Thursday, May 24, 2012

Best Student Award


Best Student Award


Yeh kahani ek B.Tech ladki ki hai. Kaise wo apni college ke dino shararat karti reheti thi, wo share karne ke liye men ek choti si kosish ki hoon ushki jabani.

Shaam ka time tha har roz ki tarah men meri senior ke sath chai pine kali da ke chai ki dukan gayi thi. Kali da sabse ache chai banate hain IITKGP men. Shaam hote hi hum log nikal padte hain hamare lab se. Subhe se shaam tak chemicals, bacteria, peptites, samples, plants, se ghare rehete the. Ish liye hame moka chaiye ush central AC ki lab se nikal ne ko. bahr garmi hoti hai aur andar South polar ki sahrdi. Lab men itna tez se AC ka hawa chalta hai ki, lab ke andar coat pehena padta hai. Aur guide ki bak bak sun sun ke bore hojate hain sham tak. men toh heran ho jati thi ki wo management ki didi apni guide ka itna tareef kaise karsakte hain. Hum log toh paresan hojate hain apne guide se. kabhi kabhi jealous feel hota hai unke guide ke bareme sunke. Baki bahar nikal ke chai ke naam pe achaa time pass ho jata hai. Aaj din bhar kya kiye, konsi ladka ya ladki aaaj hamare seniour ko pasand aye, aaj guide ke sath kya khichai kiye, konsi ladki aaj kya style karke ayi, koi naya junior- sab baat chit chalta hai.  Mano round table conferences lag jata tha sham ke time. Han har time ek jaga nehi jate the, adde ke liye kafi jaga hai IITKGP men khane ke bahane. Pata nahi kab ek do ganta bit jata hai. Han lab men experiment chalake ate the toh jada time baat nehi toh bash chai.

Ush shaam ki baat hai. “Kali da do special chai ek green chai aur masala mudi dijiye toh. Han chai banne tak wo biscuits de dijiye” men boli. Hum log pehele apne conference jane ki plan kar rahe the , aur fir senior ki shaadi ki baat. Conference men kitna kharca hoga, fundings pane ke liye kasie lab men sab milke paper publish karne ki kosihish, kaise group men bethke editing karte hain lab men, agar copuples hoke jayenge apne life partner le sath toh kitna extra paisa dena padega, tickets kahan se book karenge, VISA ke liye kab apply karenge, guide kasie mere funding ke liye koisish kar rahe. Sab baat chit chala adhe gante tak. Fir chai agaya , baat chiz ka silsila chalet raha hai. Dada special chai ke eilaba green tea bhi tha,thoda jadi dijiye” yeh bolke Fir senior ki shaadi  ki discussion kiye. Kaise hum log jayenge, guide se bolke jayenge ya ese hi chale jayenge, ticket kon sa train pe karenge, kon si colour ki saree pehenege , haldi kitna lagayenge dulhan ko, mithai kitne khayenge. Chai thoda late aaraha tha, toh koi masale dar topic chiye tha gape ladane ke liye, masaledar mudi ki tarah. Snacks ke time chatapati khane ke sath chatpati baate bhi hote hain. Mene suru kiya apni raam katha, mere Btech ki kahani, jab mere senior bole ke men kitni sincere hoon.

Didi bahot jada hi sincere thi men.Muhje best student ki award mila tha. Do senior didi jo sath men the khus hogaye sunke aur bole hame pata hai tum bahot sincere ho. Men  chai ki pyali mun men deke thoda muskurai. Didi sakal men maat jayiye. Dusre di jo enginnering background ke nehi the, unse boli, hum Btech bale bade hi shaitan hote hain. Char saal khatam ho jata hai, par hum sughar te nahi. Han B.Tech ki degree ke sath, shaitan ki dree bhi leke jate hain. Koi panga nehi lete hain, kyun ke uski pungi baja dete the. Abhi kahan se suru karoon pata nahi. Kyun ke college ke suru ke din se esa ragging hota hai, ke hum hogon ki chamdi hypopotamus ki tarah ho jata hai, aur koi bhi baat hame fir tafleef nehi deta hai. Bash takat aajata hai, confidence aajata hai by God. Han first day men pura saant susil hoke jate hain. Par yeh senior logon ki nazaar se kahan baach pate hain. Bada hi tez nazar hota hai unka. Pura eagle eye ki tarah. Chun chunke pakadte hain aur gin gin ke haal behal karte hain. Han yeh bhi sach hai ki wahi senior fir ache dost ban jate hain.

Abhi kon sa kisa batayen aapko. bitotechnolgy ki jaanta ko koi ragging nehi kar pate the. pehela din bhi achha gaya tha. Hum logon ka class first year men fashion technology ke sath hoti thi aur 2nd year men civil students ke sath. Ek baar ek ladki hamari ek saheli fashion technolgy ke sath bahot hi batameez takie se ragging kiye. Men kahan chup reheti, jake complain kardiya principal se. Seniour log heran paresan ki ..ek toh juniour upar se ladki hamare naam pe complain. Seniour logon ko gusssa agaya. Abhi unko kahan pata tha ki men unse bhi jada dheet hoon.Agar kahin kuch galat hota hai men kisiko chodti nahi hoon. jab dhamkane lage higher authorities ko complain kiya.Situation samaj ke pata kiye men sahi hoon, seniour ko action lene bale the, wo seniour toh course chodne ki sochke par baad men sudhar gaye aur apna course khatam karke chale gaye.

Class men ek naye professor aye the. Na unko thik se subject ki gyan thi , na thik se pronounciation kar pate the. Bade hi bore lagta tha. jan bujke question pe question, question pe question puchte jate the. Wo bhi sochte rehete the kya answer hoga. bade hi kabil sohcte the hame. Group bunk karte the kabhi kabhi aur last semetser ke internal men toh group men exam bhi nehi diye. Koi prof ki tarif , koi madm ko letter,koi gali likh ke aye the. han pehelse do exam de diye the internals ushe mark mil gaya tha. 

