लड़ता भागता बचपन

Back to back posts in Hindi.


 माँ के पल्लू को दातों से कुतरता,उँगलियों में घुमाता,शर्माता,
पैरों से मट्टी में गोले बनाता,ज़मीन को घूरता हुआ,छिपता हुआ,
वो बचपन ही था ना?चीज़ें समझना जब ज़रूरी नहीं हुआ करता था?
जब छिपने को जगह हमेशा मिला करती थी,अलमारी के पीछे,कुर्सी के नीचे.

गिलास गिरने,दूध फ़ैलाने पर एक मीठी सी झिडकी ही तो मिलती थी,
चोट खाने पर,माँ का वो झूठ मूठ का गुस्सा,उनका वो सच मुच का प्यार,
एक बार फिर,माँ,थोडा गुस्सा करो ना,पूछो, की क्या सब ठीक है?
हाँ,पल्लू हाथ से फिसल चूका है,लेकिन वो बचपन,लड़ रहा है,भाग रहा है,बड़प्पन से दूर...

अकेली ख़ामोशी...

Hindi version of a theme that I had written before ( Silence...a little alone ) , always felt that it would come out better in Hindi....thnx again...google translitration..

ख़ामोशी, अनमने से बच्चे की तरह,
जिसे उसका खिलौना न मिला हो,
गाल फुला कर,अकेले उस कोने में तकती हमें,
जहाँ उसे सब देख सकें ,और महसूस करें,कोई नाराज़ है.

शोर मचाती,मगर ,डरते हुए,रुक जाती जब उसे घूरा जाता,
चीज़ें जान बूझ के गिराती,बेफकूफ ख़ामोशी,सन्नाटे को ही तोड़ने पर तुली हुई,
गुस्सा  मैं,पहुंचा उसके पास,पूछा,क्यों चुप चाप नहीं बैठती ,
गोल सी आखें घुमा कर बोली,मासूम सी ख़ामोशी,"थोड़ी अकेली हूँ,मेरे साथ बैठोगे??"
 

Trip to Jaipur..again..

Trip to home brings out my funny side. Yes,I do have a funny side.
So no matter what you naysayers say,I am so not going to be detracted/discouraged.


As the brave white knight who makes his way through,fights the princess,defeats her and wins
the dragons heart I tread again on this perilous journey.
Writing something funny.Not something sad/motivating/inspiring/arbit stuff I usually write.

And nothing is as funny as traveling back home on a friday night.
One has a lot of things to look forward to. Rather I had a lot of s*** to handle.

Classes,downright depressing 2 hours of staring at problems that if solved would help
well,nobody,top it up with calls from concerned friends if I was okay ( euphemism galore,go figure what they said ),getting stuck up in a protracted meeting for a duration where all those theories of  time & space
seem to get caught up in the meeting itself.

Highlights/Reasons for the trip...

 1)Friends getting married for no apparent reason.
   
2) Going through the whole excruciating process of poojas and ceremonies after promising
    to you that it would be a simple court affairs followed by high tea ( well, this should be counted as
    funny,and from now on consider this

3) Taking a cycle rickshaw to travel from point A to B ( that was kind of given right?? but then I am doing       my  MBA right??) .
 Now I am pretty uncomfortable with this particular mode of transport. Apart from the fact that most of them were purchased and being used since 1925,and frankly with the few extra grams I have
generated ( with great difficulty ) as a part of an extensive dietary and exercise regime I have been following for quite some time now,its a little difficult for me to fit in that space.

And once that poor soul starts pulling the rickshaw,even though I know my weight is not the problem I feel bad. Its like I am some "rule the village an iron fist" guy from black and white Indian movies. 

4) Now I know you have not read my earlier escapades adventures ( which are extremely boring to the extent
of being hazardous to public health and sanity,so avoid anyways ) but the means I take to reach Jaipur are getting disastrous to say the least.From hitching a ride in an Innova with driving catching some sleep during the trip ( and trying so hard to get me killed ) to this time when I had to resort to Rajasthan roadways bus where "We the people" just don't get believe that seat for 3 is meant only for 3,may be 4 or 5 but not 6...definitely not 6.And that too with luggage,sir,absolutely no sir. I understand that you would get down after 2 hours but my lungs and all need some ridiculously useless things,air and all,geesh!!

Anyways...I had a lot to say,but then its 4 15 AM and I have a wedding to attend..ya,same guy,who after promising court proceedings is going the Suraj Barjatya way...Ham apke hain kaun types...phew...sobbb

7/10

This one as a result of some intellectual (:P) argument about ego etc.


Third in line,lost out again,
To my ego,my biases,my banes.

Clouding my thought,blurring my sights,
Bolstering my wrongs,wronging my rights.

Waging a crusade,against self,vigorously,
Dichotomous factions,hurting myself callously.

8 lines

For some success comes,even if it takes time and it feels great then.
For some,wait is a little longer,hurts a little more but then I am sure it would be even sweeter.
For those who took that plunge,fell hard but stood up again..

And I took the plunge,eyes closed,smile wide,
Held the bull,took it by horns,braced that ride.

Grip,initially firm,stride confident,serene,
World,resplendent,promising all its sheen.

But far too many jerks,tussles,slips,
Sheen dampened,steady light no more,mere weak blips.

For the grip started slipping,and fall seemed into abyss,
With gloves missing,safety net,torn,lose,amiss.

Spoken but unheard...

 Trying so hard,to get words out,
Most of them,poor things,implode,
Channel,tortuous,all they could manage was shout,
Their voice,sadly,not loud enough,as they are left,unattended,ignored

Spoken but unheard...

Trying so hard,to get words out,
Most of them,poor things,implode,
Channel,tortuous,all they could manage was shout,
Their voice,sadly,not loud enough,as they are left,unattended,ignored

Absolute arbitness...

This is what happens when you are trying to manage through a really really slow and not to mention boring lecture.
During boring lectures,You write.Rather,one writes,even ratherer,I write.


Messing around with words and emotions leads to poetry.Or so I think.


Quotadine themes,attempts at wierd sentence formations,word counts and structures.


All this in one language class...

 
Readers,you are more than welcome to provide title for each of them.


The best title will....ummmm...given the extremely liquidity strapped
situation of the author wont get anything.

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First instinct,second guesses,
Lot of hits and some misses.


Tight rope,loose safety net,
This,the only chance,that,the last bet.


Lows frustating,exhilarating highs,
Holding the breaths,masking those sighs.


Today,tomorrow,day after and again,
Striving,for that closure,switch to a new lane.

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Tried this one to increase the word frequency in each stanza,failed miserably.
Second line of second stanza says it all doesnt it?



Right things,wrong time,
Poetic words,sans rhyme.

Kid like happy,adult like sad,
Letting things go,holding on bad.

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This came from a spanish sentence which on translation meant,"I remember my dream".Which was both inspiring and pinching.But could not finish it as class got over by then...

Used to laugh with it,with it I cried,
Shared everything,with it,I never shied.

Like those best buds,who fought and reconciled,
Some one with whom silence,never ackward,it even smiled.

All of a sudden,it was snatched,tucked away,
Locked in the close of "life",not meant to see another day.

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A little longer...

A semblance of peace,something right,
as I delay getting up today,keep the eyes close,a little long,
Those nagging voices from within,a little quite,
Hum that tune,turn up the volume,make it a song...

Silence...A little alone...

Four lines after a hiatus...

In that room,emptiness sits all alone,
Trying desperately to find someone to talk to,
Jumping over tables & chairs,trying to entice me in that shrill tone,
While I run towards noise,sounds of silence ,growing low...