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न मै दीवाना कहती हूँ न तो पागल समझती हूँ
तेरी यादो को इन पैरों की अब पायल समझती हूँ
हमारे दिल की दूरी घट नहीं सकती कभी क्यूंकि
न तुम मुझको समझते हो न मै तुमको समझती हूँ
मोहब्बत एक धोका है मोहब्बत एक फ़साना है
मोहब्बत सिर्फ ज़ज्बातों का झूठा कारखाना है
बहुत रोई हैं ये आँखें मोहब्बत की कहानी पर
तभी तो जानती हैं कौन अपना और बेगाना है
समय की मार ने आँखों के सब मंजर बदल डाले
ग़म-ऐ-जज़्बात ने यादो के सारे घर बदल डाले
मै अपने सात जन्मो में अभी तक ये नहीं समझी
न जाने क्यूँ भला तुमने भी अपने स्वर बदल डाले
ये सच है की मेरी उल्फत जुदाई सह नहीं पायी
मगर महफ़िल में सबके सामने कुछ कह नहीं पाई
मेरी आँखों के साहिल में समुन्दर इस कदर डूबा
बहुत ऊंची उठीं लहरें पर बाहर बह नहीं पाई
एक ऐसी पीर है दिल में जो जाहिर कर नहीं सकती
कोई बूटी मेरे दिल के जखम अब भर नहीं सकती
मेरी हालत तो उस माँ की प्रसव-पीड़ा से बदतर है
जो पीड़ा से तो व्याकुल है मगर कुछ कर नहीं सकती
बहोत अरमान आँखों में कभी हमने सजाये थे
तेरी यादो के बन्दनवार इस दर पर लगाये थे
तुम्हारा नाम ले लेकर वो अब भी हम पे हस्ते है
तुम्हारे वास्ते जो गीत हमने गुनगुनाये थे !!
तुम्हारे साथ हूँ फिर भी अकेली हूँ ये लगता है
मै अब वीरान रातों की सहेली हूँ ये लगता है
न जाने मेरे जज्बातों की पीड़ा कौन समझेगा
मैं जग में एक अनसुलझी पहेली हूँ ये लगता है
इस दीवानेपन में हमने धरती अम्बर छोड़ दिया
उनकी पग रज की चाहत में घर आँगन छोड़ दिया
कुछ कुछ जैसे मीरा ने त्यागा अपना धन वैभव
कान्हा की खातिर ज्यूँ राधा ने वृन्दावन छोड़ दिया
ये दिल रोया पर आंसू आँख से बहार नहीं निकले
हमारे दिल से तेरी याद के नश्तर नहीं निकले
तुम्हारी चाहतो ने इस कदर बदनाम कर डाला
किसी के हो सके हम इतने खुशकिस्मत नहीं निकले
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Sunday, June 19, 2011
Pyar nahin de paunga !!!-----> One of the Best !!
O kalp-vraksh ki son-juhi
O amal-tas ki amar kali
Dharti ke aatap se jalte
Man par chaayi nirmal badli
Main tumko madhu-sad-gandh yukt, sansaar nahi de paunga !
Tum mujhko karna maaf priye main pyar nahi de paunga !!
Tum kalp-vraksh ka fool aur
Main dharti ka adna gayak
Tum jeewan ke upbhog yogya
Main nahi adhuri gazal shubhey
Tum saam-gaan si pawan ho
Himshikharon par sehsa kaundha
Bijuri si tum man bhawan ho
Isliye vyarth shabdo wala, vyapar nahi de paunga !
Tum mujhko karna maaf priye main pyar nahi de paunga !!
Tum jis shaiya par shayan karo
Veh sheer sindh si pawan ho
Jis aangan ki ho maul-shree
Veh aangan kya vrandawan ho
Jin adhron ka chumban pao
Veh adhar nahin ganga tat ho
Jiski chaya ban saath raho
Veh vyakti nahin vanshi-vat ho
Par main vat jaisa saghan chaaon ,vistaar nahin de paunga !
Tum mujhko karna maaf main pyar nahi de paunga !!
Main tumko chand sitaron ka
Saupun uphar bhala kaise
Main yayavar banjara sadhu
sur-sansar bhala kaise
Main jeewan ke prashno se nata
Tod, tumhare saath shubhe !
Barudi bichi dharti par kar loon
Do pal pyar bhala kaise
Isliye vivash har aanson ko, satkaar nahi de paunga !
Tum mujhko karna maaf tumhe main pyar nahi de paunga !!
By Dr. Kumar Vishwas
O amal-tas ki amar kali
Dharti ke aatap se jalte
Man par chaayi nirmal badli
Main tumko madhu-sad-gandh yukt, sansaar nahi de paunga !
Tum mujhko karna maaf priye main pyar nahi de paunga !!