Han  agar koi proffesor sahi men kuch thik se padhate the, hum unko respect karte the. aapne toh suna hoga wo satyamev jayate ka second episode men kya bola tha " Do not respect elders, respect their behaviour". wahi principle hum mante the. Sahi logon ke sath sahi, galat logon ke sath galat. Men class representative thi, toh sari responsibility meri. Class representative bhaya bada kathin kaam hai. profesor aur student donno se gali sunna padta hai. Students bolenge class nehi karna, aur profesors bolenge extra class karna hai. jo bhi ho life ko kabhi seriouly nehi liya. 

Kisiko pata chalega ki men itna badmas hoke bhi BEST STUDENT AWARD li thi. 




.....to be continued
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Yeh dost tu kyun hain khafa



(This image is my digital art)

Yeh dost tu kyun hain khafa
Muhjse hui jane kya khata
Galat maat soch meri baton ka
Yeh tha bahana tuhje apnane ka
Tu kyun ata hai duniya ki baton men
Tu kyun rutha hai muhjse man man men
Men toh fiza hoon bahar hoon tere asman men
Tu bash kho ja mere khayal lon men
Tu betha hoga ke aaun manane
Par manana nehi ata hame
Barso se jo kaam kiya tune
Abtak wo sikah nehi mene
Ruthe toh hum rehete the
Pata nehi tum kitna gaam sehete the
Hasane kie liye hame tumkiya karte the so bahane
Hum toh bash chup chap suna karte the pyar ke tarane

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Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Meri Best Friend ki Shaadi


Meri Best Friend ki Shaadi


Yeh kahani hai Amani ki, jo kabhi meri hostel mate  hua karti thi. Aaj ushki call aya tha. Barso biit gaye the,pata nahi kahan se wo muhje dhund li. Han bol rahi thi ki facebook pe kisi aur ek hostel friend ko mera number puchi. Muhje abhi bhi yaad hai kaise wo mere hostel men mili thi. Kal ki baat ki tarah hi toh lag raha hai. Men apne room pe khana kha rahi thi, k eek patli si ladki gudia ki tarah dikhne men mere room knock kiya. Choti si pink colour ki shirt pehenke aur red tops men ake puchi aapka proxy number muhje de sakte ho, mera internet nehi aaraha hai. Sayad men ushe dus baar puchi hungi ke wo kya puch rahi thi. Uska aabat itna kaam tha ki wagal men bhi koi ho uske toh sunai na de. Jaise dheere se koi khel khel rahe ho, kaan men chupke se kuch bolne ka khel. Badi hi chui muin type kit hi. Muhje toh dekhke yeh laga tha ke koi btech ki ladki hogi. Baadmen bade dino ke baad pata chala tha ke wo PhD karke ayi hai. Wo choti si ladki jo kabhi akele kahin jaen ko pasand nehi karti thi, aur muhje bulati thi sath jane ko aaj shaadi karke ghar sambhale ja rahi hai. Wo jisko market sabji khadine jao toh bolegi tu aaj free hai na market jayenge, wo parlour ho , koi kapdo ki bazaar ho ya department bhi jana ho muhje bulati thi. Pura bachi thi. Han samajdar bhi kafi thi. Jab jab bhi koi baat pe muhje koi tang karte the, bade himat se un logon ko gali deti thi aur muhje samjhati thi kabhi kabhi ladna sikho. Men laske uske gale lag jati thi aur sara gaam bhool jati thi. Kabhi kabhi toh dadi maa ban jati thi. Men toh socthi thi ushke naam ka ek serial banwaun. : “AMANI DADI MAA KE NUSHKE”.

Hum log kabhi baat kiye nehi the thik se. Muhje yeh lagta tha ki badi hi modern ladki hai, pata nahi men pehele baat karungi toh kya sochegi. Wo bhi muhje baat nehi karti thi, ke men kya sochungi. Ek din uski mummy ayi thi hamre hostel men. Wo muhje dekhi aur kahin sare baat kiye. Badi pyari thi. Wo hi hum do ko thik se dosti karwai thi. Tab se hum log bade hi close friends ban gaye the aur close up muskan hamesha hamare chehere pe rehta tha. Tab koi ad agency hame le sakte the tooth paste ki ad men. Khana pina, ghumna firna, padhai sab kuch ek sath. Kapde bhi kharide the toh ek pair toh pakka same type ka hota tha. Jaise ek ke sath ek free free free type ka ho. Movie dekhne ka, photography karne ka, paintings karne ka, modelling pose men photo khichne ka bada hi shokin the hum dono. 99% marks nehi mile the kabhi but 99% taste milthe hum donno ka.

Badi khubsoorat thi madam. Ladko ki oh line lagi reheti thi. Koi ushke department ke koi mere department ke ladke bade hi fida the ushpe. Par wo yeh tay kar lit hi thi ki apni mummy papa ki marzi se shaadi karegi. Sahi bhi toh hai. Akir hamse bade hain wo log.kabhi samaj hai un logon ko hamare baremen. Hum log ghanto betheke ladke dekhte the shaadi.com pe. Ladko ki kami nehi thi ush shaadi .com ki bazaar men. Big bazaar ki shopping ki tarah ladke apne profile picture men honge .pasand aye toh kharid lo nahi toh aur ek section jao. Bese hum log toh PhD kar rahe the. Toh usha faida toh lena hi chiya na. Itna kuch padha tha research methodology men. Sampling ka bada hi istamal kiye the hum log ush doraan. Pehele population choice karo jo ladke honge, ushmen se Brahmin ladke, ushmen se jo phd kiye honge, fir horoscope bhi match ho. Ese karke sample size chota ho gaya tha. Sample choto ho toh research men biasedness hota hai. Bese hi sample chota hone par ladko ki number pad jati thi. Agar koi choice hote the toh unke nacre allag se. Mano ke economics ka supply and demand theory chal raha hao. Ache ladka ladkiyon ki demand jada aur supply kaam. Bhai sabi ki apni apni passand bhi toh thi na. Kisiko lambi ladki chahiye, kisiko job nehi karne wali, koi PhD kiye ho par job nehi kar sakti. Kabhi kabhi men sun ke heran ho jati thi  ki lako ko thoda moti ladki chahiye, aur amni patli thi. Are men paresan kyun na hoon bhai, bade hi mehenat karti thi gym jake apna weight loss karne ke chakar men. Yeh log bhi na jo mote hote hain unko ptle hone ko bolte hain, jo patle  hote hain unko mote hone ko bolte hain. Kabhi kabhi umar ke baje se shaadi ho pata tha. Kabhi kabhi dahej. Are shaadi kar rahe ho koi business contract thode na kar rahe ho, ish men fridge TV cash kahan se aajata hai. Koi koi toh pehele se  engaged hote the par apne mummy papa ke daar se Amani ko dekhne ajate the.bad men mana kar de te the. Yeh toh sochna hi chahiye ke ladki ki dil men kya guzaar ti hogi jab uska rista thukraya jata hoga. jaise ekta ki serial ho, baar baar riste thodna aur jodna. Haad hi hogayi thi.

