Terrible Incident

Some days back, maybe last sunday, something happened that made me feel sick... made me even cry the following night. But I must record it for good. It was a regular day, I went to saket to meet surbhi generally. It was almost 10:30 when I started heading back home in metro. When i reached rajiv chowk, where i needed to change metro, i went up to stand in queue on the platform. There was a big guy in front of me who looked drunk and he was shamelessly staring at a young girl standing in front of him. Occasionally he would step forward and stare her facing her straight like an animal. Poor girl was undoubtedly shaken at his behavior and all she could do was call somebody on her phone and start a conversation. This whole thing really made me uncomfortable and I went around to find a cop or someone to lodge a protest and complain but i found nobody. I came back and decided to get involved. The guy was huge but drunk to my advantage so I came close to him and tried to push him without letting him know my intentions. This helped in getting his attention onto me rather than on the girl. He stared at me in anger and i stared back in his eyes. After a few moments he went back to his business (of staring the girl in the most vulgar way) so I pushed him again, much to his anger but before he could react, train arrived and he started planning how to get hold of the girh while she was getting in... as the door opened, i gently held the girls hand and pushed that bhenchod inside the train. After that the girl enetred the train, to my utter surprise and disgust, he started chaing her - poucing at her.... bastard! I kind of started acting as a wall between him and the girl. I kept jumping between them. And soon as the bastard started to talk to a co-traveller, i realized that he was a cop!! I knew i couldnt get him straight on then. So I kep pushing him away from the girl. I even tried a bit of chest fight! ;) although he was big but i realized we were equal in might because he was drunk as hell... well, after a few stations, he deboarded without being able to touch the girl, thankfully! The incident reminded me of a few things - 1. in delhi nobody gives a damn about anyone else 2. that delhi is the rape capital of the world is no lie 3. similar things must have happened to girls and women i love and care about. It made me utterly angry and filled me with disgust. Will ever be law and order restored back in this city? ever?

Pretence

I live in a funny part of the world... where people live dual lives... where pretence is part of life... where it is next to impossible to be what you really are. If you tell them that you dont really care if somebody has born or somebody has died in a distant relation, they'll be shocked. But I'm yet to figure out whether they're really shocked or just pretend to be shocked. I think they are genuinely shocked but not because you dont care about that distant relative but shocked because you spoke your mind in front of them. So, not speaking your mind is the norm here. Keep mum! Dont spell out any fucking word! Shhh! I am sure none of them gives a shit about all those distant relatives but they guard it as if its a classified state secret! Bizarre but true. It is hard to imagine, how do they maintain their peace of mind? their sanity? But as I have always believed, human mind is a wonderful piece of creation. It has endless dimensions and capabilities. Leading a dual life is just a child's play... If allowed, interested and nurtured, people can live numerous lives at the same time. Intent of their mind will make it possible... But why only this part of the world has so many creative minds? Question still remains...

इश्क़

क्यूँ

क्यूँ के जब इंसान बना, इंसान के साथ ही "क्यूँ" दुनिया में आ गया। तब से बात बात में "क्यूँ", हर काम में "क्यूँ", जीने में "क्यूँ", मरने में "क्यूँ"...बस "क्यूँ" ही "क्यूँ"। बहुत ही अजीब चीज़ है ये "क्यूँ"। कोई निठल्ला बैठा हो तो लोग पूछेंगे क्यूँ। उठ के चलने लगे तो भी पूछ बैठेंगे क्यूँ। लोगों की तो क्या ही बात कि जाए, खुद अपना ज़हन भी क्यूँ पूछे बिना कहाँ ठहरता है? मान भी लिया जाए कि कई बार क्यूँ का जवाब मौजूद होता है मगर ये कहाँ कि शराफ़त है कि हर उस चीज़ पर सवाल किया जाए जिसका जवाब मौजूद है। ये तो सरासर नाइंसाफी है...है कि नहीं? इक रोज़ इश्क़ हुआ तो ना जाने कितनी बार ज़हन ने दिल से पूछा - "क्यूँ?", मगर लाख चाह कर भी जवाब नसीब न हुआ। अब अगर ये जुर्म हो तो कोई पुलिस में इत्तेला कर दे, मगर जवाब की नामौजूदगी भी कभी जुर्म हुआ करती है क्या? इतना ही नहीं, इश्क़ का इज़हार हुआ तो जनाब ने पूछा क्यूँ? अब ज़माना कितना भी खराब क्यूँ न हो, इश्क़ का इज़हार आज भी मुशरिकी में नहीं गिना जाता। कोई मुशरिकी कर बैठे तो उस से पूछ भी लिया जाए के "क्यूँ"? मगर इज़हारएइश्क़ पर भी "क्यूँ"? बड़े ताज्जुब की बात है। यूँ तो हर आशिक़ यही दुआ करता है की उसके इज़हार पे इक़रार हो ही जाए मगर असल में ऐसी कुव्वत ख़ुशकिस्मती से ही नसीब हो पाती है। चलिए, हर इज़हार का नतीजा इक़रार न भी हो मगर ये भी कहाँ तक जायज़ है की हर इनकार पे "क्यूँ" का साया डाल दिया जाए? ये तो कोई बात न हुई। आखिर हमसफ़र सिर्फ एक मुसाफिर ही चुनले और दूसरे की राय न ले तो सफ़र ही शुरू कहाँ हो पायेगा? तो आखिर सफ़र शुरू हो ही नहीं पाया। रो धो के भी क्या हासिल होता, सोचा सफ़र बाद में कभी देखेंगे, फ़िलहाल अदनी तामीलों की ही अदायिगी कर लें - कौन जाने सफ़र कर भी पायेंगे इन्साफ की रात के पहले या नहीं? अब "क्यूँ" पूछने से सफ़र तो शुरू नहीं हो जाएगा ना ...

जफ़ा से तौबा

की उसने मेरे क़त्ल के बाद जफ़ा से तौबा,
हाय! उस ज़ूद पशेमान का पशेमान होना।
Ah! The remorse of the one
Who after finishing me,
Took the vow never to be cruel again.
So soon did he repent!
Bravo!

--- Ghalib