BEING AND BECOMING

Behind peace there is constant war going on, wrote Michel Foucault. Behind every selfish activity the actions are borrowed from others, said Alan Watts. The polarity of positive and negative irrigates each-other, claims Hegel. Behind every moral action, or rather the emergence of morality signifies the immoral character of deap-down substratum, suggested by Lao Tzu. Binary takes its birth the moment good and evil are theorised. The true wisdom brings forth ignorance with itself. There is no way to escape binary in language. Deconstruction does show its absurdities. But the perception of absurdities is an intelligent conduct. There is no intelligence in the world which is not equally foolish. That may be the reason why intelligent people are full of doubts and fools are too sure about everything, claimed Bertrand Russel.

ये लम्हा भी बीत रहा है ये कैसी ज़िद है तुम्हारी कि तुम हवा को गिरफ्त करने निकले हो जिस ज़मीन पे खड़े हो उसे खिसकना तो हमेशा से ही तय था एक हाथ तलाश लेते जो कदम दर कदम तुम्हारा साया बन सका होता इतनी बेचैनी तेरे पेशानी पे क्यों दिख रहा है? मालूम होता है तुम अपने आज और अतीत से खुश नहीं दिख रहे हो कल भी क्या बदल जायेगा जबकि तुम्हारा अंदाज ही पुराना है!

कतरा के निकल जाओ हमसे  ख़ुद से दूर मत चले जाना जवाबों के फिराक में कहीं  सवालों से दूर मत चले जाना विश्वास करो रिश्तों के बुनियाद में ये काम आते हैं कुछ विश्वासघात को ही जीवन का ऋत मत मान जाना सुन के देखो कभी आस-पास की कहानियों को अपने ही कहानी को कहीं जीवन मत मान जाना पीछे में लोग कुछ भी बोल जाएं उनके हृदय में बसी मलिनता को चंद प्यार के बोल से साफ कर जाना

Picture's Courtesy: Tijs Van Leur I am sure you are aware about the Ministry of Loneliness. Why ministry for loneliness? Answer is obviously in front of us. Human being tries to flee away from his or her inner reality; doesn't want to face a true mirror, instead likes to be a collector of artefacts, monuments, and self-pride. Haven't you heard that people are often motivated by self-pride. But pride for what against whom? Collection of pride is as good as assemblage of wastages. Pride is an end product of becoming refugee of self and from self; an estranged reality, which furthers the accumulation of ego.  Human being has devised every route to escape his or her own truth. To be particular, Human being loves to become crowd, surrenders his autonomy, freedom, and dignity for the sake of being a thing, an artefact made out of herd instinct. Freedom is impossible to conceive when one's voice is simply a replica of crowd. Freedom and human dignity are protected as cherished...

Portrait's Credit: Jaron Su Social media is not so social, it is anything but a social reality. Aristotle was right for his age that Man is a social animal and for him life is nothing without society and politics. But his statement seems to be bizarre in a world of social media. Social media is a good medium to connect a person living too far temporally and spatially. But that kind of connection is anything but social. I was once upon a time suffering from fever. Whole day was creeping like Einstein's relativity theory became true to my case, i.e., a painful day is as long as a year has passed. Meanwhile, my facebook account was flooded with my birthday wishes. Everybody was wishing for me a good day. But it wasn't joyful as people wished for me. Whole day I was engaged to reply thankful message. I was grateful towards people for their kind behavior towards me. But the pain was not relieved anymore. I was wishing at least one person to come forward for medicine and food. In...

कोई चले समुंदर दान दिए पूरे पथ पर उफान लिये जब सच्चाई बेचा जाता है वो सच ही कहाँ रह पाता है ये सच का भला कैसा पक्ष है सही-गलत का द्वन्द क्या सच है जहाँ विरोध मौन हो जाता है जीवन सहिष्णु बन जाता है देखो पक्ष-विपक्ष की सभाएँ वो जहाँ वाणी में कटुताएँ हो वो क्या सत्य को जिएगा जिसमें पुर्वाग्रह से बनी असंवेदनाएँ हो वो मनुष्य ही कहाँ बिना अनुभूति के वो समाज भला कहाँ बिना सहानुभूति के जो स्थितिप्रज्ञता को पा जाता है जीवन संगीत हो जाता है

देखने की ज़िद है तुम्हें आँखें मिली है देखने को पर ये भी कोई बात हुई अपनी ही परछाई देखते रहते हो कुछ नया कुछ अलग देख पाया क्या तुमने मालूम होता है तुम्हारी आँखें शदियों से वही कहानी दुहरा रही है रहने भी दो  देखने की ज़िद ना करो देखना ही है तो ख़ुद से दूर हो जाओ इतनी दूर कि ख़ुद की परछाई ही ना पड़े वो दिन रौशनी दिखाई पड़ेगी अभी तो हर तरफ तुम्हारा ही साया है और तुम ख़ुद को ही बोझ की तरह ढ़ोये जा रहे हो