The death of 02MA2011

Roll No. 3, 8B... Roll No 1, 10A... Roll No 42, 12 A.... and then 02MA2011. The bigger the institution was, the more dependence was there on the label for my identity. School days were still more dependent on the tag given by my parents and the one by which i'm recognised universally, i.e., my name. IIT being the biggest institution i've been into, it took a few weeks to get into my brain that when you're asked 'yes, you!', you've to say-'02MA2011'. In a crowd of CS,ECs and EEs, one MA gets lost. Lots of pride goes into that label. First, i'm EE, you're GG. Then i'm 2001, you're 2024. It sounds to the philanthropist self of mine the same way as it would sound to anyone who has not been to IIT- completely meaningless.

This labelling adds and subtracts a lot to the individuals and many times, the original identity gives way to the new tag. Its just the philanthropist in me which hopes that the person should always be above all the labels and tags. And i think its the gift of this labelling that so many problems of our society originate. Humanitarian characteristics are lost and a person's standing and status depends on all the attached tags- B Tech IIT 8.6, MBA IIM A, Ph D, CFA and blah blah. People start seeking pleasure in tags. The bigger labels, the happier you should be!

The emphasis is more on the tags than the person. Oh! you're an IIM-A grad, great! You're Ph D from Harvard, amazing! People wont use such expressions even after hours of interaction with the same person. The tags do that, in first go. The tags have become more important than the person. I just feel that the liveliness of the person is gone with being restricted just to the role of bearer of n number of tags and being expected to behave in accordance to the tags. People become lifeless and life too becomes lifeless for them ultimately. That freedom is gone. The tags make you do what you do. There is an expected conduct and one follows it. Just live one day erasing these tags from your mind, just as a human being... and feel the freedom. Feel the liveliness. Feel the originality. Let there be death of tags and a pure human being be born.

Well, i got a bit off from the death of o2MA2011. Running for my clearance here and there through the corridors of Bengali bureaucracy, i just felt content that all these signatures would at least confirm the last use of '02MA2011'. The death of another tag for me, and probably the last one. I just wish to continue my life where i'm not respected because i'm 02MA2011 of a reputed institute called IIT-KGP, but because of what i am. I just wish to be loved for the man i am, and not for being Exec Engg, IBC corporation. I know that this struggle against tags is a real tough one, but for the moment, i feel like a winner..... with the death of '02MA2011'.

Tera ho loon pahle

Main aasmaa.n me udna to chahta hoon, par dharti ke karz chuka loon pahle…

duniya jeetne ki hasrat to hai mere dil me, par tujhpar sab kuchh luta loon pahle…

ungaliyon pe sabko nachaane ki chahat sahi, tere ishaaro.n pe naach loon pahle….

duniya meri hogi aur main duniya ka, do pal ko bas tera ho loon aaj pahle...

Is jahaan ki jaan tum ho..

Raat Ghalib aaya tha khwaab me... kahne laga- yu.n to zamana hua mujhe gujare hue par mehfilo.n me ab tak jaane kyun mujhe hi yaad karte hain... kuchh der sukoon chahta hoon dost!

Usake khwaab kuchh nishaan chhod gaye hain kagaz par.....

Shaam jab teri yaad aayi, taara ek tha aasmaa.n me

raat ko jab tu mili, chaand do the is jahaa.n me..

Do pal ko tham jaaye waqt jab tu ho saamne,

kar liya hai sauda khuda se tamaam umra ka|

Tu mujhe mili, jabki teri sifarishein liye sheikh kayi hain,

khuda ne mana hai- ye meri ibadato.n ka aatank hai|

Swarg se doot aa gaye hain tera naam itni baar humne liya,

ye dekhane ki kahin dharti par fir naya khuda to nahi hua..

Jo uthati hain mehfil me wahwahiyaan aur kahte hain log-

ye shayar mashoor bahut hai..

Meri muskarahat yehi kehti hai- tumne abhi dekha kahan

us pak-badan me noor bahut hai…

Geet tum ho, ghazal tum ho...

may bhi tum ho, main bhi tum ho..

Ram se ramzan tak,

Aarti se azaan tak,

bhog se nirvaan tak,

is jahaan ki jaan tum ho...

TU

Pata nahi tujhase kitna pyar karta hoon main

par jab tu saamne hoti hai to

dil chahta hai ki waqt tham jaaye..

aur tu yunhi saamne rahe aankhon ke|

teri muskarahat pata nahi kitani achhi hai..

par jab wo hoth hansate hain

to lagta hai koi apna

aaj barson baad mila hai…

koi sach ki murat ban padi hai..

ghane badal chhante hain, chaand khila hai…

Tere bina main kitna jee sakta hoon

jaanta nahi ..

par itna jaanata hoon ki

tere har sparsh ki pavitrata

mere hriday me chubhan deti hai

aur teri narm hatheli ab bhi sparsh me zinda hai,

Aakhein moond loon

to tujhe dekh leta hoon,

Khuda ka naam loon

to tera naam pata hoon|

Tu mohabbat hai meri- keh nahi sakta…

Par tere saath gujare waqt

itane apne se the ki kabhi khone ka dar nahi tha|

Aur ab jab main waqt

ki dahleej pe khada hoon-

to tere na hone ka dar

kuchh pagal sa karta hai mujhe...

Meri ummeed is baat par nahi

ki tu mujhe pyar karti ya nahi..

Meri ummeed is baat par hai

ki teri kaya yu hi pavitra rahe…

tu chahe jis dil me rahe...

tu khush rahe, khushiyaan bikherti rahe...

aur ye baat tujh tak jaaye ki

maine tujhe in nazaron se dekha hai|

Mere ye shabd tab na nikal paye

jab tera saath tha..

kyunki main is ahsaas mein khoya raha ki

tu meri hai, mere paas hai...

main teri muskurahat,

teri jhuki palko.n ki bhasha,

aur tere sparsho.n ke prashn…

isliye anuttarit chhod aaya ki…

main unke vaibhav me mugdha tha|

Itna mugdha ki us haath ko thaamne

ka pralobhan nahi aaya..

itna lupt ki tere tootane

ka dar nahi aaya..

Ab jab waqt ka ye mod

mera tamasha bana chuka hai..

aur teri yaad dard ki

dahleej tak jaa chuki hai…

bas mere ye shabd mere saath khade hain..

aur in shabdo.n ke siwa kuchh

shesh bhi nahi…

kyunki teri yaadein itni duhraayi.n

ki unme kuchh shesh hi nahi…

In shabdo.n ki pukaar

tum tak pahunche to pukaar lena..

Kyunki main to wo awaara hoon..

jo tera na hua to kisi aur ka ho jaaunga..

aaj tu kah de to tujh par mar jaaunga...

kyunki main to wo sitaara hoon

jo aaj tumhaari zindagi me ast ho jaaun

to kal kisi aur ki zindagi me nikalunga..

nayi roshni bikherunga...

par tum kya jaano ki

is sitaare ko bhi ek thikaane ki talash hai|

Mere hastakshar lekar kya karogi

Meri kavita hi meri pehchaan hai

Saunpata hoon tumhe-