If you do it right, once is enough

“You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.”  ― Mae West
Isn't it ? thoughts, words, feelings, decision & people the all surrounds us in a time period & we always in search of happiness lost to understand it.
Once i did Bio and wanna be a doctor. i wasn't. Then somebody met me in a train and had a bomb Idea, which changed my life. till that time I was no one. but after that i was someone. But now again I am No One.
Just like Chetan Bhagat's Five point someone, I was on the way of Delhi for a medical entrance exam. In passenger's list i was searching the name of people around me during the journey. for last seven years it was my good luck but for now it was my bad luck. I met a journo in front of my Berth. he was the first one who successfully scanned me and suggested me to become a journalist. when it comes to me i found myself very worth full, and so, i started dreaming my old BBC days.
Journey Begins
but my family wasn't sure that i should opt this. my father had few journo friends and they were (and still they are ) writing the truth for few bucks. I told him i m not that kind of person. I have my social values and respect so i'll never do this. but he wanted me to opt any government job and so, he suggested me to be a part of Banaras Hindu University ( where i was selected ) for my graduation course. i struggled too much for a world of fame, for taking a responsibility to change the look of nation and i decided to quit home.
I did this, and came back to Patna. and filled the form of Amity University, Raipur Campus. i was single son of my parents. so, I knew at some point they had to loose. and finally amity called me for an interview.
Raipur Days
I was n still I am poor in English, and first time i knew the power of it. but i won and interviewed in Hindi and enrolled for Mass Communication Course. i did it with lots of struggle. in terms of language, personality, money, government and relations. But for certain government policy i had to switch myself lucknow with bunch of my friends.
Lucknow Days
Lucknow changed my life. Madiha Hasan, Shinjini Singh, Harshita Talwar, Harsh Singh, Ashish Dixit and the most talented buddy Hem taught me at every point of mistake. they care me, they loved me and they made me, what I am today. Ashish tiwari, Stuti Bagrecha, Namrata srivastva, Monalika Ray, Nupur Gupta & Shriya sengupta few were more who loved me as i am. and support me all the time. But few people like Anita Gautam, Ashish Khare, Ritu Sen & Minisha Singh was the mentor who developed me as i was. in true meanings lko days made me Mad and still it continued.
Post Journalism and pre-communication Days
Mumbai to pune, pune to mumbai, mumbai to delhi, delhi to mumbai and finally mumbai to delhi.... Cinema my new buddy was at my head. I forget my past and started dreaming a prem called Director Prem. during these day i met with real world. pain, hunger, defeat, silence, loneliness and list goes on n on.......
Delhi could be a better start but unfortunately it couldn't. anyway I got Chhoti back in my life and Phillips and Hathi were in the package. thank God they still are with me.
But it wasn't beautiful. Optimism is good all the time but at the end result matters.
Signing out
Take care. 

सफ़र बस यंही तक, चलो कुछ और करते हैं

सफ़र बस यंही तक, चलो कुछ और करते हैं..
यंहा सब हंस रहे हैं, हम कुछ और करते हैं...

जंहा गमगिनियाँ हों, जंहा ना कोई हँस रहा हो..
जंहा तनहाइयाँ हों, जंहा खामोशियाँ हों...
जंहा बस आशिकी हो, जंहा बस दोस्ती हो...
जंहा बेचैनियाँ हों, जंहा बस.................

ये पानी याद करके, ये रिश्तों को समझ के
कभी खामोश रहकर, कभी फिर मुस्कुरा के...
वो बातें याद करके ये बातें भूल कर के...
ये पानी याद करके, ये रिश्तों को समझ के...

चलो एक घर बनाये, जंहा कुछ और भी हो
जंहा जब कोई रोये, उसे मालूम ना हो,
जंहा जब कोई आये, तो ग़म को भूल जाये...

जंहा खामोशियाँ हो, जंहा थोड़ी ख़ुशी हो....
जंहा बस ज़िन्दगी हो....जंहा बस ज़िन्दगी हो..

