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FIND ME

Now that I've gone
Your soul will roam, yet won't be free
in those nooks and corners
where you expected to find me !
In the shabby Charles Dickens' towns
In the urban sprawls and agglomerations
Amidst the crowds of the capital
where you'd find me in your expectations !
You'll look for me in the common places
expect me to appear in front of you again
You'll wish to see me at least once
at places where you used to find me now and then !
Time goes on
and the bygones will be bygones
Yet you'll be sailing on the still waters
trying hard to move on !

-Anshika Malhotra

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दरिया

मेरे  इस  किनारे से जाने का आ गया है वक़्त
जिस किनारे पर है मेरा आशियाना
मां का आंचल, मेहबूबा की गोद
भाई की हिफाज़त, पिता का संरक्षण ।

साथ तो ले जाऊंगा बस एक बस्ता
जिसमें भरूंगा यादों का पिटारा
शायद ना समेट पाऊ सब
इसलिए आऊंगा लौट कर दुबारा ।

एकदम नया होगा सफ़र
अनजाने से होंगे लोग
नई मशाले जलाऊंगा अब
और शायद बने नए संजोग ।

मेरी कश्ती का मैं होऊंगा नाविक
ये दरिया होगा मेरा पथ प्रदर्शक
कभी उठेंगे उफ़ान भयंकर
कभी डगमग होगी नाव मेरी
हर मील पर होगा इम्तेहान
लहरें होगी मेरी परीक्षक ।

इस सागर के विशाल घमंड से
भयभीत ही सही, लड़ जाऊंगा मैं
हर मुसीबत को लांघ कर
हर पड़ाव को पार कर
वापिस उस किनारे को आऊंगा मैं ।

हलक से निवाला उतरेगा तो मेरे
पर पेट नहीं, मन भर आएगा
मेरी उस मां का खयाल आएगा मुझे
जो बोली थी: बेटा वहां रोटी कौन खिलाएगा ?

सैर- सपाटा तो होगा निश्चिंत
देखूंगा जो होगा अभूतपूर्व
आंखें भर आएंगी, सोचकर चार दिवारी
जहा छोटे भाई से की बातें ढेर सारी ।

सुबह की किरणों से भी पहले
पक्षियों को जगाऊंगा मैं
सोचकर चेहरे पर आएगी मुस्कुराहट
बिस्तर से फट उठ जाता था डर कर
मात्र सुनकर पिता की आहट ।

तादाद में दिखेंगी यूं तो अप्सराएं
होगी हुस्न की काफ़ी नुमाइश
पर मेरी हर बात को सुनने वाली तो तू
और कौन करेगा पूरी ये ख्वाहिश ?

मेरा स्रोत भी वही किनारा
मेरी मंज़िल भी वही किनारा
इस ही दरिया के द्वारा
लौटकर आऊंगा फ़िर दोबारा ।

–  अंशिका मल्होत्रा

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#MeToo

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ना जानियो मुझको मेनका, ओ ब्रह्मचारी
कोई मतलब नहीं मुझे जो भंग करू तेरी तपस्या सारी

ना ही मानियो कि हूं मै सीता बेचारी
शक करेगा तो भी ना जाऊंगी अग्नि में मारी

ना ही हूं मै प्रचंड रूप वाली काली
कुपित है तू, भला बनू क्यों तेरा खून पीने वाली

दुर्गा भी नहीं हूं, संसार का दुख हरनेवाली
मै नहीं हूं वो जिसने ये सृष्टि संहारी

लड़ना भी नहीं आता जो समझे मुझे झांसी की रानी
ना खून बहाया मैंने, ना मै खूब लड़ी मर्दानी

अबला मान या मान मुझे सबला
तेरे कहने से कुछ भी तो नहीं बदला

तुझे कौनसा कहा मैंने राम या रावन
जो इस तरह झांके है तू मेरा मन

योगी ना जान खुदको तू बेईमान
ज़रा मुखौटा तो हटा, देखे ये जहान

कौन बना फ़िर रहा है मेरा रक्षक
क्या कौरव, क्या पांडव, निकले तो सब भक्षक ।

 –  अंशिका मल्होत्रा

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तो क्या हुआ दूर हूं तो ?

