ढूंढता मैं रहूँ (गाना)

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ढूंढता मैं रहूँ (गाना)



ढूंढता मैं रहूँ, तेरी यादें कहीं।
हर घड़ी, वास्ते तेरे, जिंदगी रही।
मुझसे यादें, तेरे, खोते गए।
फासले बेहिसाब बढ़ते गए।
ढूंढता मैं फिरूं......
ढूंढता आ आ...
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बेनाम रिश्ते,
कैसे ये नाते,
जिसे भूल के तुम,
भुला न सकोगे।
उसे ढूंढता मैं फिरूं....

ढूंढता मैं रहूँ, तेरी यादें कहीं।
हर घड़ी, वास्ते तेरे, जिंदगी रही।
मुझसे यादें, तेरे, खोते गए।
फासले बेहिसाब बढ़ते गए।
ढूंढता मैं फिरूं......ढूंढता आ आ...

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अनजान राहें,
धुंधला सा मंजिल,
राही न जाने,
राहें जाते कहाँ हैं,
उसे ढूंढता फिर रहा।

ढूंढता मैं रहूँ, तेरी यादें कहीं।
हर घड़ी, वास्ते तेरे, जिंदगी रही।
मुझसे यादें, तेरे, खोते गए।
फासले बेहिसाब बढ़ते गए।
ढूंढता मैं फिरूं......ढूंढता आ आ...

उन यादों को पलट कर देखता हूँ तो पटल पर आकृतियाँ उभर आती हैं. उनको समेटने की कोशिश करता हूँ तो अंगुलियों के बीच से निकल कर मुझ से दूर चली जाती हैं. छूने की कोशिश करता हूँ तो ज्ञात होता है की वहाँ कुछ नहीं बचा, सब टूट चुका है. उन संजीदा पलों से उम्मीद न थी को इतनी बेरुखी से पेश आयेंगी, वक़्त के साथ इतनी बदल जाएँगी.


शायद यही जिंदगी और वक़्त का रिश्ता है.

My Experiments with S-Ray

People unaware of my professor S-Ray will think that S-Ray was the predecessor of X-Ray. People knowing S-Ray may think that i have written an biography. Unfortunately, it is a sad part of my autobiography.

I had to rage against my sanity to understand the basics of METALLURGY AND MATERIALS SCIENCE. Every time i need to understand the stress and strain relationship, i need to pluck one out of my head, from the region around my cerebrum. So a part of me is gone. Counting went down by one. So in my hand i see the fractured surface, cross section of my hair undergone tensile testing. It followed none of those perpetual equations of plasticity.

I am an organically evolved 'meta' engineer, but 'stress and strain', these two bogged me down. The crusade has always been On. A substantial part of me is employed in creating zest to keep my relations with the MoM going (MoM stands for Mechanics of materials) but the radiation emitted per second out of the Ray has left me cross eyed. I see my nose. This experiment is was carried out at room temperature.

Forgive me my Lord. I never wanted that war with 'Solid Mechanics' but I am paying for it now. Please pity me. What can I do? Slip line field theory hazily tells me anything.

The worst part of my experience always remain those two siblings- Stress and Strain. I find my all past memories pounced and torn, and it happens if you utter those two in the vicinity of my ears. Inside my tini-tiny head I could witness every thing except for Tensors. I don't know why?

He  (Prof. S Ray) is a generous guy, a real talent, a real metallurgist and one of the best teacher I have ever seen. He gives the best smile required for understanding the basics of metallurgy, he performs the best gestures needed to depict and eventually paint a crystal structure but above all, he understands the face a clueless metallurgy student makes. He is no where guilty or to be apprehended for my inability to cope up with MoM's ambush.

In case Sir, this matter leaks to you. Please take it in lighter thermodynamics. I tried my best but.....