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Showing posts with label pages of my diary. Show all posts

Friday, September 13, 2019

Loneliness

Read a post on LinkedIn where Cadbury has launched a campaign to raise awareness about increasing loneliness among older people. As per the pact, Cadbury has removed the company name, product name and any other words from the packaging and has kept only the purple cover and the half logo with two cups. The point is to donate the words to people who need to hear them. An intriguing initiative I would say.

Loneliness as per me is not just increasing among the older people. We can see it's effects among all age groups, from kids 6-7 years of age to the elders. I had a very detailed discussion with an 8 year old recently about what he wants people to improve on. This happened after he got into a fight with his parents and told them they do not understand! Parents, who as per the child, are not able to understand his 8 year old point of view! So when he had calmed down some after having 2 bowls of ice-cream, I asked him what did he mean. He patiently explained that most of the times when he gets into a mischief, he knows that he has done something he was not supposed to as soon as he has done it. And now the dilemma occurs whether to tell or not, whether to accept the mistake or not. Because apparently, this kid has already made a pact with himself never to repeat that mistake as he knows the consequences now. But if he tells his parents, he will be punished even after learning the lesson and feeling guilty. And if he does not tell, isn't that lying? he wonders. The wistfulness in his voice is heart-breaking when he says, "I wish there was someone who could understand this feeling. I feel so lonely sometimes."

The next discussion was with a cousin who is a girl of 28 whose parents are scanning the matrimonial sites day and night to find a good match for her. They have their own list of filter criteria like age, education, religion, caste, family back-ground and what not. But when the girl says that she wants to check the sunsign of these prospective grooms to see if she will ever be compatible with them, a heated debate follows where parents trash this idea as absurd. This cousin of mine is scared and puzzled. She is a shy creature with an eccentric personality and tremendous potential to achieve greatness. When she talks about the situation she says, "How can they be sure that an educated and religious guy will always be great but find it weird that sunsign may also be a good approach to check compatibility. Haven't we seen some examples in our family where all these factors proved irrelevant when some couples were concerned. Why can't they try to look at the things from this angle for once. What if I get stuck with someone who has no regard for my way of life. Why does no one understand where I am coming from. Oh, I feel so lonely sometimes".

Ironically, the next discussion that I had was with this girl's mother. She says she just wants to ensure her daughter's safe and secure future. She knows that her criteria are not fool-proof but is confident that they work ninety percent of the times. She however has no idea what this sunsign crap is and has no intention of exploring something that she deems inconsequential. She however is heartbroken over her daughter's frustration and anger towards her and says , " I know what is good for her. I am trying my best to ensure her happiness. I am willing to adjust some of the factors if I am convinced that they will deliver a better result. I am ready to fight the whole world, including my husband if it's required to keep my child safe. Why doesn't she understand that. Why doesn't anyone understand that. Oh, I feel so lonely sometimes,"

And last but not the least, I remember the far away look in my grand-mother's eyes whenever we went for walks after my grandfather, her husband of 60 years passed away. She never suspected her family's love and devotion for her. She sometimes said that we all have given her immense strength to continue. But she had lost that will to live when my Nana left. Though she never would have said that in words, she felt extremely lonely in-spite of the crowd surrounding her till the day she herself passed away.

So what is this stage that we all have come to? And where do we go from here? How do we start feeling more connected, heard, understood and less lonely. I guess the only way is to start with one conversation at a time, full of empathy and a will to listen, absorb, analyse and then respond. Those of us, who still can act should take up this responsibility and start reaching out to their loved ones. Otherwise loneliness is something that will kill all of us brutally, and long before any other climatic and environmental conditions gets a chance to complete the task.

Ending this post with some lines from my favorite author

इसका सोचा भी ना था अबके जो तन्हा  गुज़री
वह क़यामत ही गनीमत थी जो यकजा गुज़री

आ गले तुझको लगा लूँ मेरे प्यारे दुश्मन
एक मेरी बात नहीं, तुझपे भी क्या क्या गुज़री

मेरी तन्हा-सफ़री मेरा मुक्कदर थी 'फ़राज़ '
वर्ना इस शहरे-तमन्ना  से तो दुनिया गुज़री

(अहमद फ़राज़ )

Friday, September 6, 2019

Parenthood

So, as far as my memory goes back, I can always see myself as a sad, ugly but intelligent child. I remember being picked upon by school-mates who were prettier, fairer, wealthier. I remember them telling me that I am so unlucky when I didn't get picked up for a lucky draw fifth time in a row. I don't recall if any of them were picked.

