Zachary Benedict and Julie Mathison

 

 "Just because a love can’t last doesn’t mean it wasn’t real, that it didn’t change you. You can’t go back, you won’t stay the same but I promise that one day, you won’t even want to." 

 "Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass,the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase 'each other' doesn't make any sense."

"There is a difference between loving the idea of someone and actually loving who they are."

I wrote this one on 4th of December, 2010.
I named it "only then......"

When the clouds dry out
When the moon takes a night out
When the ocean tastes sweet
and the laughter starts to weep
When the wind stops to blow
and the diamonds cease to glow
When the deserts begin to blossom
and that sun cools more often
When this heart stops to beat
and these veins stop to bleed
When the warriors call a truce
and trust bonds are set to loose
Only then will i stop loving you....

female foeticide

Had the privilege  to attend and participate in a function organised to raise voice against female foeticide
something i wrote :

मैं बेटे का साहारा ना सही , बेटी का प्यार तो हूँ
बेटे का चुलबुलापन ना सही बेटी का भोलापन तो हूँ

बेटा चंद रुपये कमा लाता है जानती हूँ
पर दो वक़्त की रोटी बना मैं ही तो खिलती हूँ

कंजक पर पूज कर मुझे अगले ही दिन भूल जाते हो
अपनी माँ से इतना प्रेम है तुम्हे , है वो भी औरत ही , ये क्यूँ भूल जाते हो??

रक्षा का धागा भी को बांधती   हूँ , कमज़ोर हूँ शायद
पर दुर्गा बन सारे दुःख मैं ही तो हरने आती हूँ

यह सोच के पराया करते हो , दुसरे घर जाउंगी , मेरा प्यार बट जायेगा
यह क्यूँ भूल जाते हो की बेटा भी तो बहू लायेगा

अभी तो तुम्हे देखा भी नहीं माँ
अभी से मेरी ये आँखें बंद ना करो

अभी तो तुम्हे  इन हाथों से छुआ भी नही मैंने
अभी से इन हाथों को मुझसे अलग ना करो

अभी तो तुम्हे माँ कह कर पुकारा भी नहीं मैंने
अभी से ये आवाज़ बंद ना करो

अभी तो गोद में लिया भी नहीं तुमने
अभी से अपनी ममता से वंचित ना करो

अभी से अपनी ममता से वंचित ना करो

It's my life ... NOT yours!

There are times in your life when things just fall flat on your face , everything goes wrong , everyone turns a back , be thankful for those times for they teach you who you are and what exactly do you want .
Had a similar day today . The day started with a terrible stomach ache , then i had my workshop ( mechanical engineer so had to work on lathe - literally a pain in the ass :P ) then something weird happened . Out of nowhere i found people bitching against me about my lack of interest in something i believe in so much and have put my heart and soul into.
I am usually the types who want every thing to go perfect , get sensitive about petty issues , stay quiet on being subdued and when wronged . But today was different, and i have someone very close to be thankful to for the same, I did not hold back myself . I ranted ranted and ranted some more . It felt bliss . After a decade i did something 'for me' not for what others myt think . I don't care if it was right for me to berate someone like i did ( it got me a bad feedback :P people are bitching more ) . i just don't care . for once it was me just me . I don't regret it , i don't feel sorry .
It feels floating. M happy... content . It feels so right sitting here in my fucking room and typing this . the world is out there, outside the gate of my room . I will cross paths with this world , but my head will be high , i stood up for something i believe is right .
people will judge you , people will talk , people will have notions and prejudices but DO NOT LET THAT AFFECT YOU . trust me life is truly a bed of roses when you do exactly what YOU want to do - Not your friends , not your family no one.
in the end all what matters is the man in the mirror :)

P.S in case you read this - thank you :)

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The writer's right

In the wake of Salman Rushdie’s   ‘The Satanic Verses’ conjuring violent public outburst ,accusing him of blasphemy, one is forced to contemplate whether or not writer’s should be censured . The book which was banned in many countries sparked violence around the world. The government’s decision to ask Rushdie to refrain from attending the Jaipur Literary festival raised many eyebrows as to how can one rip a writer off his freedom-of-thought.
Writing reflects the intellect of not only an individual but a society.It is rightly said writers are not important their writing is.  A reader when reads a book relates to the book and not to the writer, similarly the writers don’t confront their audience directly the way musicians and singers do. Books by their very nature often offend and create outrage. Writings of a writer can influence the mind of society and if that is accepted, a change is wrought.
Even William Gaddis believed that books should have lives of their own and that writers could only diminish the autonomy and integrity of their work by inserting themselves between the reader and the writer.
If i were to decide i would never ban a book or even a writer for that matter, the youth of today is mature enough to bid stigmas of anti-anything a good bye