One Tight Slap

Time slapped me once again today.

It was my mistake and I have no choice but to take it.

I am being forced to do things which I would have never done by choice.

I was supposed to be happy today.

I am.


An afternote: Just read somewhere

In detachment lies the wisdom of uncertainty...

In the wisdom of uncertainty lies the freedom from our past, from the known, which is the prison of past conditioning.

And in our willingness to step into the unknown, the field of all possibilities, we surrender ourselves to the creative mind that orchestrates the dance of the universe.

a quote by Deepak Chopra

Goodnite 40

Today, I am a loss of words.
Thoughts are flooding and I can hear only the gurgling sounds in my head.
So much to say - and everything stuck at the tip of my fingers, not passing to the keyboard.

Good Night 40.

Emptyful Yell

Feeling too edgy today। too eager to yell, too much in bad mood.

Life is slowly developing that bitter aftertaste; the taste that comes for a long brewed, well brewed and well aged drink. The pungent flavor of experiences is taking over my nerves, slowly and unsteadily.

The sourness of time is hitting my throat with guiltless pain, something to live with, till life lasts. The neck is acting too flimsy and delicate, as if it is refusing to take the balance of head any longer.

The eyes hazily look across everything around, and roll back behind the eyelids; half open, gazing out to nothing.

The covers of happiness seem to be peeling away, and the sadness tearing its way through the wrinkled, broken skin.

गम और खुशी में फर्क ना महसूस हो जहाँ,
मैं दिल को उस मुकाम पे लाता चला गया।

Right in the middle of the day, the sun seems to be setting, moving down to the sea, making way for the empty hours, before the night darkens it further.

The mind is silent, stuffed so much that nothing seems to move inside.

Stuffed and jam-packed, with no scope of movement, like a train compartment full of unknown co-travelers.

My own face looks somewhat comfortably unknown, comfortably distant, to my own self.

The eyes are unfamiliarly dull, and the smile – where did it go?

Intoxify

Remembering bachchan again today. No, not the senior or the junior one. The orignal one - Harivanshrai Bachchan. His words are resounding in the chambers of my heart, once again today. So, without any words of mine, I would let his words speak it ...

आज सजीव बना लो, प्रेयसी, अपने अधरों का प्याला,

भर लो, भर लो, भर लो इसमें, यौवन मधुरस की हाला,

और लगा मेरे होठों से भूल हटाना तुम जाओ,

अथक बनू मैं पीनेवाला, खुले प्रणय की मधुशाला

Tu Kya Hai - What am I?

Ghalib met me once again today, while driving. Just put in the music and a ghazal filled the car.

I dont know when and why ghalib wrote these verses, and what he would have felt, but the feeling in not really unfamilier at times.

हर एक बात पे कहते हो के - तू क्या है।
तुम ही कहो के ये अंदाज़ ए गुफ्तगू क्या है।

Not to tough to understand, when someone tells me - What are you? and I simply wanna ask - Hey! is this a way to talk?

ना शोले में ये करिश्मा, ना बर्क़ में ये अदा,
कोई बात कि वोह शोख ए तुन्द खू क्या है।

[ बर्क़ - lightening , शोख ए तुन्द -the sharpness of beauty, खू - behaviour ]

रही ना ताकात ए गुफ्तार, और अगर हो भी,
तो किस उम्मीद पे कहें के आरजू क्या है।

[ ताकत ए गुफ्तार - Energy to argue ]

Me, Anand and Taj tonight.

Was going to sleep, while switching channels and playing random numbers on the remote, and saw a familiar shot from yesteryears. Flipped back the channel and hey – this was Anand.
Anand – the movie that changed my perspective about life years ago. So much to learn, so much to feel and so much to understand. Yet, something I admired so much about it was the light hearted approach to adversities of life, is still something I have to learn.

At every stage of my life, I have enjoyed this movie, for different reasons. When I was a teenage kid, and I saw this for the first time on my black and white television, I loved it for the sheer pleasure of not so subtle, yet not so loud comedy. Very few movies have managed to stay balanced in comic moods. I enjoyed the concept to go ahead to talk to anyone you like, and if it clckks one could gain friends.
In the words of Anand – Koi accha laga, uss se do minute baat kii, aur kya chahiye, khushi mil gayi.

Right now, listening to its magical words ( by who else, other than gulzar )


छोटी बातें,
छोटी छोटी बातों कि हें यादें बड़ी।
भूले नहीं,
बीती हुई एक छोटी घड़ी,

जनम जनम से आँखें बिछायी,
तेरे लिए ही राहों में।

मैंने तेरे लिए ही सात रंग के सपने चुने,
सपने सुरीले सपने।

रूठी रातें ,
रूठी हुई रातों को जगाया कभी,
तेरे लिए,
बीती सुबह को बुलाया कभी,
तेरे बिना ही, तेरे लिए ही
दिए जलाये रातों में।

मैंने तेरे लिए ही सात रंग के सपने चुने,
सपने सुरीले सपने।


Just got the news on my sms that Tajmahal has been chosen in Seven Wonders of the world.
...... dreams unlimited.....
Got to see you soon - Taj. and this time - My Way.