I remember being at home and getting scolded and shouted at for being too logical, for arguing with my parents. I remember my mom shouting like crazy and running behind me with a stool to hit me when I had lied about staying at the friend's place longer because I didn't want to come back home. I remember crying myself to sleep almost everyday as a kid, mostly because I had a fight with my mom and sometimes because my crush had no idea that I was so desperately in love with him. I remember some elders asking me why was I always sad.

I also remember that in college I tried to have a relationship but thankfully realized in a very short span of time that it was not worth it. I could do better. I also remember making a friend with whom I connected on every level. In a long, long time, I felt like I could breath without a worry. And then it all came crashing down when that friend proved to be a troubled but disastrous soul who was working many angles at the same time. It was my Mom who got me out of that situation.

And that is when I thought that my friendship with my mother began. We started to understand each other better. We considered each other's point of views before getting into an argument. So things got way better from that point on. She had some major surgeries during that time and I stayed with her as a rock. I am her rock till today. even more so since we lost my grand-parents who were her biggest emotional support.

But till today, sometimes it gets too difficult to see the things like she sees them. I understand her beliefs, her values and respect them. But I do not want to raise a child and make him/her go through the hell that I have gone through because it is so difficult to try and understand your child's view when you are building a home, paying the bills, doing a full-time job and raising 3 kids.  Is it so bad that I don't know if I want to have a kid or not. I am terrified of the possibility that I can any day turn into what my mother was that that stage and cause harm in such a way that will hurt even after 25 years.

Even when I am dealing with my husband and a difficult issue comes up, I react only after ensuring that this is not how my parents would behave. Some times when I realize that I am behaving just the way my mom would in a difficult situation, by exposing everyone to her negative thoughts and beliefs, making it difficult for everyone at home to even breath, smile, talk normally for days in a row, I feel a sudden shock and then I pull myself back.

And then sometimes like today I ponder on this - Has this whole experience made me a better person or worse. Is it good that I am conscious that I can hurt people by my words, or is it bad because in order to avoid a confrontation, I let people walk all over me. I struggle with raising my voice even when I am being wronged because I hate arguments. I take up more than I can do and then sometimes have a break-down just because I do not want to be dependent on any and everyone like her.

It has took me 6 years in my marriage to realize that my husband is not going to leave me or hate me because there are certain things that we don't agree upon or argue about. My eyes water-up every time I think of him hugging me just minutes after a terrible fight because he wants me to know that he love me unconditionally and will always be with me no matter what. You see this scenario is in direct contrast to my childhood where I would live in constant fear and depression for days because my mom wouldn't talk to me or acknowledge my existence because of something that I did and offended her.

Is it even possible to reverse the damage that was done to our beings during our childhoods. How our parents, teachers, friends and neighbors have influenced our thinking patterns and behavior. Is there a way by which we can protect our kids from this mess. I look at my 8 year old nephew making up stories instead of telling truth for every single question asked because that is what he has seen his father and grand-father doing since he can remember. I look at another friend's toddler throwing temper tantrums and smashing things in the house because that is what his mother has always done whenever she is frustrated.

And this makes me question my own instincts when I think about being a parent. What use is bringing a life in this world and start damaging it's soul right from the start even unknowingly. And later justify by saying that it's not your fault  as you were not aware that it will have such deep impact. I have doubted myself about being a good wife every day of my marriage because of my parent's relationship. Will I be doubting myself everyday in the same manner if and when I become a mother. If yes, is it worth it?

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Dolce far Niente - The Sweetness of Doing Nothing

I got hooked up on this term while watching 'Eat Pray Love' for the third time i guess. What a lovely thought! to do nothing and enjoy the moment. Maybe I was so caught up because I never was comfortable doing that. Even when I am sleeping my mind keeps working. Even my dreams are practical.

Tried many things over time but nothing works. I have heard people saying that one should day dream to relax. I tried doing that with hilarious results. So here I am dreaming of a day when I will be sitting at a beach, sipping a gorgeous drink and reading an interesting book. And suddenly my mind goes like - "OK!! so what are you wearing?? Where did u get that from? How much did that cost? REALLY!! and what made you think that you could spend so much money on one silly dress. ALRIGHT!! changing the topic, where are you staying and for how many days? Did you apply for leave? Oh you did, that's great! but then you won't be getting anymore leaves for the festival season, you realize that right?" And thus goes my experiment with day-dreaming relaxation.

