Thursday 20 February 2014

Shine away, Irrespective ( :


There are things I miss that I shouldn't 
and things I don't that I should.. 
Yeah I Got a twisted way of demarcating things.. 
The conundrum of Should, Could and Would.

Though one rule of thumb I do swear by
\with both temporary and long term effect
Shove all your prejudices aside
And practice more of accept than expect.


Shine away,
in your own light..
Emanate
Unobjective
Shine away
Into the starry night
Shine away...
Irrespective

Even 
After 
All this time
The sun never says 
To the earth
"You owe me."
Look
What happens 
With a love like that
It lights up the 
Whole 
Sky.

Every.
Day.
Without
Fail.
No agenda
or high expectation
No grudges
Only absolution

Shine Away, You.
Promote what you Love instead of Bashing what you Hate.



On a lighter note : D


Friday 7 February 2014

The Urdu Fixation


“Ranjish hi sahi dil hi dukhane ke liye aa
aa phir se mujhe chhod ke jaane ke liye aa..
Pahale se maraasim na sahii phir bhi kabhi toh
rasm-o-rahe duniya ki nibhane ke liye aa..
Kis kis ko batayenge judaai ka sabab hum
tu mujhse khafaa hai toh zamaane ke liye aa..
kuch toh mere pindaar-e-mohabbat ka bharam rakh
tu bhi to kabhi mujh ko manaane ke liye aa..
ek umr se hoon lazzat-e-giriyaa se bhi maharuum
aye raahat-e-jaan mujh ko rulaane ke liye aa..
ab tak dil-e-khushfeham ko tujh se hain ummiden
ye aakharii shamma bhi bujhaane ke liye aa ....”

― Ahmad Faraz



The above shayari, when weaved into music and sung by Mehndi Hassan is my All time favorite ghazal. It is ethereal and vulnerable and transpires an air of mystique and brilliance about itself each time i hear it. There is something about Urdu poetry that inspires awe in me. I am not sure if its the linguistic flair or its persian influence that attracts me more to it, but its definitely worth an attempt.



Unlike legal jargon which drive me absolutely nuts
Shayari seems incomprehendible in ways i prefer,driving me nuts in ways i like




Yeh ishq naheen aasaan, bas itna samajh lijiye
Ik aag ka dariya hai, aur doob ke jaanaa hai

- Mirza Ghalib

Probably the first shayari i had ever heard.  More than the words itself,i remember the way the curly haired woman onscreen had recited it. Every word full of an era gone by and  pause of anguish at the end of each line. *sigh* 

I guess the ghazal's my dad would routinely hear at home got to me after all. 



Yeh ishq nahi aasaan
bas itna samajh lijiye
is aag me jalne ki
jald baazi na kijiye 

Is ishq mein nafrat bhi, is ishq mein junoon hain
yeh woh toofan hai jisme thandi sukhoon hai
is par zor nahin, yeh wo aatish hai
therav jo shor mein simti
har lahu mein khwaish hai

Yeh ishq nahi aasaan
bas itna samajh lijiye
jalti aag me jo kood chuke hain
paar karke hi dum lijiye

- Karishma Singh

Sunday 2 February 2014

On Being 23 and What is the What

Holy Shit, 23 And NO Balloons!
The possible indication that i might be getting mature and old makes me a little sad. But then i decided, "fuck ponderings"and bought a bunch for myself from the beiloon bhaiya on my way back home tonite :) And thats how the balance was restored to my world.

The thing is,I had been feeling pretty blah this week, trolling about my room draped in what my friend chose to call,"a curtain" around me. But behold, friends and Co. intervened ( to my initial reluctance) and rescued me from my self imposed slump :)

The glorious chocolate cake brought by my college peeps deserves special mention, after all, it was the first of the chocolate attack that followed  through he rest of the day, but who's complaining. Yummy food, ugly crying due to some brilliantly written stuff by Sho, and tons of chocolate in various forms later, I had a pretty darn awesome day. And i have to admit, i have the creme de a creme of friends. Much Love :)

The moment i returned home,i jumped into my bed with the book i have been cheating on everybody this whole week with. And an excerpt from it is what i wish to share today.


Its a part of a fable and goes like this :



Ebok and his wife had fallen on hard times. Drought set in after a season of poor-selling, meager crops. Their children, now school aged, had no shoes to carry them to school. They were beginning to go hungry. Every night Ebok prayed to God for a miracle. He prayed for God to send something to save his family.

One night – after many, many nights of praying – God appeared.


He appeared with a cow the size of three cows combined. A cow, Ebok knew, that would save his family and secure their future.


“I’ve heard your prayers, and have come with a gift,” God said to Ebok, “So this cow can be yours from this moment on, unless, of course, you’d rather have the What.”


Ebok replied like anyone would reply. “Well, what is the What?”


And God said what any God would say, “The What, my son, cannot be described.”


Ebok was distraught. Clearly God would not mention this What if it wasn’t worth wanting. He would not come and offer a gift that could not save him and his family, just as the cow would. But what was the What?


After a few moments God pressed Ebok to make his decision. Ebok looked to his hut where his wife and children slept, then back to the very fat cow standing before him. And in that moment he knew exactly which he had to choose.


The story is from the book I’m reading – Dave Eggers  novel titled, appropriately, What is the What. I can’t decide which Ebok chose. Did his faith in God lead him to take a leap and choose the What? Or did his love for his family, and immediate needs, make him sacrifice adventure for security?


And which would I choose? The unknown or the certain? The security or the thrill? The cow or the What?


Personally,I’d like to think I’d choose the What. I’d like to think I’ve chosen it already. But does choosing the cow mean I can be satisfied with basic needs? That I can sacrifice adventure for what’s truly important? That I can focus on care for my family?


Is the What for fools or for dreamers? I’m not sure it matters. I’m fairly certain I couldn’t live my life knowing I had a chance at having the What – and passed it up for a cow.


Which would you choose?


Clearly,until i am through with this book, my hibernation mode will continue.