जज्बात

जज्बात बहुत से हे दिल में,
किसे भूल चलु किसे याद करू ....

कुछ खुसियो के दीपक जलते हे,
रोशन जो दिल को करते हे,

और दर्द की गठरी भरी हुई.
"रौसा" किस किस के पास रखु ?

जज्बात बहुत से हे दिल में,
किसे भूल चलु किसे याद करू....

उमीद के आंचल,
गम के बादल,
आँखों में मोती भरे हुए..

कुछ जख्म भरे हे अभी - अभी
कुछ घाव अभी तक हरे - हरे,

किससें करू में दर्द बया ?
में खुद से खुद ही, संवाद करू...

जज्बात बहुत से हे दिल में,
किसे भूल चलु किसे याद करू....

दीपक रौसा

वो मेरा हो न सका

 प्रस्तुत कविता निराशावादी भावात्मक अभिवक्ति हे. सच तो ये हे की इन्सान की परछाई भी उसका साथ छोड़ देती हॆ...मगर दुःख  ज्यादा तब होता हे जब खुद की परछाई से भी ज्यादा कोई प्यारा उसका  साथ छोड़ दे.....मेरे ये बिखरी सी कविता मेरी उस  इन्सान के हर्दय में चल रहे विचारो का प्रस्तुति  हे.......... :) 

"जो था मेरा,
वो भी मेरा हो न सका I

जश्न की बात थी,
जज्बात   तेद्पाते   थे मगर,
सब देखते तो "रौसा" रो ना सका..

बड़ा खाब था,
उनको बताएँगे हाल ए दिल ,
वो मेरा ही रहा जो खवाब  उनका हो न सका .......

जो था मेरा वो भी मेरा हो न सका,

के   उनसे शिकवा कैशा ?,
क्या गिला !
अकेला छोड़  कर गया ,
हमें तो जो मिला,

जाने कहा खुद से भी ग़ुम हो गया ?
दर्द बस गीत बनकर बह गया !
हर रिश्ता एक रस्ता सा बनकर रह गया ,
कोई नही बताता मेरी मंजिलो  का अब पता I

जो था मेरा वो भी मेरा हो न सका ......".

                                                                      दीपक रौसा

Deepak "Rousa" IEC-MBA farewell poetry.....

Well I am at loss of word after again seeing this live performance of Mr. Deepak “Rousa”. Few months back he said to me, “saifi bhai please put my video in the blog”. But due to some reason or other I was not able to do it. Today I had nothing to do, just randomly pick up this and completed all the work. If you listen this video, it will start with long shout of “Bhagat singh huh tumhare sath hai”.

Well he has some good poems always reserved for us. Listen this end enjoy your day…J

“Mahul tere jaane se gamgeen ho gaya hai,

Ankho se nikla pani namkeen ho gaya hai”……

 

P.S.: This video is for all my dear friend Deepak and his these poems are for all the IEC MBA students....:)..

The Beautifull Mind... Depaak "Rousa"....part 2....

http://www.iecmba.blogspot.in/2012/05/few-beautifull-mindsdeepka-rousa.html (Link of Part 1)

As I was not getting time to complete my interview with Deepak “Rousa”. Now I am presenting second part of the series…

I was enjoying my time with Deepak “Rousa”. It was one of the most beautiful evenings in the store.  Usually happen when two beautiful minds meets.

Question: And then you came in MBA, how diff it was from you BA College and how you adjusted?

Answer: This is an interesting question, when I was in BA; it was like I was more like to remain in my inner self. I had only 2 friends in my class. I used to have morning class in the first year of my college and then within 2 to 3 hour after class. In my college apart from my class I used to love to go Librerary. You know it is unique place between you and books with all the words.

But in MBA it was all together different. I used to be friend with most of class mates. I tried to brake those little shekels to come out of my secure zone. It was very tuff work for me in BA as no one can guess about me and my religion due to my Moustache but in MBA due to that only you all people gave me title of “Bhagat Singh”.

Question: In college you where one of those student who use to keep quite in class. Why those serious looks?

Ans: Well my answer might remind of raju of 3 Idiot. The expectation of my family and my teachers on me made me so. I want to meet all those expectation of my teachers and family. Doing MBA was my own decision and it was really expensive for a family of farmer trusts me. I really never wanted to break trust of those all who have trusted me.

