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“Pillar by pillar it rises, Loading my every new day with surprises, Every new visuals are marked with the “signature”, That clearly defines the inevitable omnipresence of its “creator”! As I sit down & write about Commonwealth Games 2010, popularly known as “CWG 2010”, I’ll have to admit my own “knowledge-based” infrastructure about the event may not be up to the mark to support my views about the showdown on our “part” of earth. But let’s see what I have to offer! Now that the games are within “striking distance” all the possible human emotions have started playing on the minds of people located at each & every strata that is related to the event. For me, it’s only now that these “mind-games” have taken quite a control of my mind as the time starts closing down. My idea of Games has been governed by two behaviours of me: · CWG 2010 – From the mind of an impression-ist, · CWG 2010 – From the mind of an expression-ist, CWG 2010 – From the mind of an impression-ist: The very opp...

“Pillar by pillar it rises, Loading my every new day with surprises, Every new visuals are marked with the “signature”, That clearly defines the inevitable omnipresence of its “creator”! As I sit down & write about Commonwealth Games 2010, popularly known as “CWG 2010”, I’ll have to admit my own “knowledge-based” infrastructure about the event may not be up to the mark to support my views about the showdown on our “part” of earth. But let’s see what I have to offer! Now that the games are within “striking distance” all the possible human emotions have started playing on the minds of people located at each & every strata that is related to the event. For me, it’s only now that these “mind-games” have taken quite a control of my mind as the time starts closing down. My idea of Games has been governed by two behaviours of me: · CWG 2010 – From the mind of an impression-ist, · CWG 2010 – From the mind of an expression-ist, CWG 2010 – From the mind of an impression-ist: ...

In all the glitterings of our Metros, there is another life in Metro......expressed through this poem....... मे कौन सोचता है? मे कौन सोचता है? वो फच्चा जो कायों के शीशे ऩोंछ्ता है जो दौड़ता है,जफकक रार ससग्नर मा ससऩाही सफको योकता है जजसके सरमे ककसी रुकी हुमी काय का खुरता शीशा ककस्भत खुरने के सभान है गाड़ी ऩोंछ्ने ऩय उस शीशे भें से कोई चॊद ससक्के दे दे जजसके ददर भें फस इतना ही अयभान है जजसकी ककस्भत भें फस सूखी योदिमाॉ, पिे कऩड़े औय एक गॊदी सी फस्ती भें िीन का भकान है जजसके सरमे सदी का कम्फर औय फारयश की छ्तयी मे खुरा आसभान है; वो ददन बय भें कैसे अऩनी छोिी-छोिी आॉखों के फड़े-फड़े सऩनों का सऩनों का गरा घोंिता है? मे कौन सोचता है? मे कौन सोचता है? कक वो फच्चा जो सड़क ककनाये बीख भाॉग यहा है, ककसी से काय औय कोठी तो नहीॊ ससपफ ऩेि बयने को चॊद ससक्के भाॉग यहा है, उसे बी कोई शौक नहीॊ है हाथ पैराने का औय हय दूसये-तीसये आदभी से गारी खाने का रेककन वो भज़फूय है क्मोंकक उसके भाॉ-फाऩ के ऩास ऩैसे नहीॊ हैं; उसभें औय तुभभें अन्तय फस इतना है कक उसके भाॉ-फाऩ, तुम्हाये भाॉ-फाऩ जैसे नहीॊ हैं; तुम्हाये स्कूर भे...

In all the glitterings of our Metros, there is another life in Metro......expressed through this poem....... मे कौन सोचता है? मे कौन सोचता है? वो फच्चा जो कायों के शीशे ऩोंछ्ता है जो दौड़ता है,जफकक रार ससग्नर मा ससऩाही सफको योकता है जजसके सरमे ककसी रुकी हुमी काय का खुरता शीशा ककस्भत खुरने के सभान है गाड़ी ऩोंछ्ने ऩय उस शीशे भें से कोई चॊद ससक्के दे दे जजसके ददर भें फस इतना ही अयभान है जजसकी ककस्भत भें फस सूखी योदिमाॉ, पिे कऩड़े औय एक गॊदी सी फस्ती भें िीन का भकान है जजसके सरमे सदी का कम्फर औय फारयश की छ्तयी मे खुरा आसभान है; वो ददन बय भें कैसे अऩनी छोिी-छोिी आॉखों के फड़े-फड़े सऩनों का सऩनों का गरा घोंिता है? मे कौन सोचता है? मे कौन सोचता है? कक वो फच्चा जो सड़क ककनाये बीख भाॉग यहा है, ककसी से काय औय कोठी तो नहीॊ ससपफ ऩेि बयने को चॊद ससक्के भाॉग यहा है, उसे बी कोई शौक नहीॊ है हाथ पैराने का औय हय दूसये-तीसये आदभी से गारी खाने का रेककन वो भज़फूय है क्मोंकक उसके भाॉ-फाऩ के ऩास ऩैसे नहीॊ हैं; उसभें औय तुभभें अन्तय फस इतना है कक उसके भा...