Raghu Ki Gaali:- Very tasty......ROCK YOUNGISTAN.....

ROCK DUDE>>>RODIES>>>IPL>>>VOTE>>>> har jagah tu hi tu hai.....

youth ke is sucess se mujhe ye chand pankatiyan yaad aa gayi aap bhi padho.....plz...

शहर की इस दौड़ में दौड़ के करना क्या है?जब यही जीना है दोस्तों तो फ़िर मरना क्या है?
पहली बारिश में ट्रेन लेट होने की फ़िक्र हैभूल गये भीगते हुए टहलना क्या है?
सीरियल्स् के किर्दारों का सारा हाल है मालूमपर माँ का हाल पूछ्ने की फ़ुर्सत कहाँ है?
अब रेत पे नंगे पाँव टहलते क्यूं नहीं? 108 हैं चैनल् फ़िर दिल बहलते क्यूं नहीं?
इन्टरनैट से दुनिया के तो टच में हैं, लेकिन पडोस में कौन रहता है जानते तक नहीं.
मोबाइल, लैन्डलाइन सब की भरमार है, लेकिन जिग्ररी दोस्त तक पहुँचे ऐसे तार कहाँ हैं?
कब डूबते हुए सुरज को देखा त, याद है?कब जाना था शाम का गुज़रना क्या है?
तो दोस्तों शहर की इस दौड़ में दौड़् के करना क्या हैजब् यही जीना है तो फ़िर मरना क्या है?

ise padhane ke baad lagta hai ki gandhi, iqbal, tagore, madar teresa ki zameen par kya behatareen zindagi jee rahe hain wakai......sach hi kahate hain.....insaan se bada koi jaanwar nahi hota.... kya nahi kha rahe hain ham snakes reptiles, lion, dogs, pig, cow.....na jaane kya - kya....

Jab chhota tha toh maan sikhati thi BETA CHORI NAHI KARATE....... bada hua toh mammi kahati hai... BETA UNDERTABLE KITNA AA JAATA HAI....MAIN TUJHSE MAANG THODE HI RAHI HOON>>>BAS POOCHH RAHI HOON.......

janha ek beta apne mother ke galat hone pe ro raha hai.... kai mothers apne bachche ko bigadate dekh ro rahe hain..... kai bhai, apni bahan ki suraksha ko lekar raha hai.....

jaag jao bhai....Yaongistan jaag raha hai.....FM station nahi sunate kya....? jaag raha hai bharat....

subah se sham tak khud crime karo....pareshan raho...election ke samay fir se ye radio station, news channel aur Tata Tea wale jagaenge aapko.....Fir vote karna....sarkar aapko aaram se 4 saal tak sone ka mauka degi...

but 4 saal baad jaagna zaroor...Agar IPL aaya to okkkkkkkk nahi toh plz vote karna.....kya kiya jaye Rahul ne politics ka chehra badal diaya hai...

jio dolle solle banao.......samaj me izzazat rehani chahiye.....

ROCK >>>>YOUNIGSTAN>>>>ROCK>>>AFTER SOME DAYS YOU HAVE TO SLEEP>>>>SO ROCK>>>>RODIES FIR SE AAYEGA>>>UNKA BUISNESS KAM NAHI HONA CHCHIYE>>>>

>>>>>>>>RAGHU KI GAALI ZAROOR SUNANA.. ITS VERY TESTY>>>>>>>>>>>

Kya Bolna zaroori hai?