 

तो क्या हुआ दूर हूं तो ?
ये जो चांद दिख रहा है आधा 
कौनसा होगा उसके हिस्से ज़्यादा

 
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तो क्या हुआ दूर हूं तो ?
सिरहाने को जब समझा उसका हाथ
सोया था तब वो ही मेरे साथ

 
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तो क्या हुआ दूर हूं तो ?
जब जब मुझको हुआ कोई अाघात
ध्यान में आई बस उसकी ही बात

तो क्या हुआ दूर हूं तो ?
नहीं है वो यहा तो कोई गिला नहीं
क्योंकि उस जैसा कभी कोई मिला नहीं

तो क्या हुआ दूर हूं तो ?
उसके होने का हर पल रहता है एहसास
देखो, अभी भी बैठा है मेरे ही पास

 
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तो क्या हुआ दूर हूं तो ?
महसूस करती हूं जब भी उसकी आहटें
खुद – बखुद आ जाती है मुस्कुराहटें

तो क्या हुआ दूर हूं तो ?
देखो तो मेरे प्यार की सच्चाई
अभी फ़िर से उसको मेरी याद आई

तो क्या हुआ दूर हूं तो ?
शर्मा जाती हूं आए जो उसका ख्याल
यही मंज़र चल रहा है हाल – फिलहाल

तो क्या हुआ दूर हूं तो ?
इतनी शिद्दत है उसे देने की मोहब्बत
दूर होकर भी लगती है उससे बेइंतहां कुरबत ।

 

  अंशिका मल्होत्रा

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कम कहता हूं मैं

तू यू गुज़री आंखों के सामने से

जुल्फों ने तेरी हाथ सहलाया मेरा

महक तेरे जिस्म की रूह में भर रही

मन ही मन में बहका रहता हूं मैं

माफ़ कर पाओगी गर कहूं कम कहता हूं मैं।

 

जानता हूं तेरे इशारों को खूब

उंगली से उस लट को पीछे करना तेरा

कनखियो से देखती हैं तेरी निगाहे मुझे

आंखें मूंद कर थोड़ा शरमा लेता हूं मैं

मान जाना गर लगे कि कम कहता हूं मैं।

 

लगाती हो ये बिंदी अपने माथे पर

काजल भी जचता है तुम्हारे नैनों में

गिराया था अपना दुपट्टा जानबूझकर मेरे पास में

चलो ,प्यार समझकर उठा लेता हूं  मैं

नि:शब्द ही लौटा दूंगा क्यूकी कम कहता हूं मैं।

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आज जब आई हो हारकर खुद ही करीब

तेज से भरी आंखें देख रह गया दंग मैं

ये अरूण कपोलों पर लाली है या आक्रोश तुम्हारा

चलो, अपनी खामोशी से ही समझा देता हूं मैं

बाकी जानती तो हो कि कम कहता हूं मैं।

 

इतना आग्रह जो कर रही थी तुम

इसलिए प्यार की बात बता ही दी तुम्हे

अब खुश हो इतनी कि आंसू बेह रह हैं तुम्हारे

गिला हो रहा है इतना कि अब ये सोचता हूं मैं

अच्छा ही है ,जो कम कहता हूं मैं ।

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  अंशिका मल्होत्रा

 

     

                                                                                            

 

 

 

 

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REINSTATE

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Signs of stories unknown
Seeds of love have been resown!

Got the comfort I was looking for
The warmth of your hug and voice that I adore.

Smiles restored and happiness reconfirmed
Ya you bet, that’s you who reaffirmed!

Something for which I had a quest
Yes, it’s you in whom I remanifest!

One sure thing I shall clarify
It’s the true belief that we live by!

