कहीं सुहाना मंज़र यूँ भी तो हो किसी गगन तले, शाम सुनहरी हो शिकारों से लिपटा मनमोहक झील हो श्वेत वस्त्रावृत्त हिम शिखरों को निहालता कोई प्यारा सा साथ हो |
कहीं सुहाना मंज़र यूँ भी तो हो ध्यानस्थ जिव हो और सामने आदि शंकर शिव हो ईमान भी हो, इबादत भी हो, अजान भी हो संध्या पूजा भी हो भजन की गूँज भी हो मेरी आयत भी यही, मेरे अध्याय भी यही बस यहाँ इंसानियत हो, इंसानियत हो, इंसानियत हो |
रहमत भी हो, बरकत भी हो कृपा और दुआ में हरकोई नत मस्तक हो
मेरी इन वादियों में –
अमन और प्रेम से महकता गुलिस्तां हरदम हो, अमन और प्रेम से महकता गुलिस्तां हरदम हो, अमन और प्रेम से महकता गुलिस्तां हरदम हो
जगत निरुपम *** कुदरत की इस रूहानी “रंगत” को समर्पित |
Amanda Gorman: (00:00) Mr. President, Dr. Biden, Madam Vice President, Mr. Emhoff, Americans and the world, when day comes we ask ourselves where can we find light in this never-ending shade? The loss we carry asea we must wade. We’ve braved the belly of the beast. We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace. In the norms and notions of what just is isn’t always justice. And yet, the dawn is ours before we knew it. Somehow we do it. Somehow we’ve weathered and witnessed a nation that isn’t broken, but simply unfinished. We, the successors of a country and a time where a skinny black girl descended from slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president only to find herself reciting for one.
Amanda Gorman: (01:10) And yes, we are far from polished, far from pristine, but that doesn’t mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect. We are striving to forge our union with purpose. To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters, and conditions of man. And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us, but what stands before us. We close the divide because we know to put our future first, we must first put our differences aside. We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another. We seek harm to none and harmony for all. Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true. That even as we grieved, we grew. That even as we hurt, we hoped. That even as we tired, we tried that will forever be tied together victorious. Not because we will never again know defeat, but because we will never again sow division.
Amanda Gorman: (02:22) Scripture tells us to envision that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree and no one shall make them afraid. If we’re to live up to her own time, then victory won’t lie in the blade, but in all the bridges we’ve made. That is the promise to glade, the hill we climb if only we dare. It’s because being American is more than a pride we inherit. It’s the past we step into and how we repair it. We’ve seen a forest that would shatter our nation rather than share it. Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy. This effort very nearly succeeded.
Amanda Gorman: (03:07) But while democracy can be periodically delayed, it can never be permanently defeated. In this truth, in this faith we trust for while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us. This is the era of just redemption. We feared it at its inception. We did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour, but within it, we found the power to author a new chapter, to offer hope and laughter to ourselves so while once we asked, how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe? Now we assert, how could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?
Amanda Gorman: (03:56) We will not march back to what was, but move to what shall be a country that is bruised, but whole, benevolent, but bold, fierce, and free. We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation. Our blunders become their burdens. But one thing is certain, if we merge mercy with might and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change our children’s birthright.
Amanda Gorman: (04:36) So let us leave behind a country better than one we were left with. Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one. We will rise from the gold-limbed hills of the West. We will rise from the wind-swept Northeast where our forefathers first realized revolution. We will rise from the Lake Rim cities of the Midwestern states. We will rise from the sun-baked South. We will rebuild, reconcile and recover in every known nook of our nation, in every corner called our country our people diverse and beautiful will emerge battered and beautiful. When day comes, we step out of the shade aflame and unafraid. The new dawn blooms as we free it. For there is always light. If only we’re brave enough to see it. If only we’re brave enough to be it.
Yes, there’s much uncertainty in business and society right now. I believe the wisest thing you can do is block out a lot of the noise, use this time to strengthen your self and just do what you can do to bring more value to other people.
Worrying about the future isn’t going to help anyone, is it?
So here’s the piece, sent with all my encouragement:
Where there is darkness and doom,
And the people feel defeated.
Join The Hope Brigade.
When you are punished for your truthfulness and humiliated for your virtue.
Join The Hope Brigade.
In times of strife, when you think of quitting.
While fear enchants your counterfeit self.
Where despair does its violence.
Recall your ability to perform feats of wizardry.
And Join The Hope Brigade.
The crowd will beckon you to become just like them.
To disregard your nature and destroy your power.
