What did they teach the WORLD..?

SPECIAL CHILDREN
Eight Children were standing on the track to participate in a running event.

* Ready! * Steady! * Bang !!!

With the sound of Toy pistol,

All eight girls started running.

Hardly had they covered ten to fifteen steps,

when one of the smaller girls slipped and fell down,

Due to bruises and pain she started crying.

When the other seven girls heard the little girl cry they stopped running, stood for a while and turned back.

Seeing the girl on the track they all ran to help.

One among them bent down, picked her up and kissed her gently

And enquired as to how she was..

They then lifted the fallen girl pacifying her.

Two of them held her firmly while all seven joined hands together and walked together towards the winning post........ ..

There was pin drop silence at the spectator's stand.

Slow claps multiplied to thousands as the spectators stood up in appreciation.

Many eyes were filled with tears


All these special girls had come to participate in this event

They were spastic children and Mentally Challenged.

What did they teach the WORLD..?


This happened during the sport event conducted by National Institute of Mental Health at Hyderabad.

तुम्हारी बस्ती में

उम्र कम होती जाती है, आकर तुम्हारी बस्ती में,
चेहरे की चमक बढ़ती जाती है, आकर तुम्हारी बस्ती में.

होगी कभी मुलाकात जरूर, आकर तुम्हारी बस्ती मे,
यादगार होगी हर बात, आकर तुम्हारी बस्ती मे.

उम्मीद से बेहतर रही मुलाकात तुम्हारी बस्ती मे,
समझे बहुत से ज़ज्बात आकर तुम्हारी बस्ती में.

अब तक है मिठास बाकी उस रसगुल्ले की
जो खाया था हमने आकर तुम्हारी बस्ती में.

गंगा घाट की धूल, महकी जैसे फूल,
नहीं पाएँगे भूल जो हुआ तुम्हारी बस्ती में.

वो खुदा हो चले

ज़िंदगी भर तलाशता रहा ज़िंदगी को मैं
अब मिली ज़िंदगी, जब ज़िंदगी से जुदा हो चले.

जब भी मिले वो हमें, हमने सलाम किया
और वो कहते हैं की हम बेहूदा हो चले.

चाहते थे हम उन्हे, खुद सा समझ कर
हमें क्या पता था, वो खुदा हो चले.

धन्यवाद एवं आभार!!!!!!

अपनी सालगिरह पर, अपनी उम्र से लगभग दोगुनी संख्या मे बधाई संदेश पाकर अत्यंत भावविभोर हूँ.

आप सभी मित्रों का धन्यवाद!!!!!!!!
और हाँ फेसबुक का भी धन्यवाद और आभार क्योंकि बिना फेस बुक के इतने मित्रों का होना संभव ना था.

पुनः आप सभी को धन्यवाद एवं आभार!!!!!!!

"हो रहा भारत निर्माण"

NOW A DAYS THERE IS AN ADVT. ON TV WHICH PRAISE GOVT BY SAYING : "हो रहा भारत निर्माण".
BUT I FEEL, A COMMON MAN TAKES IT LIKE THIS.....

हो रहा भारत निर्माण,"हो रहा भारत निर्माण

झूठे सारे वादे, झूठी सारे बातें,
भारत की जनता से खिलवाड़.

हो रहा भारत निर्माण,"हो रहा भारत निर्माण


सड़कों पर है पानी भरा,
घंटों लगा रहता है जाम.

हो रहा भारत निर्माण,"हो रहा भारत निर्माण


गोदामों में सदता अनाज,
भूख से जनता देती प्राण.

हो रहा भारत निर्माण,"हो रहा भारत निर्माण


खेलों में अरबों का खर्चा,
होती नहीं रोटी की चर्चा.

हो रहा भारत निर्माण,"हो रहा भारत निर्माण


घपले ,घोटाले, भ्रष्टाचार,
जनता करती है हाहाकार.

हो रहा भारत निर्माण,"हो रहा भारत निर्माण

SHAILESH SHUKLA

चाँद पर टिकी है नज़र

चाँद पर टिकी है नज़र, चाँद पर टिकी है नज़र,
हुँ दुनिया से मैं बेख़बर, चाँद पर टिकी है नज़र.

गुम-सुम सा मैं रहता हुँ,
चुप-चुप सा कुछ कहता हूँ
है न होश और न खबर.....

चाँद पर टिकी है नज़र, चाँद पर टिकी है नज़र,
हुँ दुनिया से मैं बेख़बर, चाँद पर टिकी है नज़र.

SHAILESH SHUKLA

MY DEAR FRIEND

TODAY, I REMEMBERED YOU A LOT
NOT BECAUSE IT WAS A FRIENDSHIP DAY
BUT BECAUSE I KEEP FEELING
THAT YOU VERY FAR AWAY

I PASSED THROUGH THE WAY WHERE WE USED TO MEET
THE RESTAURANT WHERE WE USED TO HAVE DINNER
THE RED CHILLIES NEVER TASTED BITTER
THE LACK OF THEM IS INDEET NOT SWEETER

I WENT TO THE ROOM WHERE,
YOUR BELONGINGS ARE STILL THERE
SO NICE OF YOU
THAT YOU LEFT SO MUCH THERE
SO THAT WE CAN FEEL
YOU ARE STILL HERE

I CRAVE FOR THE DINNER WITH YOU
I CRAVE FOR THE TIME SPEND WITH YOU
I CRAVE FOR ALL THOSE MOMENTS
WHICH WE SPENT TOGETHER.

