BEING AND BECOMING

O ne day of solitude with less food and more contemplation has made me at ease to accept my vulnerabilities and to be humble about my achievements. When I was sitting silently and observing my emotions I found the fragility of mind and its quest for security. I was also aware of my mind's constant strive to fulfil some voidness inheres in me. That void comes from my understanding that I am imperfect, incomplete, raw, amateur, and that requires efforts to get a perfect state of my being. That perfect state, I observe since my awareness of consciousness, never arrived. I have tried many entertaining things to get a finished circle but a few dots move in a circumference to make the incomplete sphere and my efforts turn to be futile to run after a heavenly perfection contemplated in platonic literature.  I have found in the morning that fragility is a matter of celebration. Most of the tough minds who aspire for grand maturity turn out to be too vulnerable to be tolerated. Our history ...

Every judgment of the Constitutional court solves and unsolves certain fundamental questions. Court often takes two steps forward and one step backward (Shklar). Navtej Johar was rightly celebrated as a progressive judgment which recognised same sex relationships on the touchstone of constitutional morality. In a way, judgment progressively explored the colonial and post-colonial politics and reviewed Section 377, IPC from the perspective of constitutional morality emanating from the "objective purposive interpretation",  a concept devised by Justice Aharon Barack, a former judge of Israel Supreme Court. NALSA judgment already went ahead with the recommendations to broaden the scope of reservation policy in India to allow the constitutional protection of sexual minorities. The latest judgment has attracted widespread criticism from the intellectuals. Many of them have argued that the Court has not taken its responsibility in protecting the rights of sexual minorities. There i...

Righting wrong or wronging right; Play of reason or fancy flights; Morning hope and gloomy night; Sketching dreams on darkened sight. Blooming hate and crazy drive; Cloak-like ways and organic strives; Empty heart but ambitious voice; Mechanised bonds and constricted choice. Parochial freedoms and faking joys;  Estranged souls but impoverished rise; Hardening will and innocence quite; Childish hopes and hopeless ride.

  Language speaks the Man; Causes agony and pleasure; Determines falsehood and truthfulness; Verifies integrity and insincerity; Codifies civilization and its Discontents. Language determines the silences; Its repressive instabilities; Its meanings and meaninglessness; Its peace and cacophonous violence. In language civilizations talk; Explicate the colours of barbarity;  Normality and abnormalities; Honour and immodesty. Language draws the borders of nations; Its constitution and sovereignty; It governs and governed; Records and recorded; Confesses and confessed; Condemns and condemned.  What else is man?  If not thought and feelings. What else is thought? If not the nomos? What else is nomos? If not the script. Whose signs enunciate; The codes of lives; Its physics and metaphysics; Its facts and norms; Truly, Language speaks the Man.

Colours of rainbow; Twinkling of stars; None is the place; If not coloured in imagination. O Human all too humans. Little rays in pervading shadow; Blooming flowers in silent meadow; Dance of desire and void of echo; Try not, let it be, as it is; O Human all too humans. All too struggles; In a piece of paper; For a piece of paper; Shades of identity; Engraved at parochial image-maker; Limitless claims, labours in vain; From alien time traveller; Boast not O talkative creature  ; O Human all too humans.

If you write for the sake of writing; You're not writing. If you create for the sake of creating; You're not creating. If you think for the sake of thinking; You're not thinking. If you celebrate for the sake of celebration; You're not celebrating. When you're driven by an inner drive to manifest; When you and your poetry become one entity; When fragrance and flower are not alienated; When clouds and waters have the same identity; In that mode of existence, I, you, we all exist as an ethereal substance and process. A being, non-being, and becoming; A perpetual engulf of time; Constant joy of divine spirit; Then, all the things are the same and different; Then, sorrow is swallowed by the ecstasy of nature's playfulness; In that spirit we all create and are created.

किसी ने कहा था, इतनी दूर भी मत जाओ,  कि ख़ुद भी तुमसे जुदा सा होने लगे। और ख़ुद के इतने क़रीब भी ना आओ, कि तुम्हे ख़ुद ही ख़ुदा नज़र आने लगे। थोड़े से सी दायरे में रहो। तभी तो एहसास होगा, कि तुम बहते हुए दरिया की रवानगी हो, और झूमते बेलों की मस्ती। तुम्हें हस्ती बनाने-मिटाने की ज़रूरत नहीं, जरा कल्पनाओं को विराम दो, ठहर जाओ, फ़िर जीवन की शाश्वता और नश्वरता में कोई भेद ना होगा।