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Kargil Martyr Captain Saurabh Kalia’s Father Supports Gurmeher But Disagrees With Her

Everyone has a Right to speak his/her mind in our country. So does Gurmeher Kaur, a student of University Of Delhi who has become a topic of debate and controversies since the rucus of Ramjas College. The Bollywood Industry, the sports people of our country, the students, political parties and everybody else have chosen their sides.

Calling Gurmeher Kaur Anti-National and giving her rape threats…

DU still left with several seat for the tutorial session 2016

As the new session 2016-17 at urban center University began fortnight a gone, it’s been noticed that there area unit still several seats left below general class admission.

Not solely in South field, there area unit several seats lying vacant in North field schools.

As per urban center University consolidated list of vacant seats that was issued on August 6 it had been seen that many vacancies…

People keep telling me, "The world is a small place." I've never been one to think twice whenever I hear so, But it's not like I believe every word they say either. And so I find myself, Running, running, running. Running, running, running; I run, I run, I run Away from all the chatter, The words running in my mind; And I look up. I look up, And stop for a moment, I stretch my arm out, And reach for something to hold, But when I spread out my palm, I see nothing. I see nothing; I keep looking up, And I fall between the cracks, Wondering if there's someone out there, Looking back at me, And asking themselves the same question?

The same question? I know nothing with any certainty, And I certainly know nothing; But this I do know, That everytime I look at the stars, I don't just see them as bright lights Hanging in an empty space; But rather, I see them as holes in the sky Shining through. Shining through, As possibilities in an impossibility; For it is only when you gaze into infinity, Into the Unknown, That you realize, The Earth- Is a tiny blue dot, And you- Are an even tinier dot, Lost in a swimming pool. Lost in a swimming pool, Of infinitely colored dots and lines; And only in the darkest moments of your life, Do you really start to feel the weight of gravity; But life is too short. Life, is too short for you To say, That you are afraid of the dark, To think, That the darkness is a bad thing; To believe, That monsters hide in the dark; To feel, Small. Small, For it is only in the darkest nights, That the brightest stars shine. But then again, Who ever told you the night was as black as ink? It is a perfect shade of royal indigo, And it is sparkling, Don't let go. Don't let go, Because even though we may be in the gutter, Mr. Oscar Wilde, We sure as hell, are looking up. Looking up At the same stars, But seeing different things; And if only the whole world Could just stop, Breathe, Get together, Count to twelve. Count to twelve, And just look up at the stars each night; I bet the world would've turned out a whole lot differently; We'd turn out differently; You'd turn out differently; I'd turn out differently, We'd, Never be the same. But things are never ever the same, Are they? And sometimes, We end up forgetting who we really are. "But are we human for gazing at the stars? Or do we gaze at them because we're human?" Human, Because some things are better left unexplained; Maybe at the end of it all, That's what life is? Just a wink of an eye? Just the wink of an eye, In the grand scheme of the universe, Where Every face is another tale; Every day, another page; Every step, another word. Another spoken word; And all men and women are merely players- Cameos, sipping coffee in a corner; Or as my friend Zoya once described: "Merely the salt in a cup of tea, Forgotten orange traffic lights, And blue moons." Blue moons in Every moment, Every touch, Every breath, Everyone. Everyone- Seven billion lifelines, Simultaneously drawn, Like my friend Snigdha's chalk lines: "Marks left, Here and there, There and here, Everywhere," On the blank canvas of a lonely planet; Amongst seven billion other lonely planets. And amongst seven billion other lonely planets, An intricate entanglement of chaos. The world begins and ends in stars.

The night sky has always amazed me; and I for one, believe in the power of stargazing. For it is only when I look up to the stars that I truly feel my own smallness and insignificance- I am simply one living organism on a tiny planet, and the Universe is one humongous ball of collisions and chaos; all of which are beyond my human understanding. But I've learnt, that the answer isn't always something you find in a book of solutions. Maybe, the answer lies somewhere in asking the right questions. Just maybe? This piece is inspired by a night I spent, camping in the woods last winter. It was probably 1:00 AM in the morning, and surprisingly not that cold. No breeze through the trees, not even the slightest hint of crickets chirping in the background. The whole world was asleep, dissipating into a dream and I was wide awake, laying underneath a blanket of stars.