SHAILESH SHUKLA

FRIENDSHIP DAY

FRIENDSHIP DAY HAS JUST PASSED
PEOPLE SHARED MESSAGES
GIFTED THEIR FRIENDS
WENT OUT TOGETHER
SPENT THE QUALITY TIME
WITH ONE ANOTHER
WISHED ONE ANOTHER
BECAME HAPPY TO SEE THE MESSAGES
PLEASED TO GET THE GIFTS
ENJOYED THE OUTINGS
HAD TALKS WITH THOSE
WHO ARE FAR AWAY

WHY DO WE DO ALL THIS...
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ONLY ONCE IN THE YEAR????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Hundreds Fast against Caste Census

New Delhi – July 19,2010 : The demand to exclude caste enumeration from the “Census of 2011” was supported unanimously by hundreds of fasting youngmen and several dignitaries at 13 – Barakhamba Road New Delhi on Sunday under the leadership of Dr. Ved Pratap Vaidik.

People in large numbers representing intellectuals, academics, students, lawyers, lecturers, artists, journalists, columnists, civil society gathered at the venue of the One Day Fast.

Dr Ved Pratap Vaidik, the National Convener of the Movement, stated that the inclusion of caste in Census is the most unscientific way of eliminating poverty from India. It will harm the backward classes the most. It will create an unbridgeable cleavage between various castes in India. It would lead to vote bank politics and poison theminds of our youth.

Former Ambassador Shri J.C. Sharma, Former Cabinet Minister Arif M. Khan, the leader of Poor Christians R. L. Francis, social activist Alaka Madhok, Sh. Viresh Pratap Chaudhary, President of the All India Arya youth Samaj, Mr. Anil Arya, Supreme Court lawyer J.C. Batra, Prof. S. C. Sharma and other representatives of several organizations also observed the fast in solidarity with the movement. They addressed the large gathering totally disapproving the inclusion of Caste in the Census.

Dr. Vaidik announced that a Peoples March will be organized during the Parliament session on 27th July 2010 at 10 PM from 13 Barakhamba Road, New Delhi appealing to the Government and the political parties to give up the proposal to include caste in the census 2011.

SHAILESH SHUKLA

Role of writer's organizations in the present day of India.

Dear Friends/Fellow writers,

In the silver jubilee programme of Indian Society of Authors (INSA), writers from across the nation, put their in-depth thoughts on the role of writer's association in contemporary India.


Some emphasized to fight for the writers and some on motivating budding writers.

The important facts pointed out just in the beginning were:

" Do the Writer's organization exist only for the sake of existence?"

"Do they really do something meaningful?"

Then some thoughtful points were put among the audience like:
-First we should introspect and find out where do we lack?
-Senior authors must communicate with the juniors.
-There must be freedom and opportunity for every body to contribute with their creation.
-Writer's welfare must be the primary responsibility of Author's Organizations.

Reaching to young writers was the point, raised by many speakers.

"ITS BETTER TO TRY AND FALL
RATHER THAN TRYING NOT"

The programme was presided by the president of INSA Mr. Dinesh Mishra and there were more than forty writers who spoke on the occasion.

The last session of the day was the recitation of creative pieces by the authors of INSA.

Regards,
Pradeep Sharma & Shailesh Shukla
+91 9891867642 & 09312053330

A COMMON MAN

A common man
with all those
common drawbacks
which a common man
can have.

I am an honest person,
but lie sometimes.

I am kind and gentle,
but rude sometime.

I am liked and loved,
but may be hated sometime.

I am respected and cared
but ignored sometime.

SHAILESH SHUKLA

कभी कभी मेरे दिल में

कभी कभी मेरे दिल में ख्याल आता है और आकर न जाने किधर को जाता है चाहे कितना भी खोजो फिर मिल नहीं पाता है.

"SLUM'S SOCIAL WORKER"

"SLUM'S SOCIAL WORKER"

They come again and again
In the sun and in the rain

They come to our homes
They come to our streets
They give us toffees, gums
Chocolates and sweets.

They talk to our parents
About health and education
But our parents are in hurry
To go to pull rickshaw
To drive the cars of others
And to wash the dishes
In the kitchen of others
Our own kitchen remains
Dirty and empty


They come again and again
In the sun and in the rain
Having a bag, some files and papers
Some printed and some blank
Always they talk to someone or other
They sit anywhere, do not seem to bother.

Sometimes they also come with a doctor
He tells to be clean & tidy for health matter.

They come now, they come then
They say this, they say that
They ask us to go to them
To learn the lessons they have
Designed for us who live in slums
For those who have not seen school.

They give us food
They give us toys
They give us books
They give us joys
They play with us
They laugh with us

In the beginning they came by bus
In Kurta, Pajama and sleepers in feet
Looking angrily at shinning sun in the sky
But now they come in their long AC cars
Wearing coat-Pant and a shinning tie.

SHAILESH SHUKLA

"GRANDMOTHER"

“Grandmother”

The phone rang very late in the night,
She is ill, said the voice at that side.
Ill, so seriously, Doctors were defeated
With all their might, they’d treated.
Nothing could be done, they’d said
Away, was her son (he is my dad)

We were busy in making some cash
Idea of taking break sounded as a clash

We’d to choose between money & granny
Money was near and very far had gone granny.
Both kept fighting in out money conscious mind
In the light of money we were absolutely blind.

Granny was dead and money was there with all its might
We could see only money, granny was out of sight.

Between the money and the granny
We preferred the money and left granny

No one went there to attend her last rituals
As we were professionals not the spirituals.

SHAILESH SHUKLA