My art skills

Thanks to this website, i could create a face of mine. I think it does resemble me in certain aspects.
What say you?

My mobile

Mera Pyaar.. Samsung N500. It doesn’t rhyme. But it doesn’t matter. And the name does sounds like some medicine, Vicks action 500. But no, its my ex mobile phone.

I know it may sound crazy. With handsets like RAZR, N-series and the new in line, Apple i-phone in the market, who will care about Samsung N 500. I bet, even in jan 2008, when I change to a new plan, definitely I will go for some new and trendy one that time. But my first love will always be N500.

I don’t know, why people in India are so obsessed with Nokia, agreed its hardy. But then its keys are so different for each model. There is no unity. And looks, forget it, they are the worst looking handsets. Even when you press the green button, it just shows either last calls or missed calls or received calls and never all of these together. But still people like it. And I know why. Its hardy and it has strong signal. That’s why when mom asked me to get one for her; I too went in for a Nokia only.

But this time during my India trip, when my mom told “ei dekho tomar pocha cell”,(see your rotten cell) I really shouted at her. But alas, she was not alone. Many were laughing at my N500 and when I showed it to one of my dearest friends, and told, see the best cell ever created, I just got a pity smile in return.

Let me brag about N500 a bit. Consider only the non polyphonic, single colour display mobiles. I think there is nobody to beat it in that league. Even the color phones minus cameras. This phone has absolutely no sharp edge. Rather it doesn’t have an edge at all, and that gave it the winning edge which nobody except the users of N500 understood.

It has a multicolor keypad and will put even aurora boreal to shame when it glows in the dark. There is white light, blue light, green and red. To add to it, what they call the service color. Its an small LED in a corner just like the “Kahin nazar na lag jaye” tika. Only thing is that it’s not the black tika but it gives u a choice of 6 colors there also.

Believe me, it has got the lightest battery too.

And how can I forget the ocean blue background color of display? It’s the best blue possible. I remember once I had lost my cell (actually I had left it at a restaurant and Umesh took it without telling me). I was in tears for almost 5 hours after which when umesh gave it to me, and the blue color came up n the screen, it was a joy I can’t express in words.

The only close second in that range is Panasonic GD 92. It had the same great blue colors, the keys are just the same and it has unique 4 background color option which people can match with their moods. And it was long and has the smallest cross section and it shape resembles ….( ask the people who use it)

Now my N500 lies, in some tiny drawer in my Barasat house, covered with a coat of dirt. But I have still scratched it at places and brought out its true color. When you try to make a call from that, you have to hit it on its head. But still it’s the best and I will never ever loose it for anything.

India shining

Let me start this post with a big sorry. I can’t post the bro’s marriage details as promised. For two reasons. One is it’s taking too long to finish and second one is it’s getting either too personal or too superficial. So, let the memories stay with the happy couple and all those who witnessed.

Moving on to India shining. I was divided. The discussion had long started, way back in 2002, when me and my brother were discussing this and we had come to the conclusion that if Surathkal represents entire India, India is surely shining. Else not. It so turned out that Surathkal was an exception and public voted out the people who coined this term.

Well the mobile revolution came, people started talking about it again. Internet penetrated even deeper. The IT slowdown ended and the industries picked up again. All my friends, who were in IT, changed jobs and salaries made anybody wonder, India is really shining. But it was just one sector. They had terrible spending power and they did make it look like India is really going ahead. The papers were gaga over this, the rising living index and 8 percent GDP growth were everywhere. Most surprising for me was Govt of India coming p with quarterly results.

Then I came to US, for higher studies (ahem ahem). Initial days was really missing India and compared to the sleepy small town of College Station, surely the Indian cities were much better. But soon the comforts of life dawned upon me. How simple life is it here. Its not that it makes people lazy but its what one should have. I began to understand what we don’t get in India. And India lost its shine. Add to it the articles by all news channels. India doing this, doing that, Putin praising Infy campus, some Tom,Dick Harry firangi person saying India is the next big thing were always the headlines. I really got fed up.

Soon the Mumbai and Srinagar blasts happened, India started performing bad in cricket, the reservation row, Manmohan Singh lost his charm and became a puppet again,… Nothing was looking right. The only thing that was going good was Bollywood movies and I was taking full interest in that.