Today, I tried the new trick of imagining myself sitting on a mountaintop and observing the ocean at sunset. Wow, it was surreal! And there my mind goes again! "Mountaintop!! Where? How? Don't you think you should get up and get a handle on 10 million things before you open your freaking laptop and login to get started with work!!" Like seriously, for a moment I was there instead of Ranbir Kapoor, sitting on a tall rock and staring at the sea, just like that one brief shot of Tamasha. And the next moment I am thinking about going to the store to buy Milk and Arhar Daal.

I had even joined the 'Art of Living' happiness course at a very low point in my life. And for time being it worked. I could relax in the midst of chaos. But that also worked till the time I had cut-off myself from real life. And Once I returned, there was no going back. I could never find the time or motivation to sit still and simply breath without my mind wandering to places and pushing me to get up and get going.

So here I am, wondering whether ever in my whole life, I will be able to let go of things and just breath in the fresh air and let go. It just sounds and feels so peaceful and serene. 'SERENITY', one of my favourite words. Oh, the irony. I hope that I find the answer soon.

-Charu

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Me and Tamasha..!

What can one do with the fire that burns them from within. The fire that urges them to fight, fight for something good and worthwhile. And what if you cannot find anything worthwhile to fight for? What if you are just clueless, directionless, absorbed in everyday's mundane tasks, looking for a reason to go on. You feel like all the potential you have is getting wasted day by day because you don't know what you want.

Once you had dreams, dreams so great that every second of every day felt bursting with energy. And then life knocked you down hard. You gave up for some time. You did just let go. And then somehow you got up. You survived. But in the process lost that gleam from your eyes. And you lost the belief in your dreams. You learnt to compromise, now you give up easily. And the most frightening part is that you have accepted this method of existence as your reality. Along the way you took steps which cannot be reversed.

Sounds like everyone's story right? Well, to me, it sounds a little like one story which is close to my heart, but with a happier ending. The story of one of my favorite movies - TAMASHA!

Ved, the terrified, oppressed little boy who has learnt so well to keep his thoughts and emotions hidden goes to Corsica, meets Tara, and the world explodes. With millions of colors and lights, just for them. They get to live in a bubble just for sometime, where everything was bright and beautiful. Where they were as happy as one could ever be. Content in each others company, in each others silences. Those parts of the movie always leave me craving for such days, where I will not have a single thing to care about, just lazing out in a field somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

And then reality strikes and they get back to their ACTUAL lives. And then you get to see the contrast. Tara maintains an illusion of that bubble in her life, still snatching some moments of that blessed content, not with Ved but with his memories. Ved goes back to his life and surrenders to that alternate reality which is indeed the reality. While some may think of Ved as practical and Tara as a dreamer, they should not forget that only dreamers get to realize their dreams.

And so, one day, Tara walks across her dream again and finds Ved. But guess what, he is not the one she had been with for so long, he is just the shadow of the man she loves. One who has stopped believing in himself because no one had ever believed in him. When Tara tries to make him realize who he was, who he can be, his first instinct is to fight back and fight hard. You see the struggle of a man who is afraid to hope, afraid to think. And thus he pushes Tara away.

And then, you see the slow but mesmerizing transformation of Ved to Don again. Its a painful yet beautiful journey of self-realization. At last emerges a person who is not afraid of being himself. Who is able to accept himself and thus is able to turn himself into his own best possible version. Last but not the least he wins that one thing from the world which he now truly deserves, his companion and soulmate, Tara.

Only after accepting yourself for what you are and what you are capable of being, you can accept someone else in your life.Think, how can another soul know and understand you when you yourself are not capable of that. And if by some miracle, someone like that appears on the horizon, you will not only try to negate their thinking but also your own life. And there is nothing more maddening and scarier then that. I think I have committed this same mistake partially. I realized that while writing this down. And I intend to handle this. Lets see how that goes

-Charu  

Monday, July 31, 2017

Love and its forms............

Its a complete delight to find your long forgotten blog while browsing the net after almost 7 years. What is more delightful is to try for a day and remember the credentials to login to it and write a new post. But the most delightful part was scrolling through my past posts and trying to remember me as I was some 10 years ago. A girl of 20, trying to get over a heart break. Now I am 30 and a lot has changed. My way of life, my profession, my marital status and the city of residence. But one thing that has still not changed is my passion for books, music and movies. I plan to continue sharing my thoughts on all of these subjects through this platform.

