The hotcrassa ia about me, my poems, my views, my thinking and my dreams.
The heart goes high
With your smile
You are the beauty
I have been dreaming
Throughout the life.
I feel to live with you
If you can hold me tight.
I love all your curves
And आँखों की तेरी चतुराई
I am from Chhapra
Want to settle in Shanghai
Let’s play one day again
Asa husband and a wife.
I feel to live with you
If you can hold me tight.
Parmit Singh Dhurandhar
Last Saturday, I was invited to an Indian house party. Thought to write down to explain that we, PhD holders, refuse to change despite of our involvement in the Swatchh Bharat. My Chinese friend and I were welcomed at the reception by a sentence: “I am single and ready to mingle.” This was a family party with children and only two friends joined without their partners. My friend was requested by the gentleman H to call his female colleague. His expectation was that his Chinese colleague would join the party to meet another Chinese lady. My friend left a message as there was no response from the other side. As a smart guy H is, he quickly responded that she might be sleeping as Chinese women sleep at 7 PM and it was 9 PM. H showed his depth of knowledge about Chinese women. When I came to know this, I told H and others that it was wrong. After some time, I looked for my friend. She was talking with H and S outside of the party room as H wanted to have a cigarette. I also joined.
Four of us were having discussion when H mentioned he worked for Pfizer. My friend asked more about Pfizer. Single and ready to mingle famed colleague told that Pfizer makes Viagra. This was a clear message to the world/China that we are from the land of Kamasutra. Now S left and we came inside where ST joined us. I was standing at the door and facing ST, my friend was right side of me and H was left side of me. H shared his chocolate with us and then, instead of taking the shortest path to the door, H took a curvaceous path that was encircling us. In that way, he tried to grab the lower back of my friend while passing through the door. My friend immediately caught my upper right arms and asked, “Is he your friend?” I gave a expression that I did not understand. She said, “He is the male version of a bitch.” Next, she told me what happened. She wanted me to confront him. I told her that I had only two options in such case: 1. a physical fight, 2. call a police. I explained her that he would deny and rest of people would tell it was unintentionally. My preference was the second choice but again we gave up the idea as organizer might have not liked that. So we stayed there for a while and left immediately.
Today, in a discussion, few party friends told me that it was my mistake and I should have confronted/warned/slapped him. I accepted my mistake and realized PhD can not make us a better human being despite of our daily discussion on how to stop rapes.
Parmit Singh Dhurandhar
We can make powerful computers
We can go to the moon and the Jupiter
But we are lacking kindness
And the appreciation for our mother nature.
Parmit Singh Dhurandhar
I love two words
Difference and different
It’s like husband and wife
I never understand how different the other guy was
That my GF chose him for her life.
I hate two words
Love and pain
It’s like husband and wife
you invite one and partner also joins.
I worship two words
Mom and dad
It’s again like husband and wife
they keep fighting by saying “he is my son”
“he is my son”
I don’t understand why
As I have no quality and good sign.
I am always confused with two words
Husband and wife
You talk with one to know him/her in a better way
And you get all stories about the partner
In the end, you listen a sentance “It was the biggest mistake of life”.
Parmit Singh Dhurandhar
जिसे खेत में लूट कर तुम नबाब बन गए
उससे पूछा क्या कभी?
उसकी आँखों में क्या दर्द दे गए?
एक चिड़िया
जिसने अभी सीखा नहीं था दाना चुगना
तुम दाने के बहाने जाल डालके
उसका आसमान ले गए.
कई रातों तक देखती थी जो ख्वाब
घोनषलॉन से निकल कर एक उड़ान भरने का
उसके पंखों को बाँध कर
तुम उसका वो सारा ख्वाब ले गए.
परमीत सिंह धुरंधर
तू भी है
राणा का बंसज
फेंक जहाँ तक
भाला जाए.
जीत – हार तो
श्रीकृष्ण के हाथ है
कब तक जीवन यूँ जीया जाए?
अश्वों को थाम के
उतर जा कुरुक्षेत्र में
कब तक भोग -विलास में
समय बिताया जाए?
माना की तेरे नसीब में
यौवन का सुख नहीं
तू ही बता फिर धरती पे
किसे महाराणा बुलाया जाए?
गर नहीं विश्वास
तुझे ही लहू का
तो फिर कितना तुम्हे?
इतिहास पढ़ाया जाए.
सब हैं अमृत के प्यासे
किसकी प्यास गरल से बुझाई जाए?
प्रचंड-प्रबल वेग से गंगा
आतुर है सृष्टि को मिटाने को
काल को जो बाँध ले
उस महाकाल को क्यों न पुकारा जाए?
जीवन उसी का सार्थक है जग में
युगो -युगो तक जिसका नाम गाया जाए.
परमीत सिंह धुरंधर
First two lines (तू भी है राणा का बंसज. फेंक जहाँ तक भाला जाए. ) were written by Dr. Kumar Vishwas.
दौलत की चमक किसे नहीं भाती?
ये शहर है दोस्तों, यहाँ रोशनी नहीं आती.
रिश्तों की राहें तो बहुत हैं यहाँ
मगर कोई राह दिल तक नहीं जाती।
परमीत सिंह धुरंधर