Tum kalp-vraksh ka fool aur
Main dharti ka adna gayak
Tum jeewan ke upbhog yogya
Main nahi adhuri gazal shubhey
Tum saam-gaan si pawan ho
Himshikharon par sehsa kaundha
Bijuri si tum man bhawan ho
Isliye vyarth shabdo wala, vyapar nahi de paunga !
Tum mujhko karna maaf priye main pyar nahi de paunga !!
Tum jis shaiya par shayan karo
Veh sheer sindh si pawan ho
Jis aangan ki ho maul-shree
Veh aangan kya vrandawan ho
Jin adhron ka chumban pao
Veh adhar nahin ganga tat ho
Jiski chaya ban saath raho
Veh vyakti nahin vanshi-vat ho
Par main vat jaisa saghan chaaon ,vistaar nahin de paunga !
Tum mujhko karna maaf main pyar nahi de paunga !!
Main tumko chand sitaron ka
Saupun uphar bhala kaise
Main yayavar banjara sadhu
sur-sansar bhala kaise
Main jeewan ke prashno se nata
Tod, tumhare saath shubhe !
Barudi bichi dharti par kar loon
Do pal pyar bhala kaise
Isliye vivash har aanson ko, satkaar nahi de paunga !
Tum mujhko karna maaf tumhe main pyar nahi de paunga !!
By Dr. Kumar Vishwas
Jeevan Nahi Mara Karta Hai
छिप छिप अश्रु बहाने वालो
मोती व्यर्थ लुटाने वालो
कुछ सपनो के मर जाने से
जीवन नही मरा करता है
सपना क्या है, नयन सेज पर
सोया हुआ आंख का पानी
और टूटना है उसका ज्यों
जागे कच्ची नींद जवानी
गीली उमर बनाने वालो
डूबे बिना नहाने वालो
कुछ पानी के बह जाने से
सावन नही मरा करता है
माला बिखर गई तो क्या
खुद ही हल हो गई समस्या
आँसू ग़र नीलाम हुए तो
समझो पूरी हुई तपस्या
रूठे दिवस मनाने वालो
फटी कमीज़ सिलाने वालो
कुछ दीपों के बुझ जाने से
आंगन नही मरा करता है
खोता कुछ भी नहीं यहाँ पर
के़वल जिल्द बदलती पोथी
जैसे रात उतार चांदनी
पहने सुबह धूप की धोती
वस्त्र बदलकर आने वालो
चाल बदलकर जाने वालो
चंद खिलौनों के खोने से
बचपन नही मरा करता है
लाखों बार गगरियां फूटीं
शि़क़न न आई पर पनघट पर
लाखों बार कश्तियां डूबीं
चहल पहल वोही है तट पर
तम की उम्र बढाने वालो
लौ की आयु घटाने वालो
लाख करे पतझर कोशिश पर
उपवन नही मरा करता है
लूट लिया माली ने उपवन
लुटी न लेकिन गंध फूल की
तूफानों तक ने छेड़ा पर
खिड़की बंद न हुई धूल की
नफरत गले लगाने वालो
सब पर धूल उडाने वालो
कुछ मुखडों की नाराज़ी से
दर्पन नही मरा करता है
जीवन नही मरा करता है
मोती व्यर्थ लुटाने वालो
कुछ सपनो के मर जाने से
जीवन नही मरा करता है
सपना क्या है, नयन सेज पर
सोया हुआ आंख का पानी
और टूटना है उसका ज्यों
जागे कच्ची नींद जवानी
गीली उमर बनाने वालो
डूबे बिना नहाने वालो
कुछ पानी के बह जाने से
सावन नही मरा करता है
माला बिखर गई तो क्या
खुद ही हल हो गई समस्या
आँसू ग़र नीलाम हुए तो
समझो पूरी हुई तपस्या
रूठे दिवस मनाने वालो
फटी कमीज़ सिलाने वालो
कुछ दीपों के बुझ जाने से
आंगन नही मरा करता है
खोता कुछ भी नहीं यहाँ पर
के़वल जिल्द बदलती पोथी
जैसे रात उतार चांदनी
पहने सुबह धूप की धोती
वस्त्र बदलकर आने वालो
चाल बदलकर जाने वालो
चंद खिलौनों के खोने से
बचपन नही मरा करता है
लाखों बार गगरियां फूटीं
शि़क़न न आई पर पनघट पर
लाखों बार कश्तियां डूबीं
चहल पहल वोही है तट पर
तम की उम्र बढाने वालो
लौ की आयु घटाने वालो
लाख करे पतझर कोशिश पर
उपवन नही मरा करता है
लूट लिया माली ने उपवन
लुटी न लेकिन गंध फूल की
तूफानों तक ने छेड़ा पर
खिड़की बंद न हुई धूल की
नफरत गले लगाने वालो
सब पर धूल उडाने वालो
कुछ मुखडों की नाराज़ी से
दर्पन नही मरा करता है
जीवन नही मरा करता है
Meri Deewaandi Apna Thikhaana Dhund Leti Hai
मेरी खामोशियों में भी फसाना ढूंढ लेती है