Having read hundred of books over time, I have drawn a conclusion which is surprising even for me. The love that a person feels for someone not feeling the same way or one who is not admitting their feelings is indeed love.  But the love that comes in the form of mutual respect and caring while struggling through the ups and downs of life together, while watching a person fight and stumble, get up and fight again, rest and reflect is purer, fiercer and stronger. Nothing binds you to a person as strongly as sharing this struggle. We cannot love a person truly until we have watched him/her going though the highest of the highs and lowest of the lows. If and when we witness and accept that, we encounter love in its magnificence.

And the person who had helped me the most to draw this conclusion is the author 'Amish Tripathi'. I have read the two books of his Ramayan series released till date. I have started reading the first book of the Shiva Triology and the thought just dawned on me. What would have happened if Ram and Sita, Shiva and Sati had easier lives to begin with. What if they were brought up in a comfortable cocooned environments without the need to face the harsh realities of life. Would they have been able to understand one another? Would they have been still drawn to one another? I believe NO. Nobody becomes extra-ordinary by leading ordinary life. And you earn the right to be with a being who is extra-ordinary, you have to be so yourself. Then only the union can become balanced and harmonious.

An unbalanced relation may also appear beautiful at first,  but in the long run brings out the frustrations of lack in understanding and admiration. The point of views of people involved become two parallel lines running straight in the same direction, lying in the same plane, but never meeting. This is the reason why after separations and divorces, the most common reason as explained by the coupes is that they and their partners wanted different things in life, hence the analogy of parallel lines.

Running along with the same analogy we can conclude that an ideal relation would be like a set of intersecting lines. two individuals coming from different backgrounds, meeting at a common point and still maintaining an independent identity of their own. But they will always have that point of intersection as a reference, as a reminder of their shared beliefs and struggles and as a beacon of hope and trust in their toughest times. A reminder that they have something and common and thus giving courage to fight yet another battle in life with trust that they have someone who will fight along their side.

-Charu

Friday, February 13, 2015

haar nahi manuga

अटल जी की एक कविता है जिसकी ये पंक्तियाँ हैं:

हार नहीं मानूंगा , रार नयी ठानूंगा। 

पता नहीं कैसे अचानक से याद आ गयी. शायद हालत ऐसे हैं इसलिए . मन एक तरह से हार मान ही चुका है. और में अपने मैं को समझने की कोशिश कर रही हु. लो जी।  दूसरी पंक्तियाँ याद आ गयीं. 

दिल को समझना कह दो क्या आसान है। 
दिल तो फितरत से ही सुन लो न बेईमान है. 

ये एक गीत का अंतरा है. फिल्म खोया खोया चाँद से. 

जब से उदास हूँ  खुद को बहला रही  हूँ कुछ नज़्मों , कुछ गीतों और कुछ किताबों से. किताबें कौनसी? जादू वाली. जिसमे कोई न कोई फरिश्ता आता है राह दिखने के लिए. मेरी मदद के लिए भी कोई आएगा, नहीं तो मेरे गॉड जी ही ऊपर से कोई सिग्नल देंगे. आज मुझे वापस ल कर यहीं खड़ा कर दिया. इस ब्लॉग के सामने। ये भी तो एक सिग्नल ही  है।

अच्छा देखते हैं और क्या क्या याद याद  आता है.

टूटा टूटा एक परिंदा ऐसे टूटा, की फिर जुड़ न पाया।
लूटा लूटा किसने उसको ऐसे लूटा, की फिर उड़ न पाया।
गिरता हुआ वो आसमा से आ कर गिरा ज़मीन पर।
आँखों में फिर भी बादल  ही थे वो कहता रहा मगर.
की अल्लाह के बन्दे हँस दे अल्लाह के बंदे।
अल्लाह के बन्दे हंस दे, जो भी हो कल फिर आयेगा। 

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Dagny Taggart.

What is it about dagny that resembels me. Or there is something in me that resembles dagny. this question used to resonate in mind since the time I had first read 'Atlas Shrugged'. I found the answer to this question in another book of Ayn Rand called 'We the Living'. Kira says to anderi in certain context that although she doesn't believe in souls, but if they were to posses any they would find out that the root of their souls is same.
Now I can understand the conversation between dagny and cherryl in 'Atlas Shrugged', when dagny asks cherryl to hold on to the feeling which tells her that her life is to be regarded above everything else. This feeling is correct. and no one the wold has the right to deny it.
I can't compromise. not when for my whole life i have held on to the thought that this one decision of my life is going to be the proof of what i am. what i have stood for. what i believe in. as if it is my only reverence. I cannot compromise in that. even thinking about a compromise makes me feel sick. I cant give up. I won't give up.





