Monday, January 20, 2020

Fear


What is fear?

This is a question that I had not thought of.

Not like I haven’t felt fear, it has been with me as a friend, haranguing me, pushing me, pulling me, maybe sometimes even motivating me.

Come to think of it, it has been like a very close friend, who just knows everything about you.

A closed confidant of mine, like an invisible Hobbes to my Calvin.

Never visible to the external world, hidden behind my façade.

If someone would have asked me what is it that I wanted, I always used to say I want to be fearless.

I kept repeating this “I want to be fearless” mantra so many times that it almost seemed like an immutable truth.

So all I kept doing was to chant this mantra, consciously and subconsciously, infinity times over, and then some more.

The more I reinforced this mantra, the more fearful I became.

Fearlessness became the protagonist of what seemed like a twisted, dark psychological thriller which almost always lost out to my old friend, the so-called villain.

Outsmarted, outmaneuvered at every turn.

Behind every dream that I didn’t pursue, any time I took a wrong decision when I felt I let someone down or even when I did not even make a decision, it just stood by me, rock-solid, mocking me of my fearlessness.

And this fear seemed like it was just with me, deeply running like blood through my veins when everyone else seemed to have the right ingredients in their DNA.

Abruptly cutting it short though, someone said as an answer to what is fear made me think about it for the first time.

Fear as an objective, natural kind of phenomenon, without the taboo I had associated with it and by extension myself (myself a taboo – kind of funny when you think about it).

“Fear is measured by the degree one is separated by oneself and others”, was the rough translation of what I understood from that answer.

It made sense to me, and not just at an intellectual level, but an experiential one.
Not from the books I have read, but from the experiences of the times when I am connected, and connected so very deeply with the world beyond me, my tiny little world so to speak.

Whenever that happened, I was alive, at that moment and for that moment, fear took a backseat.

It was there, very much there but slightly benevolent, not as frowny and maybe even relaxed.

May be now I understand what goes on that battlefield and how can some mere mortals go above and beyond.

Fear is a permanent fixture but its gravitational pull is inversely proportional to the connectedness of my tiny little bit with the whole wide world, a world with folks who are dealing with their fears , moment to moment.













Tuesday, January 7, 2020

समझ

इस झूठ के दलदल में , सब पर कीचड़ है
दाएं या बाएं , या सबके दरमयान , बीच में आप
कमल के गले में उंगलिआं हैं , या हाथ के चंगुल में फ़ूल
मुझे ऐसे लग रहा,की हम पब्लिक है ब्लडी फूल

सत्ता के गलियारे में जिनको भेजा था ,
और जिसको कहा था,तुम विपक्षी हो,
दोनों ही हमारे तो थे,हमारी ऊँगली की स्याही
फिर क्यों हमारी ऊँगली आज मरोड़ दी गयी?

सच कहीं तो है,पर कहाँ?
सड़कों पर,या टीवी पर,
कॉलेज में,या ट्विटर पर
अंग्रेजी में,या हिंदी में?

सच के चेहरे पर तो तेज़ाब है , शर्मसार वो खुद
कभी बेरोज़गार के पास,या फ़िल्मी बाबू के माइक पर ?
छात्रों के मुखोटों  में ,या पुलिस की लाठिओं में ?
जला हुआ,पहचान से परे , ठिठुर रहा , फुटपाथ पर

मैं भी ढून्ढ रहा हूँ, पर गूगल भी बताता नहीं
जो बता रहे हैं, उनका समझ आता नही
चलो आज फिर कोशिश करता हूँ,
वरना समझ नहीं आता , की टीका ऊँगली पर लगाऊं ,या माथे पर