मेरी खामोशियों में भी फसाना ढूंढ लेती है
बड़ी शातिर है ये दुनिया बहाना ढूंढ लेती है
हकीकत जिद किए बैठी है चकनाचूर करने को
मगर हर आंख फिर सपना सुहाना ढूंढ लेती है
न चिडि़या की कमाई है न कारोबार है कोई
वो केवल हौसले से आबोदाना ढूंढ लेती है
समझ पाई न दुनिया मस्लहत मंसूर की अब तक
जो सूली पर भी हंसना मुस्कुराना ढूंढ लेती है
उठाती है जो खतरा हर कदम पर डूब जाने का
वही कोशिश समन्दर में खजाना ढूंढ लेती है
जुनूं मंजिल का, राहों में बचाता है भटकने से
मेरी दीवानगी अपना ठिकाना ढूंढ लेती है
मेरी खामोशियों में भी फसाना ढूंढ लेती है
बड़ी शातिर है ये दुनिया बहाना ढूंढ लेती है
हकीकत जिद किए बैठी है चकनाचूर करने को
मगर हर आंख फिर सपना सुहाना ढूंढ लेती है
न चिडि़या की कमाई है न कारोबार है कोई
वो केवल हौसले से आबोदाना ढूंढ लेती है
समझ पाई न दुनिया मस्लहत मंसूर की अब तक
जो सूली पर भी हंसना मुस्कुराना ढूंढ लेती है
उठाती है जो खतरा हर कदम पर डूब जाने का
वही कोशिश समन्दर में खजाना ढूंढ लेती है
जुनूं मंजिल का, राहों में बचाता है भटकने से
मेरी दीवानगी अपना ठिकाना ढूंढ लेती है
Pyar ka dard By Dr. Neeraj Das
mai peeda ka raj kunvar hun, tum shahjadi roopnagar ki,
ho bhi gaya prem ham me to bolo, milan kahan par hoga.
mera kurta sila dukhon ne,
badnami ne kaj nikale,
tum jo anchal odhe usme
ambar ne khud jade sitare.
mai keval pani hi pani, tum keval madira hi madira,
mit bhi gaya bhed tan ka to, man ka havan kahan par hoga.
mai janma isliye ki
thodi umra ansuon ki badh jae.
tum aai is hetu ki menhdi,
roj nae kangan banavae,
tum udayachal, mai astachal, tum sukhant ki mai dukhanta ki,
mil bhi gae ank apne to ras avataran kahan par hoga.
meelon jahan na pata khushi ka,
mai us angan ka iklauta,
tum us ghar ki kali jahan,
nit honth kare geeton ka nyauta,
meri umar amavas kali aur tumhari poonam gori,
mil bhi gai rashi apni to bolo lagan kahan par hoga
itna dani nahi samay ki,
har gamale me phool khila de,
itni bhavuk nahi jindagi,
har khat ka uttar bhijva de,
milna apna saral nahi par, phir bhi yah socha karta hun,
jab na adami pyar karega, jane bhuvan kahan par hoga
ho bhi gaya prem ham me to bolo, milan kahan par hoga.
ho bhi gaya prem ham me to bolo, milan kahan par hoga.
mera kurta sila dukhon ne,
badnami ne kaj nikale,
tum jo anchal odhe usme
ambar ne khud jade sitare.
mai keval pani hi pani, tum keval madira hi madira,
mit bhi gaya bhed tan ka to, man ka havan kahan par hoga.
mai janma isliye ki
thodi umra ansuon ki badh jae.
tum aai is hetu ki menhdi,
roj nae kangan banavae,
tum udayachal, mai astachal, tum sukhant ki mai dukhanta ki,
mil bhi gae ank apne to ras avataran kahan par hoga.
meelon jahan na pata khushi ka,
mai us angan ka iklauta,
tum us ghar ki kali jahan,
nit honth kare geeton ka nyauta,
meri umar amavas kali aur tumhari poonam gori,
mil bhi gai rashi apni to bolo lagan kahan par hoga
itna dani nahi samay ki,
har gamale me phool khila de,
itni bhavuk nahi jindagi,
har khat ka uttar bhijva de,
milna apna saral nahi par, phir bhi yah socha karta hun,
jab na adami pyar karega, jane bhuvan kahan par hoga
ho bhi gaya prem ham me to bolo, milan kahan par hoga.
"monsoon aane wala hein"
भभकता सूरज, गर्म हवाए, सूखती धरती..
मरते लोग...सब कुछ तो ठीक था....
हर साल यही तो होता हे..