Monday, May 3, 2010

सदमा तो है.............

सदमा तो है मुझे भी कि तुझसे जुदा हूँ मैं,

लेकिन ये सोचता हूँ की अब तेरा क्या हूँ मैं।

जाने किस अदा से लिया तूने मेरा नाम,

दुनिया समझ रही है सब कुछ तेरा हूँ मैं।

(क़तील शिफाई)

इसके अलावा और क्या कहूं समझ नहीं आ रहा। ये सदमा भी अजीब शब्द होता है। तीन अक्षरों में सही हालत बयान कर देता है। इंसान कि कुछ भी महसूस करने कि शक्ति का ख़त्म हो जाना, हर चाहत ख़तम हो जाना, हर उम्मीद ख़त्म हो जाना, यही तो सदमा होता है। यही तो है जो पिछले कई दिनों से मुझे लगा है।

इस बात कि हैरानी भी कम नहीं है कि लोग किस तरह सब कुछ नकार देते हैं। हर एहसास, याद को झुठला देना बड़ा आसान होता है लोगो के लए। वक़्त हमें किस कदर बदल देता है। महज कुछ मिनटों में मेरे सारे ख्वाब ख़त्म हो गए। कहते हैं टूटे हुए सपनो कि किरचे चुभा करती हैं। मुझे तो वो एहसास भी नहीं होता, शायद दर्द ने हर एहसास ख़त्म कर दिया है।

रिश्ता इस तरह से बेमानी हो जायेगा ये नहीं सोचा था। पर अब जब हो ही गया है तो मुझे आगे का रास्ता ढूँढने में वक़्त लगेगा। कोशिश कर रही हूँ। शायद कामयाब भी हो जाऊं। अमीन।

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

faith.......

everytime i hear the words, " have faith", i smile. you know why? because thats all i have got. i have lost dreams. i have lost courage. i have lost happiness. all that is left with me is faith. faith in god that he will listen to me some day. sure he would listen. but the thing which is funniest is that i dont know what to say to him. what to ask him. i may be sounding confused! or may be out of my mind. but that is exactly how i am feeling right now. daily whenever i sit in front of the idol of god, i simply keep looking at him. i see him smiling. i dont know the reason behind his smile. i know that god loves me and will pull me out of this. but when? what does he think is the limit of my patience and my pain bearing capacity?

everytime life seems to be quite, it turns out to be the peace before the storms. i had thought that maybe after all that i have gone through was because i had to arrive at this. something which gave me peace and smiles. but that also is ruined. its like when you are finishing a race you suddenly realize that there is one more lap to go. one more struggle to survive. i know i will survive. but the part of my own soul which is dying bit by bit with each pasing day is never going to come back. i am never going to be what i used to be. its very hard to observe closely and see a small scrap of your own self turning into ashes everyday. these may seem to be mere words but this is exactly how i am feeling now a days. i dont want to let this happen but i cant help it.

i will try to keep fighting. i promise. i will win. and will try to mend my broken hopes and dreams.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

समझौता.....

इसे समझौता न कहूँ तो और क्या कहूँ?
में नही समझ पा रही हूँ की क्या सही है और क्या ग़लत? बस सब कुछ वक्त पर छोड़ दिया है। ये अलग बात है की अब हर दिन तकलीफ के साथ शुरू होता है। तकलीफ इस बात की कि काश हम समझ पाते। समझ पाते कि क्या सही है और क्या ग़लत। कुछ तो फ़ैसला कर पाते। यूँ वक्त के हाथों मजबूर हो जाउंगी ऐसा नही सोचा था। जितनी बार ख़ुद को समझती हूँ वही सवाल नए रूप में मेरे सामने आ कर खड़ा हो जाता है। हमें अभी बहुत कुछ समझना बाकी है। पर हिम्मत कहाँ से लाऊं? वो सब्र कहाँ से लाऊं? मैं टूटना नही चाहती। मैं लड़ना चाहती हूँ हालत से भी और अपनी कमजोरी से भी। में लडूंगी भगवान्। बस मेरी मदद करो। मेरी मदद करो।
मेरे कुछ आदर्श हैं। कुछ मूल्य हैं जिन से मैं समझौता नही कर सकती। इस रास्ते पर बहुत सी मुश्किलें आएँगी ये भी में जानती हूँ। कभी कभी हिम्मत जवाब दे जाती है। पर फ़िर से हिम्मत जुटाना भी मुझे ही पड़ेगी। और ये भी सही है कि शायद हमेशा अकेले ही चलना पड़े। किसी से साथ कि उम्मीद क्यूं रखूं? उम्मीद टूटेगी तो फिर दर्द होगा ना। मैं कुछ और नही मांगती भगवन बस मुझे शक्ति हो। शक्ति दो कि मैं अपने फैसलों पर अटल रह सकूँ। सही और ग़लत में फर्क कर सकूँ। खुश रह सकूँ और सबको खुश रख सकूँ। उन सभी लोगों को जिन्हें मेरी परवाह है।
आज ये मैंने क्या लिखा है और क्यूं लिखा है ये तो मुझे नही पता। पर जो भी लिखा है मेरे अपने जज़्बात हैं। मैं मंजिल जानती हूँ। रास्ता ढूँढ रही हूँ। उम्मीद सिर्फ़ उस उपरवाले से है कि वो रास्ता दिखायेगा। इंसानों से उमीदें रखना मैं छोड़ चुकी हूँ।