Question: You are a Gujjar, but how it feels when they are stereotyped as a bad people. Whereas there are some good people who not mentioned as often. Why is that so and how you feel about it.

Ans: In every place there is all type of people lives but some time I think perception matters a lot. In my cast a lot of good people are like Dhayama panna, Sardar patel, Rajesh pilot and many IAS, IPS, IFS, farmers, Solders and lots of good social people. Last year Pooja awana a Gujjar girl passes IAS, IIT’ans. Nandita Gujjar of Infoysis is also the gujjar, this cast doing well and I am proud to be a gujjar and we always try to be making it a beautiful caste.

As I could capture the mood of Deepak, I knew he wanted to talk more about his college life.

Question: tell me something about you college life in IEC. How it changed it you and your friends.

Ans: Well some time I wonder how to answer this. But Life in IEC was beautiful and it was a place where I was at peace and relax. There are lots of memories like teachers, assignments, projects, nisheeth bhai, cool ha ha ha boy jayant, Sumit, HG, Raj, Vikas, Amit, Lazy Anil, Vicky, Ajay, Kapoor Sahab, Bagpat k sundeep and Ankur, apne chaudhary sahib and our own Michal Jackson.

Mayank, Body builder goswami, RP, Prashant, Ram Navar or bahut sari baato ke bich me saurabh gupta, saifi means you and lakvadorch or bhai mere pyare dosto ne do saal ko ek zindagi bana diya.

And even some time maharaja Somendra so serious stories make me funny.

It is not easy to forget those days with you all because “Zindagi pyar ki do char ghadi hoti hai, Chaye choti bhi ho ye umar badi hoti he”

Question: How did teachers helped in your life

Ans:"I dedicate this life on the foot of my teachers", Now that was short but best answer by Deepak.

We paused for few minute for coffey. I read some were a lot of good things happen over a coffey. This was pleasing to see one of close friend to open his heart out to us. And let us all know about him.

Question: You are a poet also, how you started that. Who influenced you most as a poet?

Ans: I stated writing poem from class 6 or 7. It was learning for me to play with words because I was never able to express myself to others. So it was all about the poems to me. My father influenced my most. He motivates me and let me tell you he is the only person who has listened all of my poems till date. After a pause Deepak said again.

I know what you want to know next why poem in hindi. “saifi Bhai for me jis bhasha me sochta hu wo hindi he...hindi mere dil k bhasha he or dil me har ak cheez bhut khash hoti hai”, the beautiful mind said to me.

Question: Any advice you want to give to your juniors about poerty.

Ans: Hmmm, Not only for poetry but for all the matters, "heart is the only real book with us from birth to last & we ignore its education, read it & then do or see from the real open eye”

Question:  finaaly any poem on your life, there had to be one And one person who inspires you every time you look at him.

Ans: All poems r my feeling and my pain of heart inspires me when I write...one of my poems is 

very close of my heart few lines....

 

"Me nikal chla jis bhi path per,
mujhe kato ka bhandar mila..

path me dhur mili ghari,
har do pal me andhkar mila..."

P.S.: After speaking to me at this length I knew about him more than I am writing. Till next time, next person ready to open his hearth with me. it is bye from saifi.

Deepak “Rousa”…Ek kavi, Ek dost

There was a Guy in my class who was so simple that some time I wonder who simple a person can be. He was not special in his looks, he dress up normally and his language was simpler. He was one of those gyus who you will miss out if you don’t interact with him and once you get in touch with him believe me you will not get bored and you will want more for him always. He was “Deepak Rousa” one of my class mate.

I don’t remember when I first met him in the college, also I don’t remember when I first time I noticed in the class. I came into his contact because of Jayant singh one of our close friend. From that point on I am obliged to have such a friend. He has his own qualities which is rare to find. He is poet and a very good one. In today world when everyone is running after the English here you find a guy who loves his language. The first time I heard his poem was in the class was about story of son and his mother. It was a classic story of our Rural India but the only difference is he was showing courage of family in the poem and other we’re seeing the sad part in rural Indian and their inability to do things. The emotions he brings in the poem are rare to find.

His first stage performance was in the farewell of our seniors. And he exceeded our expectation over there. I don’t know who recommended him but his whole part was once of the best and it was beginning of many such performances that we have witnessed in the stage. He was every regular in every event in the college after that.

