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Merry Christmas!


It’s the Christmas Eve and still Eric is busy, in fact, lost in fixing his next big thing in Telecommunications. He has been working relentlessly more than passionately to make it on the floor, I mean his next breakthrough technology. But he has just been missing something to rock it and roll on. He has been so lost and out of touch with his own life, his family – the world that matters to him the most.
As Ena (Eric‘s wife) has been carrying and almost all alone taking care of their baby who is about to come out to this lively world! As the the doctor’s team are putting their best efforts to make it all smooth for Ena and the baby, Ena has been obviously missing Eric by her side for a long long time. In fact, Eric has even forgotten all that he and Ena are going to be parents and the medical team is even in their house for Ena!
As the Christmas Eve is all set to make a transition into Merry Christmas, there comes the new baby out to the world! The baby child’s first cry just makes the whole house and surrounding so lively and musical that suddenly Eric even jumps with happiness than out of joy in his confined world! The medical delivery teams shouts with joy ‘it’s a boy…’, Ena is so happy after lot of pain she has had to go through, Eric rushes to the room! Every body is so ecstatic and here goes Merry Christmas in chorus! Eric holds on to the baby and says to Ena, “it’s our baby, our son”! Ena befittingly with a smile says to Eric, “Yes Eric, it’s your son, it’s my son, it’s our son! You are a father, and how can I express how it has been feeling being a mother!”. Eric and Ena are so happily close to each other now with the baby. It doesn’t matter to them whether it’s a boy or a girl! They are relishing the moment that they are again truly together and smiling!

Eric realises, the best innovation in the world is Life! Now he realises he has been part of this eternal innovation! He realises all the science, technology, equipment etc. don’t matter at all in front of this greatest natural innovation ‘Life‘. As we communicate our feelings, the joy through our smiles, eyes and some uttered and expressed words! Everything else is secondary and they will keep coming.

(As very soon Eric gets it all right virtually with little effort in his gigantic innovation lab.)

~ Prabeen Kumar Pati

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

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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