" As i went through my daily grind.. With thoughts and worries intertwined.. I lay my eyes on a sleeping child... Resting in the heat that could burn the wild... What had she done to deserve this... Why cant i pick her up and give her a kiss... Why is that suddenly all my worries seem triffle.. I have enough I said .. But who'll feed this angel ?? The chips I had, to her I gave.. Feeling small at the contibution I made... Wanted to do more .. Could i adopt the child... And suddenly ma boss called .. Hurry up he said... I said be there in a while... In a moment I lost the smile... That a pack of chips had brought to the girl... I left that place...cause the heat was killing me... I feel like a coward .. I had no right to flee... Its our obligation as citizens of the world... To feed the needy .. to help the troubled... Why is then... we all commit the crime... Of not being humans.. but only being prime... The misery of defeat .. or the pain of death... Doesnt compare to what I ...

" As i went through my daily grind.. With thoughts and worries intertwined.. I lay my eyes on a sleeping child... Resting in the heat that could burn the wild... What had she done to deserve this... Why cant i pick her up and give her a kiss... Why is that suddenly all my worries seem triffle.. I have enough I said .. But who'll feed this angel ?? The chips I had, to her I gave.. Feeling small at the contibution I made... Wanted to do more .. Could i adopt the child... And suddenly ma boss called .. Hurry up he said... I said be there in a while... In a moment I lost the smile... That a pack of chips had brought to the girl... I left that place...cause the heat was killing me... I feel like a coward .. I had no right to flee... Its our obligation as citizens of the world... To feed the needy .. to help the troubled... Why is then... we all commit the crime... Of not being humans.. but only being prime... The misery of defeat .. or the pain of death... Doe...

"Ye kaun sochta hai ? Wo bachcha jo karon ke shishe ponchtaa hai Jo daudtaa hai jabki laal signal ya sipahi sabko rokta hai Jiske liye ruki hui car ka khulta shisha Kismat khulne ke samaan hai Gaadi ponchne par us shishe me se koi chand sikke de de Jiske dil me bus itna hi armaan hai Jiski kismat me bus sookhi rotiyaan, fate kapade Aur ek gandi si basti me tin ka makaan hai Jiske liye sardi ka kambal aur baarish ki chatari  Ye khulaa aasmaan hai; Wo kaise din bhar me apni choti-choti aankhon ke Bade-bade sapnon ka gala ghontaa hai? Ye kaun sochtaa hai? Ye kaun sochtaa hai? Ki wo bachcha jo sadak kinaare bheekh maang raha hai, Kisi se car aur kothi to nahi Sirf pet bharne ko chand sikke maang raha hai Use bhi koi shauk nahi hai Haath failane ka Aur har doosre-teesre aadmi se gaali khane ka Lekin wo majboor hai Kyunki uske ma-baap ke paas paise nahi hain Usme aur tum-me antar bus itna hai ki uske ma-baap, tumhare ma-baap jaise nahi hain Tumhare school me jitni fees jaati thi Utne ru...

"Ye kaun sochta hai ? Wo bachcha jo karon ke shishe ponchtaa hai Jo daudtaa hai jabki laal signal ya sipahi sabko rokta hai Jiske liye ruki hui car ka khulta shisha Kismat khulne ke samaan hai Gaadi ponchne par us shishe me se koi chand sikke de de Jiske dil me bus itna hi armaan hai Jiski kismat me bus sookhi rotiyaan, fate kapade Aur ek gandi si basti me tin ka makaan hai Jiske liye sardi ka kambal aur baarish ki chatari  Ye khulaa aasmaan hai; Wo kaise din bhar me apni choti-choti aankhon ke Bade-bade sapnon ka gala ghontaa hai? Ye kaun sochtaa hai? Ye kaun sochtaa hai? Ki wo bachcha jo sadak kinaare bheekh maang raha hai, Kisi se car aur kothi to nahi Sirf pet bharne ko chand sikke maang raha hai Use bhi koi shauk nahi hai Haath failane ka Aur har doosre-teesre aadmi se gaali khane ka Lekin wo majboor hai Kyunki uske ma-baap ke paas paise nahi hain Usme aur tum-me antar bus itna hai ki uske ma-baap, tumhare ma-baap jai...

