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Chat With Kamlesh Chauhan The Author : M.S. Verma

My Personal Chat With : Author Kamlesh Chauhan

Prof. M.S.Verma



Q. Ms Kamlesh what is it that convinces you that your book should be reviewed? Why should people be interested in reading your book?


K. I have lived in this beautiful country for …….years and have done my best to keenly observe the culture here. I have particularly noticed the clash of American and Indian culture. Most people in India aspire to migrate to America or to some other western country. The life here as portrayed in Hollywood films or what they have heard about it from NRI's who occasionally visit America and paint very rosy picture of their own life here is mostly misleading. Though human feelings round the globe are similar and akin to each others’, the cultures are miles apart. Any foreigner who comes to America finds another world here and it is almost an uphill task to get adjusted here and assimilated into the western culture. I have attempted to give an idea of the problems the Indians who come here face. This trend is not healthy either for them or for the American society and I have tried to discourage these Indian aspirants to stay back in India and make the most of their life there.



Q. Kamlesh from what you have told me I gather that your main concern in the book has been on the predicament of the migrating Indians. How do you feel the American readers would benefit this book?


K. I wonder if American public has any authentic picture of the NRI’s life as they live here. The younger generation comprising the children born in America has a different perspective of the Indian life and to them India and her culture appear as aliens. I would like to be forgiven for a question that I feel I should ask you as an American. Would you like an American to forget his country and severe roots from the American soil and the countries’ people? Of course the question of loyalty to the country is not involved in our discussion as Indians who have become naturalized citizens of the country are as much loyal as any Native American and are advancing the excellent image of America. There are NRI's who have key posts in many governmental and other organizations. Similarly no American would betray his country’s interests. But I am convinced people in both countries need authentic information so that international understanding and peace could be augmented.


Q. Do you think your book would meet the expectations of the American readers?

K. Yes and also to some extent no. The tastes of reader everywhere differ. I feel thrillers and crime fiction has a large readership and novels on social themes don't have that large readership. But still a big section of the society seeks novels on social themes. Books like the mine would be welcome in libraries and teaching institutions if they are in English. But the NRI's would certainly benefit from the book as the nuances of English or American English are not fully comprehensible to most of them. But there are Native Americans too who know Hindi and would welcome the book.



Q.Kamlesh, do you mean to say that NRI's expect the American media to carry news, reviews etc. about India and activities associated with Indians?

K. Yes I do. Indian papers are not readily available here. In most cases they reach the readers a few days later. Naturally the American papers should include material concerning Indians who reside in America in a sizable number.



Q. Mr….There is a flood of new writers and all want their books to be published, more to earn money than any other concern. They have very poor knowledge of Hindi literature or literature in general. if every book is published, the publisher can't even recover the money he would invest in promoting it. How then do you think Saat Samunder Paar would find readership?


PR. Books are written and rejected outright without even as much as a glance at their title. Books only of known writers are published and advertised for. Once the reading public becomes familiar with their names, every book they publish is sold. But let us not forget that every one was a first timer and fame comes later. Hence it is for the media to come forward and encourage promising works that a message and also afford some hours of relaxation. Saat Samunder Paar is a book with message for the Indians who inspire to migrate to Western countries in treasure hunt dreaming of Utopia and are very soon disillusioned and frustrated. They are given a morphed picture of the life NRIs have in the west as they shy away from confessing their miserable existence there. The book is an eye opener for them.



Q. You mean to say that only the people who intend to migrate would benefit from the book?



PR. Yes and in addition I would like to say that the book deals with a powerful social theme that is of universal interest. It has a web of human relations we find in our day to day life and has a universal appeal. The general public would find this book very interesting. The author has observed life from the perspective of a true Indian who shares the joys and sorrows of the people of Indian origin and would like her compatriots to avoid the pitfalls of western life. The style is so simple and yet it gives a very good picture of the suffering of the women who were victims of circumstances to go to America and were destined to suffer there. Theirs was a journey of no return. Besides certain aspects of literature and art have to be subjectively appreciated and can't exactly be described in words.

Dance of Wounded Tigress in Love --Kamlesh Chauhan C@ Kamlesh Chauhan

Dance of Wounded Tigress in Love
Kamlesh Chauhan

My Soul Care free soul unaware of the world of Love shore

Walking, Dancing, Singing, Chatting silently in small pond

I spoke of tenderness while hiding some disappointments

I spoke of gentles after hiding the harsh reality of providence


I wanted a connection only with my own soul

I was unrevealed, veiled about my heart hole

Hunter came through the crack window of my heart

I was fanatical, find appealing jingle of his love song

Hunter made me his own, drenched in my bone

His love put my body in flame, my heart was in Blaze


I kept him like a rope of pearl, prized gem in my Neck

I danced without feet, couldn’t break the love bond

I was fevered with the intoxication without fault

Truth, Love, Honesty language was in his text


One the Harsh reality of life occurrence called

Their hand in hand joy walks along the pond

Unaware he set his eye on someone else too

I was just his mere joy of his wander heart


I cried, I shouted, I screamed with agony

I was lost in terrible pain ask for mercy

Tears eyes for him was just water salty

I danced all alone with my own agony


All rights reserved in Poetry book " Memoirs Journey" nothing will be allowed to manipulate its contents or changed in any way.

