Predator Theory

          This is an idea of idle mind. I just popped  in my mind to sum up the human nature in the form of a theory. So I don’t know up to what extent it is justified. Well let me write it because my mind cannot get ride of the dimensions of human behavior . Every person I met since my childhood made me surprised by the way of thinking in more or less ways. .Definitely we have  some unique perspective about things around us .But in core we all are animals in the end.Its just human evolution which made us to follow rules ,regulation or set of fixed pattern .If we generalizes the human behavior as it is shrouded by a killer deadly hidden motives at all the points or some points of life.

           So here the predator theory goes.  All  the people are divided  in only two categories-                            

                                                1.Victim

                                                2.Predator 

           Usually everybody has both traits. We all have some desires because life is just driven by desires. There are some levels of society. Every person is in some particular level of it. It looks like a pyramid. Lets starts with lower base level of pyramid. In this level there are animals like hen, goat cow mostly domesticated animals whom we can control kill or torture easily.

          Above it are humans who are just helpless and suffering from cruelty ,poverty etc. They are victim of the upper level and predator for the lower level. Then some middle people are in the upper level .We can assume that they are from middle class of our society.  Upper level is the people who are the most powerful people like businessman and politicians who are actually the controllers.

          At a point of time we just struggle to shift or jump in the upper level so that we can be predator for one’s own  level .Nobody wants to become a victim but we have to. We have no option. Thus our whole life is spend  in playing such a cruel game of victim and predator. Sometimes  we name it success , superiority or wealthiness. There are so many disguised forms of such a cruel and killer games.

         At many points of time we become victim and predator at the same time and don’t even know about it. Everybody is just struggling to jump up to upper level so he can play a role of predator for his own level and lower level.

           For example when we hire a laborer in our home ,this the the reason why we became so rude toward them. This why our boss is too rude to us. Actually he don’t  want to understand your problems at all. This is the reason when we eat chicken ,we don’t think about hen. It don’t even comes in our mind. This is the reason when people climb up to higher level jobs they become so corrupt overnight. That  is all I observed so far. That’s my home made theory and I think it gives me lots of answers of my daily life.

ये सोच के चलता जाता हूँ......

                                           
आज जीत की रात
आज मैं  क्या कहूँ
बहुत बड़ी है बात आज
मैं आजादी वाली बात लिखूँ

लिखूं गुलामी की जंजीरें
या बंदूकों की आवाज लिखूँ
When world sleeps India will awake वाला
चाचा नेहरू का आगाज़ लिखूँ

मैं लिखूँ आंसुओं वाले पन्ने
या  1857 का संग्राम लिखूँ
मैं झाँसी वाली रानी या
डलहौजी का अत्याचार  लिखूँ

मैं भूखे लोगों की लाशों पर
Lytton का दिल्ली दरबार लिखूँ
या भगत सिंह  के किस्से को
एक बार नहीं सौ बार लिखूँ


मैं खुदीराम की फांसी  या
जालियां वाला कांड लिखूँ
शायद कोई शब्द आँसुओ  से बच निकले
अगर एक भी पन्ना मैं  शहीदों के नाम लिखूँ


मैं बापू जी का चश्मा धोती
या अहिंसा की तलवार लिखूँ
तुम  मुझे  खून दो इस आजादी के बदले
नेताजी के शब्दों की ललकार लिखूँ


जब मैं दुविधा में घिर जाता हूँ
खुद को हरा सा पाता हूँ
तो मैं ये बातें खुद से कहता हूँ
खुद ही खुद को समझाता हूँ


सिर्फ वर्षों का जीवन लेकर
हम तो भूखे पेट लड़े
एक तरफ थी गोलियां
पर हम लाठी लेकर खड़े रहे


अब तू रहता है आजाद देश में
मन तू क्यों घबराता है
गाँधी सुभाष  का देश तेरा
तू किसका शोक मनाता है

ले थाम  तिरंगा हाथों में
"जय हिन्द " का नारा  सांसों में
सपनों वाल देश बनेगा तेरा
रख भरोषा मजबूत इरादों में

देख तिरंगे को लहराते
मैं मन ही मन मुस्काता हूँ
मैं क्या दे जाऊँ मातृभूमि
ये  के सोच  चलता जाता हूँ
ये सोच    के चलता जाता हूँ,ये सोच    के चलता जाता हूँ..........

Nightingale Sings

                                                                

                   When I was a child ,I used to go to my maternal grandmother s home in summer vacations.It was a village surrounded by lush green foliage and ponds with water lilies ,ducks and variety of frogs.In morning I used to be  wake up by a loud chirping of different exotic  birds flying across the trees. One bird I encountered frequently was brown crow sized bird inside  bamboo trees. Once I saw a nightingale just jumping over the railing of the house .Everyday it was chirping loudly .I asked my grandmother what is the nightingale saying. I almost annoyed her by asking it repeatedly that my grandmother was compelled to give me some answer probably to get ride of me . I followed her all my summer as long as I could. I located her nest .It was at lemon tree which was at corner of house. I was very happy at that time.

                 In evening my maternal grandfather used to check out rice sapling s because squirrels were destroying it .I was accompanying him everyday.One day suddenly a strong wind came and array of Eucalyptus which was all around the border of field with similar distance started swinging.  it was very overwhelming for me to feel the wind and seeing the trees  swinging. One tree was too tall  so it was swinging more than any other one. I was feeling like to swing with it .All of  sudden I noticed that at the top twig of the tree there was a nest and a nightingale was sitting on it and swinging along the wind.My heart filled with tremendous joy .I was imagining the experience of swinging up there on the top with the wind. But the big question was why that tiny bird selected that particular tree with intense swing.Of course she likes swinging.

                Time changed as the days flew very fast .I am in the mid of my life with all the chaos of job, pressure of getting married and with no holidays. I managed to go there occasionally  somehow .Most of the times my grandparent lives alone because all of my cousin facing the same chaos.Now grandpa is too old to hold my hand .But I go whenever I am in my hometown. At this time of life grandpa don’t want to shout on squirrels. He just stare and watch fields with no emotions at all. Everything is same .Nobody cares about squirrels. All the trees are grown up and some fell due to storm.

                 But whenever look at array of trees I can not stop to imagine myself singing from the top of the tallest tree. What song I  have to sing ?  Do I have a song of love ,peace or happiness. I live in

concrete colony with a concrete heart.  Do we have a song of just being human and not try to just become a robot?  I miss those days when there was many dreams and days were long enough to live.

                  Let this nightingale sing though us day by day ,word by word and most importantly may GOD give us the desire to sing until our last breath.

Crown on My Head

There is a crown on my head
Which drives me to live life ahead
It shines in starry nights
Makes my smiles so bright


It is made of love and affection
Day by day,it grown to perfection
I fly high in the sky
I have much greater odds to defy


I cannot throw away even a single bead and band
Just because it do not fit into society's dreamland
It is quite rough path to walk
But I chose to hold it on my head and talk


There are many rough roads of life
You have to suffer ,shine and survive.