New Era

  Rituals Without Purpose I had a basic problem with any kind of rituals is they often adrift from the context. Be it modern world ritual of saying sorry or traditional ritual of touching feet.  Consequence: A hollow sorry or disrespectful feet touching.  Our ancient religions it seems are ardent believers  of second chances be it use of gangajal to wash sins or Micchami Dukkadam or shama yachna for washing harsh words, deeds or actions.  These ritual to a layman with bit of common sense like me looks like they are systematic opportunity provided to human beings to start afresh.  I can say for sure the purpose can't be to tell you keep doing what you are doing and just say micchami dukkadam at the year end. It is a window to introspect, it is a rewind button.  Practice in  Reality  When i talk to fellow Jains they often ask did you kept fast. I did two he did three fast etc.As if it is competition to show your patriotism towards your rel...

   There are many fine movies I watched during lock down from various states of the country and I think it is my prerogative to recommend them so that you can experience their craft too.  1. NATSAMRAT         Totally heartbreaking Marathi film that I witnessed on Netflix . This movie is not only story telling at its finest but showcased some of the best career performances. Starring Nana Patekar and directed by Mahesh Manjrekar. Before I rave about what I love about this film I wanted to talk about how we have this perception that when actors are not working actively in Hindi movies they are not creatively stimulated or not doing profound work.  Natsamrat is story of famous theater actor Ganpatram  who retire from theater to spend more time with family. Natsamrat is heart breaking tale of man who was once a celebrated artist and now seems to feel out of place. Its a acting masterclass by Nana Patekar. The story is not about the the ungra...

There are nearly 7 billion people on the planet, and we get time only to be friends with approximately 30 of them. As you can see the choice is really tough. But you came across as someone I need to know come what may. I will be honest, when I met you, you are little too unsure of yourself, A little too weird even by my standard. It took me a while to realize how amazing and smart you are. I ignored your values as rigidity I resented your love as licentiousness. I overlook your courage as brashness. But I am proud to say that despite of my narrow mindedness I get a chance to know you better. People like me are convinced that nothing can be done and we cannot overcome our circumstances. And most of us are oblivious of the fact that our circumstances are outcome of our thoughts and that our mind in itself have ability make heaven of hell, and a hell of a heaven. The universe isn’t evil it is just indifferent and it will remain so.  But you my dear are always aware ...

I sat and thought ‘what is that we are running after?’ What is it? Some sort of zone of eternal happiness? Or a state of mind that stays at peace all the time? To be honest I never understand what it is but I can’t run no more… When I stopped Magic happened … there is a thing about magic if you believe it’s real, it’s real…. It is everywhere around us… but one can experience and feel it clearly only when the mind is less cluttered. You ask for anything, and it just happens if you believe in magic. You ask for rain? You got it. Rainbow? Booyah! You got rainbows. You got literally anything you wish for. Everything smelt like peace and freedom. Time is not even a dimension anymore. You could be anyone or anything.  I now just look at the sky to feel the magic…. There is just so much that I can say about the colors in the sky…..I get jolts and ripple sprouts. The ripples form ideas and hence, thoughts. Thoughts turn into actions that affect everything around ...

                                          कुछ दिन जब हम नहीं बोलते , कुछ दिन की चुप्पी होती हैं . फिर बोलने लगती हे हर एक चीज तुम्हारी तरह . जैसे सुबह खिड़की के पर्दे से झांकती हुई रौशनी ले लेती हैं तुम्हारी शक्ल . कमरे की वो दिवार जिसपर लाइट लगी हैं बदल के हो जाती हैं तेरे चेहरे जैसी . आईने के सामने से गुजरता हूँ तो कंधे के बगल में तेरी परछाई नज़र आती हैं .  कुछ दिन तक नहीं बोलना ठीक था पर आओ फिर बाते करते हैं और सब चीज़ो को उनकी शक्ल वापस कर देते हैं जो तुम्हारी हो गयीं हैं

में निकल रहा हूँ संभावनाओं की तलाश में आज तो | लेकिन छोड़ के जा रहा हूँ एक बिंदु तेरे पास || बिंदु जिसमे संभावनाएं हैं लकीर बनने की | लकीर जिसके साथ हम तय कर सकते हैं सफर क्षितिज तक का  सम्भावनाये तो उसके पार की भी हैं  वैसे || रखले उस बिंदु को सम्हाल कर फ़िलहाल | सिरहाने के नीचे, या अपनी हथेलियों में तील बनाकर || कल फिर जब संभावनाएं अनुकूल होगी हम अपनी लकीर तलाशेंगे | और तय करेंगे सफर क्षितिज तक का  या उसके भी पार शायद ||

चल फिर मिलते है आज उस बाग़ में जैसे पहले मिलते थे मेज़ों पर लगी धूल को साफ़ करके खो जाते हैं || दमकती घास के गुच्छे पे टिकी तेरी आँखें | तुझे अपलक निहारती मेरी पलके .| मुह ही मुह में हो जाने वाली वो धीमी बाते जैसे मेरे लिए ही बनी हो | तेरे चश्मे को ठीक करके मेरे हाथों में बना वो इंद्रदानुष | मेरे हाथों को छूने से तेरी हथेलियों में बना वो पसीने का पेड़ | न कहीं जाने की जल्दी , न कुछ पाने की वहशियत , खो देने का तो ज़ेहन भी नहीं | मेरी किताब और तेरा पर्स पड़ा रह जाये वहीँ मेज़ पर | दरमियान कोई खलल न हो | शरबती शाम हो नारंगी सूरज हो , रात की सांवली सी किनार हो | चल फिर मिलते है आज उस बाग़ में जैसे पहले मिलते थे , मेज़ों पर लगी धूल को साफ़ करके खो जाते हैं ||