I went to India, nothing had changed. There was no improvement in the living condition of general people neither were the roads looking any wider or cleaner. To add to it, the pollution made me sneeze and cough all the time. I thought what’s wrong with my country.

But after coming back, I know I am feeling so very homesick, and I am missing India.

But all that apart, I really think there s a weather of change coming up there. Thanks to the giants moving in the retail sector. I have a feeling that the general condition of farmers will improve a lot. The middleman problem will be gone. And may be the middlemen will suffer. But I really don’t care for them. And for all that we need so much infrastructure. Houses, roads, rail tracks are being built. Cars are increasing on the roads. The metro cities are taking up big plans. Now the only hurdle that remains is the manufacturing group. Its good that they are coming up in large numbers and doing good business. But I feel they don’t pay the workers well. But with the wind of change in agro and service sector, can manufacturing be left far behind. May be the right word is not India shining, but as rightly said by ToI (for a change) INDIA POISED. Its getting ready for the big leap. But ya, it hasn’t taken the leap yet.

Concluding my views, here is the article that made me think again. And especially these lines by Mukesh Ambani:

“For employers to attract and retain talent, India has to be almost as attractive as the US. So I have to provide for the cost of living -- housing, shopping environment and everything else exactly like the US, but at an Indian cost.

We have a big talent pool in the US and they are coming back with huge enthusiasm. For our agri-business, we are now bringing back a lot of talented Indians from the US who have worked in Wholesale Foods, Kraft, etc.

We offer to protect their savings in a job here. If you earn $100,000 a year there, you also spend $80,000 and save $15,000-$20,000. We say, if you work for us in India, we will ensure you save $15,000 dollars a year and are part of something exciting without a loss to you.”

My Brother's Wedding- The preparations

Well the highlight of my India trip was my brother’s wedding. The preparations had started long back. When I went, the invitations had already started. Initially even I was a part of it, but then I moved out because of my hectic schedule of god knows what. But was damn busy throughout my stay. Mom and dad were very tired at the end of every day of invitations and especially by the amount of mithais u have to eat in each house. And this is one thing about marriage, which you can’t outsource. Rest everything you can.

Anyway another thing that bothered us till the last day was prawns in the menu. For those who don’t have any idea what this is, let’s say serving tiger prawn in marriages have become real rare coz of the whopping rate of Rs 500/kg. Here is more about how important food is in Bengali marriages. Guess you all know who Bankim Chandra Chattopaddhay is. May be you people also know his famous novel Devi Chowdhurani. It was far ahead of times. Imagine somebody discussing women dacoits in 18^th century. Well now do any of you who have read Devi Chowdhurani remember why she became a dacoit? Well it was because they were poor and so though they managed to feed the groom side guests properly, the neighbors were given just rice and curd. This angered the neighbors, who complained to the father-in-law, who angrily broke the marriage or something like that nd feeling sad devi becomes a dacoit when lost in jungle. The point is, shaadi ka food can even make dacoits. Back to our story, Mom didn’t mind the cost but wanted to have at least 1.5 times the quantity required. Dad won’t do that. The size matters a lot too. We wanted 18 pcs per kg; they said they may have to serve 22 pcs /kg ka size which were not what we wanted. Anyway, thankfully everything worked out in the end with loads extra much to my mom’s delight. But there were many sleepless nights with the prawn. My joke about how the marriage has shifted its importance from bride, groom, jewelries and invitees to prawns was enjoyed by many.

Well jewelries remind me of more stories. As it was quite obvious, jewels are a crucial part of the wedding. And this time I was involved. This is how. My mom wanted to give some of hers as it is, without remodeling. And then obviously she had to decide what to give my wife at the same time coz last mein kuch nahi baaki raha tho? I guess it was a crucial decision for her considering how finicky I am. But I salute her judgment. She did the right thing. Same thing happened in case of Nani. She wanted to give similar things, so had to buy at the same time. So I got to see my wife’s this jewel also. It was damn good. This paragraph has been specially written ki koi tho ladki yeh padhke mere nahi tho use milne wale jewels ke pyaar mein tho mere paas aa jaye :)

Ok moving to some serious things now. Everybody kept telling me, ki bhai ki shaadi hai, u will have load s of things to do. I denied saying that actually nothing much. Coz after all, I don’t know the local people, whom to call for catering, whom to call for decoration and lights, but I was wrong. The wedding days were really crucial.