Thursday, April 30, 2009

AN ANSWER.............

i really dont know why i have named this post what i have. at present i myself don't have any idea about what my own state of mind is. funny........isn't it?

i just finished reading a book. a book i have grown so fond of that i don't want to share even its name with anyone right now. i book that has awaken a hope deep inside my heart that one day all of my questions are going to get answered. the decisions that i took inspite of my own cries of pain, of loneliness and of plain fear are all going to be proved right one day.

i love you god and i promise myself that i will survive till that day. the day when i will be able to feel the happiness which i deserve. AMEN.........

Friday, January 30, 2009

long time.......

so i m back on my blog after a long time. so many reasons behind it but mainly exams. these were the toughest of papers i have ever given. i was so scared. for a whole month i was thinking whether i would pass or not. whether i would be able to remember anything in exam hall or not. i have never gone through this kind of tension before. maybe these all are the effects of migraine. anyways exams are over and i think i m going to get good marks. i know i dont deserve to be the topper this time and i dont even wish to be the one. i wish that for some one else.
another reason for not writting is that i didn't knew what to write. i have not read any good book in last two months. whatever i read didn't touch my heart. so maybe next time i would be able to write something more meaningful.
so i think thats it for today.........

Monday, November 24, 2008

एक और शेर.......

उंगलियाँ आज भी इस सोच में गम हैं फ़राज़,
उसने किस तरह नए हाथ को थमा होगा।
(अहमद फ़राज़)

आज कल ये नया शौक आया है मुझे। अहमद फ़राज़ की लिखी हुई नज़्मेऔर शेर पढ़ने का। ऑरकुट पर अहमद फ़राज़ की कम्युनिटी में जब ये शेर पढ़ा तो एक ही बार में दिल को छू गया। हर वो इंसान जिसने प्यार में धोका खाया है शायद बरसों-बरस इसी सोच में गम रहता है। सच ये है की कितना भी क्यूं न सोच लिया जाए कोई फर्क नही पड़ता। कुछ लोग दुनिया में आते ही धोके-बाज़ी के लिए हैं। ऐसे ही लोगों के दिए हुए ज़ख्मो को बड़ी ही खूबसूरती से बयान करता है ये शेर।
मेरी बीमारी ठीक होने का नाम नही ले रही है। जैसे जैसे वक्त गुज़रता जा रहा है, सर का दर्द और भयानक होता जा रहा है। मैंने अपने पुराने रिश्तों को भुला दिया है। नए सिरे से शुरुवात करना चाहती हूँ, नए नज़रिए के साथ। पर तबियत है की साथ ही नही देती। सब कहते हैं की कुछ दिनों बाद दर्द की दवाइयाँ भी अपना असर बंद कर देती हैं। यही चाहती हूँ की वो नौबत आने से पहले ठीक हो जाऊँ। हे भगवान्! मेरी मदद करो।

Friday, September 5, 2008

आपबीती......

" जीत ले जाए कोई मुझ को नसीबों वाला,
ज़िन्दगी ने मुझे दांव पे लगा रक्खा है।"
(क़तील शिफाई )

कहते हैं की जब हम कुछ सोचते रहते हैं तो हमारे खयालातों से जुड़ी कई बातें अपने आप हमारी आंखों के सामने आने लगती हैं। पिछले दो महीनों में जो कुछ भी सहा उसके बाद यही महसूस हो रहा था की मैं तो सच मुचजिन्दगी की हाथों कठपुतली बन गई हूँ, और आज अचानक ये शेर दिख गया। लगा जैसे मेरे ही दिल की बात किसी ने शब्दों में बयां कर दी हो।

Saturday, August 2, 2008

अकेलापन.......

