Learning is always better than dreaming.

There are many examples in history that show that our actions cause our destruction. I never understand why Ravana ignored the signal for his obliteration that he did sense when he fought against Bali and Sahashraarjuna. As soon as he realized he could not defeat Bali and Sahashraarjuna, he made a political agreement of no encroachment in their internal matter. It is not that he did not recognize his mistake against Ram, however; there was no time to do such agreement as he had already lost his everything. That is the stage where life has no meaning compare to death.

The same thing happened during 2009 and recently during the election for the Delhi assembly. People are realizing their mistake when there is no time to do anything except crying. The problem is because some people still think there is hope. Mahabharta happened because Dhritrashtra had a hope from Dhuryodhana, Dhuryodhana had a hope from Karna, Karna had a hope that one day he would defeat Arjuna and so on. Ravna had a hope of marrying Sita. People in Delhi had a hope from the AAP for free water, electricity. However, they forget that hope is the root of all corruption. Learning is always better than hoping or dreaming for something. People who show the path of dream are like Shukracharya.


बजने लगे हैं नागाड़े,
छाने लगीं हैं फिर बहारें,
आवों मिला कर हाँथों-से-हाँथ,
लिख दें हम-तुम,
आसमां पे अपने इरादें, परमीत

हाले – दिल

जिंदगी जितनी भी दर्दनाक हो,
जवानी मुरझाने नहीं देती.
खुशिया बरसो बाद मिले,
तो वो बांटी नहीं जाती.
बहुत इंतज़ार के बाद जब,
कोई मिल जाए अपना.
तो हाले – दिल परमीत,
आोठों से बयां नहीं होती.


महान-महान लोगों ने अपनी कलम से माता-पिता के सन्दर्भ में लिखा है. मैं सिर्फ इतना ही कह सकता हूँ कि जब मैं किसी को रगड़ देता हूँ तो मुझे मेरी माँ कि याद आती है, और जब मैं किसी को रगड़ने के लिए तैयार होता होता हूँ तो पापा कि याद आती है. जैसे भगवान् हनुमान जी ने कहा हैं कि भगवान् श्री राम के नाम कि महता स्वयं भगवान् श्री राम से भी ज्यादा है. ठीक उसी तरह माँ के दूध कि महता माँ से भी ज्यादा है. अंत में एक कविता जो बचपन में पापा सुनाते थे:
सोलह भैंस के चौंसठ चभाका,
सवा सेर घी खाईं रे,
कहाँ बारन तहार बाघ मामा,
एक ताकड़ लड़ जाईं रे.
नए खून का नया हूँ मैं बांका,
नई मेरी अंगराई रे,
कहाँ बारन तहार, बाघ मामा,
एक ताकड़ लड़ जाईं रे, परमीत.

१४ फ़रवरी

एक बेलन चली,
लखनऊ से,
में गिरी,
वो दिन,
था १४,
१४ फ़रवरी.
चोट लगी,
माथे पे,
दिल में,
दर्द उठी,
वो दिन,
था १४,
१४ फ़रवरी, परमीत

लुटेरा बन जा दिल

आवारा बन जा दिल,
नकारा बन जा दिल,
हर इल्जाम ले ले तू,
हंस-हंस के सीने पे.
पर अपने माँ का,
दुलारा बन के दिल,
दुलारा बन के दिल.
टूट रहे हैं ख्वाब,
हर एक पल में,
टूट जाने दे उन्हें.
छूट रहे है साथ,
हर एक का जीवन में,
छूट जाने दे उन्हें.
लुटेरा बन जा दिल,
बंजारा बन जा दिल,
हर पाप तू कर ले,
इन हाथों से अपने.
पर अपने माँ का,
सहारा बन के दिल,
दुलारा बन के दिल, परमीत.

Menka, Amrapaali and Arvind Kejriwaal: Trimurti of Personal Goal.

There is a similarity between the story of Vishamitra-Menka and the story of Amrapaali-Azadshatru. Menka left her husband and child. She cried and complained about her duty. Similarly, Amrapali always complained against the society but she refused to go with Azadshatru, when there was a chance. The moral of the story is not that women were suppressed during that time, but it is that both refused to do so just to achieve same personal goal. Therefore, they used others to fulfill their dream or ambition. In that process they harmed the good people and supported the bad people.

Arvind Kejriwaal is playing a role of modern-day Amrapaali. Like her, he always complains against everyone but he refused to change the system, when there was an opportunity for him. So on based of these two stories, I can tell that people associated with him will suffer and they will not get anything at the end. He is going to fulfill just his agenda. Such people cannot see anything except their personal goal. Menka wanted to get the position what Rambha had, Amrapaali wanted to be the most beautiful and powerful women at that time, and Kejriwaal wants to ………

The bottom line is that ambitious people never work for welfare of the society. They do that just to get the power.

Y chromosome: The price you pay when you do not buy.

The current issue of the Science publishes three papers (http://www.sciencemag.org/content/343/6170/536.abstract; http://www.sciencemag.org/content/343/6170/541.abstract;


) that discuss the exposure of the opposite sex on life span or aging. In C. elegans, not only the copulation but also the exposure of hermaphrodites to medium in which males were once present can induce shortening of the life span of hermaphrodites. The same observation was made independently in Drosophila in which female-produced pheromones have negative effect on longevity of males.

It looks interesting to me because C. elegans has no Y chromosome whereas Drosophila has. Both organisms balanced the expression of sex chromosome linked genes by the dosage compensation mechanism. In C. elegans, the rate of transcription is down regulated from both X chromosomes in hermaphrodites. In male Drosophila, the rate of transcription increases by two folds for the X chromosome. This is needed because there are no or few active genes on the Y chromosome due to degeneration. This makes us to think that one day we will be with out the Y chromosome like C. elegans.  However, these recently published papers forced me to think a putative link between the Y chromosome and longevity. It might be that the presence of the Y chromosome makes female more selective for masculine characters. Killing of males with the Y chromosome allows female to restrict the male-defining genes in a small group that are selected to mate in next generation. Similarly, in the absence of the Y chromosome, killing of hermaphrodite allows to restrict the superior female genes in a small group that will be selected for contributing to next generation. In the absence of the Y chromosome, even the environment becomes a killer.


रात बड़ी काली है,
साथ घरवाली है,
आँखे लड़ाऊँ,
या चुपचाप सो जाऊं मैं.
पानी बरस रहा है,
छम-छम करके,
बिजली भी चमकती है,
रह-रह के,
छनका दूँ मैं इनके
पायल पावों में,
या चुपचाप सो जाऊं मैं.
आज ही आयीं हैं,
अपने मायके से,
नयी साड़ी में,
सज-धज के,
लोरी सुनाऊँ आज,
प्यार के साड़ी रात,
या चुपचाप सो जाऊं मैं, परमीत