Friday, June 17, 2011

सब मेरे हैं..


मेरी खुशी, मेरे ग़म,
कभी ज़्यादा, कभी कम

क्या खोया, क्या पाया,
कौन सा गीत गुनगुनाया..

मेरे दिल की, मेरे मन की बात
कभी साफ, कभी घुले जज़्बात

कितनी ख्वाहिशें, तमन्ना कोई,
कुछ ज़रूरतें, आरज़ू कई,
चाहत कोई..

कुछ पूरे हैं
कुछ अधूरे हैं

लेकिन ये सब
मेरे.. सिर्फ़ मेरे हैं..



Thursday, April 21, 2011

beyond the stars ..


तू शाहीं है परवाज़ है काम तेरा
तेरे सामने आस्मां और भी हैं
इसी रोज़-ओ-शब में उलझकर न रह जा
कि तेरे ज़मीन-ओ-मकां और भी हैं
सितारों से आगे जहां और भी हैं
अभी इश्क़ के इम्तहां और भी हैं
                

                  -मोहम्मद इक़बाल

Saturday, March 12, 2011

i know myself some better some more..


Of all the things that confuse me, one of the perpetual ones is 'I', Me, Myself.. I am quite fond of analyzing situations, and observing how people react to those situations.. and then, I form my views and opinions, and I am very confident about the views that I form! I assume that from simple and minute little things, i can understand people and their nature and how they would react, given a certain situation. What perplexes me is, my talents fail me when I start thinking about my own reflexes! Sometimes I react so unpredictably, that I surprise myself! I have heard many of my friends and family asking me.. why am I the way I am! I couldn't explain that.. and I thought, a smug thought, I am just different! .. until I read this.. I somehow, understand myself more now..

"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes."

-Rosemary Urquico


NOW I know.. its the books!! now I know that I am not schizophrenic if I am always also living in a parallel imaginary world, of my own.. that I am not actually crazy if I talk to myself most of the time.. now I know that its okhay if I dont know who I am at a given point of time.. because I am constantly evolving and developing, jut like the characters in the books.. now I know why it is sometimes so difficult to forgive and again sometimes, so easy.. that its better to give up sometimes.. now I also know why i am always ready for new beginnings..

Oh! how i love reading...

Sunday, October 24, 2010

all i may be, or may have been before..

A long awaited beginning, a much carefully thought about one too..
a journey unto myself..

People generally start with an introduction, but here, at this moment, all i can think of is Byron's beautiful and evocative verse..

"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
  there is a rapture on the lonely shore,
  there is society, where none intrudes,
  by the deep sea, and music in its roar:
  I love not man the less, but Nature more,
  from these our interviews, in which I steal
  from all I may be, or have been before,
  to mingle with the Universe, and feel
  what I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal."

                    -Lord George Gordon Byron