फिर भी स्कूल से लौटी छुटकी ने
थेला रखकर आँगन मे..
जाने कौनसा गीत गाने लगी..
जोर-जोर से चिल्लाने लगी..
कि मानसून आने वाला हे
भाई मानसून आने वाला हे..
सत्तर पार की संतो काकी..
बैचेन होकर चारपाई से उतरी..
उछलती छुटकी का हाथ दबोचा..
लकडी से डराकर कहने लगी..
"मुई पेट भरने को दाना नहीं..
पानी का भी ठिकाना नहीं
घर की इस बिगडी हालत मे
किसको न्योता दे आई"
कि मानसून आने वाला हे
भाई मानसून आने वाला हे..
इतने मे छुटकी हाथ छुड़ाकर
भागी सरपट दुम दबाकर
गोद मे जाकर अपनी माँ को
हस-हसके समझा ने लगी
फिर दोनों उठकर बीच आँगन मे
हसते-हसते गाने लगी..
कि मानसून आने वाला हैं
भाई मानसून आने वाला हैं..
लछमन चाचा घर पर आया
उसको भी सबने समझाया
पुराने छप्पर को नया बनाओ
सूखे होज़ को साफ कराओ
इस बार ये पानी बह न जाए
छुटकी गौर से, बात बताने लगी..
कि मानसून आने वाला हैं
भाई मानसून आने वाला हैं ..
सूखी धरती पर हरियाली होगी
गायों कि बात निराली होगी
जब मिलेगा उनको खूब चारा
फिर बदलेगा वक़्त हमारा
देख आसमा, लछमन चाचा
मन ही मन गुनगुनाने लगा
कि मानसून आने वाला हैं
भाई मानसून आने वाला हैं..
अब संतो कि समझ में आया
दुआ में उसने हाथ उठाया
घर में फिर खुशहाली लादे
राधा कि फिर गोद भरादे
गीले आँगन में खेलता मुन्ना
सोच-सोच, इतराने लगी
बूढी आँखों से आंसू छलका कर
अब संतो काकी गाने लगी
कि मानसून आने वाला हैं
भाई मानसून आने वाला हैं..
मरते लोग...सब कुछ तो ठीक था....
हर साल यही तो होता हे..
फिर भी स्कूल से लौटी छुटकी ने
थेला रखकर आँगन मे..
जाने कौनसा गीत गाने लगी..
जोर-जोर से चिल्लाने लगी..
कि मानसून आने वाला हे
भाई मानसून आने वाला हे..
सत्तर पार की संतो काकी..
बैचेन होकर चारपाई से उतरी..
उछलती छुटकी का हाथ दबोचा..
लकडी से डराकर कहने लगी..
"मुई पेट भरने को दाना नहीं..
पानी का भी ठिकाना नहीं
घर की इस बिगडी हालत मे
किसको न्योता दे आई"
कि मानसून आने वाला हे
भाई मानसून आने वाला हे..
इतने मे छुटकी हाथ छुड़ाकर
भागी सरपट दुम दबाकर
गोद मे जाकर अपनी माँ को
हस-हसके समझा ने लगी
फिर दोनों उठकर बीच आँगन मे
हसते-हसते गाने लगी..
कि मानसून आने वाला हैं
भाई मानसून आने वाला हैं..
लछमन चाचा घर पर आया
उसको भी सबने समझाया
पुराने छप्पर को नया बनाओ
सूखे होज़ को साफ कराओ
इस बार ये पानी बह न जाए
छुटकी गौर से, बात बताने लगी..
कि मानसून आने वाला हैं
भाई मानसून आने वाला हैं ..
सूखी धरती पर हरियाली होगी
गायों कि बात निराली होगी
जब मिलेगा उनको खूब चारा
फिर बदलेगा वक़्त हमारा
देख आसमा, लछमन चाचा
मन ही मन गुनगुनाने लगा
कि मानसून आने वाला हैं
भाई मानसून आने वाला हैं..
अब संतो कि समझ में आया
दुआ में उसने हाथ उठाया
घर में फिर खुशहाली लादे
राधा कि फिर गोद भरादे
गीले आँगन में खेलता मुन्ना
सोच-सोच, इतराने लगी
बूढी आँखों से आंसू छलका कर
अब संतो काकी गाने लगी
कि मानसून आने वाला हैं
भाई मानसून आने वाला हैं..
Monday, March 21, 2011
The real History of Nehru Gandhi family - the owner of congress party
INTERESTING HISTORY!
At the very beginning of his book, "The Nehru Dynasty", astrologer K.N.Rao mentions the names of Jawaharlal's father and grandfather.
Jawahar Lal's father was believed to be Motilal and Motilal's father was one Gangadhar Nehru.
And we all know that Jawaharlal's only daughter was Indira Priyadarshini Nehru; Kamala Nehru was her mother, who died in Switzerland of tuberculosis.
