Sunday, December 4, 2011

5 Things you can't "not ignore" this winter



In the recent times, its observed, human race is as stressed and bored as it never was. Psychologists hold many reasons accountable including busy lifestyles, work pressure and stuff, but another completely ignored factor, “information overload” also contributes significantly to stress and boredom. I have listed out top 5 totally ignorable things, that are responsible for almost 80% of current information overload in our lives and can be easily kept at bay.

5.) Just when you thought media is over and done with its incessant Bachchan rant, in form of painfully cheesy headers of "Abb Tak Bachchan" and "Buddha Tera Baap" sorts, Bachchans get more innovative. Coining of term "Beti B" is example of purely an uncreative and exhaustive piece of entertainment journalism. Cooperating with media, Bachchans have left no stone unturned to produce a legacy bearing child even before her birth. From publishing the dates of baby showers to inviting suggestions for baby names!!!! Really!? We don't think anyone gives a hoot over such achievements. So we give best regards to Bachchans for their future endeavours to clutter our TV screens and magazines, but hello! I have the remote control remember? Click!! Will someone tell me show timings for Adam's family?

4.) Just now, we effectively learnt to shoo off attention seeking celebrities, we might as well use same tricks to ignore this first son who sports a perennial loserish expression from ear to ear. Most political legacy holders have still kept low key unlike Bollywood, however the one that defies the trend is one who knows no bounds of nonchalance that is iced with sheer stupidity. A national disaster of the proportions of Rahul Gandhi in highest political echelons can only be avoided by totally forgetting the existence of such threat, only if you believe in Modern day philosophical SECRETS. Otherwise all you need is a little movement of finger. No, not to show it to anyone, just to press your remote key.

3.) Before Mahesh Bhatt gets on to me for biasing someone for her profession, here are my apologies for not including him in nominations, its all merit based you see. The Indo-Canadian porn star may have sparked the excitement of men from all ethnic and social backgrounds, but watching Sunny Leon pretend awfully innocent and cute is something, for what you will need dozens of hajmolas to shove down your stomach. Agreed, she is great at what she does and all that jazz, but I am afraid unless we have really skewed understanding of women empowerment, the third most irrational thing to ignore is Sunny Leone in the house of Big Boss. Yes, and if we want some sex education for our kids, there are many safer tutorials available on Internet almighty.

2.) Past few days on Facebook have been overwhelming for how our responsible netizens have displayed a sense of virtual patriotism. Be it the difference in petrol prices across neighbouring countries, parliamentary expenses or expenses on the VVIP prisoner Ajmal Kasab. Had it been for the most of us, Kasab wouldn't have inhaled a breath after the surrender, but however unfortunate it is, we need to accept the fact that the bench of Supreme Court judges don't bother to browse through our FB status messages, and we need to move on and divert our focus from a sadistic murderer to rather more enjoyable things, just like we will, while on dance floor on New Year's Eve.

1.) By the time this post materializes most of you would have given into this temptation already, however, even if I am not getting paid for it, I will throw at thee, these pearls of wisdom. There is a buzz about studio jam sessions being the next big thing in music industry, which as well might be true, as long as its music. But watching bunch of groggy star-kids trying to glorify a racist and sexist song is another thing. Kolaveri after getting its renditions in all Indian languages and dialects seems most arduous task to be ignored this New Year. The way song has become an instant hit is not a factual evidence of its musical genius. Right now while the whole nation croons Kolaveri Di, we should realize, this preposterous monologue is as much a song as nargis fakri an actress. Beating all the strong contenders this song outnumbers the charts today among top most things to be ignored this winter. However, a remote control wouldn't be much help here; a few technical lessons in content block on social networking sites will come handy.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Wo Ek Daur Tha


Wo bhi ek daur tha jo guzar gaya
yaad bas uski kuchh khayal me baaki hai

Itr ba ishq e junoon tha jo utar gaya
khushbu uski bas iss rumaal me baaki hai

Kalam o dawaat-e-gham bhi sookhta hai ab
ashqon ki dhuli syaahi nam muskaan me baaki hai

Thami fizaon me kuchh suqoon sa bikhra hai
toofan ka shor dariya ki thakaan me baaki hai