Kya Bolna zaroori hai?

mere dimag me ye sawal kyun aaya mujhe nahi pata par shayad mujhe iska pata hona zaroori tha...
so koi kyun bolta hai?
isliye ki wo apani abhivaykti ko zahir kar raha hai..ya isliye ki use apni baat auro ke bich rakhna hai ya isliye ki use bolna aata hai i mean wo gunga nahi hai ya aisa bhi ho sakta hai ki ki wo auro se alag hai aur ise shabdo ka roop dena chahta hai.. ye bhi ho sakta hai ki koi isliye bolta hai kyunki use samjh nahi hai par kyunki kuchh na kuchh bolna hai isliye bolta hai, ya fir isliye ki dil me chhupe dard ko bahar nikalata hai...kuchh log isliye bhi bolte hain kyunki use bolane ke liye paise milate hain...kuchh isliye bole pade hain kyunki unke andar himmat hai.... koi isliye kyunki unhe lagta hai unhone duniya dekhi hai aur wo galat ho hi nahi sakate...koi is baat se pareshan hokar bolta hai ki use kabhi bolane nahi diya gaya aaj agar mauka mila toh kyun nahi bhunaya jaay...koi is baat par chalu hai ki usane na jaane kitani kitaben chat daali hai...itani, shayad jitani kumbhkarn ne khana nahi khya hoga... ya fir isliye ki bolna unaki mazboori hai jaise ki students ke saath hota hai...wo manate hain ki unhe presentation me bolna na pade....
koi isliye bolta hai ki wo bolne se fayda nikal sake...
par main aapko ek raaz ki baat batata hoon...jo is bolane ki daur me haar jaate hain wo aksar ilzaam lagate hain tum zayada bolate ho ho sakta hai aap unme se ek ho...socho aap kaun ho.... par sochane se pehale ye jaan lo... ki arabo ki abadi ke is desh me 99.99% log bol nahi paate...wo baat jo unhe bolni chahiye...jo unka haq hai.... par uanhe bolna nahi aata unhe ek khali pili bahash me chillane me mazaa ata hai fir unko badnam karane me mazaa aata hai...
ho sakta hai main baised hoon kyunki main bahot bolta hoon... lekin main khush hoon...
par aap apne dil se poochho aap wo bol paate ho jo bolna chahate ho....itani himmat hai aapme ki dil ki har feeling ko shabdo ke chadar se dhakane ka...socho akhiri baar kab sach bola tha... akhiri baar kiski baat pe bharosha kiya tha... kab aisa laga ki tumhe apni soch ko aawaaz deni hai....
Bolna shayad zaroori nahi hai par mujhe zaroor batana Kya aap khush ho..? Chup rahkar...
Prem kumar Sagar

Frame of refrence

When I was in School, I heard a word Frame of Reference...believe me i was
very bad in science and mathematics... At that time..History and Hindi was
my fav. subject... I think i m good in hindi so, agar aap ise padh rahe ho
toh dictionary leke baith jao.....hahhahaha
anyway,
main ek gambhir mudde par baat kar raha tha...
jab maine frame of reference padha tha tab mujhe samjh me nahi aaya...mujhe
lagta hai ye baat 1999 ki hai tab main 11th me tha..
pichhala ek saal meri zindagi ka sabse bura waqt raha jab main bollywood me
kaam ke liye taras raha tha... mere saare dost saare rishtey mujhse door ja
rahe the...even main apne mom n dad se bhi door jane laga tha...
inhi dino main mumbai se apne dosto se milane Pune ja raha tha...Train pe
baitha tha ki bagal se ek maal gaadi....nikal rahi thi bilkul wahi disha me
yaani maalgaadi bhi pune ki aur ja rahi thi...
dono train ki speed kaafi tez thi par main us tezi me bhi us maalgaadi ke
ek ek parts ko dekh sakta tha...
kuchh der tak sabkuchh normal tha...sudden mere mann me ek khyal aaya...aur
reason tha ki main chahta tha ki meri problem ke baare me main sochu....
maine us train ke pahiyon me apni zindagi dekhi...

jabtak wo train mere train ke saath chali hum saath saath ek dusare ko

samjh rahe the....jaise hi meri train ne speed badhayi wo maal gaadi mujhse
door chali gayi...
mujhe laga shayad rishtey isi formule pe chalate hain...jab tak apno ki
speed ke saath chaloge aap khush rahoge aap logo ke log aapke saath
chalenge...
jitna hi unke viprit chaloge....chinje utani hi dhundhali ho jayengi...
us din mere physics teacher ki wo baat Frame of Reference samjh me aa rahi
thi......