पिछले कुछ समय से अकेले होने का जो एहसास सुबह शाम मुझे कचोट रहा है , उसे में शब्दों में न तो बयां कर पा रही हूँ और न ही उसकी वजह समझ पा रही हूँ।आज अपने आस पास देखती हूँ तो लगता है की पिछले एक साल में सब आगे बढ़ गए हैं बस में वहीँ की वहीँ हूँ। सब मुझसे खुश हैं पर में अपने आप से अपनी जिंदगी से खुश नही हूँ। एक खालीपन है जो शायद पहले भी था पर जिसका दंश कभी इस कदर नही चुभा जिस तरह अब चुभ रहा है। सबकी नज़र में बड़े आराम की जिंदगी है मेरी। हर सेमेस्टर में टॉप करती हूँ, मेरे हाथ में नौकरी है, और मेरे माँ पापा को मुझ पर गर्व है। पर कोई भी ये नही समझ पता की एक साल पहले जिंदगी जीने की, हर मुसीबत का डट कर सामना करने की जो चाहत थी, जो जस्बा था, वो कहीं खो गया है। उसकी वजह में जानती हूँ, और मेरा भगवान् जनता है की मैंने कितनी कोशिश करी की उस शख्स को में अपने जीवन की सबसे बुरी दुर्घटना समझ कर भूल जाऊँ, पर साल भर बाद भी में वहीं हूँ। कोशिश करके कुछ वक्त तक ख़ुद पर संयम रख पाती हूँ पर फिर वही सवाल बार बाद दिलो दिमाग की दीवारों से टकराने लगता है की आख़िर क्यूं? मैं ही क्यूं? मैंने कभी भी कोई ऐसा कदम नही उठाया जिसके लिए मुझे किसी से भी नज़र मिलाने में हिचकिचाहट हो। पर अब मैं ख़ुद को इस सवाल का जवाब नही दे पति की मैं वो कैसे नही देख पाई जो सच मेरी आंखों के सामने था। जिसने धोखा दिया उसका तो कुछ नही बिगड़ा पर मेरे तो जीने की ललक खो गई । आज किसी रिश्ते पर भरोसा नही रह गया। ऐसा लगता है की शायद अब जिंदगी मैं कभी प्यार नही कर पाऊँगी। किसी पर भी विश्वास नही कर पाऊँगी। मैं पुनर्जन्म में विश्वास नही करती। मैंने जो कुछ जीया है उसका हिसाब मुझे मेरे भगवान् से इसी जन्म में चाहिए। हर उस रात का हिसाब चाहिए जब मुझे ये सोच कर नींद नही आई की मैं ग़लत कहाँ थी? बहुत कोशिश करी सब भूल कर आगे बढ़ने की। दूसरों की नज़रों में शायद मैं आगे बढ़ भी चुकी हूँ । पर अपने आप से अब और झूठ नही बोल सकती। मैं क्या करूँ ?

Thursday, June 5, 2008

learning from life

"i guess i am learning, little by little, that we decide what our lives are going to be. things happens to us, but its our reactions that matters."

yesterday i had a discussion with my mom on this subject. people react in different ways under similar situations and its their reaction that decides the course of their life. facing a problem either physical or mental has never been easy for anyone in this world. the only thing which we can do in such situation is to have faith in god and our own abilities. time is the greatest healer. and when it teaches us the facts of life through togh experiences, we always come out as a better person. the most important thing that my life has tought me in last few months is to learn to let go. we have to move on in life by letting go people, emotions and memories. a better perspective can turn a foggy situation to a bright day. its only way of thinking that matters. whenever we get defeated all we can do is to learn from yhe mistake that we have made and get up back with more determination. when we make up our mind to achieve a goal then god comes by our side. as their was a dialouge in om shanti om-
"अगर किसी चीज़ को बहुत शिद्दत से चाहो , सारी कायनात तुम्हें उस से मिलाने की कोशिश में जुट जाती है।"


Thursday, May 1, 2008

starting again

in the afternoon i was going through some motivational thoughts when i came across this one-

"though you cannot go back and start again,
you can start from now and make a brand new end."


and than across this-

"things happen for a reason. if you have a bad day and you dont think that you can get through, always remember that no matter how bad something may seem, there is a reason why they happen. there is a plan for everyone on this earth, if it means learning from your mistake and passing it on so that someone else doesnt go through it. could mean that we were strong enough to go through something bad when someone else may be too weak to go through and we teach them from our experience, in the process we become a better person and learn from our mistakes."

really nice thoughts. so thought of posting them. as now exam dates are out, i m a little worried. i could not study anything for this whole semester. first there was preparations for campus recruitment and then my migraine problem. but now i will work hard. i have to beat my own previous record as a topper. though i am worried yet a bit happy as i have again got a goal to achieve and keep my mind busy. therefore i will not get any free time to think about stupid things . i think i always would be in need to do something to keep away from thinking. god help me.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

kya kahen.









