बाज़ार

लगा है बज़ार          

हो रहा है कारोबार

बिक रहे हैं

झूठ और सच

भूख  और  ऐय्याशी

दिल और जान

जिस्म , ईमान

वो देखो उस ठेले पर क्या है

शायद कोई प्यार बेच रहा है

या फिर वफादारी

शराफत से बोलता है

जितना है उतना तोलता है

लगता है ईमनदार है बेचारा

कोई अठ्ठन्नी भी ना देगा

और दी तो ये जहर खा लेगा

बैठा रहेगा दिन भर खाली

और खायेगा पुलिस से गाली

कैसा फकीर जैसा है

ना पेट में रोटी है ना जेब में पैसा है

लोग पास से गुज़रते है

और तय नहीं कर पाते शायद

भीख दें या दुआ लें

By aahang

 

Mountains and a sick man

There are Images I need , to complete my own reality  ~ Jim Morrison

The ways of nature are strange but as Marcus Aurelius says we are born out of nature and as we grow in our understanding of things we must find meaning in every single act of nature.If the birds sings its to a purpose ,if the breeze is refreshing it is not without reason, If the sun is shining it is to keep our spirits cheerful.

With the onset of winter I suffer from a seasonal allergy which makes the inner lining of my nose swell making it difficult to breathe.It is manageable for most part but on some days it gets really worse.Last Friday was one such day.I had gone for a tour to north India and the temperature suddenly fell by a 10 degrees.My sleep was disturbed and I woke up breathless at 4:30 AM,gasping for oxygen.With all the medication the symptoms eased a bit but stayed back.I had to catch a flight back to Hyderabad from Lucknow which was making me a bit tense as the closed compartment of the plane does not really help the case.Anyways, I decided to go ahead and took a few more shots from the Inhaler.

As I wanted to catch on some sleep I had taken a window seat.I watched the passengers coming in one by one,the air hostesses doing their chores and ground staff moving about like ants with a purpose.It seemed to me that I was the only sick man around.I just hated the feeling and cursed the weather and the reaction of my own immune system to it.

We were airborne in a few minutes and things started settling down.Someone was listening to an i pod,someone was reading a book,someone was munching on their chicken sandwich and others were chatting away or taking an afternoon nap.To be breathless is nagging ,it just does not let you rest in peace.The restlessness can grow to an extent that you can have a panic attack.I tried doing doing ‘pranayaam’ as it always helps to control the problem.But all said and done I was feeling miserable.

To take my mind off the state I was in, I decided to look out of the window.I always get a sense of eternal peace looking at the expanded horizon,the vast nothingness,the lonely cloud or the setting sun.Somewhere deep down I feel That I am connected with the sky scape, not sure if I am a  part of it or is it a part of me. Just as I was looking out I found something white and shiny reflecting the sun where the earth met the sky.It was quite unusual as this meeting point is  a dull space usually.I focused a little more as the plane took a slight turn and the object of my attention drew closer. I could not believe my eyes !

They were the great Himalayan ranges I was looking at ,spread point to point across the entire horizon.I wanted to sum it up in a word glorious, magnificent,awe inspiring but nothing could capture my emotions.I kept staring out transfixed by what nature had decided to put before my eyes.

An overwhelming sense of joy took over me.Suddenly I was at peace with myself.My body responded to my mental state.I felt as if a new life is getting into me with the mountains.The fresh air from the pristine landscape was filing my lungs – Oxygen,oxygen and more Oxygen.The Himalayas were calling comforting me that its no big deal – you will be fine.The one who made me and the mountain had decided to make it happen.Filled with fresh energy and a sense of belonging to eternity I wondered if the Himalayas would have felt the same as me.Or did my silent admiration went unnoticed ?

Amused with myself I looked around.

The scene inside had not changed much …..

लोग

आते जाते सडकों पर

देखो कितने सारे लोग

कल आये थे कल जायेंगे

हैं ये सब  बंजारे  लोग

काले गोरे मोटे पतले

फिरते मारे मारे सब

एक  सी सांसे अलग है जीवन

मेरे और तुम्हारे लोग

सबकी अलग उम्मीदें हैं

पर सबकी एक कहानी है

कभी मुझे ये लगें कमीने

और कभी बेचारे लोग

सारे चेहरे एक से चेहरे

नज़रें किसको ढूंढ रहीं

जैसे भीड मे मिल जायेंगे

मुझको  हैं जो प्यारे लोग

रोज़ यही मजमा लगता है

लेकिन  आज ना जाने क्यूं

ऐसा लगता है मुझको कि

मर जायेंगे सारे लोग

By aahang

Stay Hungry,Stay Foolish

I really like what he says about death.I quote :

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.” It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn’t even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor’s code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you’d have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I’m fine now.

This was the closest I’ve been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become.

Everything else is secondary.

Inch by inch

I don’t know what to say really.
Three minutes
to the biggest battle of our professional lives
all comes down to today.
Either
we heal
as a team
or we are going to crumble.
Inch by inch
play by play
till we’re finished.
We are in hell right now, gentlemen
believe me
and
we can stay here
and get the shit kicked out of us
or
we can fight our way
back into the light.
We can climb out of hell.
One inch, at a time. 