Kabhi upset rehene lagi thi. Bese yeh kaam unka sirf nehi tha. Bhaya ish men toh society aur relatives ka bada hath hota hai. Ladki peda hui hi nahi, jasie shaadi ki baat suru kardo. Rupa aunty bolegi apki badi beti ki shaadi nahi huyi? Choti ki shadi men late nehi ho raha hai? Apki beti aur kitna padhegi? Mano IAS exam ka questions ho. Mummy papa bhi kya karenge. Beti ki umar ho rahi hai,ladka dhundo. Usha biodata aur photo abhi bhi hoga mere mail pe, mummy ko diya tha shaadi dhundne ke liye. Bade pampad bele the humlog us doran.Phd ka kaam apne area pet oh hota tha, ushke sath shaadi ki Phd hum log kar diye the.

Aaj wahi mithi si chilbuli si ladki phone kit hi. Hello kasi hai muhje puchi.pehele toh men samaj nehi payi, par baadmen uski hasi se pata tha ki Amani hai. Bichde huye do dost ka aaj barso ke baad kar rahe the. Bade hi khush the hum log. Meri haal chal puchi mene bhi usko pucha kab kar rahi hai shaadi. Ishilye toh phone ki hoon wo boli. Men toh mazak men bol rahi thi wo sach men shaadi kar rahi hai. Hamari itne dino ki mehenat aaj raag la rahi hai.kabhi chidai ushko. Bahot khus lag rahi thi. Jasie pani se taras te huye insaan ko pura sawan mil gaya ho. Jaise fulo ka khilne ka root agaya ho. Jaise samandar ki leher aaj koi khel khel aha ho. Mene turant pucha kon hai wo kab hai shaadi , love ya arrange. Wo hasne lagi meri sawal ki train gadi sunke. Jaise men rata lagake rakhi hoon yeh sawal puchugi. Wo boli arrange cum love. Mene haske boli yeh kafi romatic lag raha hai.
Hum log baat kar hi rahe the ki network ka problem hua aur phone disconnect ho gaya. Yeh cell bhi na urgent time pe hi disconnect ho jata hai. Ad men toh bada hi baat karte hain network apke sath jahan jahan bhi jaye. Par yeh kya. Mene kafi try kiya par laga nehi. Socha ki sayad wo bhi try kar rahi hogi. Mene aur call nehi kiya aur uske call ka intezaar kiya. Fir kuch der bethi rahi ek smile ke sath. Purane din yaad jo agaye the. Kaise paglon ki tarah dance karte the koi bhi function ho, bash moka chahiye tha party ka. Utpag khana experiment karte the , aur naam toh double ajeeb reheat tha. Firse call karegi toh bataungi ushe mere se cooking sikhi hai abhi sasural men muhje thoda yaad karne ko khana pakane ke time. Ek baar toh kheer banake food festival men hisa liye the. Yeh yaaden hi toh hai jo sabse kimti khazana hai. Isi yaadon men toh hum log jite hai. Men chair pe bethi hi thi ke meri nazaar ek bade si card pe aya. Yeh card toh wo meri birthday pe di thi. Bada sa card. Surprise dene men hum donno awal ate the. Men ghar chali gayi thi meri birthday pe, wo mera room ka chabi apne pass rakhi thi. Jab men ghar se wapas ayi toh dekhi ke wo mera room ballon se bar di hai aur soft toys and cards men saza ji hai. Itna khush hogayi ke kya bataon. Surprises kisko pasand nehi hoti.  Ek baar picnic gaye the, meri tabiyat kharab ho gayi thi, baki sab ghumne chale gaye beach pe, par wo mere sath ruki cab men. Men soyi thi. Yeh sab sochke dil bhar ayi. Tabhi firse call aya.

Hello, mera network ka gadbad hai. Mene ushe ladke ki baat puchi. Wo boli “software engineer hain. Bade hi ache hai, hum logon ka shaadi fix hua, baat chee huyi aur fir love hogaya. Next mahine shaadi kar rahe hain tu zaroor ana”. Wo ish year valentine day men prpose kiye the. Saat din saat baar sath tarikhe se. Roses toh har roz milta tha unse. Chota sa paribaar hai unka , men unki ladli choti bohu banugi. Men bash sun rahi thi aur wo bolti hi ja rahi thi. Mene pucha “koi dowry ka problem toh nehi na?. Wo boli” nehi muhje dulha chaiye tha aur unko dulhan bash yehi len den hua hai. Han dher sara pyar ka bhi len den hua hai. Tu na pink colour ki saree pehenke ana”. Men hasne lagi aur boli tuhje  abhi bhi yaad hai ke tere shaadi men men pink colur ki saree pehenugi boli thi. Wo sab kuch yaad rakhi thi. Kase hum log uske shaadi men dance karne ki soche the, kase mehendi day ka celebration karenge,kon kon se dance number aur gaana chalange, kahan kahan se shopping karenge aur dulha ko kasie tang karenge. Ushko yeh bhi yaad tha ki men ushki dewaar ko shaadi karungi boli thi. Haske wo boli “sun mera koi dewar nehi hai, par han tere jiju ke kaafi sare handsome friends hai”. Men khub hasi ushi baat sunkar. Kabhi ache din the , kasie hum log ek sath snacks ke liye sham ko nikal te the, aur snakes karne jayenge bolte the; kaise barish men ek chate men adha bheege bheege huye hostel ke aur ate the; kaise summers men daku tit rah apne chehere ko dupata men lapetke jati thi aur wo badmas meri photo khichke facebook pe choti thi, kase wo meri vedio nikal ke muhje blackmail kart thi ek icecream treat ke liye; kaise hum paani barne jate the ek block se durse block jasie gaon men matke men paani bharne kuye ke pass jate ho. Sab kuch ankhon ke samne agaya tha.