बरसे बगैर ही जो घटा घिर के खुल गई
एक बेवफा का अहदे- वफ़ा याद आ गया।

आश्चर्य की बात है की यादों का मौसम से कितना गहरा ताल्लुक होता है। ज़रा से बादल घिरते ही कितना कुछ याद आ गया। यही यादें तो जीना मुश्किल किए हुए हैं। पता नही कब तक इन यादों के दौर चलेंगे।

Monday, March 31, 2008

ye kya hua?

today i am not going to analyze any geet or ghazal or book as my doctot has advised me not to give any stress to my brain. recently i was declared to be sick with migraine. now only god can help me. i have to bring my habit of thinking to a full stop. i dont know how am i going to do this. till now no one knows that i have started blogging. i dont want anyone to know this. how on earth can ever a person can stop thinking. i dont do it in my spare time as a hobby. it comes naturally to me. now everyone, my family and my friends are behind me always shouting, " see, you are thinking again." what can i do. i am not permitted to read, write, switch on my computer or watch tv. so the only thing which i can do now a days is to think. so i am thinking about the causes of my stress. this has grown to be another stress for me.
i dont agree with the doctor that the major reason behind this disease in headache. i have read that its a heriditary problem. papa had it so any of us had to get it. unfortunately i got it. mom says its not a misfortune. the reason why i got it and my siblings didn't is my habit of thinking. my mom is surely a genius. but she also couldn't tell me a sure-shot way to stop thinking. besides this i also dont know what that i am thinking is causing this problem. this is another reasn to think for me.as the pain is still there after 10 days of medication, now everyone is worried that there can be some other problem or better to say that the disease was not diagnosed properly. now i have to go for ctscan tomorrow.
best of luck to me.

Friday, March 7, 2008

i m not past it till now

i am tyrying to write down something since last 4 hours but not getting exact words. i think i m maha-upset with something and have no clue about it till now. today i was not able to attend my coaching class as i am sick. apart from this physical sickness, my mental state also dosen't allow me to do a lot of things. like i want to laugh, i want to forget everything that upsets me and everyone who has ever hurt me. but as always i m not able to do what i wish to. i m having this stupid headache since 3 days now and can do nothing as i know the reason behind it is my habit of thinking about the past again and again. i know that nothing can be done about a lot of things but i have this idiotic habit of thinking and thinking and thinking. i had this intution that though my papers were very good, something is going to get wrong. i had warned all my friends and everyone was suggesting me to be positive. now the result is out. though i have topped the class, my percentages are not upto my expectations. i m feeling really sad. it was not my mistake. it was mere luck. but why does this always happen to me. after all that i had to go through last year i was hoping to live life with new perspective in the new year. but everyday my past comes in front of me in one way or other. i try a lot to pretend that it doesn't bother me anymore and i have suceede a bit in pretending as my friends now believe me when i say that i m absolutely fine and fit. but i cant tell a lie to my own soul which always dreads at the thought of an encounter with him. i had loved him so dearly. but he was never loyal to me. not for a single second. atleast this is what i think now. but this had to happen to me. aafter thinking for almost i year and a half i had admitted my feelings about him to myself and then to him. i had thought about every problem which we would have faced, every step that we should have took. every positive and negative result of every single stupid question. i was so afraid to admit that i loved him that while while saying yes to his proposal which he had put in front of me 27th tlme, i had tears in my eyes. i had asked just one thing from him, to be honest. and look at my fate. that person never ever spoke a single truth to me. he was bold enough to break my trust and then accept that he has cheated me. i was shattered. but i tried to gather all the courage that was present inside me and face this blow with determination and hopes. everyone, including him now believes that i have eft everything behind and have moved forward in my life. a part of my soul has exactly done this only. but somewhere deep inside my heart there still is this question that-
" jo hua agar wo nahi hota to jo hota wo kaisa hota."