...हम रूठना भूल गये--- लेखक: कमलेश चौहान---2005

सदियों तक तेरी मीठी याद की गुलामी करती रही
तेरी यादो नै बांध के रखा, संगदिल; में उलझी रही

ना जाने कॉलेज के एक बगीचे में खामोश खड़ी थी
तू जाते जाते रुका तेरी चेहरे पर मस्त ख़ुशी सी थी

मेरी जुल्फों को कभी मैकदा और काली घटा कहा था
मेरी झुकी नज़रो से मे ना जाने तू क्या खोज रहा था

मै़ने तुमसे नज़ारे भी ना मिलायी बस बुत बनी खड़ी रही
तुम मेरे पास आऐ लेकिन अपनी जुबा ना खोली थी

बरसते भीगते मौसम मे आज भी धुवा उठता है
तरसती आँखों मे आज भी एक नज़ारा बसता है

सदियों तक तेरी याद के सहारे बैठी रही
निगाह दूर तक तेरी राह सदियों देखती रही

खो गए वोह लम्हे रह गया द्शते-जुनू-परवर वहा
ना जाने तू मेरी दुनिया, ना जाने तेरी बसती है कहाँ


all rights reserved @ Kamlesh Chauhan 2009






Written about 6 months ago · Comment ·LikeUnlikeUmesh Bawa Arora, Neeraj हर मौसम आया हर मौसम गया
हम भूले ना आज तक कोई बात
हम भूले ना तेरा पियार
दिल ने माना तुम्हे ही दिलदार
तेरा हमारे रूठने पे यह कहना

भल्ला लगता है तेरा मिजाज़ चुलबला
जब हमारा किसी से बात करना
सुना करते थे तुमसे ही तुम्हारे दिल का डरना
हम पूछते थे कियों करते हो हमारे प्रेम पे शक
जवाब था तुम्हारा भरोसा है मुझ पर
नहीं करता मेरे दिल नादाँ पे कोई शक

लेकिन यु आपका हमारे आजाद पंछी दिल को कैद करना
हमारा दिल समझ न सका आपका इस कदर दीवाना होना
जब आई तुम्हारी बारी पराये लोगों से यु खुल कर बात करना
हम सोचते आप भी सीख जायोंगे प्रेम दोस्ती मे अंतर करना
हम खुश होते तुम सीख रहे हो गैरो से दोस्ती करना
हमारे दिल की कदर करोगे क्या होता है समाजिक होना
यह क्या हुआ यह कै़से रुख बदला तुमने अपना

गैरो की बातो मे हकीकत पाई तुमने हमारी वफ़ा भूल गए
मौसम भी कुछ वक़त लेता है बदलने में
सर्दी गर्मी घडी लेती है रुत बदलने में
यह किस कदर रास्ता हमारा भूल गए

इतनी जल्द कियों रंग बदल गया तुम्हारा
नियत ने बदसूरत किया चेहरा तुम्हारा
हम बैठे रहे दहलीज़ पर तेरी इंतजार मे
बिखरा दिये राहो की बेदादगरी ने
जो फूल बिखारे थे मेरे हाथो ने

जब रूठ कर माँगा हमने अपना हक
बरसा दिये तुमने अंगार भरे लफ्ज़
आंखे रोई पर ना सोयी रात भर
तेरी ख़ुशी पे भटका था मेरा सफ़र

वोह नज़र बरस जाती थी हमारी याद में
अब ज़हर है कैसा तुम्हारी उस नज़र मे
वोह तुम ना थे जो आंसू चुराए तन्हाई के
मालूम ना था बरस गया है धुआ कब से

तेरी बेरुखी से यह अशक निलाम हो गये
मेरे अशकों से तेरी यादो के दिये बुझ गये
तुझे क्या पता औ बेवफा अंग है बर्फ मेरे
ना आयुंगी कभी तेरे दर पे बुलाने तुझे

तेरी राहो से अब काफिले दूर हो गये
कौन करे दुवा तेरे मिलने की
हम रूठना भूल गये
Written by: Kamlesh Chauhan copy right 2005
this composition is in form of story and poetry.Please nothing should be exploited or manipulated. allrights reserved .

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लेखक कमलेश चौहान
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चाँद को चादनी का तौफा दिया है है उस खुदा ने
सूरज को बनाया दिन का ताज उस ईश्वर ने

इन्सान के लिये बनायीं थी मालिक ने एक ही ज़मीं
जमीं के लिये गिराई इन्सान ने अपनी ज़मीर

मसीहा भी मेरा नाम, अल्लाह भी रखा मेरा नाम
राम रहीम एक है जान, कबीर करीम का है यह पैगाम

मत काटो सर मासूमो के मेरे कश्मीर मे लाकर मेरा नाम
मेरी ही बख्शी ज़मीं पी, मासूमो का मंगाते हो बलिदान

जिहाद तो बनाया था अपने अंदर के कुफर से लड़ना
शत्रंज़ , शराब और मन की बुराईयों से ज़ंग करना

लेकिन अब मै कया कहूँ , कोई मानता नहीं मेरा इमाम
मेरे ही प्यारो ने कर दिया ,मेरा ही नाम बदनाम


यह
ख्याल मै़ने तब लिखा था जब कश्मीर मे हमारे भारती लोगो के घर उजाड़ दिये थे हमारे पडोसी भाईयो ने. दुनिया खामोश रही लेकिन जो हमारे भारती नारियो , बचो और शंतिप्रियाए आदमियों को अपने ही वतन मै जिहाद और आज़ादी के नाम पर नफरत से कतला आम किये गया , भाईयो से बहने बिशद गयी और दुसरो हिसो मे बैठे भारती चुपचाप देखते रहे. आज भी हमारी भारती सरकार विशव मे यह नहीं साबित कर पाई की हमारा भारत धरम के नाम पर अपने देश के टुकडे नहीं कर सकता. धरम यह नहीं सकता किस्सी से बैर करना.