Dosti mere liye jaise zindagi ki sabse badi khushi par...ummid jisne mujhe harbaar isase door kiya ....par kabhi kabhi lagta hai...shayad ye ummid zayada nahi hai.....ummid toh rishton ki aazadi hoti hai....kyunki haalaat insaan ko kabhi mazboor karta hi nahi insaan toh khud haar manta hai....

Pichhale 12 saal me....jo bhi paya khoya...aaj eksaath yaad karta hoon toh...garv hota hai.....khud par..par jab kabhi dosto ko yaad karta hoon....toh zindagi ki ek aisi kadavi sach dikhai deti hai jo mujhe aksar pareshan karti hai...ek writer ne likha hai ki.....jo jab kabhi tere saath hota hai.....wo aksar doo jaata hai...aur isme koi burai nahi hai par tujhe bura tab lagta hai....jab wo tujhe samjhne me galati karta hai....

anyway...god bless me............n you too

Indian muslims suffer from a lack of leadership....

A role model must murge contemporary compulsions and aspirations. The model for young muslims in the 1940's was obviously Jinnah. They were obvious of the traumatic potential of partition, and were charred by d killing hot winds of 1947 and the fifties nehru, rather than Gandhi(who they had rejected), became the new model as he began, gently, to restore their Self-confedence and nurture some degree of security. But the security was partial, and nehru did little to reverse the marginalisation of muslims from the economy.
Desperation discovered a strange role model in 1960's was Haji Mastan. In the disturbed, distraught and fragmented mind of muslim youth of d sixties, no one else seemed to be giving muslims any jobs. Since they had no faith in the white economy, they turned into the black economy. Haji Mastan was so impressed by the support he seemed to get from the community that he even started a political party. IT DID NOT WORK BCZ CRIME DOES NOT WORK.
So What was the alternative? the elite had disapeared on the auction blocks of Lucknow and Hyderabad, the professional middle class of the north had migrated to pakistan in large numbers. Muslims felt deeply betryed by congress politicians with their litany of double standards. The angers sharpened during the politics of babari masjid.
In this vaccum, the hysterical mullah, or his counterpart became the role model of the seventies and eighties. They turned irrelevent as quickly as they ascended.
The overwhelming sentiment is set for a new Sir Sayyid Ahmad, founder of Aligarh Muslim University, who argued that salvation lay in both english and english, the emblems of progress and sucess. this is not a revival of the politics of seperation; indian muslims know they are the chief victim of partition. This is the rivival of modern culture of education. If gender bias is not eliminated, indian muslims can not enter the 20th century, let alone the 21st. the good news is that the girls are being educated in far greater numbers than ever before.
Terrorism is a minuscule section, Osama bin Laden or Daud Phenomenon.this is the wart that could POISION THE FUTURE. It will not be eliminated by arbitrary repression; but it can disapear with the assimilation of the community into economic growth and education opportunity.
15 years after the watershed moment of 1992, indian muslims have reached another crossroads. the overwhelming majority will travel the road towards progess out of nothing more complicated than common sense. But there is a regressive Monority within this minority. It needs as never before the leadership of a modern Sir Sayyid. HISTORY HAS OFFERED A ROLE, BUT THERE IS NO ONE CAPABLE OF BEING A MODEL.
so many ppl connected to its but in forms of politicians, criminals, terrorist or anger remember one thing They are not Muslims they are Buisnessman, and they are working for himself not for community not for country.
Prem kumar sagar, Journalist and Film maker.
The main story is written by M. J. Akbar, Author and Journalist.