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ऐसा कोई पल
उसने मुझसे पूछा, बता ऐ साथी,
जो तू न भूला, ऐसा कोई पल,
जिस लम्हे की याद तुझे है आती,
उस हसीन राह तू ज़रा चल|
मैं सोच में पड़ा, क्या कहूं,
कहाँ से दूं, उत्तर मैं तुझे,
ज़िन्दगी टटोलूं, कभी झांकूं,
पर वो पल, न मिले मुझे|
आश्चर्य की है बात, हर दिन,
हम जीतें हैं पल कुछ हज़ार,
पर जब कोई कहता है गिन,
बेबस हो जाते, लगते लाचार|
असल में जीवन काटते बस,
पर जीते कभी नहीं हैं हम,
हँसते हैं, जब कोई बोलता हँस,
चाय पीते, वो भी चीनी कम|
मैंने कभी नहीं सहेजे वो पल,
कभी रूककर उन्हें नहीं पकड़ा,
सोचूँ कल, आज और कल,
मजबूरियां ने मुझे था जकड़ा|
इसी तरह जिए, इसी तरह जायेंगे,
न होंगी अपनी दो-चार यादें भी,
सपने भी नहीं अच्छे कभी आयेंगे,
जिंदगी बस उम्मीद के भरोसे की|
शायद तू ही है साकी, जिसका,
था इंतज़ार मैंने किया अबतक,
मुझे नहीं मालूम, पता उसका,
पर यादों को रोकूँ कबतक||
असमंजस
एकटकी लगाये दूर कहीं,
बैठा रहता हूँ दिन-दिन मैं,
कहाँ से जाने आ धमका,
जीवन में इतना असमंजस|
है सोच वही, न कोई नयी
बातें भी वही बस घिसी-पिटी
दोहरा के कहीं, दोहरा के कहीं,
जीवन में बसरा असमंजस|
सुबह को उठा, रात सोया,
रहता हूँ कुछ खोया खोया,
माथे पे शिकन, सीने में चुभन,
जीवन में उलझा असमंजस|
जिस रात से प्यार हुआ था कभी,
वो रात काली लगती है मुझे,
ख्वाब दुस्वप्न में कब बदले,
जीवन में सोचूँ असमंजस|
हर हवा सुहानी लगती थी,
हर महक दीवानी लगती थी,
क्यूँ सांस भी न अब ले पाऊँ.
जीवन में छाया असमंजस|
उन पलों में जाने अटका क्यूँ,
जो बीत चुके हैं जीवन के,
कैसे पर इनसे लड़ पाऊँ,
जीवन में आया असमंजस|
कभी हुआ नहीं यह पहले था,
इसलिए अजीब सा लगता है,
कब तक सोचेगा, अब बस कर
जीवन तो है ही असमंजस||
The Others
As we grow up, we imbibe what we see around. Our beliefs, our personality are a sum total of what we gather over the formative years from people we meet. A part of it also comes from our own cognitive makeup, where we accept, reject, and modify what is thrown to us. This is what makes an individual.
In various chunks of our life, we meet certain people; stay at a particular place before moving on to new place and new people. School/College/Changing Jobs. All these make up the said chunks in our life. We try and adjust to our surroundings as we see them; we try and adjust to people as we meet them. This is what we call acclimatization.
Sometime what happens is we try and adjust too much, as our fears get better of us. Fear of not being accepted, fear of being out casted, fear of being ridiculed. These fears start shaping our personality from then on. Sometimes it’s not even fear, it’s just that we are short on confidence, so we try and blend in and follow without asking.
What we don’t realize is it’s affecting our individuality. It might make our stay in the current chunk feel better, but it jeopardizes the upcoming chunks in our life. Due to our fears we make certain compromises and pay for these compromises all our life.
For example when we are in college, we do a lot of things due to peer pressure. Drink, Smoke, Career choices are few of such things. What we don’t realize is the peer group that we are succumbing too, is just for the current chunk of our life, it won’t stay with us forever, but the choices we make due to it, will haunt us for life.
It’s important to use our cognitive machinery a lot more while imbibing from our surroundings. Always think of long term impact of our choices. Never ever do things to please others. Let them take a hike.
Years in Wilderness
Have been around a month since I jotted something down. And no I was not on a break. Last couple of months I have experienced something new and refreshing.
All my life I was lectured upon for lack of it. “You have the potential but lack that thing”. To be frank, I always laughed it away. Either I didn’t understand what was said, or was in denial. What I am talking about is the virtue of hard work.
