Family !

Family.... what a word .....
In it lays the entire being of a person.... isn't it?

Doesn't it give us the essence of our being... past present & to some extend the future? Ya,may be it does. After all it shapes up everything from the moment we come into being & does have a lot of control over our development, growth, future....
But does it not limit us? Does it not make us take decisions which our heart may not want to? Does it not coerce us towards what may not be our first or second or even third choice? Don't we have to consider the effect of the decision on family all the time before taking a step?

And still don't we all want to have a family to belong to, to share with, to hide behind..... A family to enfold us within?

Wonder how do people who don't have or can't remember their families cope with the void.........Are they really freer, or happier... to be alone? Are they freer to decide, happier to always have the option of living on their own terms ?
If we could choose to be born with or without a family.................... what would be the common choice?
I wonder.....

- Written on Jun 7, 2009 11:07 AM

A chance which will Never Be Now ........

I heard about Habib Tanvir ji when I got associated with Ekjute. People in Ekjute will talk about him, his work often and that made me curious, I wanted to meet him, listen to him ,talk with him.
I did see him at Prithvi theatre once , he had come for the festival. He was in the Cafe, talking with people, when I got to know about his identity. I still remember his face vividly... lined with the evidence of a hard life lived on his own terms.... a face which had a calm kindness, lit with a light coming from within, frail but still strength of his convictions, his being reflecting through........
An Awe Inspiring Presence.
Unfortunately, I did not get a chance to listen to him or talk with him even for a minute.......
Listening to his beautiful daughter Nageen singing in a soul touching voice , on Prithvi platform the same evening ,was an experience and somehow also gave me a glimpse into Habib ji’s world. (I was so looking forward to attend her sessions in May second week at NCPA but she had to fly back because Habib ji had to be hospitalized suddenly)
While writing a note on Comrade Sajjad Zaheer about a year back for the Journal “Kutubnama”, Habib ji’s name came up again, for his close association with Progressive Writers' Association (PWA ) and Indian People's Theatre Association (IPTA) and Sajjad Zaheer ji, and it renewed my desire to meet him. I hoped that I will be able to meet him in Mumbai soon somehow by God’s Grace ( & this time I will go and meet him ), or will visit his native place, soak in the atmosphere of his work and working.

A Chance till yesterday I thought I will get one day soon..... A chance which will Never Be Now ........

- Written on Jun 8, 2009 11:27 PM

Am I

Am I
like a Fire
full of life and light ,
who knows it is dying with its own heat?
or like a flower
happy ,gay, blooming
but sees its slowly wilting body?
or like a snowy top
in the summer,
rushing gushing playfully,
towards valleys,
but weeps on its melting form?
Perhaps I am nothing like that....
I am just like me,
laughing, jumping with joy
foolishly breaking my own toy.
Am I just like me.....?
(written on Oct.12, 1988)

Two halves of a 'one', - Kajli

Two halves of a 'one',
thrown together to make 'One'
But there is something awful,
can't you see?
There is no 'One',
only two halves,
strangers,
skirting around,
weighting, fighting,
fighting for what?
Is it Ego? Or Self?
Standing on a show...
A show of ‘One’
Is there a linking point?
Perhaps there is?
Once picked up, will it make a ‘One’?
A full undivided ‘ One’....
( nov., 1989)

 At the end of 2012 when i logged in i found to my horror that my blog does not exist any more !
  How my Blog just disappeared without trace or warning  ?????
 Will need to start  from scratch now ..........
 

Surrendering........

The world was Gay,
Happy
and
Bright
There I was
S
T
A
N
D
I
N
D
A lovely sight in front,
Malting snow-white mountains,
Milky water
g u s h i n g ,
lush green woods
Bewitched,
I stared open mouthed...
And Then I saw her,
Standing
T
A
LL
In a lovely grey dress,
I smiled at her :‘ who are you’?
‘See how beautiful the world is’.
She smiled back enfolding me :
‘Me? Loneliness , now look at your world’,

Laying in her lap lazily, I looked back,
My eyes encountered a new sight
Dead white mountains,
Rushing Water
towards me
to Engulf, to Swallow......
my mouth went dry,
my hands
sh a k in g
I wanted to run away,
But she was stronger,
I struggled hard,
But fall down at last,

Surrendering........

Come Life Come ..........

Oh Life!!!
What you are?
Are you mortal, or immortal?
Can you be confined?
Or captured?
Can you be seen?
or touched?
oh,I don’t know.....

But ......
One thing I have noticed,
You are the sly one,
Anyone tries to touch you,
You disappear like a star in the day time,
Anyone gets close to see you,
You shine like a bright Sun,
Burning their eyes.....
Oh Life!!!
What you are?

Hey!!Come,
Come, let's get to know each other,
let’s play together,
Dance together,
laugh together,
Come Life ,come to me .....
like a single raindrop
on the tip of my finger....

Jun 14, 2009 1:54 AM