From loneliness to lost self

Dedicated to a dozen of friends who are getting married or have recently tied the knot.

Arz kiya hai

Dostana , Yarana bahut hua

Zindagi ab  humsafar dhoonde.

Mein , mera bahut hua

Ab , tu , tera , tujhe dhoonde.

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After 

Yaroan se miley zmana hua

Zindagi ab phoorsat dhoonde.

Ab tu , tera  bahut hua

mann mein , mera , mujhe dhoonde.

-Yours truly, clueless

Arz kiya hai

 Ek  shayar ko kya chahiye
kaagaz kalam , syahi
mehfil-e-aam
phorsat-ki- shaam
aur thodi si waah wahi

Ek shayar ko aur kya chahiye

-Yours Truly

We See

(Author’s first name) (Author’s second name) wonders what is “its complicated” relationship status on FB ?

Yeah this was meant to be status message but for analytical reasons turned out to be a post.
But …..err…. I have nothing to extend on this apart from say-relationships are complicated in itself, in anyways .Just writing for self concealment that one can still blog.
Is it Dying turned out quite self applicable and destructive.

Last weekend Author attended an Art exhibition .
And to my astonishment one of the artist’s work was based on or technically speaking was weirdly “inspired by “ sanitary pads!!.
Yes you read it right. Strange but interestingly new.
Other 7 artists exhibits took two rooms, while the pad-theme dominated the entry room. As they say "to some it’s art to others it’s controversy".
For a change photography was allowed and for a change we didn’t had camera ,Duh.
We all are aware of the fact that light source and optics related info is taken in account while sketching , but only after a brief conversation with the pad- painter and ma architect roomy ,I figured out that there is lot of technical and compositional apart from creative, touch required in this profession.

To understand art of any form for that matter, requires suitable taste . At times it may take time to develop it.But in the end acceptance is the biggest challenge artists face in general .Frankly speaking after this exposure I am sure I don’t poses taste for all kind of paintings .But at the same time I don’t end up ridiculing them .How much ever uncanny they might appear.But this is about visual arts , they at least get reaction.
It’s the literature sphere like poetry and write-up which suffers in terms of response from masses unless they belong to popular creator or brand.While Photography and music by commoner gains instant reaction. Obvious reason being patience required to perceive these forms .

For instance
1.Video
2. Photos
3. Audio- Music
4. Painting
5.Write-Ups like Blog/Article
6.Poetry

Upload above in Social media and observe reception. The hits are maximum in the order the items are listed above.

The fact is we respond to visuals more proactively.
Certainly the advertising world realized this  long ago and is cashing on it.

PS1:This is a post with no head and tail.
PS2: Train journey is fun if you have company.
PS3: Chetan’s novel - Two States stirred some thoughts which need to be addressed in some post.
PS4: (Author’s first name) (Author’s second name) wonders why am I into serious writing now a days? .
PS5:Where is the humor, where ?

Randomness from the Hard-Drive

Why should photos from mobile take a back seat ?Why should they be photogenic to be published ? And I have a huge collection of such .Before my laptop cries out for space and demads deletion , let them have 2 minutes of fame.
From here from there , from everywhere .
From now and then

Monkey Menace on 7th floor

Mehendi session , yeah on legs as well. Imagine the patience required.

Macro settings test of ma Digi cam

View from Dilli home balcony

A bachelorette party cake

Sala mein to shahib ban gaya .Heh

Parathe wali gali ,chandi chowk

The real place to work

One legged pigeon ? Nope, it’s just resting the other.

Sweet Pain

Ajj phir arzz kiya hai..............


दर्द में नशा है
अजब सा जुनूं
एक अलग हे मज़ा है
बनादे इन्तेहाँ , सुकूं
एक ऐसी सज़ा है

-clueless



ps1: Author wants to write a book or at least wants to persist these shers , poems as hard copy.
ps2:Yeah kind of published one.Aware am i , nobody will buy nor will it be read , but at least a copy for self.Sigh.
ps3: No , i don't know how to go about it.
ps4:Any hows. Travel has taken time , so will travelogue.
ps5: Waiting for SLR pics.

Is It Dying?

Symptoms :-

1. The frequency of posting is diminishing .
2. The archives have developed gaps of months , years in worse cases .
3. You are posting more you-tube videos than actual write-ups.
4. You post only photos as you are slothful to be able to express in 1000 words.
5. There is no craving for new posting ideas lurking around .
6. There is no urge to check comments.
7. You stop confessing on this diary , even when yours is a zero-comment-clandestine blog .
8. All effort is now spent on making it visually appealing than on writing.
9. Your quotes , poems prefer FB status messages and notes.
10. You suddenly forget password to the blog !!

If yours is a victim of above , it might be heading towards it’s grave where thousand other archives are lying in webbed peace .

Get up and rejuvenate! If it is your avocation ,there shall be reincarnation of some kind .
Of a kind which can prompt the readers to come up with “symptoms for addiction” .When feeds show numbers , with mostly nines.

PS1: Did you know , there is something called Drunk Posting. I have read one such and it was hilarious.Including the major typos, retained strategically.

PS2: Well , Did you know there is something called WikiDump - "One man’s trash is another man’s treasure".

PS3: Blog people Blog, in senses or not.In Sickness or health.

Traveling pants

Is not about Sisterhood Of Traveling Pants.

If you know the author and have accompanied her to adventure trips to various locations in past two years , you know who, err... what is being referred here.

Else , let me take pleasure of introducing you to -Army green , cotton based , 6-pocket , cargo pants.

We all own one such in different shapes and sizes . Don't we ?

The one we pick up for damn every travel .
The one which is rugged and tough,
Yet gives all the comforts , in hazel.
The one which was in use for hours and days .
And still can be used for coming days and hours.

The one which has seen the mountains ,
Has crossed rivers with us.
The one which was dusted,
Was splashed in water with muds.

The one which transforms to 3- fourths ,
To safeguard its own tearing corners.
The one which shields the colds.
And takes all the sweat , when warmer .

And if you still wonder ?
Or must have forgotten it in a timeless thunder.
Look around , it must be lying somewhere,
Cluttered underneath your branded clothing blunder .

From the cupboard, it calls out in silence
"Take me out of this darkness"

"Take me to sunshine of the woods.
From the cupboard, it whispers out loud
"Take me out to the wilderness "

"Take me to the cloudy hill roofs".

-By yours truly, still clueless.

The same pretty much holds good for our traveling backpacks , perhaps the traveling shoes .They all say one thing- take some time off from your chaotic schedules for mother nature, but don't over do it , as they might end up teared .

PS1: Removed earlier PS statements.
PS2: They snatch the fame n focus away from the poem.
PS3: Ok, current ps2 is pretty much doing the same.
PS4: Fine , readers can still scroll through those verses again.
PS5(retained): btw, that cold did not swinned enough to be flu.