I would be the first person to admit that I have never ever put myself through the grind. Everything that I had done to-date has been a natural flow.
Last couple of months I have come face to face with hard work. And I can’t explain in words, the feeling. It’s celestial. Earlier I used to wake up and go to office, lacking any excitement. It was just a routine. Now I am eager to go to office as I am eager to take on the work. I find pleasure working.
I was trying to figure out the reason for it. To a certain extent it’s again something I avoided to date. It’s called in depth knowledge. I prided myself to be jack of all trades, a versatile sort of. You know it’s nice to be jack of all, but in today’s day and time you got to be master of something. You have to go through the grind to become one and it’s not always pleasant.
I read it a long back what I have understood only now, “Most of the tensions in present day life come if you are not good at what you do”. Give your 100% to what you are doing, or don’t do it at all. Be the master at your work, your whole life will be a smooth ride.
I have promised myself to make up for the lost years. Got to rush. Have some work. Ciao!
जीवन जीना क्या है
कुछ दिन से सोच रहा था कि लिख डालूँ,
आते आते हाथ पे बात रुक जाती थी पर,
कुछ खट्टे मीठे अनुभव हुए हाल में,
उनसे मैंने जाना, जीवन जीना क्या है|
गर उस रोज़ सड़क से मैं गुजरा न होता,
मौत को अपनी बाहों में सिमटा न होता,
खून का रंग लाल कभी जान न पाता,
मृत्यु क्या होती अकाल पहचान न पाता|
उस दिन गर मैं भूखा सोया न होता,
करवट बदल बदल तडपा रोया न होता,
बेकारी क्या होती है, चुभ न पाती,
पी कर पानी भी डकार कभी न आती|
उस दिन उस कुकुर ने नोचा न होता,
मैंने अगर उसे गुस्से से दुत्कारा न होता,
पता न चल पाता कि अपना होता क्या है,
दुलार दुत्कार में अंतर न कभी मैं पाता|
उस दिन उस पीड़ित को गर छोड़ा न होता,
कराह कि आह को कभी महसूस न पाता,
धूप छाँव पैसे से जो सब एक हुई थी, बदली,
पैरों के छाले क्या होते मैंने आखिर जाना|
सन्नाटे की आहट से मैं गुजरा न होता,
उस सर्द भरी रात में गर ठिठुरा न होता,
नंग, ठण्ड की तपन से मैं वाकिफ न होता,
पल पल लुटने के डर से सहमा न होता|
पर जो कुछ भी हो, आग से गुजर के देखा,
बिन खडाऊं के काटों पर चलकर देखा,
गहरे पानी में सांसों की तड़प को देखा ,
औ चक्की के दो पाटों में पिसकर देखा|
कुछ दिन से सोच रहा था कि लिख डालूँ,
आते आते हाथ पे बात रुक जाती थी पर,
कुछ खट्टे मीठे अनुभव हुए हाल में,
उनसे मैंने जाना, जीवन जीना क्या है||
हुआ मनुष्य लाचार क्यों आखिर
डरता हूँ मैं, डरता क्यों हूँ?
हर पल मैं आखिर मरता क्यों हूँ?
ऐसी कौन सी गली मैं मुडा,
राह सभी बे-राह हुई जो|
पीता जब हूँ, रब दिखता है,
परदे के पीछे सब दिखता है,
काल-चक्र का उल्टा चलता,
सभी सफलता, लगी विफलता|
डर-डर के जीवन, जीता हूँ में,
गम का सागर पीता हूँ में,
इस माहौल में और नहीं अब,
“एक दिन आएगा”, आएगा कब?
रो-रो के जीवन, जहन न होती,
दर-दर की ठोकर, सहन न होती,
हूँ मैं बेबस, जज्बात लदे हैं,
कुछ कर जाता, हाथ बंधे हैं|
हुआ ये कैसे, मनुष्य लाचार
मुझे पता ना, पता है तुमको?
For Now: For Ever
Getting bored sans interesting company during my recent train journey, I took a pen and paper and decided to write. I realized that it’s been a long time since I wrote something considerable using pen and paper. In fact with e-transfers in vogue, I barely sign my cheque these days.
There were times when one thought of no alternative to felling trees for paper. Today laptop/computer is increasingly replacing it. I remember getting scolded for bad hand writing. I guess I turned out to be pretty far sighted coz these days it hardly matters. No matter how permanent things seems they are essentially temporary.