Amidst all this, mom bought a whopping 36-40 sarees one day. For all the near and dear ones. That came as a shock to me. Anyway, work was nicely divided in the household. Jewels, dresses, puja ki rasm was to be taken care by the ladies, and decorations, lights, food was guys department as usual. But I was amazed to find mom keeping a careful watch on everything. I found that really cool. While all this was going on, as u can see, I kept a close watch on everything. One day while there was a discussion about increase in the flower decorations cost which mom thought was useless ( me too). I made this comment to dad. “ See there are only 2 important things in a shaadi. We all knows, rasams will be one ok. There are only 2 areas where people may complain. 1 is if food is less and the other is that if somebody is unhappy with her saari. Coz both is a matter of shame to us. So both are equally important. The women kind of work as well as the guy work.” I don’t know if I have explained the point correctly here but it’s a truth. After shaadi, nobody remembers whether all rasams were done or was there one flower or one light less in theh decorations. They all care is was the food good and was the return gift good. So then obviously these 2 things become the most crucial in marriage.

But I guess this didn’t go very well with my dad.

More about the marriage days in next blog!

Mera Desh - II

Enough of Bangalore, lets come to Kolkata and WB. Well the papers always say it’s a new kolkata. Orkut communities are there on this but alas, I find no change. The flyover started 2 years back is still under construction and people say its going so fast. A 20 year old Bisharpada-Kodaliya station is still called a new station. But then I realized modernization of kolkata is not bangalorization of it. Its developing more in what they are good at. EVverything is BIG in kolkata. And so was the city center mall. It was 3 times forum Bangalore. And ofcourse, almost 30% of it was food court. Now that is Kolkata for you. Another was Sourav ganguly. Bengalis support him not because of he plays good, nor because he is a Bengali but because they are Bengalis. Even a novice to cricket will be ready to discuss the villainy of Chapell and Dravid. Thank god some do spare Sachin. But then no comments. It’s their choice. They are the kolkatans. Something bad is the open love culture. Earlier I thought what’s wrong. That’s just not Indian but definitely not bad. But later when Advay told that in the beautiful Millenium park which is on the banks of Ganga, overlooking Howrah bridge and Vidyasagar setu on either side, smooching was the most decent thing that was going on, I was spellbound. Comeon, liberation doesn’t mean this.

Another thing I learnt was everybody has a point. About Singur I thought, Mamata Bannerjee is just grabbing some attention, which any outsider also felt including my friends in other cities. I thought what crap, the way industries are extinct in WB, may be, govt should even hand out Victoria memorial to be demolished. But no, things are not that simple. Singur is one of the most fertile land in India. To give that away for industry is harmful for local people, the environment and the country when WB does have wastelands not very far away. I was also shocked to now that India is now importing food again thanks to our agriculture minister who is taking more interest in cricket than the most pressing problem of India.

During my stay, I learnt more and more. Many things made me happy, many irritated me to the core. You had to speak out everywhere even at the grocery shops, on with louder voice gets things faster. Inspite of all this, I couldn’t stop cryinig on the last day. After all in sab cheeon se hi tho life bani hai.

Mera Desh -I

I have so many things to write. My recent trip to India was full of such stories. But then I realized the biggest thing. Almost all of us( who are back after a India trip) had their own stories. And it was all about the same things, how India is not that shining as we thought it was from far away. How it was polluted, corrupt, but still India is good old India. These would have been 3-4 blog topics for me but then everybody is writing about it.

What shocked me the most was a chat with bharat. I told him that I am feeling so damn homesick and want to go back now, without finishing the MS. He said he too felt the same and not just him but everybody around. Then I told him-“But you know, there was a time in India when I was dying to be back here.” He said even that is not unique to you and all of us felt that. These dialogues shocked me coz I thought they were my very own. But they turned out to be every tom dick and harry’s feelings.

I had thought of somethings that I will never do when I go to India. Like cribbing about the lifestyle there and saying good things about US. But I had to. On the very next day. Because I was down with cold. People were saying that may be the cold was too much for you. They made me feel like some fulkumari. But then I had to tell them, its not the cold, it’s the pollution here. Coz that was THE reason. Next was the dollar-rupee thing. I couldn’t stop telling the prices in dollars> now how the hell are you supposed to convert dollars per pound to rupees per kg?