She was totally against Indira's proposed marriage with Feroze.
Why? No one tells us that!
Now, who is this Feroze?
We are told by many that he was the son of the family grocer.
The grocer supplied wines,etc. to Anand Bhavan (previously known as Ishrat Manzil)
What was the family grocer's name?
One frequently hears that Rajiv Gandhi's grandfather was Pandit Nehru.
But then we all know that everyone has two grandfathers, the paternal and the maternal grandfathers.
In fact, the paternal grandfather is deemed to be the more important grandfather in most societies.
Why is it then, no where, we find Rajiv Gandhi's paternal grandfather's name?
It appears that the reason is simply this. Rajiv Gandhi's paternal grandfather was a Muslim gentleman from the Junagadh area of Gujarat.
This Muslim grocer by the name of Nawab Khan, had married a Parsi woman after converting her to Islam.
This is the source where from the myth of Rajiv being a Parsi was derived.
Rajiv's father Feroze, was Feroze Khan before he married Indira, against Kamala Nehru's wishes.
Feroze's mother's family name was Ghandy, often associated with Parsis and this was changed to Gandhi,sometime before his wedding with Indira, by an affidavit.
The fact of the matter is that (and this fact can be found in many writings) Indira was very lonely. Chased out of the Shantiniketan University by Guru Dev Rabindranath himself for misdemeanor, the lonely girl was all by herself,
while father Jawahar was busy with politics, pretty women and illicit sex;
the mother was in hospital.
Feroze Khan, the grocer's son was then in England and he was quite sympathetic to Indira and soon enough she changed her religion, became a Muslim woman and married Feroze Khan in a London mosque.
Nehru was not happy; Kamala was dead already or dying. The news of this marriage eventually reached Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi (better known as Mahatma Gandhi).
Gandhi urgently called Nehru and practically ordered him to ask the young man to change his name from Khan to Gandhi. It had nothing to do with change of religion, from Islam to Hinduism for instance.
It was just a case of a change of name by an affidavit. And so Feroze Khan became Feroze Gandhi.
The surprising thing is that the apostle of truth, the old man soon to be declared India's Mahatma and the 'Father of the Nation' didn't mention this game of his in the famous book, 'My Experiments with Truth'. Why?
When they returned to India, amock 'Vedic marriage' was instituted for public consumption.
On this subject,writes M.O. Mathai (a longtime Private Secretary of Nehru) in his renowned (but now suppressed by the GOI! ) 'Reminiscences of the Nehru Age' on page94, second paragraph: "For some inexplicable reason, Nehru allowed the marriage to be performed according to Vedic rites in 1942. An inter-religious and inter-caste marriage under Vedic rites at that time was not valid in law. To be legal, it had to be a civil marriage."
It's a known fact that after Rajiv's birth Indira and Feroze lived separately, but they were not divorced.
Feroze used to harass Nehru frequently for money and also interfere in Nehru's political activities. Nehru got fed up and left instructions not to allow him into the Prime Minister's residence Trimurthi Bhavan.
Mathai writes that the death of Feroze came as a relief to Nehru and Indira. The death of Feroze in 1960 before he could consolidate his own political forces, is itself a mystery. Feroze had even planned to remarry.
Those who try to keep tabs on our leaders in spite of all the suppressions and deliberate misinformation, are aware of the fact that the second son of Indira (or Mrs.Feroze Khan) known as Sanjay Gandhi was not the son of Feroze.
He was the son of another Muslim gentleman, Mohammad Yunus.
Here, in passing, we might mention that the second son was originally named Sanjiv. It rhymed with Rajiv, the elder brother's name.
It was changed to Sanjay when he was arrested by the British police in England and his passport impounded, for having stolen a car.
Krishna Menon was then India's High Commissioner in London. He offered to issue another passport to the felon who changed his name to Sanjay.
Incidentally, Sanjay's marriage with the Sikh girl Menaka (now they call her Maneka for Indira Gandhi found the name of mythological Lord Indra's Court dancer rather offensive !!) took place quite surprisingly in Mohammad Yunus's house in New Delhi.
And the marriage with Menaka who was a model (She had model for Bombay Dyeing wearing just a towel) was not so ordinary either.
Sanjay was notorious in getting unwed young women pregnant. Menaka too was rendered pregnant by Sanjay.
It was then that her father,Colonel Anand, threatened Sanjay with dire consequences if he did not marry her daughter. And that did the trick.
Sanjay married Menaka. It was widely reported in Delhi at the time that Mohammad Yunus was unhappy at the marriage of Sanjay with Menaka.
Apparently he had wanted to get him married with a Muslim girl of his choice.
It was Mohammad Yunus who cried the most when Sanjay died in the plane accident
In Yunus's book, 'Persons, Passions & Politics' one discovers that baby Sanjay had been circumcised following Islamic custom, although the reason stated was phimosis.
