Passionate Creativity in Dreams

It has often been suggested by my dear friend HariOm about the devotional obsessive behaviour of River which drives her to go and dissolve in the Ocean. Here is his couplet: "ऐसा भी क्या दीवानापन ऐसा भी क्या प्यार नदी,  सागर से मिलने जाती है तू ही क्यों हर बार नदी ?" This often made me wonder the emotions behind depicting this as thoughtless one side obsession of river, which consists of pristine, pure, soft water - to drift and submerge in the vast ocean, which is wild, salty, destructive, immense, unimaginably different and rough. Well, I figured it out, that it's just a figment of human imagination, and we obviously ignore the real basis of this process. It's not love, it higher than that. It's creation. It's about making sure everything functions.  And even though it looks like a mere one-sided journey, ocean play's its fair role in creating, strengthening and charting the very path of the river.  The...

Ek din zindaa hua dil, Neend se jaaga huaa. Saans li, kucch baat ki , Kabhi hans paDaa, kabhi ro Padaa wo dhaDkaneN khaamosh si, Kucch kaagazon par likh saka, Kuch dhaDkanoN ki chaap mein, Kehta gaya, suntaa gaya.... tooTate tukdon ko phir se joDkar, kahne lagaa.... 'Main kabhi zinda nahiin tha, haan, magar andhaa nahiin tha.... dekhta aaya hoon sabko, jo mere TukDon ki khaatir, khud ke tukDe kar chuke hain.... Dil ki chaahat mein Piyush, tum pattharoN se jaa lage ho. chand meeThe bol kah, kucch baatoN pe khaamosh rah, Ek aashiqi ka chor ban, phir, dil pe itne Zakhm sah, Ghut ke yahiin mar jaaoge, Ab bhi naa sambhle, To maano, phir se mooh ki khaaoge!!' Maine bas itna kahaa, 'Tu bas Dhadak, aur kucch na kar!! Tujhse jab bhi sochta hoon, Tu bhi zakhmi, main bhi zakhmi. Kya buraa hai, jo agar, Tum chup raho, hum chup rahein?'  "Faisale deemaag ko lene do, Tum kucch naa kaho." Phir ghaneri shaam ko, Do Ghoont peeke ...

Kal mousam baDaa suhaana thaa, Thii chaand se roushan sab dharti!! Thandi purwaa, ghar ka aangan, Kucch pakne ki meethi khushboo, Main aangan mein yoonhi jaise, Kucch waqt bitaane ki khaatir, Jhoole par jaake let gaya, Aur chaand ko dekh raha thaa ki..... Maloom nahiin, kab aankh lagii, Aur jhoole ke hinDolon mein, Palne waala aabhaas milaa, Nav-shishu mera man vashibhoot, Nidraa ke uDan khatole mein, Natkhat, kilkaari bhartaa thaa..... Sahsaa, maine aawaaz suni, Shaayad chooDi takraane kii, Ya daal mein ChhounK lagaane ki, Shaayad meraa dhokha tha par, Aahat thi Maa ke aane kii.... Wo aai, bagal mein baiTh gayii, Takiyaa saadha, Mujhko dekha, Phir dheere se boli mujhse, “Mera shonu beTaa jaag gayaa” Main vismit thaa, kucch kahaa nahiin, Bas kilkaari bhar letaa thaa, Kabhi haath paaoN chhitraata thaa, Kabhi mooh se Laar bahaata thaa, Ek umr ke baad thaa maine, Maa ka saaf saaf chehra dekha, Maine sapne mein bachpan dekha, Ek sundar saa sapnaa dekha... Tabhi neend khuli, main ja...

February 21st 2010.....Krishna Temple......A loner pays the Almighty Lord ‘Shri-Krishna’ a visit....for the five prominent reasons: 1. Its long time he has got to sit in a serene, calm environ. 2. He believes he has turned an atheist and his relationships with god are at a verge of a break up. 3. He is damn frustrated with his job. 4. Nothing great to do this ‘Sunday’. Who else to bore? Let’s try God; he thought. 5. He wants to give some time to himself for thinking. 1300 Hrs.....the temple is really empty.....There sits a round bellied half-nude man counting all the coins that were gathered in the morning Puja.......there is a sick old lady.chanting beads....2 young kids playing around the Main Building.....It’s a small nice institution...with colour shades of brown, orange and Grey....with some flower plantations around the temple; and a load of plucked flowers in front of; yes ‘God’! Sorry forgot to mention him at the first place. It’s his place, and that explains why everyt...