Bangalore was just the same. People always cribbing about the airport traffic but then I still did never face it. And 2 of the same people, when they came to kolkata for my bro’s marriage, realized what Traffic jam was. Another thing was software people and their salaries. Somehow people are never happy. Anu showed me a skit video. People earning 6 lpa within 2 years are calling their salaries peanuts. Tap Tap Tap, these bangaloreans are crazy. Another thing about Bangalore was the prices. They were just Rs converted to dollars. No cost of living differences. For 100 Rs, you don’t get coffees as good as starbucks while here u get an excellent one for 2.5$.

But yes, I enjoyed Idli and more idli. I couldn’t stop eating idlys in the numerous sagars of Bangalore. And last but not the least Forum mall, Bangalore. People say Garuda is bigger, better, more strategically placed. I don’t disagree. But forum mein ek apnapan lagta hai mujhko. Aisa lagta hai ki barson se yahin aata hoon. Same feelings for PVR where even a movie like Happy Feet (its te worst cartoon I have seen till date) is houseful on a Monday afternoon show.

Contd in the part 2 blog

Are books like movies? "The Inheritance of Loss"

I have just finished reading “The inheritance of Loss”. I find uncanny similarity in the writing style with Arundhati Roy. There will be some wonderful descriptions, there will be a loose story, there will be bursts of emotions at places and hen there will be a vague ending. I haven’t read any other booker winner books but seems like this kind of writing is a preferred style. I can only compare this with art movies and commercial movies. There are some typical movies which are like made for awards. Take the “Pather Panchali” for example. People say it’s a masterpiece. It surely is, be it the cinematographic techniques or be it the acting or the storyline. But the film does not leave you happy after you see it.

Somehow after reading the book Inheritance of Loss, I feel I am lost. I thought I have read lots, but this book pulls me back to where I started. Do I need to read much much more? Agreed I have not read the Shakespeare or even the Tolstoy. According to my parents, I have not learnt anything unless I read Rabindranath Tagore. But still I felt I am well above the mass. I have read the Austen and Bronte, I have read starting from Thackeray to Puzo, and I liked it all. I had started with Secret seven, Malory Towers and now have grown out of the gripping Archers and Browns. I find them good no longer. ( I heard that is a sign of growing up.) I have read my Ayn Rand as much as I am in love with Harry Potter. Harry, Feluda, Byomkesh Bakshi are on my fingertips and I have read them as many times as I have read V=IR as an electrical engineer.

But this book like “God of Small things” has left me lost somewhere. Its neither peace nor distress. You can get the real picture of so many things. I could see the dirty side of all the Visa consulates, the beauty of Kalimpong. I feel I have learnt a lot, yet it has created a vacancy somewhere. I felt exactly the same way after reading “God of Small Things”. You get an in-depth view of Syrian Christians, the beauty of emotions etc. But then all the characters are so imperfect. The illicit affairs, the poor people vows, nothing seems good. Yet you keep reading it. Is that what is called good writing? Or is it the Indian style of writing? Even Khushwant Singh writes dirty words. But people like even that.

I think I want something soothing. Neither the high adrenaline murder mysteries nor these dwelling with imperfect characters. My style is more of Pride and prejudice kinds. Where there are pages and pages on ones composure on seeing ones beloved. The idea of looking good is of primary importance. I liked “Namesake” also, one of my bests amonst the recent reads. There are such strong characters, and instead of everybody being wrong, everybody is justifiable, everybody is right.

Well I am confused. Where do I stand. I do want to stand out of the group who are happy with a few Dan Browns and one or 2 classics to write on the hobbies of the numerous networking sites. But I am ending up nowhere.

Sandipan’s Bollywood awards 2006

Well am really overwhelmed by my blog readership. I get so few comments that I was very depressed. But I guess putting a link on orkut helps. Many do read but never comment.

Anyway after a terrific dhoom 2 (sadly not many agree with me, but then I liked Tango Charlie after watching Rog, so after Vivah, dhoom 2 is just too good) here I announce the Sandipan Bollywood awards 2006.

Ok be prepared for a typical Sandipan awards, for there will be plenty of partialities. After all even Oscar and filmfare is not without favoritism. And a close second award will be awarded in some cases. There will be a special category of Razzie awards as well.

Here we go. Let me start with the BollyRazzie awards.

Worst Film: Chingaari

Worst Actor: Shahrukh Khan, He was such a great disappointment in KANK.

