When i blogged a few days ago , I thought that this 5 year courtship with writing is possibly coming to an end , like i always say , all relationships have a "Best Before" or "use by " date , also known as expiry date . It doesn't seem so , my self imposed solitude does push me to write more and let the thoughts find a demise...Human mind runs thoughts like semen , if they are in the head, they may be of some consequence , once out, one in a billion are worth its while.
तेरी खुश्बू का पता करती है, मुझपे एहसान हवा करती है ......
शब् इ तन्हाई में अक्सर। ।गुफ़्त्गु तुझ से रहा करती है। ....
दिल को उस राह पे चलना ही नहीं। .... जो मुझे तुझ से जुदा करती है। …
ज़िन्दगी मेरी थी लेकिन अब तो। .... तेरे कहने मैं रहा करती है। …
उसने देखा ही नहीं वरना यह आखें। …हाल इस दिल का कहा करती हैं।
बारिश होते ही किसी शख्स की याद..... कूचा इ जान में सदा करती है
मुझसे भी उसका है ऐसा ही सलूक। यादें जैसी मुझसे किया करती हैं। ।
बातें करती हैं कुछ और बयाँ। बात कुछ और हुआ करती है
अब्र बरसे तो इनायत उसकी। ।शाख तो सिर्फ दुआ करती है। …
मसला जब भी उठा चराग़ों का। …फ़ैसला सिर्फ हवा करती है।
First thought today is about identity , who we are , we are tagged with a name by birth , a society, a language and a living environment . The all bond together to impose a persona on us , as we evolve our work and physical appearance give us that identity. But we are essentially very detached to this identity imposed on us . An example of this imposed identity is a typical matrimonial ad which I find demeaning and sometimes laughable . Take a typical ad "Boy for Hindu Kyastha , south delhi business family, MA, Fair ,163 cms, Non Manglik girl, employed with MNC , 5 figure salary" , which part of this ad is actually about the woman . None
She was born in a Hindu family not by choice , family's location and profession is incidental , so in colour of skin, education is per parents wish and affordability, job follows . This is how cattlish we are . Known by thin or fat , fair or dark and origin.
The essential drive for all humans is first dignity, second desirability and third pleasure. The concept of "dignity" by my choice or by Karma , by my creation is alien to Indian society. This is even more sad, when the Hindu scriptures clearly say that your Karma and not your "Janma" define you .
Men and women in this country are chasing shadows of self created illusions, how we should eat , look , conduct and spend . This is NOT who we are , how we conduct our Karma in relationships is what we are . I havent met any of my relatives in more than decade unless it is an embarrassing run in . Even then the standard questionnaire is what you do, where you live , How many houses and cars etc ...I find the questionnaire repetitive and nauseating .
This shadow chasing has made the relationship matrix plastic and even the most emotional relationships governed by standard procedures , rituals , practices and worse ..law....What we say, wear, spend, see and not see , all governed by this . This leads to a constant "forced act" of keeping the "system" alive . We run "arrangements" and not "relationships" .
In love, I see no Judgement, no rituals, no layers and no "positioning " , love is glass like ...the clearer it is , the more divine it is ....
Today, I also remember beloved SG , it's been 20 years to Jan 6th , 1994 ..Hope you are happy , wherever you are ....and are able to justify your decision, even today ...to at least yourself .
Todays Ghazal is Praveen Shakir , i am posted video of incomplete version however the text is complete and simplified .
तेरी खुश्बू का पता करती है, मुझपे एहसान हवा करती है ......
शब् इ तन्हाई में अक्सर। ।गुफ़्त्गु तुझ से रहा करती है। ....
दिल को उस राह पे चलना ही नहीं। .... जो मुझे तुझ से जुदा करती है। …
ज़िन्दगी मेरी थी लेकिन अब तो। .... तेरे कहने मैं रहा करती है। …
उसने देखा ही नहीं वरना यह आखें। …हाल इस दिल का कहा करती हैं।
बारिश होते ही किसी शख्स की याद..... कूचा इ जान में सदा करती है
मुझसे भी उसका है ऐसा ही सलूक। यादें जैसी मुझसे किया करती हैं। ।
बातें करती हैं कुछ और बयाँ। बात कुछ और हुआ करती है
अब्र बरसे तो इनायत उसकी। ।शाख तो सिर्फ दुआ करती है। …
मसला जब भी उठा चराग़ों का। …फ़ैसला सिर्फ हवा करती है।
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