Wo muhjse puchne lagi meri shaadi huyi ki nahi. Aab shadi ki mela men toh men aahi gayi thi, par kumbh ki mela men jaise kho jate hai, men bhi kho gayi thi dulha ki mela men. Shaadi ke laddo mil toh rahe the, par ek dar sa lagta tha. Par bolte hain na shaadi ke laddu khao toh pachtao na khao toh pachtao. Toh khake hi pachta na behetar hai. Men usko boli ladka dhund rahe hai ghar men. Pehele meri best friend ki shaadi  men khub nachugi gaaungi,  fir apni shaadi men . Men bahot khush   hun meri best friend teri shaadi ho rahi hai

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Monday, May 21, 2012

Kuch Shayari apne kalam se


Kuch Shayari apne kalam se

(The image is Digital art done by me)

Kya hai tere dil men
Kash yeh jaan pati
Har pal har lamha
Kash tere pass hoti
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Tera pyar toh manzoor tha
Tera gussa bhi tha manzoor
Manzoor nehi bash ek cheez hume
Tera rehena muhse dur
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Tere bina koi tamana nahi
Yeh mere dil ko hai pata
Dur rehete ho toh pyar aye
Pass aao toh kyun khafa
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Yeh dil men itna takleef kyun hota hai
Na baat karo pyar se Yeh ansoon hai ya hai koi samanderKhamiya aapmen bhi hai ,Khamiya muhjmen bhi hainTumse milne ki din itne kaam, Aur beechardne ke din itne lambe kyun hote hainKabhi toh dost se mehebuba banaTere pyar ki har lamhe ki yaad wo gaane yaad dilate rehete hainHum toh deewane huye bash teri ek hasin mushkan menKiski ko bhi tu kalakar bana de, tuhje dekhne ki khawab menKitne sayar likh gaye kabita, bash teri ek hasin mushkan men 
Hum toh ashique hain, hamesha barbad huye reheke ashikana andaz menMeri tarah na jane kitne ashique barbad huye, bash teri ek hasin mushkan men----------------------------------------------------------------Kiski ko bhi tu kalakar bana de, tuhje dekhne ki khawab menKitne sayar likh gaye kabita, bash teri ek hasin mushkan men Hum toh ashique hain, hamesha barbad huye reheke ashikana andaz menMeri tarah na jane kitne ashique barbad huye, bash teri ek hasin mushkan men----------------------------------------------------------------Hum toh ashique hain, hamesha barbad huye reheke ashikana andaz menMeri tarah na jane kitne ashique barbad huye, bash teri ek hasin mushkan men----------------------------------------------------------------Laye tum labzon pe, baat jo dil men theJane kitne sawan, jane kitne mahina



Har khusi men bhi sirf dard kyun hota hai
Jab tum mere ho hi nahi toh fir
Tumhe khone ka yeh daar kyun hota hai

Na haak jatao muhjpe itna

Khub maze se dil tode hain yahan log
Kabhi samander ki gehrai, kabhi ansman ki taron ke jitna

Ya koi baarish ke boonde sawan ke

Gaam men toh jhalak ta hi hai
Jhalak ta firbhi hai jab mile khusi ke moke

Bash yeh gila hai mere dost tuhjse,

Hum apke khamiya chupate hain, Aur aap hamara khamiyan nikalte hain

Kabhi hasrat na thi chand taron ka
Kabhi khawab na dekha karte the
Tune pyar ka jhalak dikhlake
Dil men arzoo barte gaye
Abhi khud ko chand aur taro samajte hain
Par tu chodke gaya ese ke khudse rubraru na kar pate hain
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Hame zindegi se yun dur kiya tumne 
Hum khud ko sambhal na paye
Dard toh bahot sare thi pehele se

Par ish baar dil ko kish bahane samjhaye

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Tujhe dekhun toh kalam chalne lagi
Tere chehere men kya hai
Men khudko bulake tujhmen jeene lagi

Yeh teri awaz men kya jadoo hai

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Jaab bhi meri naam sunu tumse
Har narazgi dur ho jati hai

Dil ka takleef dur ho jati hai
muskurane ki baja fir mil jati hai
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Dil ka thikana ab kya den
Jab hum musafir ban gaye 
Tere dil ke talash men
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Wo safar hi kya jahan koi hamsafar hi nehi
Wo mukadar hi kya jahan sanam ki ane ki gunjaish bhi nehi
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Yeh kismat ki lekha itna ajeeb kyun hote hain
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Kabhi toh muhje tere kabil bana
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Ek pal ese ate hain, sare gaane sune sune se lagte hain
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Na naam ya sohorat men dil aya, na paiso ki bohchar men
Yeh tumhara lawz hai ya koi aaina
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kabhi apne askon se dil behelata raha , kabhi jhoote muskano se dard chupata raha
dard chehere pe na aye,ishliye kya kya bahane banata raha
tum kya jano yaad na karne ki kosish men , kitne baar tumhe yaad karta raha

Darde Dil


Darde Dil

 (The image is a digital art done by me)

Bade pyar se puchte ho haal kaisa hai humara
Haal kaisa hoga jab hum dil men nehi tumhara
Din toh kat jate hain kaise bhi karke
Raat katti nehi bin ankhon men ansoon bharke
Yeh mukadaar ka khel hi toh hai
Har rah men mil jate ho, par milte nehi zindegi men
Jab chaha toh pyar se bula liya
Jab chaha toh hame dil se bhula liya
Yeh kaisa chehera dikhate ho
Kyun rehe rehe ke hame satate ho
Sapna ek baat tutta hai toh armon koi tutta hai
Sapna baar baar jo tute kambaqt yeh dil hi tut jata hai
Kab tak apna haale dil yeh likhe tumhe sunaye
Kabhi dil se jo apnao toh, dil ki dhadkano se hum sunaye
Ke kaise gujar ta hai har lamha aapke bin
Kabhi sapno men aapse baate karke, kabhi neend ke bin
Yeh mehesush kyun nehi hota hai aapko
Jo ehasas apne dil men diye humko
Jo pyar humare chehere pe dikhai deta hai sabko
Manzoor toh rab bhi kar de bash mazoor ho apko
Kash humhe wo khuda de dil padneki kabiliyat
Ankhen padhke jo dekhe, hai ya nahi wo dil ki mohabat
Kya koi guroor hai tuhje tere upar
Yun nazre chura ke chale jate ho mun ferkar
Mana ki aap bha gaye ish dil ko , aab reheta hai khone ka dar
Kya tune nehi chata tha kabhi hum ho meherban tujpar
Karen bhi toh kya karen jab chata hai tuhje
Gussa khud pe kar sakte hai par tum par nahi, tum chaho ya na chaho muhje