Children begging, children stealing, children crying, children dying needlessly due to poverty, hunger andeglect. In a world where people live in million dollar homes Why are these children digging out food and bones to chew on, to feed their hunger, from rubbish bins? 'Really, Is that right?' just ask yourself Do these beautiful souls have no right to live, Just because their parents have no money to give to educate them, and feed them, and to help them to grow into fine young women and men that we would be proud to know. If only someone fights for their Right to Live. You and I can change each one of their fate And bring joy and laughter and education to date. Into the dreary and harsh lives of these little angels, By signing petitions and singing jingles. By waking up the Government and making them take action, To ensure education, food & protection of their best interests, with a passion. Lets all get together and give it all we've got To change each little underpri...

Children begging, children stealing, children crying, children dying needlessly due to poverty, hunger andeglect. In a world where people live in million dollar homes Why are these children digging out food and bones to chew on, to feed their hunger, from rubbish bins? 'Really, Is that right?' just ask yourself Do these beautiful souls have no right to live, Just because their parents have no money to give to educate them, and feed them, and to help them to grow into fine young women and men that we would be proud to know. If only someone fights for their Right to Live. You and I can change each one of their fate And bring joy and laughter and education to date. Into the dreary and harsh lives of these little angels, By signing petitions and singing jingles. By waking up the Government and making them take action, To ensure education, food & protection of their best interests, with a passion. Lets all get together and give it all we've got To...

मेरा भी तो अधिकार है मेरा भी तो अधिकार है मेरा भी तो अधिकार है सूरज की रौशनी पर ज़िन्दगी की हर खुशी पर मुस्कान पर, हंसी पर दुनिया पर, जिन्दगी पर मेरा भी तो अधिकार है मेरा भी तो अधिकार है बच्चें ही तो बच्चें ही तो मुल्क की तक्दीर है आने वाले दौर की तस्वीर है बच्चें ही तो बच्चें ही तो मुल्क की तक्दीर है आने वाले दौर की तस्वीर है स्कूल के सब रस्तो पर कापी किताब बस्तो पर क्लास रूम टीचर पर ब्लेक बोर्ड पर हर अक्षर पर मेरा भी तो अधिकार है मेरा भी तो अधिकार है कितने मासुम कितने भोले है इन्के जैसा ना कोई दुजा है कितने मासुम कितने भोले है इन्के जैसा कोई ना दुजा है इन्के जीवन मे रोशनी लाना इक इबादत है, इक पूजा है तयोंहारों पर मेलो पर मैदानो पर खेलो पर फूट्बाल पर क्रिकेट पर चाँक्लटे पर और बिस्कुट पर मेरा भी तो अधिकार है मेरा भी तो अधिकार है एक सुफी एक सुफी एक सुफी... ये सब से कह्ता है कह्ता है छूप कर बच्चों मे खुदा रह्ता है छूप कर बच्चों मे खुदा रह्ता है खुदा रह्ता है..... ऊत्तना ही प्यार पायोगे जीत्तना भी प्यार दो वोओओ वोओओओओओ......... ऊत्तना ही प्यार पायोगे जीत्तना भी प्यार दो इन्को जीने का अधिक...

मेरा भी तो अधिकार है मेरा भी तो अधिकार है मेरा भी तो अधिकार है सूरज की रौशनी पर ज़िन्दगी की हर खुशी पर मुस्कान पर, हंसी पर दुनिया पर, जिन्दगी पर मेरा भी तो अधिकार है मेरा भी तो अधिकार है बच्चें ही तो बच्चें ही तो मुल्क की तक्दीर है आने वाले दौर की तस्वीर है बच्चें ही तो बच्चें ही तो मुल्क की तक्दीर है आने वाले दौर की तस्वीर है स्कूल के सब रस्तो पर कापी किताब बस्तो पर क्लास रूम टीचर पर ब्लेक बोर्ड पर हर अक्षर पर मेरा भी तो अधिकार है मेरा भी तो अधिकार है कितने मासुम कितने भोले है इन्के जैसा ना कोई दुजा है कितने मासुम कितने भोले है इन्के जैसा कोई ना दुजा है इन्के जीवन मे रोशनी लाना इक इबादत है, इक पूजा है तयोंहारों पर मेलो पर मैदानो पर खेलो पर फूट्बाल पर क्रिकेट पर चाँक्लटे पर और बिस्कुट पर मेरा भी तो अधिकार है मेरा भी तो अधिकार है एक सुफी एक सुफी एक सुफी... ये सब से कह्ता है कह्ता है छूप कर बच्चों मे खुदा रह्ता है छूप कर बच्चों मे खुदा रह्ता है खुदा रह्ता है..... ऊत्तना ही प्यार पायोगे जीत्तना भी प्यार दो वोओओ वोओओओओओ......... ऊत्तना ही प्यार...