Varsaad Bhinjve,Ramesh Parekh

"Varsaad Bhinjve" is a poem by Gujarati Poet-Ramesh Parekh.The title means 'Baarish Bhigoye' aur 'Rain Drenches'...........basically its about Rain......I havent managed to translate and transliterate the whole poem....the lines that I have translated and transliterate are my favourite lines of the poem.Some of the Hindi spellings mite be flawed.


"અહીં આપણે બે અને વરસાદ ભીંજવે
મને ભીંજવે તું તને વરસાદ ભીંજવે"

"ahi aapne be ane varsaad bhinjve
mane bhinjve tu tane varsaad bhinjve"

" यहाँ हम दो और बारिश भिगोये
मुझे भिगोये तु और तुझे बारिश भिगोये "

"yahan hum do aur baarish bhigoye
mujhe bhigoye tu tujhe baarish bhigoye"

Varsaad Bhinjve

વરસાદ ભીંજવે

આકળવિકળ આંખકાન વરસાદ ભીંજવે
હાલકડોલક ભાનસાન વરસાદ ભીંજવે

ચોમાસું નભ વચ્ચે લથબથ સોળ કળાએ ઉગ્યું રે વરસાદ ભીંજવે
અજવાળું ઝોકાર લોહીની પાંગત સુધી પૂગ્યું રે વરસાદ ભીંજવે

નહીં છાલક, નહીં છાંટા રે વરસાદ ભીંજવે
દરિયા ઉભા ફાટ્યા રે વરસાદ ભીંજવે

ઘરમાંથી તોતિંગ ઓરડા ફાળ મારતા છૂટ્યા રે વરસાદ ભીંજવે
ધૂળ લવકતા રસ્તા ખળખળ વળાંક ખાતા ખૂટ્યા રે વરસાદ ભીંજવે

પગના અંતરિયાળપણાને ફળિયામાં ધક્કેલો રે વરસાદ ભીંજવે
નેવાં નીચે ભડભડ બળતો જીવ પલળવા મેલો રે વરસાદ ભીંજવે

બંધ હોઠમાં સોળ વરસની કન્યા આળસ મરડે રે વરસાદ ભીંજવે
લીલોધમ્મર નાગ જીવને અનરાધારે કરડે રે વરસાદ ભીંજવે

અહીં આપણે બે અને વરસાદ ભીંજવે
મને ભીંજવે તું તને વરસાદ ભીંજવે

થરથર ભીંજે આંખકાન, વરસાદ ભીંજવે,
કોને કોનાં ભાનસાન, વરસાદ ભીંજવે.

-રમેશ પારેખ

Where's the Rain?

"RAIN RAIN,GO AWAY,
LITTLE JOHNNY WANTS TO PLAY."

I have never really liked this nursery rhyme.Why the hell would anyone ask Rain to go,'Little Johnny' can play in the Rain as well.It seems as if someone out there has been praying hard to the Rain to go away cos it is hardly raining this monsoon.Monsoon is almost drawing to a close but Calcutta has hardly experienced it this time.I love the Rains and I have been wishing all this while for a downpour..a downpour which I n Calcutta have always been witness to.But the Rains arent keen on obliging me this time and hence there is a shower here n there wich doesnt even last for 15 mins.

I havent got wet this time the way I always do.Havent really gone jumping down the house and college stairs to get wet.The only times I got wet was when i was either in the college field watching football or on my way from one place to d other.
Every time there is a cloud cover a hope builds up,that hope most of the times has reamined a hope.sometimes it rains little n sometimes it doesnt rain at all.

In a way it doesnt surprise me that it didnt rain properly and in a way it does.As i was coming back home today staring out of the cab window while it was raining outside I realised that I have hardly watched the Rain from a window.I have seen the Rain from The Ledge but tht doesnt make up for the Window.The Rains are incomplete without The Window.And also without a Cup of Coffee.All that i keep wishing is That it rain rains before the Monsoons are off.It is a different thing tht here it can rain even in winter!!!!!!!!

I had thought that this season i will finally go for The Rain Walk tht i have always wanted go for but it wasnt to be so.Where was the Rain to for Walk in???And I seriously doubt that whether I would have for the Walk even if it had rained like always.And i seriously doubt if I ever will.

Something is Better than Nothing.And so a little Rain is better than NO Rain.
And i wish that my wish to let myself go and let the Rain jus drench me is fulfilled soon.Havent felt the Raindrops kiss me,havnet felt God kissed,havnet smelled the Wet Earth.Where is the Rain I Love?????

BOOND

Baarish ki in girti boondo ko dekh,
Sochti ho ki kaash main ek boond hoti.
Kaale badalon se apaar dharti ke safar mein,
Na koi bandish,na koi lagav.
Na koi moh,na koi maya.
Na koi uljhan,na koi suljhan.
Bas girti rehti mein
Un asankhya boondo ke saath.
Vayumandal ko chirti,
Girti mein kahin dharti par,
Aur mil jaati un baki boondo mein.
Kho jata mera wajood un mein.
Lekin pahuch jaati mein wapas,
Un kaale badalon ki god mein.
Phir girti,phir milti,phir kho jati,
Par phir ban jati mein ek Boond.
Boond,Baarish ki ek Boond.

A SECOND YEAR THAT HAS BEEN.........

Yet another year has come to an end.The new first years are finally in and we've become 3rd years.....sounds funny...really weird......we have not really grown much since we joined JU.Hum log ki full on dadagiri chalti hain.We are the champions.We are "HIGHLY OBLIGED PEOPLE."

This is a year tht has been:

No less than a Hindi movie."Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gam".Kabhi 71 toh kabhi 46.It had everything:Drama,Melodrama,Action,Suspense,Love,Friendship and obviously the baap of all full on Comedy.

A year that gave me a lot of new friends and distanced me from some.And I am not used to getting distanced from friends."Make new friends but keep the old,one is Silver and the other is Gold."

Full of bonding with my class.Be it the freshers that we organised for our first years or the student's seminar,we came closer as a class and as students of the Department."Maqbool Miya Maqbool."It was so much fun practising for the play.All those amazing lines tht we used for quite a long time even after d play.And yes how can i forget the Departmental football and cricket matches.We didnt fare well in cricket but we rocked football.We came 3rd in the tournament.Except for a couple of times we also outnumbered other departments in cheering for our team.And the best Match,the Match got the whole Department partying was the Match against the Jude Dudes.We beat them 2-0.Our team mostly had players from my class...n our joy knew no bounds.

The year of the Highly Obliged People/Pathos.We went for a Departmental picnic to Vizag in January.We 2nd years took the initiative and a few 1st years and PG-2's joined us for d trip.It was a rocker of a trip.....total bawal.6 days of staying together ..almost all d time.We partied like mad.Became good friends with a few classmates n we have been having a gala time since then.The hangover of the Trip is still there.It was a real high.We still keep talking about it n have already started planning for another trip.

Academically high and low for me and a couple of my friends.From 71% to 46%...it was a very non-studious journey.hehe

A year in which i had bhang.After playing Holi in college..most of us had bhang and bhang ka rang jo jama chakachak!!!!!!!It was fucking brilliant.


A year,the end of which marks the end of total free bird masti.With d last year of college starting in a few days..we need to plan about our future.But wat d hell!!!!Parchi na!!!!Que Sera Sera.

It was a funny feeling watching boys n girls giving the entrance exams.the 1st year admission day made me think of my admission day.I am a toofani third year now.All d bawal will increase.Wat if we are the eldest in the under -graduate level.We r d best!!!!!!