Worst Actress: Sushmita Sen , for chingaari. Was that a movie?

Anyway now I come to The mainstream awards.

Best Story: Goes to Nagesh Kuknoor for Dor. The story is original. That qualifies it for the award.

Best Song: Kyon aajkal neend kam khwaab zyada of “Woh Lamhe”. I just love that song. Its so easy to sing.

Best Music Director: A.R. Rahman , “Rang De Basanti”. Well there was no other movie with all good songs.

Best Singer(Male) : Atif Aslam , Tere Bin in “Bas Ek Pal”. Well the song still tops the chart, that is one reason. And the other one is that my fav heroines, Juhi n Urmila, got to feature somewhere.

Best Singer (Female): Madhushree(previously known as Sujata Bhattacharya), Tu Bin Bata in “Rang De Basanti”. There can’t be anything better. The song has such a soothing effect. Though it’s a duet, the girl still scores.

Now 2 new categories of awards. The first one is just to make my fav heroine happy, but the second one, even filmfare should start soon.

Best television interview: John Abraham in Seedhi Baat. The best part of the interview is that how quickly John adapts to the Hi-fi hindi of the host and though I guess he has a awful hindi, he manages pretty well.

Best Item Song: Bipasha Basu for Beedi in “Omkara” . Well you can say I am partial, but in this case, there is just nobody better this year. She immortalized Billo Chamanbahaar.

Lets move on to the main awards now.

Best Comedian: Arshad Warsi as Circuit in “Lage Raho Munnabhai”. Any doubts? He was just too good. He deserved it for Munnabhai MBBS also.

Best Supporting Actor: John Abraham for “Baabul”. Let’s just say that I am taking a futuristic view at the movies yet to come. Afterall Bips has to be happy.

Best Supporting Actress: Bipasha Basu as Shonali/Monali Bose in “Dhoom2”. She just looked stunning. Well I know this is not the ideal choice but then I am the judge. But yes, here are two seconds. Ayesha Takia for “Dor”.Gul Panag was the heroine but Ayesha was just too good. And Konkona Sen Sharma for “Omkara”. Nobody can beat her.

Probably the award will go to Preity for KANK, but that was Ugh.

Best Villain: Here there are 2 firsts. And no second. Saif Ali Khan as Langda Tyagi in “Omkara” and ofcourse Hrithik Roshan as Aryan in “Dhoom2”

Best Actor: Without doubt it should go to Hrithik Roshan as and in “Krishh”. The movie was top grosser of the year, and the only reason for the movie to be hit was him.

Best Actress: This was a male dominated year. Umrao Jaan was a disaster and don’t have high hoes from Baabul too. I have 2 choices, a first and a close second. The award goes to Bipasha Basu as Nishigandha Dasgupta in “Corporate”. She acted as a glam doll, a psyhic as well as a true businesswoman in the movie.

The close second best goes to Kajol as Zooni Ali Beg in “Fanaa”. She was the best part in the entire movie.

Best Director: Vishal Bharadwaj for “Omkara”. The direction was just awesome

Best Film: Now this is close call and I agree with the Oscars committee. “Rang De Basanti” is my movie of the year but a very very close, almost jointly second is “Lage Raho Munnabhai”.

So there we end the award function. Hope you liked the Special dance show by Dhoom 2 crew during the ceremony.[:)]

The Namesake (I Am Spellbound)