One last time the separated talks
Then there shall be a lot in the long walks!

One more time it shall be you
Yet to be a restart though

The conflicts are over which extinguished the spark
And hence we are here to reignite in the dark!

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– ANSHIKA MALHOTRA

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नए किस्से शुरू होते है बरसात में

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पेड़ों की हरियाली हो या
मोर नाचे छत के आयात पे
नए किस्से शुरू होते है बरसात में

हुआ सावन का आगमन
बरस बरस दे जाते है
मेघ भी शीतलता ये सौगात में
नए किस्से शुरू होते है बरसात में

ये मौसम याद दिलाता है
दिन जो ना है अब मेरे हाथ में
पुराने किस्से दे जाते है आंसू आंख में
नए किस्से शुरू होते है बरसात में

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पहले प्यार का तोहफा हो
या बहकी बहकी हसीन रात हो
दिल को छेड़ने वाली नहीं लगी
जो बात थी उस आखिरी मुलाकात में
नए किस्से शुरू होते है बरसात में

आज फिर आगमन हुआ
छम छम करती बूंदों का
देख रही हूं छज्जे से बाहर
बैठी उसके साथ में
नए किस्से शुरू होते है बरसात में ।

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COMMENSALISM

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How much of an Orchid you are?

So beautifully bloomed in the shade of a tree

In the VIBGYOR of colours, you camouflage yourself in

A fragrance so vehement, enough to allure me.

 

Such bliss of uniqueness in a single flower

Blessed with both in tandem-

One deriving the ancestral characters of love;Synapomorphy

Also, the one having its own romance;Apomorphy

 

Although holds the justice of bilateral symmetry,

Unfortunately, resupinate on a mango tree.

O dear Orchid! Why would you let the tree host you?

Why would you not live on your own?

 

CAN’T YOU SEE WHAT I CAN SEE?

 

You don’t take benefit from the tree

And yet it takes the credit of your charm.

It holds the soil beneath firmly to stand abreast

And let you dangle on its branch with no harm.

 

O dear Orchid! Stop being the reliant you.

Be a white rose instead

With a black rose like me

We shall graft out our way together

Being the epic monochromatic beauty!

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 The Typewriter

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“How old school can she be? She wants a typewriter in lieu of a laptop.”
“Maybe some hitch for possessing such not-so-common item. O yes! She loves stationery!”
“Now it’s comprehensive that what kind of a girl is she. Why can’t just she get it? I mean if she is that desperate to have it, get it. It’s not that she can’t.”

“Of course I can”, She enters the room and served the coffee to both of them.” But wait.Did you say desperate?”, She throws the cushion aiming Maria while making herself comfortable on the bed.
All of them shared a giggle and sipped the coffee from their mugs.
Meanwhile, Maria got a call and she went to the balcony to attend it.

“Hey see, how is it?”, Asked Trisha.
Trisha showed her a Tag Heuer for women on her cell phone. Obviously, it has to be a wow.
“Nice”, sipped her coffee.
“Naman bought this for my birthday”, told Trisha enthusiastically.
“F-ck! Are you kidding me?”, She almost spilled the coffee.
“But..umm…why..why a?? Why a watch? You already have four watches. How many hands do you have witch?”
” Arre, don’t you even know what to question? You could have asked, why a Tag Heuer? Idiot, Trisha nudged her to keep the empty mug on the table.

“Did she show you the watch? How is it? Nice naa?”, Maria returned.

 All she could do was agree. Because her judgments and criticisms are unviable. They are amongst the normal people. They can’t be wrong.

But what about her? She is no different. Just a tit-bit here and there. All she ever wished for was the significance of the gifts and gestures. For her, the typewriter is something which describes that he is a keeper. He values her sentiments and will always encourage her to follow her dreams and pursue the same with passion. Also, shouldn’t a person be thoughtful enough about the presents he gifts to his love?

