December 5, 2013
November 7, 2013
Each day I wake up in the morning, I wake up with a few targets in mind and by the time I get down my bed, wear my slippers, rub off the wax from my eyes and reach the washroom, those ‘targets’ are arranged according to my priorities. Some of those targets are finished that very day, few in a week and the remaining never get to see the light of the day.
Now you might be wondering, why am I narrating this (no-it’s-not-a) story to you? Actually, I believe that this is a story of each one of us. No matter what our priorities are, how different our targets turn out to be as we grow up, the ultimate need of each one of us is to be ‘happy’.
A lot has already been said on what I wish to write today. Scores of movies are made and countless number of speeches are delivered every year on this; yet I dare to take up this question, “How do you know if you are happy or not?”
In a lay man’s language, happiness is a state of contentment, joy and absence of fear.
How was your last weekend? Are you ‘happy’ (read satisfied) with the way your friends treat you? Do you like being at your workplace with your colleagues? Is your spouse cooperative? Was there something which was disturbing you, the last time you were having dinner with your love or playing your favourite video game or watching a cricket match? You had to eat the corn cold, because you were answering an irritating call.
You think you deserve more than what you have right now. A six figure salary, a better wife or you want to do what you had always wished to. DO IT NOW.
Write poetry, sing for the crowd, swim in the beach on Saturday afternoons, go out and climb mountains, learn Spanish or French, watch movies, play with balloons, hit the treadmill to burn the belly fat, eat at the finest restaurant in your city and live with the person you love the most.
Practically, it’s not possible to live an ideal life, the way I portrayed in last few lines but yes, you can at least try to reach point of your life which is somewhat closer to what an ideal life means to you.That’s the only way you can remain ‘happy’.
October 23, 2013
लोग कहते हैं कि कविता लिखना कठिन है और कुछ लोगों के लिए तो बिलकुल जों में से रस निकालने जैसा काम है ये। मैंने कभी भी इस कथन पर ध्यान नहीं, दिया, भला देता भी तो क्यों। मैं तो पिछले 7-8 वर्षों से कवितायें लिख रहा हूँ और कसम से, एक-आध छंद लिख डालना कोई बड़ी बात नहीं है। दिमाग में सब्जेक्ट की एक छवि बनाओ, थोड़ा दाएँ-बाएँ नज़र घुमाओ, शब्द बटोरो और बस पलट दो सब कुछ पन्ने पर।
अब हो सकता है कि आप कहें कि वाह! बड़ी ही आसानी से कह गया ये सब कुछ, ये जो कहा ‘शब्द बटोरो और बस…’, यहीं तो फँस जाती है गाडी हमारी। चलो अगर किसी तरह कुछ मशक्कत करके, जोर-ज़बरदस्ती से कहीं से कुछ शब्द ‘बटोर’ भी लिए तो तुक का क्या? अगर ऐसे ही बस शब्दों को पलटकर देखो तो जो सामने प्रस्तुत होता है वो इतना बेढंगा होगा की स्कूलों में पढाई जाने वाली इतिहास की किताबें बेहतर लगने लगें उसके सामने।
October 8, 2013
I am writing this just for the sake of writing. I don’t have anything to share as such. I don’t click pictures with a DSLR, I don’t paint. I have not read much in last few weeks, or months, I have not even visited a hill station or just stepped out of my station so that I share pictures of me jumping from a cliff or standing in front of a waterfall drenched in its sweet water or something as simple as dining at a good restaurant. But I still have a reason to be here.
Before I proceed, I want to define the word ‘reason’ for you. For me, ‘reason’ is what keeps a man going, ‘reason’ makes you vigilant, it motivates you and makes you to do what you like and what you should do. If you lose the reason of your priorities and your beliefs, you end up in… (I don’t have any word for this, but it’s supposed to be something very grave and negative). There’s a famous quote by Anton Chekhov which goes like this
You have lost your reason and taken the wrong path. You have taken lies for truth, and hideousness for beauty. You would marvel if, owing to strange events of some sorts, frogs and lizards suddenly grew on apple and orange trees instead of fruit, or if roses began to smell like a sweating horse; so I marvel at you who exchange heaven for earth. I don’t want to understand you.
So, I was talking of my reason of being here, being here when I have nothing to share, as I said earlier. Well I met a writer yesterday, a famous one, and I asked him about ‘writer’s block’.
“Haan…“, he said in a serious tone after being humerous and witty for the last one hour.
“How to deal with it”, I asked.
“Don’t let that situation come because it’s not very easy to come out of it. Okay, I’ll suggest you one thing. Write something everyday for an hour or two. Build that discipline. It’s possible, or almost sure, that you can’t come up with something worth reading everyday but remember that’s a part of writing. You have to write something non sense to come up with something sensible the next day. I think you got my point.”
“Yes sir”, I said with a smile.