Saturday, March 26, 2011

झूठा सच

वो ही तो है मेरा दर्पण
करती हूँ दिल उनको अर्पण

मान सम्मान उन्ही चरणो में
स्वीकारें मेरा पूर्ण समर्पण

वो मेरा सच वो सर्वोत्तम
भूलूं उन्हें तो निकले ये दम

सुबह उन्ही से साँझ उन्ही से
वही तो हैं मेरे सच्चे हमदम।


..time passes..


तू झूठा तेरा दर झूठा
वचन थे तेरे कपट भरे

छल प्रपंच से मुझको लूटा
कुत्ते की तू मौत मरे

दिल से पूजूं राम को मैं तो
सर्वनाश तेरा हो जाये

मुझको धोखा देने वाले
चैन कभी भी तुझे आये।

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Treasury of India

Hey guys,
I will be discussing here the journey of human life from pre-birth to death in below middle class family. Keep patience because this blog, may be, will take weeks to get it's structure. We will try to look closely every aspect of life from the pregnancy of mother to the toughest nine month of survival of mother and child, birth like a rebirth of mother, upbringing of the child, their education, survival in the schooling, quality of food, living, health, games; social surroundings, educational quality being provided, problems and difficulties of teenagers, their sexual and moral exploitation, imposition of presumptions and outdated comprehensions by their parents, growing mature and first step out from home, growing their own ideas about life and society, following the immature principles, marrying, having children, fighting for fulfilling family needs and creeps, growing old, complete cutoff from the family, social vulnerability to the death. In the course of the story we will look in to the ugly face of society we are made of, or to say we have created.

No matter how many times it already has happened, The Lady is again pregnant. Sometimes because the married couple don't have satisfactory no. of male children, sometimes it's just because of unawareness or carelessness, sometimes because tools of protection are too costly to afford, and very often the almighty GOD is responsible for all the holy craps.

Neither the innocent lady nor the stupid husband are ready to take the responsibility for the present deed. Half a dozen children, already present in the home, are weeping and crying. Almost naked, empty stomach and probably each of them is struggling with this or that kind of hidden illness ,representing the economical condition and incapability of upbringing the child, of parents. Every old cock is celebrating and is happy for this mishap. No-one feels any need to care the health, diet of the pregnant lady. Only thing people are waiting for is the time when medical checkup can test the sex of the child.

Depending on the medical report, though pre-birth sex checkup is illegal and crime, the lady is mentally treated for rest of her life. The pregnancy period is at the edge still the lady works more then average and don't get enough rest. The child inside her womb is under threatening conditions and is not sure that it's going to be normal entry in the world or the premature birth leading to death (reason of 39% of total infant death in first year TOI) or even if child survives whether he(she) will get the breast feeding and see the mother.

Whether the Lady gives normal birth or undergoes a cesarean, if survives is almost dead. Rest of the family is, whether celebrating joy or weeds, expects from the lady to come back to the normal active life as soon as possible, no matter how week she is. Father of the new born child has celebrated enough and enjoying the company of gamblers or drunken and is not worried at all about the future and needs of new born child or his wife.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

प्रेम पंथ का अंत येही

अधरो से मधु स्वर विदा हुए, कटुता का अंगार बन गया।
प्रेम पराग उड़ा वचनो का, आरोप सुलभ श्रृंगार बन गया।
कल का स्वर्णिम पूर्ण समर्पण, धनवानो का दास बन गया।
अनुराग का रूप जुदा होकर, नफरत का संसार बन गया।
चंचलता का ओढ़ के चोला, आदर बढ़ा अपमान बन गया।
क्षीण हुआ बंधन जन्मो का, शपथ जली शमशान बन गया।
फूटा राग का भाग्य द्वेष का, सहसा पूर्ण विकास बन गया।
राधा का अभागा राम लुटा, संगम भी अभिशाप बन गया।

शापित हुआ सम्मान खुदा का, भ्रम दैवी एहसास बन गया।
मर्यादा बढ़ पतित नष्ट हुई, घ्रणित कपट सुरताल बन गया।
भ्रष्ट हुआ मष्तिस्क प्रिये का, प्रियतम चुक संताप बन गया।
उसके कर्मो का लेख सिमट, मेरे आँचल का पाप बन गया।

Friday, March 11, 2011

बस दो मोती आशाओं के, उसने तो मुझसे चाहे थे|
जीवन के अनुभव से मैंने, जो चुने सहेजे रक्खे थे|
ठहरा मैं लोभी कामी अधम, अरमानो से दूषित खेल किया।
वादा कर नैन बसाने का, अपमान की नरक में झोन्क दिया।


to be completed

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Installing intel c++ compiler in your ubuntu/debian system

1. Go to website software.intel.com

2. Click on “Free non-commercial” under “Tools & Downloads”

3. Download “Intel® C++ Composer XE 2011 for Linux”

4. Unpack package files, then in each main folder run (as superuser)
./install.sh

5. Choose default setting

6. In the process check your email from intel which contains series number, you will need.

7. Add following lines in you .bashrc file in your home folder
(u may need to change compilerpro version)
source /opt/intel/compilerpro-12.0.2.137/bin/iccvars.sh ia32
source /opt/intel/mkl/bin/mklvars.sh ia32

8. Run
source ~/.bashrc

That's it. Instruction are for installing 32 bit compiler. You will need appropriate changes if you are rather installing 64 bit compiler.

Source: http://blog.qinyujie.net/2011/01/26/454/

Saturday, March 5, 2011

माया खेल दिखाए

अपराधी कब कौन यहाँ क्यूँ क्षमा करेगा कौन किसे।
माया की कठपुतली हम सब भंवर जाल में आन फंसे।
राह चला चल चुनी जो तूने चाहे शूल मिले या उपवन।
जन्म अनेको गम कैसा कहीं मिलेगा कभी तो भगवन।



Wednesday, March 2, 2011

मति मारि मोरि

कितने जीवन रंग समय ने न्योछावर मेरि गोद किये।
मुझे न भाया कोई भि ढंग रहा सत्य से ओट किये।
चली नटी होनी की कूची मन भावन सा लेप लिये।
टूटा स्वप्न ठगी जब दिल को नीरसता ने भेंट किये।
बेरंग रंगा नटी ने लूटा अब तो कोई खेल जन्चे न।
खोजा दाता रंक हि पाया मन मेरा सो क्यु तड़पे न।
आह भरू उस प्रेम का मैं जो कभी मुझे मन भाया न।
नजर में चाहूँ वही खुदा जिसको कल नैन बसाया न।

राम