But those how think his English is not good, you are wrong. He speech in the our debate competition was one the emotional touching description of the rural India and failure of PDS. He will never show how much it means to her everything that he do. You give him any work he will do it with his full dedication. Even he was regular in the class. If you meet him first time you will even never know that he is guzzar, I don’t know it is good or bad thing but you can never judge him with his looks.
He has his friend group where he was more comfortable. He never left them alone in college life. He used to sit the 3 or 4 seat of left hand side. And he made it own because nobody used to sit there. He never bunked class, His assignment was always on time ( And he used to write not copy from somewhere else).

There was a time when I have forgotten about this blog and used to be busy in facebook update only. One day he had a word with me who we can again restart this writing this part. I somehow started writing because of him and it was thing I love most after that.

Few line for Deepak “Rousa”..
“Ek kavi ki talash me na jane hum kaha bhatak gaye,
Who paas khada tha hum door nikal gaye,
Usne ek lambi si awaz di hai kahi se,
Sayad woh ussi ped ke neecha to nahi khada hai,
Jaha hum sham ki chai piya karte the,
Par Woh ped ab kisi aur ka hai aur ab chai b waha nahi h,
Sayad who ab kahi se bula raha hai”

hameshaa der kar detaa huun main

hameshaa der kar detaa huun main 

zaruurii baat kahanii ho 
koii vaadaa nibhaanaa ho 
use aavaaz denii ho 
use vaapas bulaanaa ho 
hameshaa der kar detaa huun main 

madad karanii ho usakii 
yaar kii dhaadas bandhaanaa ho 
bahut deriinaa raasto.n par 
kisii se milane jaanaa ho 
hameshaa der kar detaa huun mai.n 

[deriinaa=very old/praachiin] 

badalate mausamo.n kii sair me.n 
dil ko lagaanaa ho 
kisii ko yaad rakhanaa ho 
kisii ko bhuul jaanaa ho 
hameshaa der kar detaa huun main 

kisii ko maut se pahale 
kisii Gam se bachaanaa ho 
haqiiqat aur thii kuchh 
us ko jaa ke ye bataanaa ho 
hameshaa der kar detaa huun main

In pairoo ke bus nishan rah jayege....

chaand taare bol padate hai......

I picked these sher from on of my all time Favorite Shayar...

Have a look at his sense of writing...

sadaa detii hai Khushbuu chaand taare bol padate hai.n
nazar jaisii nazar ho to nazaare bol padate hain

tumhaari hii nigaahon ne kahaa hai ham se ye aksar
tumhaare jism par to rang saare bol padate hain

mahak jaate hain gul jaise sabaa ke chuum lene se
agar laharen muKhaatib hon kinaare bol padate hain

zabaan se baat karane mein jahaan rusvaa_ii hotii hai
vahaan Khaamosh aankhon ke ishaare bol padate hain

chhupaanaa chaahate hai.n un se dil ka haal ham lekin
hamaare aansuon main gam hamaare bol padate hain

terii paabandiyon se ruk nahin sakatiin ye fariyaaden
agar ham chup rahen to zakhm saare bol padate hain

Orginal sher of:  Manzar Bhopali

Chote pankho se lambi Udaan By Deepak “Rousa”

After writing some blogs I realized that I am missing something, and I was not able to figure it out. Then one day somehow thought of this poem came in mind and I know what I was missing. Before I start my poem I just want to wish everyone a very happy Christmas and Happy new year to you and all your family.

Before I begin with my poem just want to give a brief you about the poem so you can understand it. As I am thinking about the nature and we learn from nature I think it’s quite a unexplainable thing. This poem us a part of that search and I hope you all like it.

"Chote chote pankho se, lambi udan hoti he.
Zindgi har kadam pr, ak imhtan hoti he.
Ankho se na bhene do inhe pani ki bunde samajhkar,
tumhari khusi bhi kisi ki zan hoti he.

Chote chote pankho se, lambi udan hoti he..
Har kar hosla,deh gya jo raho me.
Girta rha wo umr bhar, bas apni nighao me.
Itihas le jata he,
hr usko apni baho me.

manzilo pr jiski, zindgi kurban hoti he.
girne k der se agar, wo panchi ud pata nhi.
chorta na ghosla, to asma pata nhi.
bas smajhna hi to he, in hwa k jhoko ko.
jo kabhi dhimi mandi si, or kabhi tuffan hoti hi.
chote chote pankho se lambi udan hoti he.
zindgi har kdam pr ak imthan hoti he.