My hearty greetings to the readers of the blog!! As the day sets in, leaving behind an entire year 2009, with its good and bad memories intact; we see a new morning of 2010, bringing a set of new hopes to believe in and new commitments to fulfil. Welcoming we humans, the clock is reset for a new year.(Well, I still don’t believe even dolphins or any creature gives a damn about new year celebrations. But, then I guess, being a human, I must support our cause; and party). Basically, congratulations!! I just woke up, and sunlight entering my room through the curtain pores (and through all the fireworks dust of last night and that further torn stratosphere), sat beside me, and asked me to write. And I asked it, why now?? It said, “It’s a new year Idiot! Act human, say grace, offer prayers, make a wish or a resolution and go out and mingle. Go do your regular acts, send new year messages, buy beer, call old lost ones, order chicken and for god’s sake clean your room. It’s a mess! Welcome th...

3 Days in the new school. And I was appointed the class monitor. Again this time, for a weird unimportant reason. I was sitting in the front most row ; closest to him. Identified simple target, therefore killed. Not like my old previous school where I used to be class monitor just because I was tallest in class. In higher classes later, nobody else was interested. (They were partying, having “tafri” around, and busy in mainstream bird-watching).Well, I am not complaining. But maybe it was just like you can guess the future. “I always knew I will be given responsibilities again and again, doesn’t matter how boring it might be, doesn’t matter if I will be interested even or not, they just will be pinned on me. And I will always try to match their expectations. The expectations will keep going high, no matter how I perform. I will go on working selflessly, like a donkey after the carrot attached to his own hood, right in front of him.” I knew I will be a good employee someday. Because th...

June 4, 2007....I was on the train for my journey back To Ranchi when I made this sketch.I got aboard the train at bangalore and I remember it was some stop in between where these nice eyes came on the front seat of Mine.This conservative Muslim girl, obviously was in burkha, thoroughly covered except eyes....and Believe me, I relived the 'Bombay' and 'Dil se' Romance next 38 hrs. in the train.Heights of sheer idiocy,immaturity,adoloscence,bravery,or whatever you call, I decided to sketch this girl....:)) Mission: सामने लड़की की आँखों की sketch (बुरखे में ), Risks: the model(वो लड़की ख़ुद ),बगल में उसके बाबूजी (लुंगी और कुरते में )और साथ में एक दो और मर्द (शायद उन खातून के पति या रिश्तेदार ), मेरे बगल में बैठी हुई अम्मा (60-65 yrs), कोई एक और हजरत , एक 8-10 साल का बच्चा और बाकी हटिया -यशवंतपुर express की चहल पहल ... Disturbances: हिल्ती हुई Train, शोर -शराबा, पकड़े जाने का डर , limited space, और sketch को चोरी छिपे बन...

Just a trial to post my audio podcasts....still working on it.....stay tuned...

ख्वातीन - ओ - हज़रात को ये इत्तिला की जाती है की एक ऐसे ही तस्वीर की मानिंद दिखने वाली मोहतरमा ने सख्त जानी का दिल चुरा रखा है और बंदी बना रखा है ज़माने पहले से .... जब सख्त जानी को हकीक़त मालूम हुई की उनका दिल गुमशुदा है और वो हवस ए रफ्ता होकर के जो अपने दिल की तलाश में मारे मारे फ़िर रहे हैं वो इन खातून के पास बरसों से महफूज़ है ... तो उन्होंने इन खातून को इत्तिला भी की और उनसे ये दरख्वास्त भी के अगर हो सके तो इन्हें इनका दिल वापस मुराजिआत किया जाए .. और अगर मोहतरमा सूद चुकाना चाहें इतने दिनों की बंदिश का तो ख़ुद भी साथ चली आएं .. तो बड़ी बेरुखी से फटकारते हुए मोहतरमा ने सख्त जानी को बाहर की राह दिखा दी ... नतीजन सख्त जानी आप सब को इस ब्लॉग के ज़रिये इस पत्थर दिल हसीना का हुलिया बयान करते हैं .. ये हुलिया मेरी याददाश्त के दम पर बना है ... और इसमे मैं आँखें नहीं बना पाता कभी क्यूंकि इन चमकीली आंखों को बनाते समय इन...