All Vacations Must End

At times, your words don’t come from you. They are too powerful to belong to one voice, their meaning too deep for one tale. Recently, I uttered some of this sort. They were said to someone I know in a jovial tone, without much thought gone in their formation.

And yet, when I reflected on them, I was saddened. Extremely. By their weight, the lost possibilities they spoke of, the grief of demise they had. Moved, I wrote this poem, and made those words its title. Let me know how you like it.

 

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दोबारा

रिश्तों की उम्र कौन माप पाया है?

कुछ सदियों ज़िंदा रहते हैं, हमें शेरों-कहानियों में मिलते हैं। कुछ पूरी ज़िन्दगी अपने पैरों पर खड़े होने में लगा देते हैं, कुछ पूरी ज़िन्दगी हर दिन जीते हैं। हर एक की अपनी उम्र होती है। हाँ, कहानियां सबकी एक ही लगती है मुझे।

काफ़ी रिश्तों को क़रीब से देखा है मैंने। पाया है की जहां ख़ुशी है, रंग हैं, वह सब लोगों के अपने हैं।  पर जहां कलह है, दुःख, रुस्वाई है, उन सबकी एक सी पहचान होती है। ऐसा लगता है की मानों एक को देख लिया हो, तो सबको देख लिया। हम उन्ही मसौदों पर रूठते हैं, वैसे ही बेगैरद लहज़े से बात करतें हैं, उसी दर्द से बिछड़ते हैं, वही आंसू रोते हैं… सब वही है, हमने कुछ नहीं सीखा है। इन्ही उलझनों से गुज़रने का नाम हमने ज़िन्दगी कर दिया है। यही चेहरे, यही मोड़, यही सब चलता रहता है, एक के बाद एक, दोबारा…

इन्ही किस्सों, कहानियों, दोस्तों, और लोगों के ग़म को देखा है मैंने, और उसे संजो के ये कविता लिखी है। उमीद है कुछ पसंद आएगी।

 

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Reading Gulzar – Filhaal

Gulzar (Click on the image for source.)

Gulzar (Click on the image for source.)

There is, arguably, no escape from the ephemeral nature of Life.

We sail on a sea of motion, where the tides of Time and Chance decide our destinations as much as the forces of Will and Desire. Life is lost and found in the finite moments of tranquility that exist in the storms that ravage, ceaselessly, these waters. And we are all, always, fighting for these moments.

Which is why, at times, it seems prudent to forget the big picture, let go of the dream of the golden shore of destination that awaits on the other side. They will come, yes; but for what it is worth, we could always breathe a little. Make do with the simple pleasures that abound in the featureless commonality and redundancy of Routine. Love ourselves a little.

We know not when the wind will change its course, we know not what the weather gods decide, we can never foresee what the next moment will bring. But if we enjoy what we have, when we have it, no joy is too small to be celebrated.

I have written earlier of Gulzar’s celebration of everyday objects, occurrences, and experiences (here and here, for your reading pleasure). This piece, instead, is about everyday sentiments.

Film: Filhaal

Music: Anu Malik

Singer: Asha Bhonsle

Lyrics: 🙂

Here goes…

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Ghosts

The last post might have led you to believe that I am quite bitter at the end of the year. But that’s not entirely true!

The end of any particular thing makes me quite emotional and vulnerable, and Nostalgia rather frequently gathers its dark clouds and pours forth memories and miseries in a storm I am quite incapable of withstanding. From this storm of friends and lovers, good times and bad, hopes and hermitages, alliances and accords, come scenes that were once lived.

I see them, feel them, but they are distant. I cannot touch them, but only endure them in moments of pathos and hopelessness. My friends, should you read this, know that I remember our time together. I am grateful that I found you, and you me, and of all that passed to this point. I am happy that I will always have you.

What time is once past is finished, and yet we keep going back, like ghosts.

 

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Reading Gulzar – Mera Kuchh Saamaan

Gulzar (Click on the image for source.)

