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Mere paas Facebook hai… (Tere paas kyaa hai?)


Maein pahle bahut pareshaan thaa. Padhaaii pe Mann hii nahin lagtaa thaa. Book naam se hii chid raha thaa. Exam paper dekh ke ultii aatii thii. Jaese taese pass ho jaa taa thaa. Samajh mein nahiin aa raha thaa questions waese kyuun puuchhe jaate the!
Lekin ab maein bahut hii khuush huun. Ab mere paas Facebook hai.
Iss book se mujhe chid nahin aatii hai. Mujhe pressurise bhii koii nahin kartaa hai isse padhne ko. Yah koii text book nahiin hai sirf; photos, videos ke saath yah fully interlinked aur interactive hai.
Apne Facebook kaa maein hiin author huun. Yahaan pe kaiin readers kaa feedback o contribution bhii miltaa hai.
Bahut saare listed friends n followers bhii hain. Mujhe proof dikhaane kii zaruurat nahiin padtii hai. Koii peer pressure nahiin hai. Bahut kuchh yahaan pe share hotaa hai. Bhaavnaa ko hum sab mil baant ke nichod tod ke bhog te hain. Yah koii crime nahin hai, koii warrant bhii nahiin nikal taa.
Koi exam nahiin, list of results nahin nikaltaa top aur bottom kaa. Pass ya Fail, kiskaa kitnaa ranking kuchh bhii yahaan pe comparison nahiin dikhaayaa jaataa hai. Isiliye inferiority yaa superiority complex kaa danger hii nahiin hai. Discrimination kaa chance hii nahiin hai!
No doubt, sab yahaan pe khuush dikhte hain.
Yahaan pe jailbreak kii zaruurat bhii nahin padtii hai.
Aap yahaan pe Admin role bhii nibhaate hain.
All round exposure yahaan pe miltaa hai. Recession kaa bhii yahaan pe zor nahin chal taa hai.
Aap yahaan pe hii Boss ho. Supervisor ho.
Mann chaahe aap yahaan pe break aur chhuttii le sakte ho.
Koii tokegaa bhii nahiin.
Aap yahaan pe ek censor board bhii chalaa sakte ho.

Iss book kii membership renewal bhii nahiin karnii padtii hai.
Apne aap updates aate rahte hai. Book kaa latest version sab ko accessible rahtaa hai. Fees bhii denaa nahiin padtaa hai. Customisation bhii free hai.

Class room ke attendance kaa chakkar bhii yahaan pe nahiin hai.

Ab meraa memory power bhii badh gaya hai virtually. Itne saare memory aids jo hain!
Search se le kar auto flash kaa feature yahaan pe hai.
Sab kuchh yaad rakhne kii bhii zaruurat nahin padtii hai.
Birth Days, events flash hote rahte hain.
Yahaan pe open culture hai.
Piith piichhe bolne kaa culture yahaan pe lagh bhag nahiin chaltaa.
Isiliye aap ko pataa chal jaataa hai, koii aap ko mention kiyaa to.

Sunaa hai, ab bhaag kar shaadii nahiin karnii padtii hai, naa kii registrar ke paas jaanaa padtaa hai. Bas yahaan pe status o profile update kar dijiye, kaahfii hai.

Haan maein apne dimaag pe itnaa zor bhii nahiin daaltaa huun. Meraa old servant-cum-friend google bhii merii sevaa mein humeshaa tatpar rahtaa hai.

Aare haan, google+ bhii hai. Yah toh memory+ vita kaa kaam kartaa hai. Gol gol! Iskaa upyog kabhii kabhii kar letaa huun.

Ab maein bahut khuush huun.

~ Prabeen Kumar Pati

There is no “Heart Break” really!


There is no “Heart Break” really!
Wonder why people even mention ‘Heart Break‘!
Well, breaking is a bad omen, more so is a heart when broken.
Like when a glass gets broken, the sharp broken pieces would (it’s proportional to the intensity) disperse and pierce and hurt all around; exactly, when heart gets broken, it just takes a toll on the living around.
Give me a break!
The heart always beats in and out.
Have ever felt it deeply?
Practically, even in the bio labs, I have observed, even a separated or taken out heart never gives up.
It always beats up and down.
Down goes it, and then up it goes!
It’s such an inspiration.
So in life, never give up. There are lot of other things to give up or worth giving up. Get rid of the stress, distress, depression, pain, lust, jealousy, hatred, negativity…
You need to pump it down to pump it up!
Realise the truth that you can and always stand on your own because that’s what you have done through out.
Whenever you are pushed back, think that it’s the positive propelling force (as in spring) to leap frog, to shoot even longer.
Whenever you are down for whatever reason, always get up and make it count, make your presence and existence felt.
That’s your true nature, true character, the real you.
~ Prabeen Kumar Pati

Yes PM!


Yes, PM!
PMPrime Minister? Oh no, I am a program manager, oh no, I am a project manager! Forget it! It’s all me, the Portfolio Manager!
Well, no Post Mortem on the warm reception I receive!
Ah! Leave it all aside! I am the PM, Post Master, I am just almost on the par of a Post Peon, I earn so much by so small margin!
Ah! Give me a break! It’s Paisa Money!
Oh no, how could you just miss them!? Paa Maa! Pitaa Maataa!
It’s Pappa Mamma! Oh! Poor Paapaa, Poor Mommy!
Give me a break for God sake! It’s all about Paisa Money!
And guess for whom it’s all the buzz and fuzz; fuss, it’s me!
I am the PM, so called, Poor Man!
Oh, no! My eyes open! It was all fake, God sake, it was all in the dreams I was eating and drinking and sleeping, because I have nothing to eat, nothing to drink, nothing to cheat, nothing to sleep with nor to sleep on; nothing to thrive on, nothing to put on; nothing to live with, nothing to live on, nothing to live for; but everything to shy for, everything to cry for, everything to die for!
And who ultimately suffers, it’s me! Poor Me!
It’s all past, it’s always the night as it seems, it’s always the pm, the last Post Meridien!
It’s all about the PM, Paisa Money! Poor Man! Poor Me!

God, alas! Really, the Poor Me, if the Poor Man the nation’s PM, the Prime Minister! Oh no, why mustn’t I be! They take all votes citing Poor Me, Poor Man!
Not just for the goons, for all even the rest, I am always the Printed Mantra, Printed Money!
I am so Prevalent (man), then why am I not worshipped as God!? Oh no, that’s impossible, how could be so helpless, God!
I always get highlighted, ya, literally; but always blind sighted, actually!
I am always in the words, literally; but never in action, never in motion (except some award winning picture motion), practically!
I am always put on the hot seat, literally; but always under the seat, virtually!
I am always celebrated, but never am I the celebrity!
So why am I not the Prime Man? Why always am I projected as the Present (moment), but always remain that Past Memory!?
I am the Prithvii (earth) and the Mitti (soil)!
Every netaa (leader), all the janataa (people) cite me, recite me, so much Poor Me!

Not am I the Perfect Man!?
Dare to think I am a Poet Man!
The Prophet, the Monk – who just knows it all! Ummm, but never thinks to do it all!
It’s all political, and I am a Puppet Man used by the Politicians, Man!

Ummm, always needing the helping hand; oh, the Poor Me!
Yes, the Practical Me, the Poor Me!

Alas! Again, I day-sleep, discounting the Poor Me, poor moments; never on a premium, yet to live the golden PMoments!
Yes, PM!


~ Prabeen Kumar Pati

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