Credits to Zoya Chadha & Snigdha Shahi

Photo Credits: Daniel Challam

Daniel Challam

कहा जाता है कि जब भी समाज, जाति पर परराष्ट्र, परजाति द्वारा आकर्मण कर वहाँ के मूल निवासीयों को प्रताङित किया जाता है, उस संकट की घड़ी में भी प्रताङित राज्य की लोकभाषा, सभ्यता और संस्कृति प्रतिपल नवीन ऊर्जा का संचार करने  और अंतिम काल तक संघर्ष करने को  प्रेरित करती है ।भाषाई स्तर पर हिदी ने मुल्क में राष्ट्रवाद की अलख जागृत रखने का कार्य बखूबी निभाया । हिंदी के बिना भारतीय स्वाघीनता आंदोलन की सफलता की इबारत लिखना बेईमानी होगा । हिंदी की खड़ी बोली को उसकी व्यापकता के मद्देनजर, भारतीय संविधान ने देश की राष्ट्र-भाषा का दर्जा दिया ।

समय के साथ- साथ साहित्य अकादमी सरीखी संस्थाओं की आघारशिला रख मानो देश के नीति नियंताओं ने अपने कर्तव्यों की पूर्ति की । विख्यात संस्थाओं का मुख्य उद्देश्य हिंदी भाषा के विकास में अतुल्नीय योगदान देने वाले साहित्यकारों को पुरस्कृत करना और  हिंदी  का समग्र विकास सुनिश्चित करना था परंतु दुर्भाग्यवश आज यही संस्थाएँ राजनीतिक अखाड़े का केंद्र-बिंदु बन चुकी है, जिसका सबसे अघिक दुख हिंदी भाषा प्रेमी को  होता है ।

हिंदी के आलोचक इसे संकीर्ण एवं अविकसित मानते है, जबकि वास्तव में हिंदी एक व्यापक भाषा है जिसका पाठक समुदाय भी बड़ा है तो दूसरी ओर विभिन्न अनुशासनों के रूप में इसका विस्तार भी है । यह ठहरी हुई निर्जीव वस्तु नहीं बल्कि अपने वैविघ्य के साथ विकास करती सजीव घारा है । स्वभाव से हिंदी उदार, ग्रहणशील एवं सहिष्णु है ।माना अभी तक हिंदी का अपेक्षित विकास नही हुआ है,परंतु इसके लिए हिंदी के अस्तित्व को कदापि उचित नहीं है ।

दरअसल भाषा उस कल्प-वक्ष के समान है, जिसका हमें निरंतर दोहन करना पङेगा । कुछ हद तक इसके लिए हमारे तथाकथित बुद्धिजीवी वर्ग भी जिम्मेदार है जिन्होंने नए शब्द नहीं गढे अन्यथा हिंदी का स्वतंत्र रूप से विकास संभव हो पाता ।

हिंदी के अस्तित्व को क्षेत्रीय भाषाओं से खतरे को नकारा नहीं जा सकता है ।विगत के वर्षों में हिंदी भाषी लोगों के प्रति बढता विद्वेश, परोक्ष रूप से हिंदी के अस्तित्व के समक्ष एक बड़ा प्रश्न- चिह्न खड़ा कर रहा है ।

एक ओर तो हम संयुक्त महासभा मे हिंदी को शामिल करने की वकालत करते है तो दूसरी ओर मातृ- भाषा के प्रति उपेक्षा का भाव रख युवा पीढ़ी के समक्ष क्या दर्शा रहे है. .......शायद सिर्फ और सिर्फ अपना दोगुलापन? प्रति- वर्ष मनने वाला हिंदी दिवस भी औपचारिक ही हो गया है । समय की माँग है कि हम हिंदी को उचित सम्मान एवं दर्जा प्रदान करे ।

मुकुल मिश्रा