This is my first attempt at book reviews. And i am overtly enthralled that it is for this book.
I have read "Interpreter of Maladies" a few years back. I instantly became a fan of her writing. Though it nagged me that she always writes about this topic of divided lives of either the ABCD's or about the NRI's, there is never a boring moment unless you hate the concept through and through. So if you are not against reading this particular type of stories which u may be prompted to if u have seen too many of these east meets west kind of movies. I will never read "Mi Nathuram Godse Boltoy" just because i don't think a wrong man can brainwash my believes. But i know the book is a very good one.
Anyway coming to the point. At certain points I did feel that the book was meant for the world apart form india and the bengalis. For the non-bengali indians I felt that there is a feeling of so close, yet so far. For rest of the world, who don't know ndian culture, this surely adds another dimension to the book. Know-more-about-India sort of. But then as I went deeper into the book, this seemed less and less important.
The bengali things you need to know:
1) Mutton is at its best when cooked with potatoes.The potatoes are as cherished as the mutton itself.
2) You call the family friends not as Mr and Mrs . Surname but as Mashi and Mesho or Kaku and Kakima.
Well that's all.
Now about the book. The best part is the storyline. You never feel bored. Just when u seem to feel that this topic is now growing on me, whoosh, it is as if Jhumpa gets a invisible signal and the scenes change. Its always sweet and makes you think so much and yet never leaves you feel depressed.
The way the story deals with the untimely deaths is utterly fascinating. After each death, she doesn't concern with the mourns but the coping up, the other relevances and does not exemplify with the tremendous word power she has got. She could have made you cry, but she leaves the situtation to the reader. Instead she moves on.
She has never gone typical melodramatic. Never do you see the parents forcing something on their children, never do they say no to any change. The character of the lead lady, Ashima is so wonderfully carved. She is traditional but not to the extreme. She is modern, not to the extreme. I feel she is the best character in the story. So strong yet so vulnerable.
Another salient point in the whole story is, rather the heart of the book, the relevance to the title. The book of Nikolai Gogol. At every stage, you never feel that Nikolai Gogol is out of the book. I have not read any of his work but now I do plan to read up "The overcoat". If Jhumpa Lahiri is also a fan of this book and the author, then I would say, this is the best way one can pay tributes to someone else.
In the end, I woud just like to mention that each character in this book is so well off by themselves and so beautifully crafted, that Jhumpa Lahiri can make her entire life by writing the same book with respective angles. It felt that each character can be rewritten about so many times like pole do for Arjun, Karna and Draupadi in Mahabharat.

Basanti Hawa-Kedarnath Agarwal

Here, I put a poem by Kedarnath Agarwal, its not even out of my memory, searched form the net, so ideally i should put it here. Hindi Poems Blog This website is a wonderful collection of Hindi poems. Ideally i should just point to that webpage but i just couldn't resist the temptation of putting it in my blog! I just loved this poem. The words are so well chosen, you actually feel as if u are wind.

I would suggest, read out loud, and nonstop, if possible in one breath.

बसंती हवा

हवा हूँ, हवा मैं

बसंती हवा हूँ।

सुनो बात मेरी -

अनोखी हवा हूँ।

बड़ी बावली हूँ,

बड़ी मस्त्मौला।

नहीं कुछ फिकर है,

बड़ी ही निडर हूँ।

जिधर चाहती हूँ,

उधर घूमती हूँ,

मुसाफिर अजब हूँ।

न घर-बार मेरा,
न उद्देश्य मेरा,
न इच्छा किसी की,

न आशा किसी की,
न प्रेमी न दुश्मन,
जिधर चाहती हूँ
उधर घूमती हूँ।
हवा हूँ, हवा मैं
बसंती हवा हूँ!

जहाँ से चली मैं

जहाँ को गई मैं -

शहर, गाँव, बस्ती,

नदी, रेत, निर्जन,

हरे खेत, पोखर,

झुलाती चली मैं।

झुमाती चली मैं!

हवा हूँ, हवा मै

बसंती हवा हूँ।

चढ़ी पेड़ महुआ,
थपाथप मचाया;
गिरी धम्म से फिर,
चढ़ी आम ऊपर,
उसे भी झकोरा,
किया कान में 'कू',
उतरकर भगी मैं,
हरे खेत पहुँची -
वहाँ, गेंहुँओं में
लहर खूब मारी।

पहर दो पहर क्या,

अनेकों पहर तक

इसी में रही मैं!

खड़ी देख अलसी

लिए शीश कलसी,

मुझे खूब सूझी -

हिलाया-झुलाया

गिरी पर न कलसी!

इसी हार को पा,

हिलाई न सरसों,

झुलाई न सरसों,

हवा हूँ, हवा मैं

बसंती हवा हूँ!

मुझे देखते ही

अरहरी लजाई,
मनाया-बनाया,
न मानी, न मानी;
उसे भी न छोड़ा -
पथिक आ रहा था,
उसी पर ढकेला;

हँसी ज़ोर से मैं,
हँसी सब दिशाएँ,
हँसे लहलहाते
हरे खेत सारे,
हँसी चमचमाती
भरी धूप प्यारी;
बसंती हवा में
हँसी सृष्टि सारी!

हवा हूँ, हवा मैं

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