“o hello! Lost? Let’s go.We are already late for the concert”, Maria pulls her out of her thoughts.

She smiled. Kissed her dog and left along with her friends for the concert.

 

 

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Padmavati blocked in the pipeline

 

 

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“Only when it will be allowed to.” The idea of the pipeline movie Padmavati is taken from the medieval history of India which is of course, not a brainchild of Hollywood. The release was planned to be on 1st December 2017 initially. Unfortunately, the original ideas are being dragged to the streets with black banners depicting that the mere idea has offended the people.

 

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They say there is the distortion of facts related to Rani Padmavati. First of all, are these people clairvoyant to know what has Bhansali productions cooked for the meal to be served on 1st December? If they do feel so after the movie, they can always take the grievance to the Film Certification Appellate Tribunal. I do not understand that why isn’t there any aggression against the daily soap Chandra Nandini aired on Star Plus for the same reason even after a year?

 

Another thing which perplexed me was that Padmavat is an epic poem written by Malik Muhammad Jayasi. It is clearly mentioned that it is a fictional work about Allaudin Khilji’s lust for Rani Padmini, the queen of Chittor. So why is there such a hue and cry about a fiction? We cannot confiscate the freedom of expression just because of the public outrage.

 

Hence, the judicial reviews of Supreme Court are unbiased in this regard. It has been dismissing pleas to stay the release of the movie with a wise justification that the Supreme Court cannot stop a statutory body like the Central Board of Film Certification (CBFC) from doing its statutory duty of certifying a film by prematurely ordering a stay on its release. Moreover, this country is so ignorant that it doesn’t bother to read the linked acts( in this case, Cinematograph Act) before filing the PIL.

 

Amongst the many reasons for the banning of the film, one is that it would delineate the notions of Hindu-Muslim enmity. To this, I have a reference to make from Bajirao-Mastani, which was again a Bhansali Production. I think it’s logical to think that if a Hindu Marathi Peshwa can love a Muslim Queen, then a Muslim Sultan can also love a Rajputani Rani and can wage a war for her because as great people say- “Everything is fair in love and war.”

THE THIRD ONE

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Momma Margery howling so high
was in excruciating pain
could be in a fear of losing
what she deserves to gain.

There comes out two peas of a pod
thus the labour was not wasted
the four-legged beauties adored by all
while a third one was also nested.

The third one was a bolt from the blue
dibilitating and unappealing
eyes were not as awed as before
but momma licked her with the same feeling.

Months passed, the babies grew
playing along with each other
games were same, so was vigour
temperament varied, however same mother.

Two peas of a pod wagged their tails
while the third one sniffed
two peas of a pod liked to get cuddled
while the third one gets miffed.

More days passed, Margery died
puppies entered adolescence
nights were silent and weary
 not for the one with the sixth sense.

'Tick-Tick' sound, the third one raised
all eyes shut, not hers
two black shadows entered the house
 all ears to the whispers.

One more step in the house
she didn't wait anymore
barked continuously, grabbed the leg
them weren't the people to adore.

Lights on!Two peas barked
sniffed the blood staining the floor
the third one was hugged,kissed
Heroism needs description nomore!




 


	
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No hands were raised when asked of non-smokers in Delhi!

Delhi has become a gas chamber. Each day we smoke 45 cigarettes. It could have benefitted me in at least one way. Every day, I could have gone on my terrace, smoke a literal cigarette, come downstairs, answer my mom’s question about my whereabout honestly-“I went upstairs to smoke”. She would have been the coolest mom ever since zero visibility. Such an urge of doing something wrong.

Well, I am not the only one with such criminal tendency. We Indians, either take pride while indulging in immorality or we don’t even know that we are doing wrong.Consider the Odd-Even Policy of AAP Government. How many of us actually tried to comprehend the motive of the policy? Everybody is buying another vehicle to complement the number plate of their old vehicle just to abscond at the ‘eleventh hour’.