It was always believed that Sanjay used to blackmail Indira Gandhi and due to this she used to turn a blind eye when Sanjay Gandhi started to run the country as though it were his personal freedom.
Was he black mailing her with the secret of who his real father was?
When the news of Sanjay's death reached Indira Gandhi, the first thing she wanted to know was about the bunch of keys which Sanjay had with him.
Nehru was no less a player in producing bastards.
At least one case is very graphically described by M.O. Mathai in his "Reminiscences of the NehruAge", page 206.
Mathai writes:
"In the autumn of 1948 a young woman from Benares arrived in New Delhi as a sanyasini named Shraddha Mata (an assumed and not a real name). She was a Sanskrit scholar well versed in the ancient Indian scriptures and mythology. People, including MPs, thronged to her to hear her discourses. One day S.D. Upadhyaya, Nehru's old employee, brought a letter in Hindi from Shraddha Mata. Nehru gave her an interview in the PM's house. As she departed, I noticed (Mathai is speaking here) that she was young, shapely and beautiful. Meetings of Nehru with her became rather frequent, mostly after he finished his work at night. During one of Nehru's visits to Lucknow, Shraddha Mata turned up there and Upadhyaya brought a letter from her as usual. Nehru sent her the reply and she visited Nehru at midnight...“
Suddenly Shraddha Mata disappeared.
In November 1949 a convent in Bangalore sent a decent looking person to Delhi with a bundle of letters. He said that a young woman from northern India arrived at the convent a few months ago and gave birth to a baby boy. She refused to divulge her name or give any particulars about herself.
She left the convent as soon as she was well enough to move out but left the child behind.
She however forgot to take with her a small cloth bundle in which, among other things, several letters in Hindi were found. The Mother Superior, who was a foreigner, had the letters examined and was told they were from the Prime Minister.
The person who brought the letters surrendered them..."I (Mathai) made discreet inquiries repeatedly about the boy but failed to get a clue about his hereabouts. Convents in such matters are extremely tightlipped and secretive.
Had I succeeded in locating the boy, I would have adopted him. He must have grown up as a Catholic Christian blissfully ignorant of who his father was."
Coming back to Rajiv Gandhi,
we all know now that he changed his so called Parsi religion to become a Catholic to marry Sania Maino of Turin, Italy.
Rajiv became Roberto.
His daughter's name is Bianca and son's name is Raul.
Quite cleverly the same names are presented to the people of India as Priyanka and Rahul.
What is amazing is the extent of our people's ignorance in such matters.
The press conference that Rajiv Gandhi gave in London after taking over as Prime minister of India was very informative. In this press conference, Rajiv boasted that he was NOT a Hindu but a Parsi.
Mind you, speaking of the Parsi religion, he had no Parsi ancestor at all.
His grandmother (father's mother) had turned Muslim after having abandoned the Parsi religion to marry Nawab Khan.
It is the western press that waged a blitz of misinformation on behalf of Rajiv. From the New York Times to the Los Angeles Times and the Washington Post, the big guns raised Rajiv to heaven.
The children's encyclopedias recorded that Rajiv was a qualified Mechanical Engineer from the revered University of Cambridge. No doubt US kids are among the most misinformed in the world today!
The reality is that in all three years of his tenure at that University Rajiv had not passed a single exam. He had therefore to leave Cambridge without a certificate.
Sonia too had the same benevolent treatment. She was stated to be a student in Cambridge. Such a description is calculated to mislead Indians. She was a student in Cambridge all right, but not of the University of Cambridge , but of one of those fly by night language schools where foreign students come to learn English. Sonia was working as an 'au pair' girl in Cambridge and trying to learn English at the same time.
And surprise of surprises, Rajiv was even cremated as per Vedic rites in full view of India's public.
This is the Nehru dynasty that India worships and now a foreigner leads a prestigious national party because of just one qualification being married into the Nehru family.
Maneka Gandhi, though Indian, herself is being accepted by the non-Congress parties not because she was a former model or an animal lover, but for her links to the Nehru family.
Saying that an Italian (or any foreigner) should not lead India will amount to narrow mindedness, but if Sania Maino (now Sonia) had served India like, say, Mother Teresa or Annie Besant, i.e. in anyway on her own rights, then all Indians should be proud of her just as how proud we are of Mother Teresa.
OR
Saying that any other party which comes to rule India is better is again equally worse.
The point is Indians who nominate the people to stand in these elections; and the people who vote their rulers (i.e. the authorities) must know that truth eventually come out some day.
Dont allow the famous land of India (our motherland) to be looked down by others
At the very beginning of his book, "The Nehru Dynasty", astrologer K.N.Rao mentions the names of Jawaharlal's father and grandfather.