Saturday, May 19, 2012

Aaj Paani Nehi Ayega


Aaj Paani Nehi Ayega



           "Pani Pani khare pani re, nanomen bhar jaye neende khali kar Jaye". Nano men toh bhara nehi par han neende kharap zaroor kar diya. Bolte hain kisiki ki kimat, kisi ki ehemiyat jab wo pass na ho toh pata chalta hai. Sach men jo cheez aram se mil jata hai usko hum puchte nehi hai, jisko bade mehenat se milta hai usko hum jada ehemiyat dete hain.

     Ek garmi  masoom ka din ki baat kar rahi hoon. Bahot garmi thi ishbaar. Subhe che baje bhi dopeher ka dhoop nikal jata tha. Roz roz ish liye subhe uthke jaldi department chali jati thi taki jada dhoop men muhje nikal na pade. Dost log heran paresan ho jate the. Puchthe the itni subha tum department men kya karte ho. Actually, mere dost logon ka uthne ka time mere time se bahot alag tha. Actually mera timing pura IIT bando ke timing se alag tha. Yahan bande 12 baje uthe the..han yeh yeh alag baat hai ke agar class hai toh jaldi uthna padha tha bacho ko. Fir raat bhar jagte rehete the. Subhe 5 am baje jab morning walk ka time hota hai, jab bacho ka son eke time hota hai. Agar yeh pucho ke Kya karte hain raat bhar toh kahin jawab milenge-B.tech (Productof IIT) wale yahan ke saan hain, wo logon ka time reheat hai padne ka , koi facebook, koi padhai library men, koi girl friend ke sath, koi group men masti. Han sirf b.tech kyun Mtech(By-Product)  and PhD (Waste Product) wale bhi samil hai. Mtech/MBA bale bhi bahi karte hain.PhD log apne lab men busy. Koi raat ko 2.2 lagate the, koi beth ke baa, koi skype men apne boyfriend se baat.Agar koi festival ka time ho toh IIT ke raat din baan jata tha. KOi veggies men, koi ghan ghosh, koi main building ke samne gol chakr men bethke doston ke sath waqt gurte rahe hain.  Mera bhi mann karta tha ke men bhi ek baar pura raat jagke IIT ka nazara dekhun. Par hua nehi. Toh men yeh bol rahi thi, ki ese raat gujar thi aur logon ka late hota tha.Jo jaldi uth jate the, unko abnormal sochte the yeh log. IIT ke category men nehi hain. Jo bhi ho adat toh adat hai, men jaldi uth jati thi, agar kabhi padhai ho toh late nehi toh winter ka season ho toh late. Winter men blanket men sona, janat jaise lagta hai. Abhi garmi men lekin jada neend nehi ati. Abhi student life men AC toh milega bhi nehi, milna bhi nehi chahiye kyun ke sara time fir sone men chala jata. Subhe ke 6am hota nehi automatically neend khul jati thi. Room men jo khidi hai, ushmen se tez dhoop chehere pe padta tha.Mobile pe diya hua alaram sunai nehi deta tha , par lagta tha, suraj ji alaram ka kaam kar the the.

         Ankhon men neend bhara hua tha, ankhe khone ko mann nehi karta tha ush din. Par garmi men room me andar bed pe aur raha nehi gaya. Mann kar rah tha ke nahake firse so jayun. Neend maharaj ko bhaaga ne ke liye wash room gayi apni face dhone. Ankhon men pani padega toh neend khool jayegi. Ache se mun dho liye. Brush bhi karli. Fir nahne ke liye nikli toh pani band. Muhje laga thode der men paani aajayega. Men as usual apni laptop open kiya. Aaj kal yeh esi adat ho gayi hai ke pucho maat. Bash sone ke time band reheta hai laptop-sleep mode pe.fir meri bagal room men rehene wali friend puchi paani nehi aaraha hai, mene bola nehi. Ushne kahan toh muhje jagaya kyun nehi, paani jab aaratha hum log naha sakte the, paani rakh sate the. Mere dimag men yeh khayal tab nehi aya tha,sayad adhi neend men thi. Fir pura hostel ki chaan maari.

          Kuch solution mile ishliye pehele hostel ki group mail men mail kiya, maintenance secretary ko, bbad men pata chala ki ,sirf hamere block B men nehi  C men bhi nehi arah hai.Kuch kuch jag ape bash pine ka paani hai. Mene mere wahi wingmate ko bulake thirs floor se pine ke paani bhar diye aur dhunde ke A block ki bathroom men naha lie. Hostel men hangama ho gaya tha tab-subhe 9.30 am 10 am ke around.jinte bhi bottle tha room pe bhar liye. Baki hostel li ladkiyan bhi bahi kar rahi thi. Koi koi yeh bhi bole ke un logon ko kal se pata tha, koi koi bole inda men pipe fat gaya hai, koi bole do din tak paani nehi ayega. Yeh sab sunke hum log bucket men paani store kane ki soche. Par ek block se durse block pani lana, baot hi halat kharap ho gayi. Jab paani bhar ke lati thi, agar meri wingmate kuch gira deti thi, ushko turant bolti thi ..dekh tu ek boond bhi maat girana. Tab ek boond bhi samandar ki tarah lagta tha.

         Ush din bash ek item banake khaye.khicdi, ek bartan men share karke khaye,kyun ke done ke liye paani kahan se layen. Nahana bhi 1 balti se hogaya. Minimum use of water. Tab pata chala ke paani ka kimat kitna anmol hai. Hum log bhool jate hain ke paani ek din khatam ho jayega, kitne bimari fel jayega, pine ko paani nehi milega, janbaar aur insaan ki halat ek jaise ho jayega, paani kharid na padega, sayad kitne jhagde karne padenge, stock price ki tarah paani ki price up and down hote rahenge, aur hamere heart beats bhi up and down honge. Nahana toh door ki baat hai, pine ko nehi milega. Ped pode murjha jayenge. Aur ped pdhe nehi rahenege toh hum bhi kahan ish dunya men ji payenge. Sayad ek boond paani ke liye bahot sare bibad khade ho jayenge.