To stifle your instinct so the assassins of ordinary can rule each of your hours.
Walk amongst the mass yet honor the fury of your truth
આમ તો દરેક દિવસ એ, ભગવાન!
તમે આપેલી તાજી ભેટ છે.
જાગ્રત માણસ માટે દરેક દિવસ નવી શરૂઆત બની શકે
પણ ભગવાન, આજે મારો જન્મદિવસ છે.
અને એટલે આજનો દીવસ
વિશેષ પ્રાર્થનાઓ, વિશેષ જાગૃતિ, વિશેષ સંકલ્પનો દિવસ છે.
આજના દિવસે, ભગવાન! હું
ધન, માન, કિર્તિ અને આરોગ્ય નથી માગતો
પણ આ બધું મને મળે
તો એનો ઉપયોગ હું સહુના કલ્યાણ અર્થે કરી શકું
એવો સર્વ પ્રત્યેનો મૈત્રીભાવ માગું છું.
આજના દિવસે, ભગવાન! હું એમ નથી માગતો કે
મારો રસ્તો સરળ બને, મારાં કાર્યો નિર્વિઘ્ને પાર પડે
પણ એમ બને, તો એ સફળતા મને કૃતજ્ઞ બનાવે
અને એમ ન બને, તો એ નિષ્ફળતા મને નમ્ર બનાવે
એ હું માગું છું.
દરેક દિવસે હું એક પગથિયું ઊંચો ચડું
દરેક પગલે હું થોડોક વધુ તમારી નિકટ આવું
રોજ રોજ, કોઈક સત્કર્મથી મારા હ્રદયમાં રહેલા તમને વ્યક્ત કરું
દુનિયાને મારા થકી થોડી વધુ સુંદર બનાવું
દરેક વર્ષે આજનો દિવસ આવે ત્યારે
આગલા વર્ષ કરતાં મારું જીવન વધુ કૃતાર્થ બન્યું છે એમ કહી શકું
– એ હું માગું છું.
આ દુનિયામાં તમે મને જન્મ આપ્યો છે
તે માટે હું તમારો આભાર માનું છું.
હું એવું હ્રદય માગું છું, જે આ દુનિયાને
તમારે માટે ચાહી શકે.
આ સૃષ્ટિ તમે આનંદ વડે આનંદ માટે સર્જી છે
એને હું મારા સ્વાર્થ અને બેકાળજીથી ક્ષતિ ન પહોંચાડું
મૂગાં પ્રાણિઓ અને મધુર વનસ્પતિ – સૃષ્ટિને ચાહું
હવા, પાણી અને ભૂમિને દૂષિત ન કરું
એક એક જન્મદિવસ આવે છે, એક એક વર્ષ જીવનમાં ઉમેરાય છે
એ મને યાદ આવે છે કે સમય કેટલી ઝડપથી વહી રહ્યો છે.
દરેક ક્ષણ મુલ્યવાન છે, અંત ક્યારે આવશે તેની ખબર નથી
આવતી કાલે કદાચ હું ન પણ હોઉં
તેથી આજનો દિવસ હું સંપૂર્ણ રીતે જીવવાનો પ્રયત્ન કરું
દરેક દિવસે મારો નવો જન્મ થાય છે તેમ માનું
અને પ્રત્યેક દિવસે વિદાય લેવા
મારા જીવનની ચાદર ઉજળી રાખીને તમને ધરી દેવા તત્પર રહું
આજે, મારા જન્મદિવસે, ભગવાન!
એ હું તમારી પાસે માગું છું.
It’s been quite some time now since I have been diagnosed with a high-grade neuroendocrine cancer. This new name in my vocabulary, I got to know, was rare, and due to fewer study cases, and less information comparatively, the unpredictability of the treatment was more. I was part of a trial-and-error game.
I had been in a different game, I was travelling on a speedy train ride, had dreams, plans, aspirations, goals, was fully engaged in them. And suddenly someone taps on my shoulder and I turn to see. It’s the TC: “Your destination is about to come. Please get down.” I am confused: “No, no. My destination hasn’t come.” “No, this is it. This is how it is sometimes.”
The suddenness made me realise how you are just a cork floating in the ocean with UNPREDICTABLE currents! And you are desperately trying to control it.
In this chaos, shocked, afraid and in panic, while on one of the terrifying hospital visits, I blabber to my son, “The only thing I expect from ME is not to face this crisis in this present state. I desperately need my feet. Fear and panic should not overrule me and make me miserable.”
