Monday, 31 August 2020

मैं तुम्हें फिर मिलूंगी

( rendition of Amrita Pritam's  timeless piece on 101th birth anniversary )
                        


मैं तुम्हें फिर मिलूंगी 
कहाँ, कैसे पता नहीं 
शायद किसी गाने की धुन में 
जो ज़ेहन में कसक दे जाएगी 
या किसी पुरानी तस्वीर में 
जो अब ट्रैश में ही मिल पायेगी 
तुम्हारे कपड़ो की तह में 
मेरी गंध धीरे धीरे ख़त्म हो जाएगी 
उन तमाम लम्हों की याद में 
जिन्हें अब कभी नहीं दोहराएंगी 

पर मैं तुम्हें फिर मिलूंगी 
कहाँ, कैसे पता नहीं 
किसी सुबह की चाय जैसे 
गलती से तुम पर उझल जाउंगी 
कोई आतिश फ़िज़ा बनके 
छूकर तुम्हें बह जाउंगी 
वो एक गलती बनकर शायद 
जो जान कर भी कर देते हो तुम 
बारिश की पहली छीटों में 
जब अपनी बाहें खोल लेते हो तुम 

मैं तुम्हें फिर मिलूंगी 
कहाँ, कैसे पता नहीं 
मिसालों में, सवालों में 
बेबसी की ढलानों में 
इंतजार में, तलाश में 
ग़म ए फ़राज़ में 
किसी महफ़िल की अफ़सानो में 
अजनबी तरानों में 
मैं तुम्हें फिर मिलूंगी 
पर कहाँ, कैसे, पता नहीं... 

Sunday, 30 August 2020

The dictum of a mob


"हमारे देश में सबसे आसान काम आदर्शवाद बघारना है और फिर घटिया से घटिया उपयोगितावादी की तरह व्यवहार करना है। कई सदियों से हमारे देश के आदमी की प्रवृत्ति बनाई गई है अपने को आदर्शवादी घोषित करने की, त्यागी घोषित करने की| "

          ~हरिशंकर परसाई ( आवारा भीड़ के खतरे )

 



Maybe I am wrong. Maybe I don't know enough.  But what has been happening around us in past few months is quiet distasteful and disturbing . An actor is found dead in his apartment who has been a diagnosed case of depression for years. Ofcourse how it happened remains unclear and if it was a foul play the investigation is in process.  But what became stark during this time was a herd mentality of witch hunting where compassion is dead and the news reporting gone from bad to abysmal. 

A person loses his life. Instead of paying the due respect that he deserved, a mockery and criminal case is made out of it. When a thing like happens its a caveat for us to relook the importance of mental health,  be a little more aware of its consequences, rethink about being a little more sensible towards our interpersonal relationship  because you know not what the other person might be suffering from. Sadly thats the tough way in this time of instant gratification. Trolling, hate comments, hitting a dislike and sharing memes is far easy to gratify one that they have done their part in something good. Its day and age of online verdict, cyber bullying and lynching ; even after the investigation if the person comes out to be clean will that acquittal be enough for the person to start the life where she left.

I felt baffled initially but now I get why it has become what it has become. A filmstar having committed suicide for reasons known to him is a mundane news. The narrative we would rather be interested in is murder, controversy, adultery,  money laundering,  nepotism. People opportune it to spill out their instored hate and passive aggression. In a scenario where there are serious crimes,  murders, rapes, abuse happening round the country,  we have become a suicide capital,  but the national discourse is skewed towards this. The way we have chosen to show support doesn't that impact the mental health of people recklessly targeted. If our compassion is selective it might as well be dead. In subliminal consciousness I am aware its possible that even one of the allegations if proved out to be true then the internet would flood with people with conceited sense of victory thrashing the few who didn't believe otherwise and so I started writing it all with a 'maybe '.


Thursday, 27 August 2020

Neeli #rolestroll_17

 

Movie - Qissa

As a child I remember playing dressup,  draping saree on my little brother and adorning him into a cute little sister. But I was unable to solicit a reaction to the story of a Punjabi girl, Kanwar whom his father raised out of his whim as a boy. She was asked to tighten a band around her chest, learn wrestling, driving and living a splintered reality thats not hers. Along with her there is another girl Neeli who becomes part of this abject misery after the two have been married off. Neeli, a goofy village girl who finds her being married to the most affluent family too good to be true to soon coming in terms with the treachery that has been done to her. Her retaliation is tried to be suppressed and placated by jewels and gifts as a price to stay quiet. Despite being cheated she doesn't hold it against Kanwar, realising that her life is far more distraught than hers. From there what blossoms is beautiful friendship and compassion. Neeli rebels by a failed attempt to elope but when her father in law finds that out he tried to rape her. When Kanwar tries to stop him he tells her to go inside as this is the only way this family can get a son.  This leaves Kanwar with no option but to shoot her father dead. From there Neeli helps Kanwar to start a new life and finally grab this moment of freedom to unravel who she really is, but the task is not easy. The two are not lovers, neither sisters and their relationship needn't fit any box that society has created. Neeli makes Kanwar aware about her sexuality and a sense of identity that was long detached from her. Neeli is vivacious and forbearing. She constantly yet patiently lets Kanwar shed her feathers of manhood and like a phoenix start anew.