Thursday, June 28, 2018

Revisiting


Its been a long time…
since I wandered down this path
Breathing in the air,
loaded with the scent of emotions
My bare feet fall softly
on the green grass of feelings
My eyes feasting on the colors
of thoughts that dance in my mind
Its been a long time…
Since I opened the garden door
That thorn that pricked my finger
As I touched that pretty rose
A resplendent red of anger
My hand recoiled instinctively
Not wanting to explore further
Its been a long time…
Since I breathed the anger out
And yet, that bitter sweet scent
of vindication continues to intoxicate
The shadows that pretend to embrace
Threatening to envelope the mind
Once more
That embrace so inviting as is
That door of withdrawal
Its been a long time…
Since I walked this path


Wednesday, July 13, 2016

बहुत कुछ सिखा चली है ज़िंदगी हमे
कभी हॅसा कर तो कभी रुला कर चली
कभी हसीन से ख्वाब दिखा कर
तो कभी ख्वाबों को बिखेर कर
चलाती रही है ज़िंदगी हमे
हर कदम पर यह एहसास रहा
हर मोड़ पर ख़ुसीयों का इंतेज़ार रहा
यूँ ही बहलाती फुसलती  चली
जब जब सोचा हमने
अब कर लिया इसे काबू में हमने
हंस कर हाथों से फिसल कर चली
हर पल यह ख़याल रहा हमे
कैसे कैसे नाच नाचती रही हमे
कल की यादों को धुँधला करती
कल के ख्वाबों को रोशन करती
हंसते हँसाते रोते रुलाते चली
बहुत कुछ दिखा चली है ज़िंदगी हमे

Sunday, April 19, 2015

My Choice, Feminism and more…

My friend Vivek wrote an article recently and this post is a reaction to his article. The link to his article is http://vivekvaidya.com/five-learnings-about-feminism/

Thanks Vivek Vaidya, for a very succinct analysis of urbane feminism. I agree with all that you say, especially the part about Feminism being a personal thing.

However, I think, we also need to recognize the stereotypes that prevail in the society today and in fact rule the lives of most women. While for the privileged upper class/educated women, choice is what you take for granted, for a very large chunk of female population in our country, choice, responsibility and duty etc etc are defined and demanded based on these very stereotypes...nothing to do with ONLY men or women... it is the collective thinking that needs to undergo a change. Unfortunately, Deepika's video was unable to convey this and hence the flak. How many evolved writers, movie-makers, and other creative people have actually taken a step towards enlightening the populace?

We condemn rapes and propagate the need for learning self-defense, create apps for women to alert their loved ones in times of danger and so on… girls are told not to take chances/risks…to stay safe…all of this is required…yet, WHY should it be required? Why should someone else TEACH me, that it is MY CHOICE…when men take all of it for granted? Does it really have to do with the kind of Feminism you refer to? I think not. It refers to the fact that what is taken for granted, by 50% of the society, the remaining 50% cannot even aspire to it. The video tries to remind the world, that all of this, IS, in fact, MY CHOICE and I, as a women have every right to use it…un-burdened by societal restrictions, judgments…it is not, I believe, a call of Feminism…but in fact a reminder, that society as a whole, needs to change the way it thinks and perceives the actions of a free woman.

Every individual, not just women, draws a boundary for his/her behavior, based on his/her upbringing/social context/education and many such factors. However, for a large percentage of the female population these choices are not made by the boundaries she sets for herself, but by the boundaries that others set for her and force her to live within the confines of that boundary willingly or unwillingly, thus taking the power of choice away from her. THIS is what we should be concerning ourselves with.

Even if one feels Deepika’s video was ‘lame’ and irrelevant, it did generate a controversy and bring about a discussion…on many different platforms. The very fact that I have spent a precious 30 minutes of my Sunday writing this response to a blog article by a friend, indicates that there are many of us who feel rather strongly about it and wish to continue this debate.