That was my INTENTION. AND THEN PAIN HIT. As if all this while, you were just getting to know pain, and now you know his nature and his intensity. Nothing was working; NO consolation, no motivation. The entire cosmos becomes one at that moment – just PAIN, and pain felt more enormous than GOD.
As I was entering the hospital, drained, exhausted, listless, I hardly realised my hospital was on the opposite side of Lord’s, the stadium. The Mecca of my childhood dream. Amidst the pain, I saw a poster of a smiling Vivian Richards. Nothing happened, as if that world didn’t ever belong to me.
This hospital also had a coma ward right above me. Once, while standing on the balcony of my hospital room, the peculiarity jolted me. Between the game of life and the game of death, there is just a road. On one side, a hospital, on the other, a stadium. As if one isn’t part of anything which might claim certainty – neither the hospital, nor the stadium. That hit me hard.
I was left with this immense effect of the enormous power and intelligence of the cosmos. The peculiarity of MY hospital’s location – it HIT me. The only thing certain was the uncertainty. All I could do was to realise my strength and play my game better.
This realisation made me submit, surrender and trust, irrespective of the outcome, irrespective of where this takes me, eight months from now, or four months from now, or two years. The concerns took a back seat and started to fade and kind of went out of my mindspace.
For the first time, I felt what ‘freedom’ truly means. It felt like an accomplishment. As if I was tasting life for the first time, the magical side of it. My confidence in the intelligence of the cosmos became absolute. I feel as if it has entered every cell of mine.
Time will tell if it stays, but that is how I feel as of now.
Throughout my journey, people have been wishing me well, praying for me, from all over the world. People I know, people I don’t even know. They were praying from different places, different time zones, and I feel all their prayers become ONE. One big force, like a force of current, which got inside me through the end of my spine and has germinated through the crown of my head.
It’s germinating – sometimes a bud, a leaf, a twig, a shoot. I keep relishing and looking at it. Each flower, each twig, each leaf which has come from the cumulative prayers, each fills me with wonder, happiness and curiosity.
A realisation that the cork doesn’t need to control the current. That you are being gently rocked in the cradle of nature.
(This prayer is written in prose. This Eulogises Hatakeswar a form of Lord Shiva found in many places in North and central India .The most famous one is near Cuttack and one in Vada nagar Gujarat and Khadia Gujarat.Skanda purana mentions that praying Hatakeswar is greatly beneficial. This form of God Shiva is the main God worshipped by Nagar community of Gujarat. )
Om namosthu sharva, Shambho, TRinethra, charu gathra, trilokyanadha, Umanadha, DAksha yajna vidhwamsaka , Kamanga nasana, Ghora papa pranasana, Maha Purusha, mahogramurthe , sarva sathvakshayangara, Shubangara
Om salutations to Sharva, Shambu , three eyed one , pretty bodied one , lord of three worlds, consort of Uma, The lord who destroyed the YYajma of Daksha, The lord who destroyed body of god of love, Lord who destroys very horrible sins , Great person, fierce god, Lord who enfeebles evil spirits , Lord who causes auspiciousness
Maheswara, trisooladhara , smarare , guhadhaman , digvasa, maha sankha shekara, Jadadhara, Kapala mala vibhooshitha sareera, vama chakshu kshubitha deva, prajadhyaksha,Bhagkshnou kshayangara , Bheemasena nadha, Pasu pathe
Great God , God who holds the trident, Lord who is the enemy of god of love , Lord who lives in caves , Lord who lives in directions, Lord who has great collection of conches, Lord who has a tufted hair , Lord who wears skull garland over his body , God whose left eye shows anger, king of the people, Lord who made moon grow , Lord of Bheemasena , Lord of all beings.
Lord who burnt god of love , Lord who lives in cross ways . Shiva, Great God , One who presides over north east , Shankara, Lord who is huge, Lord who makes us cross Samsara, Lord who has bull in his flag ,Lord who is the king of dances, Lord who applies ash , Lord who frees , Lord who is angry , God of anger , Lord who is stable , Lord who is depicted by One linga, Lord who likes Yamuna , Lord who has an auspicious neck,
Lord with blue neck, Lord who cannot be defeated, Lord who is fierce looking to his enemies,Lord of happiness, Lord of the left, Lord who is not terrible, Original supreme spirit , Lord who is terrible, Lord who has a peaceful form .Lord who is peaceful , The consort of Saraswathi, Lord who has thousand forms, From whom greatness originates, Lord, Destroyer of time , Lord who is angry
Lord who is angry , The destroyer, Lord who is loved by Indra, Lord who lives in all sacred waters, Lord who is in Hamsa state, Lord who is the God of passion,Lord of Kedara, Lord who is complete, King Muchukunda , Lord who lives in honey .Lord who holds a dagger in his hand, Lord who is fearsome, king of learning, king of moon, king of passion, The king of one who carries the earth.