A call from the core

This doesn't seem to be myself.

Somewhere inside, a restlessness is raising its head again and again. Sleepless nights are only adding to my woes. I do everything to stay away from that downward feeling, but when it strikes, I see myself sinking deep into bouts of depression.

I feel like closed and caged, in a low walled cell full of darkness, where I cannot even stand properly, and I keep on scratching the walls, groping in the dark, looking for a door, a window, an opening.

Tired, it puts me to sleep.

As mornings come, I cling to the only ray of hope that visits me and cheers my day. I murmur, come to me, my sunny morning, give me the light that will put this restlessness to sleep for some more time, and I can be myself once again.

Muddy Splatters

The worldly conscience tells me to be a little distant, a little away, a little more dignified in my approach, a should show my involvement to a lesser visibility. It says that it helps me gain attractiveness and maintain a balance. I am being taken for granted and this may be really bad because there would be no attraction left in me. One should ideally keep a good distance, to keep the interest going on for long. I know I am going overboard a lot these days, and this phase is leaving me quenched inside.

My heart says – No. Why the hell I would ever strategies one of the most wonderful feelings I have in me. I am happy for what I have, and I would love to have much more, and real soon.

I do not want this phase to pass by, leaving me more thirsty.

What stops me? Wrong timings I guess.

My emotions don't wear a watch.

Neither do my heart have a calender. It is just another eager kid wanting the most to himself, much more than the little hands can hold. It refuses to believe that my time is almost up. I keeps on forgetting that I am growing older with each tick of the life clock. It just refuses to grow up. Jumping with joy in the rain, splattering on muddy waters, and greedily looking at the sky for more.

What's wrong with this, specially when it comes so naturally to me.

And the world says - it is all wrong. Just Shut Up.

Newsreel Documentary about the Interval

In the time of the golden oldies, during the interval in those movies, a newsreel used to appear telling all the boring documentary stuff. I used to talk about all that no one actually cared to know, except the people who really wanted to know about it.

This day, a year ago, I started this blog. The reason was simple - plain news.

Just like the good old doordarshan in early seventies, the purpose was to make a window to myself. Slowly, but swiftly, it turned to be a mirror of my mind (and heart ... i guess). It started featuring songs and musical extravaganza of the life, as it flowed from one day to another.

Today, when I look back at this diary of mine, I see a large canvas spread over so many months, painted in multiple hues varying from romantic pinks to saddening blues, earthy browns of reality to lively oranges of sunny evenings, strictest whites to passionate violets – it is all out there. There is a definite learning curve, marked with so many unique experiences.

As I turn the leaves of this blog, I see hunger, and fulfillment; I see desire and satisfaction; I see journeys and destinations. Reading them all, it seems that this has been an eventful phase of time.

The journey continues .....

Another Morning of mixed emotions

Just picked the rhyme of a verse from another blog - and penned a few lines this morning..


Jiski tasveer khayalon se fanaa nahin hoti,
Uski aankhon mein ik aaina kyun lagta hai.

Sulagte hue ashkon pe chheente daal kar,
poochhte hai wo ke, dhuyyan sa kyun lagta tai

Aur wo jo kehte hain ke bhool jayen unhe,
Unke bina sab yahan soona sa kyun lagta hai.


Life is not about picking roses.
It is about plucking the thorns, one by one, from the roses I have in my hand.

The Right Turn - Blinkers ON

The blinkers are on.... They are sending me signals...

The next turn does not seem very far now. And it seems to be a right turn.

Right turn, that hopefully will take me to the right direction.

Guess it cannot be a left turn anymore ever in life. On left, its the heart, which has already chosen it way. So my left turns will lead my right turns in life.

Life was on a cruise gear till now, since almost an year and a half, or so; but something inside tells me that I must move from the auto speed mode to manual gears of life. It seems that the control that I had set to autopilot looking at the smooth terrain ahead, is not working well. The terrain is getting bumpy and every now n then, i see split ways. Being on autopilot, I used to get the engine of my mind decide to take the way it likes, and the mind chooses to decide the one that was less traveled before. So, choosing a rarely traveled way does make me spend more time, with more patience, to find the right path to the illusive destination.

By and far, I have seen that most people choose the tried and tested ways, and reach their destinations faster. But in the process, they just happen to miss the joy of discovery of so many unseen events, emotions and the time spend admiring the amazing ways of life itself. People who zoom by the speedy roads often reach faster, and achieve a lot, and then stand and wonder – What Now!.. What Next ?... and then they spend their lives looking into memory albums of others who took the rare paths.

A billionaire may feel the joy to buy a painting by Leonardo-d-vinci, but he would never be able to enjoy the way those hands painted it. The joy of rare experiences is a joy in itself, which the faster racers would never know. They can only reach earlier, and then look for another race to start.

So, I am thinking to change my mode from autopilot and get the control in my hand. Hopefully, it keeps me happy as I am today, yet make me successful, to get more happiness.

Success will only be a milestone for me.
Destination is still the same, and as illusive as it has always been.

I am far ahead on the way I am moving, and I have learned one thing very well ....

Life may have hundreds of twists and turns,, but it never has any U turns.