    "Aaj Paani Nehi Ayega" ek din men yeh sunke agar itna ho halla maach gaya socho yeh agar roz ki baat huyi toh kya hoga. Ish liye ek ache nagneek ki tarah hame yeh yaad rakhna chahiye ke boond boond men zingegi hai, aur yeh zindgei apne hatho men hai, hum apne ane bale zindegi kaisa hoga. Khud taya karenge. Apni thodi si adat sudhar ke. Naal se paani behete huye nehi chode, jab zarrorat ho tab naal khole. Nahane ke time balti men bhake rakhe, behe huye na chode. Jo bhi paani ka istamal karo, thoda carefully karko.  Hamare ane wale generation yeh na bole "Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink"



Ajnabi Dost



Ajnabi Dost

(The image is a digital art done by me. It is a symbol of friendship)


Rail gadi rail gadi chhuk chhuk chhuk chhuk chhuk chhuk
Beech bale station bole rukh rukh rukh rukh rukh rukh
Tadak bhadak lohe ki sadak ; Wahaan se yahaan yahaan se wahaan
Mangalore Bangalore bangalore mangalore
Chhooo chhooo chhooo chhooo chhooo chhooo chhooo

Ashok kumar ki yeh gaana yaad aagayi, jab wo Train ki humsafar ki yaad ayi, woh ek dost ki yaad ayi. Banglaore hi ja rahi thi men. Ek conference tha IISc Bangalore men. Bese dekha jaye hum PhD logon ka kaam hi wahi hai, apne kaam ka exhibition karte rahena. Exhibition ki tarah value lagaya nehi jata, par han ache kaam ka sanman kiya zaroor jata hai.  Toh wo conference ke liye jana tha. Yeh baat pehele ghar men boli thi. Har baar ki tarah ish baar bhi mummy ka pehela question –“beta tum akele kaise jaoge? Muhje toh neend nahi ayegi. Koi tumhare sath ja rahe hain department se”. Aur mera har baar ki tarah ek hi answer-“ nahi mama men akele ja rahi hoon. Kuch problem nehi hoga. Men chali jaungi. Pehele bhi toh gayi hoon” . kabhi kabhi sochti hoon yeh mummy log itna darte kyun hai, abhi toh hum bade ho gaye hain. Par maa toh maa hi hain. Sayad khud maa baneke baad hi ish raaz ka pata hame chelega ke kyun bo itna pyar karte hain bacho se. Kher kuch din ke baad, registrations fees bhar diya aur ticket karna baki tha, mummy ne bola ki wo muhje akele jane nehi degi aur mere sath jayegi. Mene unka bhi tickets karwa diya. Kuch din men hum log nikal pade Bangalore. Akele jati toh koi paresani nehi hoti, but abhi mummy meri responsibility lag rahi thi. Hum log baaten karte huye, gaana sunte huye ja rahe the. Agal bagal men bhi ache co passenger the. Mummy ki achi dosti ho gayi thi. Wo baat kar rahe the. Men apni kitawob men khoyi huyi thi. Sayad koi story book padh rahi thi. Muhje books padha bahot achha lagta hai. Mazak men bhai behen shaadi men books gift denge chidate rehete hain.bhai behen ka fundamental right hai bol sakte hain apas men tang chichai karna. Men apni duniya men khoyi huyi thi aur mummy apni. Beech beeech men aur mummy baat karte the, bahar ke nazare dekh rahe the, chatpati snacks ka maza le rahe the, achanak ek jann ake puchne lage men IISc ja rahi hoon ya nehi. Mene han boli. Fir baat karna suru kar diye. Han jaise koi stranger ke sath baat karte hain, bese formality maintain karke baat chal raha tha. English men suru hogaya tha apne apne Phd life ki kahani doono ki jubani. Wo bhi conference men ja rahe the. Mummy odiya language men puchi ke men ishe janti hoon ya nehi. Wo sochi ki wo mere classmate hain. Mummy ko samjayi ki wo XIMB men Phd kar rahe hain. Pehele sochi ki wo oriya hain par wo Allabad ke rehene bale the. Baat wahot samay tak chal raha tha.Par men jada baat nehi kar rahi thi. Muhje thoda logon pe jaldi bharosa nehi ata. Dheere dheere waqt guzar gaya. Bangalore station karreb aaraha tha, wo ake puche milke conference venue men jane ko. Mene han kar di. Mummy boli tum jante nehi ho, firbhi kaise han kardi. Mene mummy ko samjhai koi baat nehi, wo bhi ek participant hain. Hum logon pahanch gaye, Venue men. Wo bahot help kiye, venue men pahochne men. Next day conference tha. Mera tabiyat thi nehi lag raha tha, par men padhai karna start kiya, but mummy bore ho jayegi sochke baat ki. Wo ghar ko miss kar rahi thi. Next day conference men gaye. Sab thik thak chal raha tha. Wo train ke stranger abhi thoda dost ban gaye the. Sham ke time pata chala unko best paper ki award mila hai. Mummy khush ho gayi ke jiske sath hum milke aye jisko jante the un ko prize mil raha hai. Sab mummy papa ko wahi pasand hai, jo achha padte hain. Mummy ki mun se ush ajnabi dost ki padhai ki tareef sunke muhje bhi mann huya ki men prize leti toh mummy badi khush hoti. Sham hogaya, dinner ke time fir mile ush ajnabi dost se. Baat chit ke silse chalti rahi. Mere chehere pe smile tha as usual, but andar se kuch achha nehi lag raha tha.Syad fever ho gaya tha. Tez bukhar hai, agar yeh bolungi toh mummy ko tension ho jayega. Yeh sochke kuch nehi boli. Fir pabas guest house chale gaye. Chalne ki takat bhi nehi tha. Mera chehera dekhke mummy ko pata chal gaya ki mera tabiyat thik nehi hai. Tension men agayi. Men so gayi raat ko, lekin sayad mummy so nehi payi raat bhar, subhe mummy ush ajnabi dost ko phone ki and wo log kuch arrange kiye doctor jene ke liye. Subhe jab jagi toh dekha wo dost samne khae hoke bol rahe hain “bukhar ke sath dosti maat kijiye” mazak ke mood men the sayad. Bada help kiye the. Abhi wo ajnabi dost sirf dost ban gaye the. Jo mummy har time kahin jane se pehele muhje bolti thi, kisi ajnabi se baat maat karna, wo khud ish train ki humsaf ki tareef karne lagi thi. Sach hi toh hai, aaj kal apno se umeed nehi ka sakte, wo toh anjabi hoke bhi bahot sath diye musibaat ke time.