Horses/Bullocks pulled passenger carts for the longest time. They have become almost extinct today from cities and villages alike.
Oil was drilled for the first time around 150 years ago. No one knew then that we had only 250 years of this fuel on earth. We took it to be permanent. Every other thing started running on oil. Now that it is about to run out, new form of yet another temporary nuclear energy is already here.
Similar are the phases of life. Good and Bad. It is said that good thing about bad time is that it is temporary. I used to get tensed at most trivial things during early years of my life. It took me some time to understand the futility of it. To control it.
During the bad times, one needs to stop being short sighted. Say you are tensed about your exam results. Try and think of the time 6 months from now. Will you be alive? Yes. Will you be fine? Yes. Ease yourself. Never take tension. Take action. You can’t alter the result of the exam. Better stop worrying. It you worry for now, you will worry for ever.
Likewise it’s futile to sulk over the mistakes committed in the past. What’s important is what one learns from them. Mistakes committed are in a temporary moment. What one learns from them remains permanently in life.
Same Same but Different
Last night I had this amazing dream. I woke up at night with lights flashing all over. A man with big mustache and vintage golden dress was standing tall, over me, and laughing loud. “Wake up, you lazy bugger, Wake up”. Sleepy and startled, my first reaction was to blame it on the overdose of Vodka that night. But soon the gravity of the situation or can I say the lack of it dawned on me. Aaj toh lag gayi Mamu!
He told me I was dead. Died of a certain Gastropathic attack. Gas! Couldn’t it have been something legendary? Like being attacked by flying dragons while jumping of a plane which collided with a UFO. Leave it. I died of Gas alright.
Here I was, one moment trying to realize my dreams, my future and the very next facing the shock of my demise. My whole life flashed before my eyes. Family, Friends, Future. What now? I begged, pleaded with my soul transporter. Let me live to make things work, make things right.
It’s hard to say that it was my lucky day, given that I just died. But he took pity to me which clearly didn’t seem to match his M.O. “There’s one condition though”, said he. “Here it comes” “Give me a reason to let You live. Hey it’s easy, “I have so much left to do in my life. Get married. Make a career. Have kids”. He gave me a smile. “You don’t seem to get my question. Why should I let You and not some other person, live”
I was just an answer away. Given that I have been writing exams all my life, it shouldn’t have been that difficult. But believe you me, however hard I tried, I couldn’t get an answer.
Have you ever thought? Trying to make a mark in life, a place for ourselves, we have ended up being clones of each other. Lost that very individuality that we have been craving for, fighting for. When I look outside my apartment all I see is blinking stars. Only they are not stars, they are other apartments. We are all boxed up. All flats look same. All work looks same. All roads look same. All blokes look same. How is my life any different to my fellow men?
Well, it only seems logical that we all be same. The funda of evolution revolves around learning and surviving. We learn from others, grab the best of all and apply to our lives. Thereby becoming a hybrid.
With the advent of cut throat competition, this cloning process has only hastened. Don’t you remember your mother/wife saying, “Pados waale Sharma ji jo TV laaye hain humein bhi wohi chaiye” Or a kid crying that he wants the new Play station which his friends have. You covet other mans wife, car, house, life.
If we look at it the other way round, “What’s the problem in being clones” After all we are all born humans. Same at birth. Same creator. Same creation. Why is the need to be different? Just that it doesn’t seem all that right to be part of a monotonous system. It just seem what can I say, unnatural.
The similarity doesn’t end with the lives we tread; it follows us to our grave. However hard we have tried to make our post-death ceremonies different, the truth is, after a certain point, nothing but dust remains.
Anyhow, I was not able to answer the question of the big mustached guy. Good that it was just a dream. Am not sure what I had done for real. Not even sure I really do care to be all that distinctive. I might try now and then, something out of the blue to be different. Might also be successful at that for a while. Till someone decides to catch up and steal my thunder of course.
Life
Like an encumbrance to levy.
Challenges pouring in every hour,
Like thorns of a rose flower.
Which smells good,
But stings like wood.
Pressure building on all sides.
Not a moment to lay beside.
Like a complicated preparation of glycene,
With everyone so keen,
To uncover the unseen.
I think how good it had been,
If worries were not known and I with my fairy queen,
Striding along the path of my life,
Free from all strife.
No feeling to outshine others,
But a mind to follow,
And sooth others like a pillow.
With feeling of communism,
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