Tuesday, March 29, 2011

कुछ ऐसे भी पल होते हैं...

Those were the days, when one lived (and discovered life) through songs, poems and stray comments/ quotes and phrases...

This was one such song... which helped making sense of another part of life which was happening somewhere inside...

(It was an archeological find to discover this song today - so made a video around it, with sketches/ paintings/ photographs I had created...)

कुछ ऐसे भी पल होते हैं - मन्ना डे

Monday, March 28, 2011

it's all about The Story.. that we write, live, believe in....

a fable I read long time back - and still remember...

Whenever there was misfortune in the land, the great Rabbi would go to certain parts of the forest. There he would light a fire, say a special prayer, and miraculously the misfortune would be averted.

When the great Rabbi died, his principle disciple carried on with the custom. When the misfortune would strike the land, he would go to the same place in the forest, and say:

"O Lord! I do not know how to light the fire, but I am still able to say the prayer."

And again, the miracle would happen!!!

Still later, when the disciple died, his own appointed pupil would go to the forest to save the people of the land. He would say:

"I do not know how to light the fire, and I do not know the prayer, but I know the place and this should be sufficient."

And then it fell on the newest rabbi to overcome the misfortunes. Sitting in his armchair, his head in his hands, he spoke to God:

"I am unable to light the fire and I do not know the prayer; I cannot even find the place in the forest. All I can do is to tell the story, and this must be sufficient."

...And it was sufficient!!

God made man because He loves stories.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

और मैं निरुत्तर हूँ...

Bal Swarup "Rahi" used to be my "resident poet" - someone with whom I could resonate, and who would articulate what I could not then (that's back in the early '70s)... ...some of his verses I (re-)discovered today:

कौफी के प्याले में, कब तलक डुबोओगे,
अन्तरंग कडुआपन,
मुझसे यूं पुछा है उकताई शाम नें,
और मैं निरुत्तर हूँ...


धुंए और धुंध भरे इस युग में,
आओ, हम अर्थ की तलाश करें,
चाहे वह व्यर्थ हो...


शब्द जो तिरिस्कृत हैं,
अर्थ जो बहिष्कृत हैं,
लाओ, हम उन्हें नए गीतों में ढाल दें...

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

वख्त कि धूप में हर चीज़ झुलस जायेगी...

This was/has been a song (sung by Mukesh - lyrics: Shamim Shahabadi) which (has) kept changing its meaning as life unfolded...

... as a template which defined a tentative/hesitant engagement with relationships then... and, in a similar manner, with Life per se later on...

तू मेरे साथ चल ना पायेगी...

जब तेरी राह मेरी राह से मिलती ही नहीं,
फिर मेरा साथ निभाने की ज़रुरत क्या है
अपनी मासूम तमन्नाओं को रहबर ना बना,
ख्वाब फिर ख्वाब हैं, ख़्वाबों की हकीकत क्या है....
ये नयी राह तुझे रास नहीं आएगी...

मैंने माना कि तुझे मुझसे मुहब्बत है मगर,
मेरी ग़ुरबत तेरी चाहत का सिला क्या देगी,
अपनी महरूमी-ए-किस्मत से परेशान हूँ मैं,
बेबसी अश्क-ए-निदामत के सिवा क्या देगी,
वख्त की धूप में हर चीज़ झुलस जायेगी...


Monday, March 14, 2011

ऊषा की क्षणिक अरुणिमा में...

We met in '70, which - looking back - was a freak chance in the Brownian Movement of lives unfolding... and we grew-up together... the trio, who thought/believed that one could change/understand the "reality" (with a "R") with our discussions, rantings, poems...

One of us is no more (died, consumed by/succombed by his addiction to life/intensity of the zeitgeist, when we were growing up... or, so I would like to believe!), one took up a government job, and well... here I am :)

but these verses, written by one of us (not me!) still hold true - at least for me... the essence is where we start from!

दोपहर-रात, ये सुबह-शाम
भी जीवन के हैं भाग किन्तु,
ऊषा की क्षणिक अरुणिमा में
ही सत्य निहित है जीवन का...

Sunday, March 06, 2011

..when the history was "happening"

I was rummaging through some of my old diaries, last night. In one of the flaps, I found this crumpled vestige of history - the news-paper headlines on the morning after The Emergency was declared in India in June '75...

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...I guess, for that 21yr old then, to have saved it, there must have been a sense that one was seeing history "happening"

Saturday, March 05, 2011

My very own "Zima Junction"

सभी जो साथ थे वो पा गए अपने किनारों को,
हम्ही बस हैं कि जिसकी उलझनें अब भी दिशाएं हैं |

कभी जब ऊब कर अपने बनाए आज से बच कर,
पुराने रास्तों में फिर भटकते अजनबी बन कर..
...किसी सुनसान झुरमुट से हमारा ही कोई साया
निकल कर पूछ लेता, व्यंग की मुस्कान-सी भर कर:

"मुझे क्यों भूलते हो, जब मुझे ही खोजते हो तुम?
तुम्हारी आत्मा हूँ मैं, शुरू मुझसे हुए थे तुम|"

सहम कर हम ठिठक जाते, उसी सुनसान झुरमुट पर,
स्वयं को आंकने की चाह से ये पूछ लेते हैं:

"सभी ने पा लिया सन्दर्भ अपना, एक हम ही क्यों
अभी तक ढूंढते, दोहरा रहे अपनी पुकारों को?
...कहाँ तक ज़िन्दगी में भटकने की विवशताएँ हैं?....

[31yrs back, on March 1,'80, I had joined my first job (looking back, that is how life happens, and I am glad that is how it did). But back then, it was a betrayal to all that I thought/imagined I will/can be as a 25yr-old... having a job was a safe external anchor to "Living" (and I needed that too!)... even though I was still struggling with what to make of my "Life".
This was my first diary-entry after taking the plunge...
...though, on another note, not much has changed since I wrote these line... ]

ये लोग...

ये लोग,
जो 'आज' से भाग कर,
'कल' को पकड़ना चाहते हैं...

मुझे लगता है...
कि एक दिन,
रात की दहलीज से
ठोकर खा कर
गिर पड़ेंगे...

...और उनका आने वाला 'कल'
एक नए
'आज' में बदल जाएगा |

14/07/80 - Korba

Tuesday, March 01, 2011

आह! चंचल काल का पग...

In An Autobiographical Story.. of sorts, which was written more than a decade after these verses, the last of the floating voices/ pronouncements - my sanchit karmas - who announced the contours of the life-to-unfold was this:

…”And I am the end, the final aim that’ll dog each of your steps. I will contradict Life. But you’ll never be able to recognize me as separate from Life, for I’m Death. My shadow will be your shadow. I’ll fascinate you, and haunt you in the long hours of loneliness. You will live through decaying feelings and faces. But I’ll help you to live and grow, and will thrive on your own sense of mortality…”

I guess, the reason for having written these lines (or more accurately, for these lines to be written) were the verses which would come to me when I was growing up. This one was transcribed somewhere during October '71.

आह! चंचल काल का पग,
ह्रदय-गति पर नृत्य करता
थक रहा है|

तार श्वासों का निरंतर
मंद होता; मौन का स्वर
हंस रहा है||

...आज, आ ओ शून्य! होऊं लीन तुझमें,
गूंजता है आज तेरा गीत मुझमें!