Lord who lives in lotus like heart of a maid, Lord who sleeps on ocean, Lord who killed Gayasura, Lord of Gokarna , Lord who moves with Brahma, Lord with thousand neck and thpsand feet , The golden lord
अमृता प्रीतम जी का लिखा हुआ हो और गुलजार जी की आवाज़ हो तो इसको कहेंगे सोने पर सुहागा …। यह कविता उन्होंने अपने आखिरी दिनों में इमरोज़ जी के लिए लिखी थी । इस कविता का एक एक लफ्ज़ प्यार का प्रतीक है । अमृता बहुत बीमार थी उन दिनों …वह अपने आखिरी दिनों में अक्सर तंद्रा में रहती थी । कभी कभी एक शब्द ही बोलती लेकिन इमरोज़ के लिए हमेशा मौजूद रहती पहले की तरह ही हालांकि इमरोज़ पहले की तरह उनसे बात नही कर पाते थे पर अपनी कविता से उनसे बात करते रहते .। .एक बार खुशवंत सिंह जो अपने घर में अक्सर छोटी छोटी सभा गोष्टी करते रहते थे ..इन दोनों को कई बार बुलाया पर यह दोनों नही जाते थे तब उन्होंने पूछा अमृता को फ़ोन कर के पूछा था कि तुम बाहर क्यों नही निकलते हो ..क्या करते रहते हो सारा दिन तुम लोग ?
अमृता ने जवाब दिया गल्लां “”[बातें ]
उन्होंने हंस कर कहा इतनी बातें करते हो तुम दोनों की खतम नही होती है तब अमृता सिर्फ़ हंस कर रह गई ..पता नही दोनों कैसी क्या बातें करते थे कभी शब्दों के माध्यम से कभी खामोशी के जरिये पर दोनों को साथ रहना पसंद था एक दूसरे के आस पास रहना पसंद था ..
मैं तैनू फ़िर मिलांगी
कित्थे ? किस तरह पता नई
शायद तेरे ताखियल दी चिंगारी बण के
तेरे केनवास ते उतरांगी
जा खोरे तेरे केनवास दे उत्ते
इक रह्स्म्यी लकीर बण के
खामोश तैनू तक्दी रवांगी
जा खोरे सूरज दी लौ बण के
तेरे रंगा विच घुलांगी
जा रंगा दिया बाहवां विच बैठ के
तेरे केनवास नु वलांगी
पता नही किस तरह कित्थे
पर तेनु जरुर मिलांगी
जा खोरे इक चश्मा बनी होवांगी
ते जिवें झर्नियाँ दा पानी उड्दा
मैं पानी दियां बूंदा
तेरे पिंडे ते मलांगी
ते इक ठंडक जेहि बण के
तेरी छाती दे नाल लगांगी
मैं होर कुच्छ नही जानदी
पर इणा जानदी हां
कि वक्त जो वी करेगा
एक जनम मेरे नाल तुरेगा
एह जिस्म मुक्दा है
ता सब कुछ मूक जांदा हैं
पर चेतना दे धागे
कायनती कण हुन्दे ने
मैं ओना कणा नु चुगांगी
ते तेनु फ़िर मिलांगी
******
मैं तुझे फ़िर मिलूंगी
कहाँ किस तरह पता नही
शायद तेरी तख्यिल की चिंगारी बन
तेरे केनवास पर उतरुंगी
या तेरे केनवास पर
एक रहस्यमयी लकीर बन
खामोश तुझे देखती रहूंगी
या फ़िर सूरज कि लौ बन कर
तेरे रंगो में घुलती रहूंगी
या रंगो कि बाहों में बैठ कर
तेरे केनवास से लिपट जाउंगी
पता नहीं कहाँ किस तरह
पर तुझे जरुर मिलूंगी
या फ़िर एक चश्मा बनी
जैसे झरने से पानी उड़ता है
मैं पानी की बूंदें
तेरे बदन पर मलूंगी
और एक ठंडक सी बन कर
तेरे सीने से लगूंगी
मैं और कुछ नही जानती
पर इतना जानती हूँ
कि वक्त जी भी करेगा
यह जनम मेरे साथ चलेगा
यह जिस्म खतम होता है
तो सब कुछ खत्म हो जाता है
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