Jawahar Lal's father was believed to be Motilal and Motilal's father was one Gangadhar Nehru.
And we all know that Jawaharlal's only daughter was Indira Priyadarshini Nehru; Kamala Nehru was her mother, who died in Switzerland of tuberculosis.
She was totally against Indira's proposed marriage with Feroze.
Why? No one tells us that!
Now, who is this Feroze?
We are told by many that he was the son of the family grocer.
The grocer supplied wines,etc. to Anand Bhavan (previously known as Ishrat Manzil)
What was the family grocer's name?
One frequently hears that Rajiv Gandhi's grandfather was Pandit Nehru.
But then we all know that everyone has two grandfathers, the paternal and the maternal grandfathers.
In fact, the paternal grandfather is deemed to be the more important grandfather in most societies.
Why is it then, no where, we find Rajiv Gandhi's paternal grandfather's name?
It appears that the reason is simply this. Rajiv Gandhi's paternal grandfather was a Muslim gentleman from the Junagadh area of Gujarat.
This Muslim grocer by the name of Nawab Khan, had married a Parsi woman after converting her to Islam.
This is the source where from the myth of Rajiv being a Parsi was derived.
Rajiv's father Feroze, was Feroze Khan before he married Indira, against Kamala Nehru's wishes.
Feroze's mother's family name was Ghandy, often associated with Parsis and this was changed to Gandhi,sometime before his wedding with Indira, by an affidavit.
The fact of the matter is that (and this fact can be found in many writings) Indira was very lonely. Chased out of the Shantiniketan University by Guru Dev Rabindranath himself for misdemeanor, the lonely girl was all by herself,
while father Jawahar was busy with politics, pretty women and illicit sex;
the mother was in hospital.
Feroze Khan, the grocer's son was then in England and he was quite sympathetic to Indira and soon enough she changed her religion, became a Muslim woman and married Feroze Khan in a London mosque.
Nehru was not happy; Kamala was dead already or dying. The news of this marriage eventually reached Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi (better known as Mahatma Gandhi).
Gandhi urgently called Nehru and practically ordered him to ask the young man to change his name from Khan to Gandhi. It had nothing to do with change of religion, from Islam to Hinduism for instance.
It was just a case of a change of name by an affidavit. And so Feroze Khan became Feroze Gandhi.
The surprising thing is that the apostle of truth, the old man soon to be declared India's Mahatma and the 'Father of the Nation' didn't mention this game of his in the famous book, 'My Experiments with Truth'. Why?
When they returned to India, amock 'Vedic marriage' was instituted for public consumption.
On this subject,writes M.O. Mathai (a longtime Private Secretary of Nehru) in his renowned (but now suppressed by the GOI! ) 'Reminiscences of the Nehru Age' on page94, second paragraph: "For some inexplicable reason, Nehru allowed the marriage to be performed according to Vedic rites in 1942. An inter-religious and inter-caste marriage under Vedic rites at that time was not valid in law. To be legal, it had to be a civil marriage."
It's a known fact that after Rajiv's birth Indira and Feroze lived separately, but they were not divorced.
Feroze used to harass Nehru frequently for money and also interfere in Nehru's political activities. Nehru got fed up and left instructions not to allow him into the Prime Minister's residence Trimurthi Bhavan.
Mathai writes that the death of Feroze came as a relief to Nehru and Indira. The death of Feroze in 1960 before he could consolidate his own political forces, is itself a mystery. Feroze had even planned to remarry.
Those who try to keep tabs on our leaders in spite of all the suppressions and deliberate misinformation, are aware of the fact that the second son of Indira (or Mrs.Feroze Khan) known as Sanjay Gandhi was not the son of Feroze.
He was the son of another Muslim gentleman, Mohammad Yunus.
Here, in passing, we might mention that the second son was originally named Sanjiv. It rhymed with Rajiv, the elder brother's name.
It was changed to Sanjay when he was arrested by the British police in England and his passport impounded, for having stolen a car.
Krishna Menon was then India's High Commissioner in London. He offered to issue another passport to the felon who changed his name to Sanjay.
Incidentally, Sanjay's marriage with the Sikh girl Menaka (now they call her Maneka for Indira Gandhi found the name of mythological Lord Indra's Court dancer rather offensive !!) took place quite surprisingly in Mohammad Yunus's house in New Delhi.
And the marriage with Menaka who was a model (She had model for Bombay Dyeing wearing just a towel) was not so ordinary either.
Sanjay was notorious in getting unwed young women pregnant. Menaka too was rendered pregnant by Sanjay.
It was then that her father,Colonel Anand, threatened Sanjay with dire consequences if he did not marry her daughter. And that did the trick.
Sanjay married Menaka. It was widely reported in Delhi at the time that Mohammad Yunus was unhappy at the marriage of Sanjay with Menaka.
Apparently he had wanted to get him married with a Muslim girl of his choice.
