An excerpt

आप सभी से एक वंदना है के अगर आपको कुछ भी पसंद आता है तो अपनी प्रतिक्रिया और टिप्पणियाँ ज़रुर दे,  उसे अपने दोस्तों के साथ फेसबुक, ट्विटर अथवा अन्य सामाजिक नेटवर्किंग साइटों पर ज़रूर साझा करें।
आप सबसे ऊपर अपना ई-मेल डाल कर इस ब्लोग की सदस्यता भी ले सकते है।
कवि अभी नया नया आया है, आपकी मदद के बिना नही बढ पाएगा।

कवि का हौंसला बढाने के लिए फेसबुक का यह पृष्ठ पसंद करें

‘What’s your caste?’ Ishit asked. ‘What’ I said, ‘you believe in these craps.’
‘It isn’t crap.’ he said ‘You must have born in a caste no? So tell me who you are?’
‘I am an Indian. No, actually I am a human.’ ‘That’s what I am.’
‘So what’s the problem? Why you want to know which caste I belong to? Isn’t it enough that I am a human being & your friend? Haven’t you seen krantiveer?’ I asked.
‘Is it a movie’ he questioned. ‘Yes, of course it’s a movie & I love its one dialogue said by nana patekar that if I take a bit of your blood & some of mine & mix it, can you identify which drop is yours? Oh no, you can’t? When god hasn’t made any difference, who are we to classify ourselves as Hindu, Muslim or Sikh?’ I explained him in the tone of scolding.
‘It’s true.’ He said after 2 minutes, ‘I am very sorry. I will never ask it from anybody as we all are the same. Same ears, Same eyes, Same blood, Same everything.’
‘Don’t be sorry but promise that you will never say sorry for this thing to anybody again.’ I said as I tried to console him. ‘I promise’ he said.
‘And what will you say when anybody ask you your caste.’ ‘A human being.’
‘A good human being instead’ I said as I hugged him & he broke into tears.
‘Don’t cry. You are not Katina. Grow up baby.’ And he laughed probably because I bring Katina in our talks… :/