Naturally there are moments you want write something but end up writing entirely different subject , I was since the morning in my head very much looking forward to write about men psychology but suddenly something else gripped me.
Sometimes emotions are too strong , mind too blank.
Big question that is on mind that how eventually quality control ?Long process and perfection means long routes and patience, may be.
I, when look at myself , feel lost. Perfection is aghast . A process , so long.
Certain things when they become too hyper , they lead to confusions. Question is , do you think that History in itself is some sort of confusion? Well , in the civilized world of today things don’t matter, they simply move on overshadowing the traits whatever prevail.
Not at all in hyper or hurry.
Life moves in its own stroll .
Slurred and Blurry !
Things , move on leaving behind stale trails.
Few tales stay back , few are flown off,
Life moves on , strolling its way,
But then , somewhere down the lane, choices are made , unmade. Roads are chosen and ticked off , words are spoken and then quietly blurred down .
यह कहानी फिर सही.. हमको किसके गम ने मारा, यह कहानी फिर सही। There are moments, you feel drunk , literally on something. A good company , a quiet evening , the horizons which are simple and yet very intense. This journey is pretty long , not so easy. You wander around , stroll wrong lanes but then , way finds you. Takes you off your feet and then this is a long affair…रास्तों को रहगुज़र से कोई कभी मतलब नहीं ,
पर यह दोस्ती जो बनें , फिर सिलसिले ….
It continues , this warmth , this passionate affair.
Writing is very thoughtful process , somewhere down the lane , it is a mix of what all should be and what all is and questions , of course haunt in a long go.
एक एहसास है
ज़िन्दगी दूर ही सही ,
पर पास है।
मैं सोच ही रहा हूँ ,
पर अब यह सोच से बाहिर है
क़ि यह सोच ही क्यों कर है ,
यह मुद्दाये महबत आखिर क्यों है ?
यह खामोशियों का सिलसिला क्यों है ?
जो भी है , सो है , पर मगर क्यों है?
I lose myself into yourself. Those are the moments , I look forward to. There have been times, we have stumbled on words just accidentally but now I find the words irrelevant between us. Something is changing, has changed a lot between us. Force of that something unspoken hangs over us. We are still stumbling on words but words have left us.
We seem coming closer have come closer. Much closer than the word closer. We both don’t know the tide as yet but still, hand in hand we are walking much closer.Closer than the word closer.
Dear Dear Barack,
You are welcome to our country. Damn, I am in love with your grace and now not so any more existing salt-pepper appearance. Well, much more but , we have to work now.
The whole product is disowned by me . I know people are into War mode , only idle people like Ms. Jetley can afford midnight whims of thinking something different. Frankly speaking , there is nothing in life than sometimes a little laugh on self. I can trash this whole work on my part for I know , this is raw and crude . But then , at a point when all us are busy missing out some deserved fun in life and that too at my personal expense , I would not deny you that opportunity.
Most of the time , I am found lost or stuck,and as usual , stretched in thoughts, almost lounging comfortably in my own world , if it was not infinity, I would have gone non -entity. Anything I said , wrote in the documentation is part of mine mid night ventures, when life is 3D , but believe me it is a beautiful life over there. Lots of laughter, thoughts and music.
Don’t take anything personally. Last and not least, I am a great Utpal Dutt fan, & I with due apologies to him accept that I love his OCD hyper strolls. But, as an elderly person from Arts field, where ever he is at present in hades or heaven, I offer him my bowed head sincerity and devotion , he will forgive me , so will you all.
Since ,I am deep down at war, check the waters before you guys splash in .
There is recorded version too but how to upload it ?
Point of View in Purview -Friday 3. 00 p.m. Session