It was Mohammad Yunus who cried the most when Sanjay died in the plane accident
In Yunus's book, 'Persons, Passions & Politics' one discovers that baby Sanjay had been circumcised following Islamic custom, although the reason stated was phimosis.
It was always believed that Sanjay used to blackmail Indira Gandhi and due to this she used to turn a blind eye when Sanjay Gandhi started to run the country as though it were his personal freedom.
Was he black mailing her with the secret of who his real father was?
When the news of Sanjay's death reached Indira Gandhi, the first thing she wanted to know was about the bunch of keys which Sanjay had with him.
Nehru was no less a player in producing bastards.
At least one case is very graphically described by M.O. Mathai in his "Reminiscences of the NehruAge", page 206.
Mathai writes:
"In the autumn of 1948 a young woman from Benares arrived in New Delhi as a sanyasini named Shraddha Mata (an assumed and not a real name). She was a Sanskrit scholar well versed in the ancient Indian scriptures and mythology. People, including MPs, thronged to her to hear her discourses. One day S.D. Upadhyaya, Nehru's old employee, brought a letter in Hindi from Shraddha Mata. Nehru gave her an interview in the PM's house. As she departed, I noticed (Mathai is speaking here) that she was young, shapely and beautiful. Meetings of Nehru with her became rather frequent, mostly after he finished his work at night. During one of Nehru's visits to Lucknow, Shraddha Mata turned up there and Upadhyaya brought a letter from her as usual. Nehru sent her the reply and she visited Nehru at midnight...“
Suddenly Shraddha Mata disappeared.
In November 1949 a convent in Bangalore sent a decent looking person to Delhi with a bundle of letters. He said that a young woman from northern India arrived at the convent a few months ago and gave birth to a baby boy. She refused to divulge her name or give any particulars about herself.
She left the convent as soon as she was well enough to move out but left the child behind.
She however forgot to take with her a small cloth bundle in which, among other things, several letters in Hindi were found. The Mother Superior, who was a foreigner, had the letters examined and was told they were from the Prime Minister.
The person who brought the letters surrendered them..."I (Mathai) made discreet inquiries repeatedly about the boy but failed to get a clue about his hereabouts. Convents in such matters are extremely tightlipped and secretive.
Had I succeeded in locating the boy, I would have adopted him. He must have grown up as a Catholic Christian blissfully ignorant of who his father was."
Coming back to Rajiv Gandhi,
we all know now that he changed his so called Parsi religion to become a Catholic to marry Sania Maino of Turin, Italy.
Rajiv became Roberto.
His daughter's name is Bianca and son's name is Raul.
Quite cleverly the same names are presented to the people of India as Priyanka and Rahul.
What is amazing is the extent of our people's ignorance in such matters.
The press conference that Rajiv Gandhi gave in London after taking over as Prime minister of India was very informative. In this press conference, Rajiv boasted that he was NOT a Hindu but a Parsi.
Mind you, speaking of the Parsi religion, he had no Parsi ancestor at all.
His grandmother (father's mother) had turned Muslim after having abandoned the Parsi religion to marry Nawab Khan.
It is the western press that waged a blitz of misinformation on behalf of Rajiv. From the New York Times to the Los Angeles Times and the Washington Post, the big guns raised Rajiv to heaven.
The children's encyclopedias recorded that Rajiv was a qualified Mechanical Engineer from the revered University of Cambridge. No doubt US kids are among the most misinformed in the world today!
The reality is that in all three years of his tenure at that University Rajiv had not passed a single exam. He had therefore to leave Cambridge without a certificate.
Sonia too had the same benevolent treatment. She was stated to be a student in Cambridge. Such a description is calculated to mislead Indians. She was a student in Cambridge all right, but not of the University of Cambridge , but of one of those fly by night language schools where foreign students come to learn English. Sonia was working as an 'au pair' girl in Cambridge and trying to learn English at the same time.
And surprise of surprises, Rajiv was even cremated as per Vedic rites in full view of India's public.
This is the Nehru dynasty that India worships and now a foreigner leads a prestigious national party because of just one qualification being married into the Nehru family.
Maneka Gandhi, though Indian, herself is being accepted by the non-Congress parties not because she was a former model or an animal lover, but for her links to the Nehru family.
Saying that an Italian (or any foreigner) should not lead India will amount to narrow mindedness, but if Sania Maino (now Sonia) had served India like, say, Mother Teresa or Annie Besant, i.e. in anyway on her own rights, then all Indians should be proud of her just as how proud we are of Mother Teresa.
OR
Saying that any other party which comes to rule India is better is again equally worse.
The point is Indians who nominate the people to stand in these elections; and the people who vote their rulers (i.e. the authorities) must know that truth eventually come out some day.
Dont allow the famous land of India (our motherland) to be looked down by others
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