Talking about the reverse psychology, let’s take the example of the Supreme Court order of ban on selling firecrackers. Even if they did not burn crackers in past few years, this Diwali they have either to flaunt their approach of procuring them or to show that the order was a threat to Hinduism.

The central government has INDCs (India’s Nationally Determined Contributions) in which it has pledged to sequester 3 billion tonnes of CO2 by 2030 through enhanced tree cover. Also, in 2015, India committed to Bonn Challenge to place into restoration 13 million hectares of degraded land by 2020 and additional 8 million hectares by 2030.

Both of these commitments reflects the spirit of India’s policy framework on forests i.e. Landscape Approach (a model aimed at improving the ecology of a landscape as a whole in order to benefit local livelihoods by multiple ecosystem services like food security, climate mitigation and adaptation, conservation of biological diversity and water supplies).

Although the states are working to achieve the target of 28-34 million hectares, there is an over-reliance on plantations rather on landscape approach. Large-scale Plantation Drives don’t lay stress on species selection. Neither the quality of planting materials or survival rates are considered nor they recognise the tenure and resource rights to ensure that the benefits flow to communities. Thus, they don’t really achieve the goals.

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Tree-Based Interventions should be inculcated in India to mitigate air pollution and achieve climate convention’s goals as happened in many other countries.One good example is Agro-forestry which would also help farmer diversify his income and increase land productivity.

FMNR(Farmer Managed Natural Regeneration) is also a solution where farmers protect, manage the growth of trees/shrubs that regenerate naturally in their fields from rootstock or farm seed dispersed through animal manure. Niger, West Africa has added 200 million on-farm trees using FMNR in 30 years, thus sequestering 30 million tonnes of carbon and increasing annual agricultural production by 500,000 tonnes. Security of tenure, land rights and right to use the products of these trees is the key to the success of such interventions as seen in Brazil.NABARD’s Wadi Model is an example of tree-based intervention in India.

Stubble Burning is one of the major causes of the smog crisis in Delhi-NCR. Farmers are burning the paddy residue to sow wheat in the fields. Due to high silica content, it cant be used as animal fodder like wheat straw. Instead of blaming farmers completely, the state governments should find a way out.

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Effective tools like Happy Seeders fitted with Super Straw Management System for directly sowing of wheat after paddy harvesting should be subsidised at a price feasible to farmers. Other existing machines like cutter-cum-spreaders(mulchers) and reversible plough also manage paddy straw for wheat sowing.Another option for farmers is the adoption of early maturing varieties of rice which will save water in addition to stubble management.But for that farmers should be made aware of how wheat can be sown without burning paddy straw through Krishi Vigyan Kendras.

The most important role the governments has to play is of monitoring. Whether there is the right type of tree-based intervention via scientific evidence, whether the straw management system working transparently and whether people are adopting carpooling and abiding by the odd-even policy.

We, as commoners cannot turn a blind eye to the blurriness of the building opposite to ours. Instead of criticising the government and hiding under the N95 mask, we should abide by the rules to save the planet and people who cannot afford the masks and thus a particulate matter free breathe!

 

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IN YOUR ARMS

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All aware, still here
In all conscious
Still to get the hold of my breath
Losing my conscience
Feeling all numb
Thinking how would I die?

A romantic death?
When he would be holding my waist
Looking into each other’s eyes
Rolling tears turning ice
I don’t need the luxury of pottery barn
I would want to die in your arms.

An adventurous death?
I would feel my body to be stiff
When they would push me off the cliff
Hoping I would return as it is
But then the knife of air would cut the rope
And I see the waves in a hope
Telling the sea not to be calm
I would want to die in your arms.

A silent death?
Lying on my bed
My blood playing the part
The flow slows itself down
As if it is to drown
The death will lose its charm
Still telling the bed that
I would want to die in your arms.

A suicidal death?
In some depression
A gloomy mood
Gulping the tablets
When the sun rises
Not even listening to the alarm
Telling the dawn
I would want to die in your arms!