Jaise Samander men leher ate jate hain
Zindegi men bahot sare logon ate jate hain
Kuch ajnabi banke rehe jate hain
Kuch humsafar dost ke naam se rehe jate hain

Friday, May 18, 2012

Ek Pyari Si Dushman



Ek Pyari Si Dushman


(The image is a digital art done by me)

Zindegi men kaun kab kahan mil jate hain pata nahi chalta. Hum log sochte hain- yeh kyun hua, agar esa hota to kitna achha hota, mene toh yeh socha nahi tha. Par jo bhi hota hai sab sahi samay pe hota hai, jaise koi kahani pehele se likhi gayi ho bash hum ush script pe act karna baki ho. Hum hamesha jo galat hua hai hamare wahi sochte hain , par zindegi hame kya deke chala jata hai usha pata nehi chalta. Jaise koi hawa ka jhoka apni ballon ko choon ke chala gaya ho, jaise hame koi hawa galo ko chuke chala gaya ho. Uska ehesash hawa chale jane ke baad hota hai. 
Muhje abhi bhi yaad hai, jab men ro ro ke apni halat kharap kar di thi aur meri ek dost ‘Khuku’ ko bol rahi thi...”mene toh IAS banne ke liye sochi thi, par yahan  IIT men PhD kar rahi hoon. Men job hi sochti hoon wo hota nehi. ”  tab khuku muhje samjhayi, dekh tu agar yahan nehi ati toh men tuhje kaise milti. Yeh sunke men lawan pe muskurahat turant agaya. Sach hi toh bol rahi thi wo. Yahan ake men eek achha dost payi , aur ek achha dost pana kismet ki hi baat hoti hai. Umar guzar jata hai, hum school se collge, collge se university, ushke baad shaadi bache, budhe baan jate hain...par ek acha aur sacha dost mil nehi pate. Par mere kismet ne muhje Dost ke naam pe khuku ko toofe men diya, yeh kya koi degree ke kaam hai.
Hum log zindegi kaat lete hain caeer ke peeche bhagte bhagte, jab apna paon thak jata hai, hum ruk jate hai, aur peeche mudke dekhte hain ke hum itne aage nikal gay eke humare sath koi nehi . Koi nehi jo hamare thake huye paayon ka taakleef apni baton se kaam kar de, koi nehi apne peeth pe hath rakhke bole tu abhi sash le le. Ek dost hi toh hota hai jo zindegi bhar apna sath deta hai. Ek dost hi toh hota hai jiske sath hum apni dil ki baat bina dare, bina hichkichaye bol sakte hai. Ek dost hi toh hote hai, jo tumhare aasoon ko dekh ke khud ro padta hai, chale wo jitna bhi strong ho ander se. Ek dost hi hota hai , jise yeh lagta hai ke ushke hote huye bhi hum takleef men hai, aur wo kuch nehi kar parahi hai. Akir yeh dost ki anmool rista hai wo bade bade degree se bhi bada hai. Kyun k eek sacha dost, chale tumhare pass degree ho na ho, tumhare sath reheat hai. Wo dosti paiso se nehi nap tol nehi karte, jot toh kitna pyar de sakte hain baho sochte hain.
Muhje thik se yaad nehi kab ushe pehli baar mili thi. Mene ushke sath kon sa baat kiya tha. Wo pehela aksar kya tha. Aur yeh bhi yaad nehi kab se mene usko itna samman kab se diya. Logon ko pehechan toh jati hoon, par mahine lag jate hain.Jisko bhi kabhi peheli mulakat men bhagban ka darja deti hoon, wo sabse jada dukh dete hain, jiko kabhi rista rakhna nehi chahati, wo kab dil men bash jate hain pata nehi chalta. Kabhi kabhi yehi baat soch ke khud mann mann men hash leti hoon. Aur kabhi kabhi doston ko bhi bolti hoon.toh wo log mazak karke turant puchte hain, “hame peheli nazaar men kya sochi thi?” yeh bhi sunk eek muskurahat de deti hoon.
Han ek cheez yaad hai. Gori se, patli si, lambhi kaad bali ek ladki mere room B-401 ke samne khadi thi, knock karke . Hash hash ek ladki mere room men ake HAPPY BIRTHDAY boli hi. Hath men card tha. Muhje deke smile kar ke boli, muhje pehele se pata nehi that oh khud yeh card banake layi.  Ush ladki ko men thik se bhi janti nehi thi. Bash yeh cheez janti thi ke wo hostel men reheti hai. Ush ladki ko pata bhi nehi hoga wo card mere liye ush time kitna mayine rakhta tha. Ghar se door peheli baar hostel men rehene ko ayi thi. Ghar ki bada yaad aaraha tha. Yahan kiisise thi se wo apna paan nehi milraha tha. Jaise koi pyase ko pura samander milgaya. Wo ladki aur koi nehi khuku thi. Jo  abhi mere dil men ghar basa li hai.
Hum log ek galti hamesha karte hain, logon ko unke chehere se pehechane ki kosish karte hain. Yeh kosish hamesha nakamiyam lagta hai. Sayad hum logon ka Ego andar reheta hai , jo insaan ko thik se pehechan ke liye diwar banke rehta hai. Mene bhi wahi galti ki thi. Ushe pehele ek rough and tough ladki soch rahi thi , jo bash apne hi baat bolti hai. Sayad men khud bahi thi. Par dheere dheere jab men ushe jane lagi, phechne lagi sochi ki men kitna galat thi. Bahot sare incidents huye jise pata chala wo bahar se jitna tough hai, andar se utna acha, ushe bhi jada kind hearted hai. Sayad wo kisi ek insaan ko apna nehi manti ishliye wo itna achi hai. Matlab wo sabko apna mati hai. Ek baar dekhi koi ek hostel ladki bimaar padi hai, hospital men hai, wo chal padi ushe dekhne ke liye. Wo ushe janti bhi nehi thi. Ishse pata chala wo dusro ke baremen kitna sochti hai. Ek baar wo pagli ladki apni best friend ki shaadi men nehi gayi, kyun ke mera tabiyat khrap tha aur men ro rahi thi. Ush pagli ko pata bhi nehi hoga itna pyar pake mera tabiyat adha thik hogaya. Ek baar esa hua bahot jaan milke mere against men bol rahe the, men jo suggest kar rahi thi sun bhi nehi rahe the, par wo meri sath di. Ush pagli ki Logical reasoning power jada hi achha hai. Koi bhi topic ho aram se samjha deti hai. Jo log meri suggestion sun nehi rahe the, unko wo samjhai and finally wo kaam men hum log jab successful huye, tab wahi log meri baat samjhe. Wo thi mere sath.
Zindegi baar baar hame takleef dene ki kosish ki. Har baar hame kamzoor karne ki kosish ki. Hum toh toot bhi jate par wo thi hamare sath. Wo dost khuku. Hamesha ish tute huye dil ko maram lagan eke liye. Jitne baar girne bale the, utni baar wo hame bade narrok se sambhli. Ek dost hi toh hote hain jo paanch che ghanta bethke hamari kahani sunti hahi. Kab sham se raat ho jata hai pata nehi chalta. Ek dost hi toh hote hai, jo bina bole hi samaj jati hai. Ek dost hi toh hai, jo kabhi bhi yeh ehesash nehi dilate ki hamne koi galti ki hai, par han galti ho toh ushe sudhar ne ki kosish karti hai. Ek dost hi toh hai, jisse bina sarmaye kuch bhi bol sakte hain. Ek dost hi toh hai, jo duyao men apki khusi mangi hai, bhale hi bhagban se ushe nata na ho. Ek dost hi toh hai, jo apka gussa bhi pyar se apna ta hai. Sach hi toh keheti thi, agar men nehi ati yahan, kahan wo milti. Kahan muhje pata chalta zindegi kya hai. Wo hi toh sahi myine men zindegi ki har pehelu dikhayi. Wo hi toh muhje sahi aur galat ki pehechan karwai. Ristoh ki ehemiyat toh muhje maloom tha,par ushe nibhana toh hi sikhai. Raste bhale hi kitni katheen ho, ushpar kese chale ja sakte hain wo hi toh dikhayi. Khud ko pehechanki wo nazaar ushi ne toh dilaya hai.