Gulzar (Click on the image for source.)

A succession of pain interspersed with a little melancholy and even less joy: this is what most relationships result in, don’t they? How much do we suffer, how much do we pray for the endurance, the lasting of something, which we ourselves aren’t sure of? I, as always, speak on the basis of what I have seen. And what I have seen is that man has the highest faculty for survival. Nothing else, not love or loyalty, not desire, nor ambition. He lives for living, for continuing to live. As and when things demand change, he changes. It may seem inhuman, it perhaps is the epitome of selfish thought, but it isn’t because we’re cruel, self-centered animals. It is because we’re human.

And if it is this humanity that gets us to move out of situations we don’t have the courage to see through, it is also this humanity that forces us to remember the past and cry out for a little mercy. Each tiny moment of love, each everyday act of care – the shadows of all of them haunt us and doom us to our solitude. Everyone who has walked out on a loved one and still longs to meet them, if only to say thanks, and knows he can’t… everyone such knows the horrendous pain that looking back on those moments bring.

And that is what this song does: look back on those moments. I doubt there are many who haven’t lived what is described here, who haven’t remembered these described moments long after they’re dead, and who haven’t cried a little in memoriam.

Film: Ijaazat

Music: R. D. Burman

Singer: Asha Bhonsle

Lyrics: 🙂

Here goes…

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Nothing

Nothing (Click on the image for source.)

Nothing (Click on the image for source.)

I don’t know whether there is a method in madness or not, but there sure is a bit of divinity in it. In fact, in that state of existence, when we are at our most primeval self, we are closest to all that is good in us, all that the Maker put in, and all that Man, despite his best efforts, hasn’t been able to defile.

And in a morning spent in such phantasms of Life, I came up with this. Do let me know, as usual, how you like it.

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Longing

Longing (Click on the image for source.)

Longing (Click on the image for source.)

There’s something to be said about sadness – it brings out some rather vivid creativity from within. I don’t know what the reason or the relation is, but it sure is something that I’m sure most of us have, at some point or the other, experienced.

This is the product of one such experience of mine. I’d love to hear what you think of it.

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Reading Gulzar – Humne Dekhi Hai

Gulzar (Click on the image for source.)

Gulzar (Click on the image for source.)

To open this series, there was but one choice! Forgive me, but I simply know not another of Gulzar’s verse that is as terse, as restrained, and yet, so infinite in its verity. A haunting, harrowing plaint that mocks relationships, and asks us to love. Without deliberation, without definition.

Sage advice!

Film: Khamoshi

Music: Hemant Kumar

Singer: Lata Mangeshkar

Lyrics: 🙂

Here goes…

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Nomad

Nomad

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Hello!

Recently, I was going through my blog. Fixing an odd error or two here and there, straightening out some of the anomalies, I tried getting the house organised. I like to keep things clean and simple.

In the process of doing that, I realised that one of my poems, the following, had been stuck away within a post. As such, I decided to carve out another post, and give it its fair share of sunshine.

Hope you’ll like it…

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Absence

Absence

Once again you are wrong, sir. Darkness does not exist either. Darkness is in reality the absence of light…You cannot measure darkness. How can you know how dark a certain space is? You measure the amount of light present. Isn’t this correct? Darkness is a term used by man to describe what happens when there is no light present.

I’m sure most of you have come across the email forward that goes about how a young boy gives it nicely to his atheist professor. Sometimes the boy is Einstein, sometimes APJ Abdul Kalam. In either case, the fact remains that neither actually participated in this dialogue – in fact, no one really knows if such a dialogue ever took place at all, other than in the author’s head.

(In case you haven’t read the story, here‘s your link to the ever-reliable Snopes’ analysis, and eventual shredding to bits, of the urban legend. The quote above is only a part of the whole – I’ve used only the bits relevant to this post.)

However, the great thing about that the story above – I’m assuming that you’ve read the whole of it – isn’t that it proves the existence of God in a logical manner. What it does, is…

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