I look forward to some responses to this reaction of mine…

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Happy New Year

आज की सुबह आई है 
कुछ धुंधलायी सी, कुछ उदास सी 
कुछ सोच में डूबी 
बीत चूका एक और साल यूं ही 
बहुत कुछ रह गया करने को बाकी 
कई बातें रह गयी अनकही अब भी 
कुछ जज़्बात हैं, कुछ आंसूं हैं 
आँखों में छुपे हुए अब भी 
कुछ खुशियां हैं अधूरी,
और बाकी हैं अब भी 
कुछ दोस्तों की महफ़िलें,
और कुछ दोस्तों का मिलना 
भी बाकी है अब भी 
हंसी के टेहके बचे हैं कुछ अब भी 
चलो इसी लिए कर लें 
नए साल को सलाम अब 
हर अधूरा काम हो पूरा अब 
हर ख़ुशी, हर सपना हो पूरा अब 
कल की सुबह जो आएगी 
हो वह उजालों में धूलि,
नए ख्वाहिशों में लिपटी अब 
उजाले हों साथ, ख्वाहिशें हो पूरी 
इसी उम्मीद को लिए मन में,
चलो करो इस साल को विदा 
नया साल हो मुबारक सब को !!!

Monday, May 5, 2014

its 12 yrs today, since a childhood friend passed away in a road accident and along with her she took her two small children and her grief stricken father followed shortly after. 12 yrs later, I am still trying to reconcile with what happened and make sense ... I miss her and her memory is so vivid in my mind, that I can practically hear her voice...despite the fact that I had not spoken to her for over 10 years when death embraced her...we wait...each day...postponing that phone call... that visit...for random, stupid reasons... and before we know it...we cannot do so anymore... I miss you dear Nammu, and I will always regret the years that I let pass without keeping in touch...

कभी जो चले थे हम हाथ पकड़ कर
उन दिनों की याद आती है अब भी
तेरी वह हँसी के ख्याल से अब भी
चेहरे पर मुस्कराहट आती है अब भी
ज़िन्दगी के सफ़र में तेरा हाथ छूटा
पर दिल में बसती रही तू हमेशा
तेरे साथ की चाह रही हमेशा
ज़िन्दगी से दूर चल दी तू
इतनी क्यों हो गयी बेसब्री तू
पीछे छोड़ कर सब जो चल दी तू
राहों पर मुड कर तुझे ढूँढ़ते हैं अब भी
यादों में ख्यालों में बसती है तू अब भी
तुझसे मिलने की आस रहती है अब भी


Wednesday, February 12, 2014

कई दिनों से एक यतीम सा ख्याल
दमाग़ के किसी दरीचे में
छुप कर बैठा है
खामोश, अपेख, इक्फा सा
रह रह कर अंगडाई लेता और  
अपने होने का एहसास दिलाता
जैसे किसी अँधेरे घर के झरोखे से
परदे को सरका कर
झांकता एक हल्का सा साया
किसी के होने का एहसास दिलाता
क्या था वह, जो ना हो कर भी
मुझे अपने होने का एहसास दिला जाता
कई बार सोचा, के उसके हलके से
आहट पर मैं भी खामोश हो
चुप चाप बैठ कर
उसके सामने आने का इंतज़ार करूं
पूछूं तो सही, क्या चाहता है
लेकिन मेरे ख़ामोशी पर जैसे
सुकून की नीद सो जाता
कमबख्त कुछ आहट ही नहीं करता
फिर मुझे अपने ज़ेहन पर शक होता
बेमतलब के फितूर पालता  है
जब कुछ है ही नहीं
तो न जाने किसकी आहट सुनाता है
लेकिन पता नहीं क्यों
रह रह कर अजीब सा बेचैन करता
इक भूली बात सा, धुन्दला धुन्दला
किसी पुराने ज़ख्म सा, ज़हनी दर्द सा
अदना सा झनझनाता हुआ
कानों के पास भिनभिनाता
मख्खी सा चिडाता हुआ
ख्याल ही था कोई अधुरा सा
मेरे इस कविता सा कच्चा सा




Thursday, October 24, 2013

It has been a while
Since I tried to arrange my thoughts
And put pen to paper
The disarray in my mind
If I could but paint
A splash of varied colors
Layered one upon the other
Overlapping and blended
Thoughts large and small
Important and trivial
Consuming all the space
In my brain
Till it’s ready to explode
If I could but
Segregate, separate and isolate
And clear the clutter
And then I think of the painting
That would then be
Isolated blotches of color
Separate and set apart
Boring and monotonous
Categorized and compartmentalized
Is that how I would want it?
No… no way
I prefer the colorful chaos
That messes up my mind
One thought flitting past swiftly
Blending in with another
Creating a different hue of
Fluid chaos…