Now I can’t do it for you.
I’m too old.
I look around and I see these young faces
and I think
I mean
I made every wrong choice a middle age man could make.
I uh….
I pissed away all my money
believe it or not.
I chased off
anyone who has ever loved me.
And lately,
I can’t even stand the face I see in the mirror.

You know when you get old in life
things get taken from you.
That’s, that’s part of life.
But,
you only learn that when you start losing stuff.
You find out that life is just a game of inches.
So is football.
Because in either game
life or football
the margin for error is so small.
I mean
one half step too late or to early
you don’t quite make it.
One half second too slow or too fast
and you don’t quite catch it.
The inches we need are everywhere around us.
They are in ever break of the game
every minute, every second.

On this team, we fight for that inch
On this team, we tear ourselves, and everyone around us
to pieces for that inch.
We CLAW with our finger nails for that inch.
Cause we know
when we add up all those inches
that’s going to make the fucking difference
between WINNING and LOSING
between LIVING and DYING.

I’ll tell you this
in any fight
it is the guy who is willing to die
who is going to win that inch.
And I know
if I am going to have any life anymore
it is because, I am still willing to fight, and die for that inch
because that is what LIVING is.
The six inches in front of your face.

Now I can’t make you do it.
You gotta look at the guy next to you.
Look into his eyes.
Now I think you are going to see a guy who will go that inch with you.
You are going to see a guy
who will sacrifice himself for this team
because he knows when it comes down to it,
you are gonna do the same thing for him.

That’s a team, gentlemen
and either we heal now, as a team,
or we will die as individuals.
That’s football guys.
That’s all it is.
Now, whattaya gonna do?

अब अक्सर चुप-चुप-से रहे हैं

अब अक्सर चुप-चुप-से रहे हैं यूँ ही कभी लब खोले हैं
पहले “फ़िराक़” को देखा होता अब तो बहुत कम बोले हैं

दिन में हम को देखने वालो अपने-अपने हैं औक़ाब
जाओ न तुम इन ख़ुश्क आँखों पर हम रातों को रो ले हैं

फ़ितरत मेरी इश्क़-ओ-मोहब्बत क़िस्मत मेरी तन्हाई
कहने की नौबत ही न आई हम भी किसी के हो ले हैं

ग़म का फ़साना सुनने वालो आख़िर्-ए-शब आराम करो
कल ये कहानी फिर छेड़ेंगे हम भी ज़रा अब सो ले हैं

अब हम लोग पराये-से हैं कुछ तो बताओ हाल-ए-“फ़िराक़”
अब तो तुम्हीं को प्यार करे हैं अब तो तुम्हीं से बोले हैं

Ranting the rural mantra

All of us have heard about the herd mentality but if you want to see a live demo you have to look at the Indian businesses.

A few years ago someone said ‘Retail’ and lo and behold ! Before you could blink an eyelid every company worth the name was trying to sell something or the other.Expatriates were summoned,consultants hired,large number of so called retail professionals were roped in and  larger number of stores were rolled out.

Just 3 years down the line  -you ask any CEO or manager who was till now going to chart a blazing path and they will tell you that they are cooling their heels by consolidating.The wait is for the ever elusive customer and the watch is strictly on the costs which are bleeding the other profitable group ventures.With every second retail “chain” going astray retail has suddenly become an abused four letter word.

I can hardly stop myself from getting amused when people talk about their business models,revenue streams and unique positioning.Feel like saying”oh yeah! I wonder why no other ass… ever thought about it.The problem is that the ideas are so great that they are beyond the customer .The poor guy who is just looking for some fresh veggies fails to register the traceability and sustainability aspects of the innovative supply chains.

This is how most of these SCM models are working :   Image132

Farm> Farmer>agent>wholesaler>Retailer

You may ask whats the big deal.I would say its a million dollar question.The only perceivable difference is that you would earlier have seen all Subzi wallahs in the Monda market now you can find a few managers too.

Anyways , coming back to the herd mentality.The buzz word as of the moment is rural.Anybody who is anybody has a rural strategy and a expansion plan in place.The tier 2 and tier 3 towns which were considered god forsaken lands have suddenly transformed into fiefdoms of milk and honey.The poor farmer who was hanging himself for not being able to pay his debts is no less than the Sultan of Brunei today! Let alone steal the wallet every manager worth his salt is ready to plunder the riches flowing in the hinterland through government schemes such as NREGA.After all the payment being made is in dollars yaar !

Hey what are you doing these days ?

Oh I am looking at the rural space.We are targeting Sec C and Sec D in Tier 4 towns.

Man ! you have gone really deep.

You bet.Our plans are even bigger.In the next wave we will cover the cattle too.

From Wall street to Wadala the rant is becoming louder – we will ,we will rob you…we will we will rob you….we will we will rob you.

Let us see how many come back beaten and bruised from this misadventure.

एक शेर नज़र है :

अभी कमसिन हैं ,नाज़ुक हैं अदाएं इनकी

उस पे मचले हैं कि हम खून ए ज़िगर देखेंगे

तो देखो भैया पर याद रख्नना कि ” बहुत कठिन है डगर पनघट की…..”