Let's be dumb, just..

Sometimes, only sometimes, in life, there is this sudden craving to feel and act dumb. Not because we are tired of being smart and intellectual, but once in a while, that side of us needs to inhale a different air.
A cleansing ritual is needed.
See Phoebe, from friends?
Sarcasm is not the only way for laughter, not always. Being dumb is.
The rawness of a human is, where sarcasm is an alien language, and that is where the actual fun is.
I don't need to hear funny things, all the time.
No!
I want to find the funny things in the daily, casual things.
There were times when men preferred blondes, and ladies never felt the need to be Miss-know-it-all. They were made fun of, but then they were loved too.
Those simple times.
It's funny being dumb and know nothing at all.
At least, you have the hunger to listen to someone you love. That's all that matters.

आखिर क्यों?

लाल परदे से झांक रही थी 

एक किरण 

पतले परदे, उस खिड़की पर टंगे थे 

एक सवाल उठा 

आखिर क्यों कैद हो जाते हैं लोग 

अपनी ही यादों में?

खिड़की के सामने एक पेड़ है 

हरा हुआ करता था कभी 

आज छोटा दिखाई पड़ रहा है 

थोडा बेजान भी मालूम पड़ता है 

उसने भी कभी यह सवाल किया होगा 

आखिर क्यों कैद हो जाते हैं लोग 

अपनी ही यादों में?

ध्यान से देखने पर जान पड़ा 

पेड़ की कोख में कुछ तिनके सजे है 

एक घोसला था, संजो के रखा था 

कोई याद रही होगी शायद 

सवाल फिर वही उठा 

आखिर क्यों कैद हो जाते हैं लोग 

अपनी ही यादों में?

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कुछ बातें

बातें, 

कुछ बातें बस यूँही हो जाती हैं

क्या शोर क्या शहर

अल्फाजों में कहानी लिखी जाती है

ऐसी ही एक बात हुई 

और बात ने सवाल कर लिया 

कब तक बातों में संसार ढूँढोगी?

मैंने सिर्फ सिर हिला दिया 

मानो झकझोड़ दी गयी, और 

इसी बात ने शायद जगाया मुझे 

धुली हुई नई चादर ने 

एक बार फिर से रोका मुझे 

अब ना रुकना था 

यह जगह अब मजलिस नहीं 

रुकी, उठी और चल पड़ी 

वो बात फिर अधूरी ही रह गयी 

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बुलबुले

 

अभी तो कितनी बूंदे गिरी

यही गिन रही थी मैं

चकित हो कर पानी में बनते

बुलबुले देख रही थी मैं

तंग खिड़की से हाथों को आज़ाद किया

मधुर संगीत निकला

पड़ी जब बूंदे लाल हरी चूड़ियों पर

खन खन की आवाज़ सुनती रह गयी मैं

अब बस बाँध टूट गया

मन विचलित हो उठा

ऐसी व्याकुलता, समझाए ना समझ आये

बेसुध सी हो कर, बस भाग रही थी मैं

छन छनाती पायल रुकी पानी के समीप 

वही बुलबुले अब पैरो से खेल रहे थे

कितना आशार्यजनक था

पानी में यूँही प्रतिछवि देख रही थी मैं

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Black hole in your life?

You are at peace, but your life is running. And the peace-in-parts that you have inside is running for life.

“Could you please stop crying now” – It sounded something less than consoling. The mind said it is a request, the heart claimed, it is said with irritation, the peace inside told me to take it calmly and the life that kept running, way ahead of time, well, it did not bothered to stop anyway.

Wouldn’t you agree more to the state of mind, where you feel like you have little people inside your brain, working in their little cubicles?

In my mind, well, these people are working on different files in order to complete every possible thinkable task around and what do I get as the end product? – A bowl full of chaotic noodles!

I was crying, and I wanted to know as to what is it that I am trying to find an answer for.  Is it my career? Or my future? Something to do with my job that I quit?

I couldn’t understand any part of it, until, I felt the urge to talk to someone.

Ok, who should I talk to?

WAIT!! That is it. I found it.

And then, it felt like, all the tiny little people inside my head went for a vacation. It was there, in front of me.

That was the first time when I had to check who all are online and out of the available ones, who are worth talking to. But, you cannot always arrange tequila in response to the lemons, offered on a silver plate by life!

But something happened.

“Hey, check this out” – read a ping, by a friend with some link of some recent post he wrote.

With the entire burden in my head, I opened it, read a few lines and realized, my life offered me tequila as well, I just forgot to look behind those big lemons.

The post was for me. A dedicated post.

Some appreciation that I was looking forward to. Something, that made me smile. Something that made the rest of my day bright and colourful, which otherwise went dull.

What a better way of looking at it from a different perspective altogether!

What a better way to be told that you are special!

A little later, it happened again. “So, how was your day?” – read another ping while I was being ecstatic in my own bundle of joy.  This friend remembered I had an important thing at work today, and he made sure he asked about it.

Who wouldn’t feel nice about it? To be acknowledged, to be known, to be just, someone!

Was I being pulled inside the very black hole that I created myself?

Do we all overlook the little packets of happiness and joy that moments give us?

Even the people in my head cursed me, for I cancelled their vacation and called them back.

And then, as the day ended, I felt the sadness creep in again.

But wait, there was yet another surprise! A midnight call from a friend that I thought, is just a friend. The call had all the ingredients she and I needed the most. Those thirty minutes of sheer gossip and practicalities of life made me feel even more available in my own world.

The black hole started to shrink. It defied science.

My life was still running, only this time, I matched its pace, with my peace.

सफ़ेद कश्तियाँ

मटमैले पानी में तैरती कश्तियाँ

देखते ही गदगद हो उठता था दिल

हलकी लहरों के साथ तैरती

वो छोटी सफ़ेद कश्तियाँ

तले में भले ही हों अनदेखी गहराइयाँ

मदमस्त चलती जाती हैं

बेफिक्र, मानो मुस्कुराते हुए

वो छोटी सफ़ेद कश्तियाँ

मेरे हाथों से बनी वो कश्तियाँ

डगमगाती, ठिठक जाती

लहरों के साथ फिर भी चलती जाती

वो छोटी सफ़ेद कश्तियाँ

घने समुद्र के बीच लहरों में हू मैं

यूँ तो यह कश्ती है उनमे से ही एक

पर दूर से दिखती हैं रंगीन

वो छोटी सफ़ेद कश्तियाँ

पानी के रोद्र रूप के बीच में

एक किरण कही से आ गयी

उजाले में दिखीं, सफ़ेद ही थीं 

वो छोटी सफ़ेद कश्तियाँ

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एक अरसा

एक अरसा हो गया है आज

वो अठखेलिया करे हुए

माँ के आँचल में सर रख कर सोये हुए 

वो छोटी छोटी शरारतें करे हुए

एक अरसा हो गया है आज

लम्बे लम्बे सपने देखे हुए

रसोई में यूँही खड़े माँ को देखे हुए

अपने घर में बस ऐसे ही बैठे हुए

एक अरसा हो गया है आज

पापा की बिना बात पर डांट खाए हुए

रूठ कर अपने कमरे में बैठे हुए

फिर कभी न बात करने की शिकायत किये हुए

एक अरसा हो गया है आज

यह सब माँ को बताये हुए

बस एक बार दिल खोल कर बात किये हुए

ऐसे ही उनके आस पास घुमे हुए

आज अचानक ख्याल नहीं आया यह

पहली बार अकेली नहीं बैठी मैं

पर फिर भी....

एक अरसा हो जाएगा आज

All Rights Reserved: Nidhi Jain (24/03/2011)

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