कई बार सुनी होगी यह पंक्ति आपने। मगर कितना सच है इसमें। ज़िदगी से नाराज़ या परेशान होकर कुछ हासिल नहीं होता।
पिछले हफ़ते किसी के चले जाने से मैं दुखी था। इस दुख में एक पुराने दोस्त से अरसे बाद गुफ़तगू हुई। बात करके समझ आया कि कुछ लोग ज़िंदगी में एक जगह थम जाते हैं। आगे नहीं बढ़ पाते। अपनी परेशानियों को ना हल कर पाते हैं, ना पीछे छोड़ पाते हैं।
कल एक नए दोस्त से मुलाक़ात हुई। हंसी हंसी में यह बात हुई कि अपनी परेशानियों में उलझ कर रह जाना आजकल एक ट्रेंड हो गया है। ज़िदगी बढ़ते जाने का नाम हैं। ज़िदगी की हैरानियों पर हँसते जाइए तो ज़िदगी खुद-ब-खुद हंसीं हो जाती है।
जब ऐसा सोच लिया तो आज सारा दिन अच्छा गया। सुबह मेरे पसंदीदा अरावली पार्क में गुज़री। बाकी दिन दोस्तों के साथ हंसी खुशी बीता। अब शाम गीत सुन कर काट रहे है।
इस हफ़ते मैंने कई महीनों के बाद पूरा दिन काम किया। थकान हुई। शाम तक फेफड़े थक जाते हैं। मग़र खुशी भी हुई। शायद इसलिए कि काम मेरे शौक का था। कुछ ऐसे शौक भी पूरे किए जिनके बारे में सोचना तक छोड़ दिया था। उसके लिए दोस्तों और ज़िदगी का शुक्रिया।
सुनने बैठे थे "हुज़ूर इस कदर भी ना..."। उस गीत के बाद spotify ने खुद ही यह गीत सुना दिया, और ख़याल इधर उधर निकल गया। शुभ रात्री।
Couldn't watch the full video because I just couldn't digest all the dramatics.
India just loves a good Eklavya story. Somebody who wasn't supposed to be learning, learns by proxy and confronts his gurus. Uff the drama. The poverty porn. The credit to the upper class platform that allowed the "downtrodden" to rise. The staged show of solidarity by his coworkers.
This is for anyone nursing or processing a heartbreak. My friend Anubha is providing group counselling and therapy over Zoom - what is called healing circles. I would highly recommend this for anyone whose heart still hurts. She is based in the US but the sessions are at an India friendly time on Sundays.
Here is what she writes:
Do you know anyone who's newly single, healing a broken heart, or processing a difficult relationship situation? It can be painful and confusing to make sense of what happened, process grief, and figure out how to let go and move forward. You don’t have to go at it alone.
Anubha will be facilitating a month of Healing Circles at 8pm every Sunday evening. Since time immemorial, we have been gathering in circles. Around the fire, around the banyan tree, and in modern times, around the dinner table. Healing Circles creates a container to facilitate heart-sharing, healing and wisdom. Small cohorts will meet in a safe, confidential, and supportive online space to share stories, ask questions, and process changes in their love relationships.
Each Circle is 90 minutes and conducted via Zoom. Drop in for a single Circle, or, for maximum benefit, come every week. The Circles are offered at a nominal rate of ₹200/person. It is a fabulous opportunity to avail yourself of a therapeutic experience facilitated by an experienced coach, in the company of a caring community, and with absolutely no obligations.
Sign up at https://tinyurl.com/healing-circle-dec20
A Congressi at Harminder Sahib is like a gora at Jallianwala Bagh. The only expression you're ever allowed to have is one of remorse, regret, apology. Today you are ruling the state and using it as leverage at the Center. But yesterday you were burning it to the ground for political mileage. People do not forgive and forget.
Me. I'm talking to myself. I've been tired all day today since I drove to Delhi and back yesterday. Excuses.
I can't even say lame excuses because lame people are literally outdoing each other and I'm here propped up in bed complaining about the bad air and just breathing.
(The lady in black. Watch for the moment when literal appreciation for her opponent lights up her face. That's sporting spirit.)
It's probably inappropriate, at this juncture, to ask, but I'm unable to contain myself.
This gentleman. His get up. His, err, swag. Where could I get those clothes? Most of the protesting farmers have been wearing pyjama and kurta. But, it's not the cut and style we see in Haryana. Its a different style, peculiar to Punjab, that I'm unfamiliar with. And I quite like it. Also, the jutis. If they're not leather, of course. And the jacket, I'll probably swap for a traditional one. Sherebanu you'll help me get a jacket like Sahil has, won't you?
It's just that, I don't think I've done any clothes buying in all of 2020. And the ICU people kept a full set of my clothes and sandals. So, I deserve a new set. And this is ethnic, and I never wear ethnic.
A feeble attempt at capturing star-trails. If you zoom into the top right, you see an object that didn't move with the stars and the planets. Probably an artificial satellite.
This is what the night sky is supposed to look like. Between air pollution and light pollution, we have lost most of it.
You might think that all we have lost is beauty. What we have lost, is wonder. There is 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 in the starlight skies. This wonder has led many to poetry. Some have tried to understand the sky and its movements, leading to astronomy, physics and rocketry. Yet others have tried to interpret our lives through these stars.
All of this wonder is lost to our children. They experience it through screens, videos, books, when they could have just looked out their windows every night and seen it in all its glory. Who knows what wonderous things they would do if they only realised how small we are, how beautiful this universe is, and how much there is still left to know and to do.
(You might need to open the images in full screen and increase your brightness/contrast, otherwise they will just appear black)
I don't usually buy from Flipkart. But I was looking for something today and ended up on the site. And then I saw this offer. I thought there would be some catch but there isn't. I literally ordered sugar and flour for ₹1/kg just now. Does anyone understand the logic behind this? What is Flipkart trying to do?
How do I convince Flipkart to buy Thinvent products at distributor price and then give them away for ₹1 each?
I searched high and low for the name of this movie I saw as a child. It was about a boy who was born with a compromised immune system. He lives in a physical bubble all his childhood, till he falls in love, breaks out of his bubble and runs away with the love of his life.
I couldn't find the movie I was looking for. but I found another movie, "The Boy in the Plastic Bubble" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=adZy4wM2Jg0). And I realised that my son kinda looks like young John Travolta.