Memoirs from the past ...

In this fast track life when i look back at my past, there are quite a few things to be remembered whole of my life. I can bet thats its true for each n everyone out there. For example me learning riding a bicycle is a tale in itself. similarly be it mischiefs in the classrooms, fighting with my little bro anywhere anytime, my passion for cricket (It exists even today but the level has gone down considerably), Pete Sampras was one of the favourite (to a level that i m not able to accept the fact that Roger Federer can emulate Sampras ), my problems when the hostel life started, Four beautiful years spent at Netarhat, all are things i will cherish whole of my life.

Some of my interests have died (reading sports magazines, watching hell lot of bollywood stuff), some have continued (cricket and tennis worth mentioning) and some are newly acquired (F1, soccer, Novels, Blogs :D). But one of my interest that has really died, and believe me i rue a lot is my love for Hindi Literature. Thanx to blogging I came across many blogs writing about Hindi Classics made me think about it. Till i was in 10th i was quite an avid reader of Hindi novels and poetry. After that 3 years thanx to JEE i completely lost track on them. After coming to IIT it has been English all the way.

One thing worth mentioning is that I haven't anyone of the IIT junta interested in Hindi although the literature is as good as English. Agree that English is way more important for career aspects, do we not appreciate and read classics of our mother tongue too? Way back in class 5 i first read a Hindi Poetry book, thanx to my grandpa. It was Jayashankar Prasad's "Leher". Since then i read many timeless classics be it Ramdhari Singh Dinker's "Rashmi Rathi" or "Hunkaar", Harivanshrai Bachhan's "Madhushala" (all poetry), Many classics of Premchand like Godaan, "Sevasadan" or "Mansarovar" all parts. But my favourite that time were Sharatchandra's classics like "Parineeta", "Charitraheen", "Choti Bahu" etc.

Those days are gone. Now nor i don't get time neither i have access to these books. So i have decided that i ll try to rekindle my love for Hindi.To start with I am posting one of my favourite poems "Jo beet gayi so baat gayi" by Harivanshrai Bachhan. He wrote this poem to move on in his life after his wife's death. Go through the poem and see if you can appreciate the lyrics. Contact if you don't understand any word.

Jo Beet gayi, so baat Gayi


Jeevan Main Ek Sitara Tha

Maana Vah Behad Pyara Tha
Vah Doob Gaya To Doob Gaya
Ambar Kay Aanan Ko Dekho
Kitne Iskay Taare Toote
Kitne Iskay Pyare Choote
Jo Choot Gaye Fir Kahan Mile
Par Bolo Toote Taaron Par

Kab Ambar Shok Manata Hai

Jo Beet Gayi So Baat Gayi

Jeevan Main Vah Tha Ek Kusum
They Us Par Nitya Nichavar Tum
Vah Sookh Gaya To Sookh Gaya
Madhuvan Ki Chaati Ko Dekho
Sookhi Kitni Iski Kaliyan
Murjhaayi Kitni ballriyan
Jo Murjhayi Woh Fir Kahan Khili
Par Bolo Sookhe Phoolon Par
Kab Madhuban Shor Machata hai

Jo Beet Gayi So Bat Gayi

Jeevan Main Madhu Ka Pyala Tha
Tumnay Tan Man De Daala Tha
Wah Toot Gaya To Toot Gaya
Madiralya Kay Aangan Ko Dekho
Kitne Pyale Hil Jaate Hain
Gir Mitti Main Mil Jaate Hain
Jo Girte Hain Kab Uthte Hain
Par Bolo Toote Pyalo Par
Kab Madiralaya Pachtata Hai

Jo Beet Gayi So Baat Gayi

Mridu mitti ke hain bane huye
Madhu ghat phoota hi kartein hain
Laghu jeewan leke aaye hain
Pyale toota hi karte hain
Phir bhi madiralay ke andar
Madhu ke ghat madhu ke pyale hain
Jo madakta ke mare hain
Woh madhu loota hi karte hain
Woh kachcha peene wala hai
Jiski mamta ghat pyalon par
Jo sachche madhu se jala hua
Kab rota hai chillata hai

Jo beet gayi so baat gayi