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Kati Patang Bhi Udaa Tha Kabhi

Tried writing a hindi/urdu shayari. Hope You enjoy reading it 🙂

 

Roz marre ko mar mar ke jeena

Jaise Patte jo dhale shyam ki tarah

Behte pani ka rukh kisne dekha

Bade chalo bahaar ki tarah

 

Andar ki aawaz dhunde ek zehra

Sehma sa ghut raha hai kahin

Duniya se kya lena dena

Tu Kayaro ka Kafil toh nahi?

 

Woh ras hee kya jo raseela na ho

Woh baat thee kya jo binkahi ho

Kati patang bhi Udaa tha kabhi

Aasma ko Aadab kahan tha kabhi!

 

 

Artist ka Keeda (An Artist’s Bug)

Imagine nails placed vertically upside down on your seat. The moment you sit, you feel like getting up, but then, the floor is burning hot as well. You don’t really know what to do and try identifying what is making you so restless. Finally, you arrive at the fact that it is the usual keeda (bug) that keeps biting every artist once in a while. That bug could be termed as anything – an expression, an idea, a thought, an inspiration or anything you want to call it. Even that keeda does not know what it really is. It is as restless as you are and keeps biting you to find its own identity. You then have no other option but to try and find out its real form, the real form of that expression, that idea or whatever name you want to give it. The keeda then pushes you to find the medium through which you can give a definite form to that expression. Each artist channelizes his or her energy through a medium he or she is comfortable with. A painter would start painting, a singer starts singing, a filmmaker starts making films. By the end of this process, that expression is out. The artist tries his or her best to best match the keeda’s expectations. He or she might fall short of them in some cases but then the keeda is mostly happy for the fact that you devoted your love towards giving it a form, an identity which it always craved for. The keeda retrieves back, stops biting, and the artist feels at ease.

Not for long though. Keeda sooner or later starts biting again, seeking a new identity!

A Man Minus his Dream

A man minus his dream

Is like free-falling in a black hole’s realm

 

A sleepless night catching up on sleep

An irky feeling, he never wants to keep

 

A sighted man who just can’t see

Stranded in strange reality

 

Like the one who Has to Live at any cost

With a Love that’s lost

 

Like a lost tune

He once always knew

 

A search he can’t avoid

Finding nothing but void

 

He calls out to his Dream

Not a whisper, but a scream

 

Some Day He Will find

Repose of another kind!

 

A man minus his dream

Is like free-falling in a black hole’s realm

More of more

“More” means peacock in Hindi, but is a real monster in English. More food, more attention, more money, more cars, more games, more movies, more TV series, more songs, more likes, more shares, more selfies, more fame, more popularity, more fans, more friends, better bank balance, more properties, more industries, more cars, more roads, more votes, more land, more wars, more power, better economy, more parties, louder music, taller skyscrapers, trippier  stuff, more riffs, more base, more leads, more clicks, more profit, more business, more advertising, more marketing, better deals, more offers, more discounts, better gifts, better physique, more books, more knowledge, more dates, more girlfriends, more boyfriends, more sex, more kids, fairer skin-tone, better hike, more hard work, more up to date, more adrenaline, better fashion, more clothes, better clothes, better shoes, more shoes, more travels, more functions, more temple visits, more excitement, more news, more updates, more phone calls, more furniture, more GB, more processing speed, better computers, better features, better camera, more pixels, more hard disk space……

 

Phew!

 

I know greed comes naturally to human beings, but to what extent should you extend it?

 

Take it easy buddy. You are probably doing just fine with what you have. Breathe. Be more content and more happy… oops, happier!

 

 

Are Being Knowledgeable, Being Well-read and Being Educated Mutually Exclusive?

A simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ would simply kill it at that. Let’s give it a thought, like the usual ‘bakchodi’- the way Indians  term it as heheh. I think that though there is some co-relation between all these things, you might want to consider some exceptional permutations. Think of a conductor in a bus. He or she is probably not well-read, nor are they highly educated, but aren’t they knowledgeable? You definitely can’t say no. Knowledge is, I think associated with what one has experienced or observed in life. Reading and education will definitely improve one’s knowledge but it doesn’t mean that a construction labourer is not knowledgeable, just because he/she is not well-read or educated. They know exactly how to do the work that they are assigned. Take new born babies for example. They do have knowledge based on whatever little observations they have made in life. Education, if pursued to improve one’s knowledge would be useful else it would just be a waste of time. It is also important to improve one’s ability to question things and find out what according to them is right or wrong. Reading is a subset of education but reading something that is not at all related to your field of interest will broaden your horizons, make you imagine things that you might never otherwise and perhaps make you more knowledgeable. Coming to what amongst these three is important in life? I think being knowledgeable is more important. I, for instance, very rarely read books. Education in India is more for improving your chances of finding a job than anything else, though there are many who pursue it to gain knowledge about something they love. Let it be. ‘Importance’ is very subjective, so I don’t want my opinion to affect yours. Damn this is getting awfully confusing. Just chuck it, don’t break your heads!

Is Living Superficially Really That Uncool?

I know I could be hurting sentiments of hardcore thinkers and philosophers. Losing into the depth of your thoughts is great; I mean it’s really intelligent of you. You and your intelligent friends have a good chunk of some good shit to ponder about, banter about. Think why things are not going right, think why someone is behaving the way they are, think of how this world can be a better place etc etc. But hold on. I have observed people who live superficially. They are so better off. Seriously. Get up, work, come back, relax over some good family time, sleep and continue the same cycle till you die. What’s wrong in that? Intellectuals would disagree with this and want to say that, you can’t just live superficially, but I think those who do that are much much happier. Give it a thought!