Sayad khuda ki den hai wo
Ish dil ki jaan jahan hai wo
Pata nahi men uski dosti ki kabil hoon ya nahi
Par yeh sach hai, ish zindegiki sabse pyara meheman hai wo

Yeh hai meri pyari si dost ki kahani. Meri khuku ki kahani. Jo pyar toh karti hai, jatati nehi. Jo hasti toh kaam hai, par hasati bahot hai. Jo dost toh hai, par dushman ki tarah pyar se khichai karne men baaz nehi ati. Jo milti toh kaam bar hai, par kya kya meri zindegi men hoti hai, sab khabar rehti hai. Jo Ushe kisi ki nazaar na lage ish liye ushka naam DUSHMAN rathi hoon. Ek pyara sa dushman.

Friday, May 11, 2012

Mother Day Special




Mother Day Special


There is no special word like “mother” that my lip can speak,
There is no heart like yours that can shower true love for me,
There is no bed like you lap where I can sleep without worries,
There is no place like your womb where I stayed so safe.

Oh my dear Mother, I am showered under your affection. You gave me happiness forgetting your pain.  My whole life is dedicated to you. Being born from your womb and your heart, my happiness and sorrow are never hidden from you. I wish I could be a mother like you. I know it’s your love, your prayer and your blessings that have always protected me whenever I have faced any problem in my life. Some magic had made me overcome all the hurdles, all the worries, all the problems in life. You remained awake during my examinations; you taught me so many things. While I was a child, sometimes you showed your love through care sometimes through scolding. Sometime I never understood that your scoldings were also a part of your love to make me a better human. I am grown up now, but still you consider me your adorable sweet heart and love me like I am kid. You fulfilled all my wishes, my desires, my needs. Some of them I have asked you to do, some of them you understood I need them even if I didn’t ask for it.  You have been a guide during my student life, critic during college days, and mentor during the whole life. Now you have turned a good friend of mine. I can share anything with you. But again I feel you have also become a child like me. I cannot imagine a life without you. I cannot see you suffer. I want to see you in good health and want to see you in peace and happiness. Never cry for me, I am fine and will be fine since you are with me. Just be with me till my last breathe or else I would be so helpless.  You are so special in my life. You are most special to my heart.

Love you a lot my sweet heart mummy, moma, mima, mom, mother India, mami, mama.

N.M.Leepsa
8th May 2012



About Leepsa...writer by chance but write by choice

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Chandler, Arizona, India
N. M. Leepsa is a young writer, teacher researcher, painter. She was born in 1985 in Bhubaneswar, India’s eastern state of Odisha. Her parents Nabaghan Jena(Father ) and Madhabika Jena(Mother) raised her with utmost care to give her higher education and support her achieve whatever academic credentials. She did her schooling at the Children’s Centre of Integral Education, Bhubaneswar, Odisha. She attended Ramadevi Women’s College (B.Com), Utkal University (M.Com);Ravenshaw University (M.Phil) for her college studies. After this, she was inspired to pursue her PhD from Vinod Gupta School of Management, Indian Institute of Technology Kharagpur. Completing her studies, she joined as faculty of finance in LMT School of Management, Thapar University, Patiala, Punjab and then worked at School of Management, National Institute of Technology, Rourkela, Odisha. She is currently pursuing her professional courses at Grand Canyon University, USA. She can be reached at • Email: leepsa.writer@gmail.com, • Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/Leepsa.writer • Blog: http://nmleepsa.blogspot.com/.

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