Udd chala hai rang abb in girti deewaron ka
tasveerein berang si kuchh makaan me baaki hai

Ishq-e-khanjar ho chala ab to marz jeene ka
quwwat e zeher abhi kuchh jaam me baaki hai

Wo jo ek daur tha, kab ka guzar gaya
mamool e justaju magar har shaam me baaki hai


- Hitesh Dhall

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Wicked Winds


Winds that sailed from the lands unknown
charred flesh, spilled blood, blew skull and bone.
Cold hearts of perpetrators of crime,
these savage deeds of brute feral minds.
Witnessed by masses, this mayhem untold;
cause cameras flashed and the reels rolled,
suffering of hundreds broadcast of millions,
prime timed the misery get business of billions.
A change of status to be sure of my grief,
few rants and blahs, but moment is brief.
Two hoots for terror and one for the nation,
Cheers to my spirit and to short lived agitation.
Wicked is the breath that now i inhale,
Those were just winds, of unknown sail..

Friday, June 10, 2011

muskaan puchh betthi ashqon se ik roz
kyuu aate ho ae qafir mehfil me meri


palkon se larajte aansu, kosein thag e nigahi ko,
keh deti hai tumse to, par jhooth na humse keh paati....

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Sabab kya hai


Puchhte ho kyu, peene ka sabab kya hai
ranj e mohabbat me jeene ka sabab kya hai



utth utth k bujhti hai or fir sulag jaati hai
ye nasha i deedare yaar ki talab kya hai

jhalak se jiski uthta karti thi seher
aaj yaar wo be-nazara , hadd e falak kya hai

kuredti hai har baat, zakhm dillagi kay
saaki tera andaaze guftagu be-adab kya hai


bhari mehfil me karte hai wo baat ruswai ki
phir tanhaai me lab seene ka sabab kya hai

naa aae ilzaam e kufr, aisa kisi abid ko
puchhna unka meri mohabbat ka mazhab kya hai




Hitesh Dhall
(pictr courtesy - alimichaels.com)

Friday, March 18, 2011

Old fur coat



Is the heart pounding louder or just my ears
is the grim infused in air or just my fears
my eyes set on door and peruse the road
the ticks of the clock feels tip of the spear

my lips gone dry and grief stuck in throat
i love another !! honey, read your endnote
my face seemed so stiff, unable to emote
and chest open wide
there you left my heart to rot
i swear in god i love you
but what would i do now
and shivering never ceases under your old fur coat


i felt the arms that wrapped me
and sensed them treading back
for now they hold another
these are memories in a stack


they are tears of my making
as i got me lovesick blues
wish i hadn't let you through my heart
so my lashes won't soak in dews




Hitesh Dhall
(pictr courtesy - paintingsilove.com)

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Silent Chimes


There are times when the restless chimes
dance in the winds, render slender rhymes
for those are the nights when sleepless eyes
crave no dreams and elude no cries

There are times when the darkest skies
veils bright dots and the moon looks shy
for those are nights with the starless sight
my thoughts brood you in the memories so quiet

There are times when lifeless chimes
hung calm at peace in the pain so sublime
and the streets sound sane, across the pane
covered in dry leaves they yearn autumn rain

There are times when the words are crime
for the shrill of silence is far too divine
                                                          and distances so great in the desert of wait
                                                          for if love is to part my heart aches for hate



Hitesh Dhall
(picture courtesy-flckr)

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Labon pe mera naam aaya


un lab-e-sabnamo ko chhu aaj mera naam aaya
fiza e shokhiyon me itraata ye payam aaya


aasmaa hi aa jhuka sajde me jiske
hawaon me lehrata unka hi salam aaya





chand ne dekha use chandni me jab
ho chand to uska ghulam aaya


noor e aaftab bhi hai aaj be-roshan
or chiraaghon ko bhi rashk e jalan ka ilzaam aaya


muddaton se the hum to raah-e-muntazir
par mousam-e-bahar bada be-intezaam aaya


ibtida-e-ishq to hum kar betthe us din
jis roz deedar me mera ibaadat-e-anjaam aaya


hum to soch betthe ho jaaen na yun hi zaya
ta umra intezaar lekin aaj kuchh kaam aaya



jo labon pe unke aaj mera naam aaya...




Cheers
Hitesh Dhall