मुजमे एक आवाझ है ऐसि,
सांसे बेखबर, खबर रुह (soul) को जिस्की |
भीद मे इस तन्हाइ के सबब (reason) क्या है?
बूंदो कि इस प्यास के अतित (history) क्या है?
अतुट है जब पर्छाइ (shadow) तो रात के अंदाझ क्या है?
झिंदगि है जुआ (gambling) तो हार के मलाल (regret) क्या है?
– Hitesh Patel
I like to think that we are lost since birth and what we call life, is actually the search that happens while we exist. Some get it some don’t. And whatever we are doing and the experiences that we go through, invariably leads to the discovery of lot of questions and their answers, many of which are existential. This life leads us from unknown to known.
I am lost and I am searching. Hoping to get there some day, sooner or later.
Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears. In the end that’s all there is: love and its duty, sorrow and its truth. In the end that’s all we have – to hold on tight until the dawn.
Some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. Some things are so sad that only your soul can do the crying for them.
The world and I are not on the speaking terms. The world tries to win me back, but it doesn’t work. I guess I’m just not the forgiving type.”
जो लहरों से आगे नज़र देख पाती तो तुम जान लेते मै क्या सोचता हु |
वो आवाज़ तुमको भी भेद जाती तो तुम जान लेते मै क्या सोचता हु |
जिद्द का तुम्हारे पर्दा सरकता तो खिडकियों के आगे भी तुम देख पाते |
आँखों से आदतों की जो पलके हटाते तो तुम जान लेते मै क्या सोचता हु |
Clicked this portrait at small hamlet called Kankhet on the banks of river Kosi at Jim Corbett National Park. Had the opportunity to click around the beautiful village and talk to the people there. So much innocence and hope in the eyes of this little child. I asked invariably what you want to become once you grow up? He said “cricketer”. I know he may not be mature enough to decide what it is to be like a cricketer or for that matter what it is to be like anything. But I wonder even when he will be in a position to decide what he wants to do with his life, will people, his family, the society in which he lives will allow him to become what he wants? Specially when you are from such a small place? He will be burdened by the expectations, dogma’s of society !!
A dream and hope will be killed.
We all talk about how we don’t produce Nobel laureates, Olympic winning athletes, world class scientists etc but have we ever realized that its because of “us” we don’t get all these?
What is time? What is it? Why is it running constantly?
Where was it, when I was passing? It must be somewhere.
If it has already passed, where is it now?
Where it came from, where did it go?
English translation of few lines from Javed Akhtar’s famous poem “Time”. Just an attempt.