Recondite Writer

मेरी एक आँख में अभी नींद सोयी है और दूसरी आँख उठना चाहती है सुगबुगाई है एक आँखों में उठने की आकांछा और दूसरे आँख में अकर्ष भर रहा है ये सोने वाली आँख क्रोधित है उसे पता है दूसरी आँख ही जीतेगी फिर भी हांथों का सहारा ले कर बंद करवा रही है वो अपने सहचर को जगने वाली आँख मन के साथ साँठ गांठ बना रेही है, सुबह की लालिमा से सारी ऊर्जा लेकर नभ से आगे जाना चाहती है शायद दोनों आंखो को पता है क्या करना है क्या पाना है फिर भी दिनचर्या है उनका एक को सोना है एक को कुच्छ कर जाना है

I have been hugely waiting for a movie called Chittagong. Felt it would be possible for me to watch it after such a long delay. Unfortunately, did not have the opportunity to do so. Firstly, even at Delhi the movie was released in hardly 7 to 8 multiplex with hardly a show or two. Secondly the timings were pretty odd. Now in the second week, its not running anywhere. There are various other movies like (Via Darjeeling and 1971) to name some, I so wanted to see in big theater but again that would remain a dream. Today marketing is the actual film and the film is merely an industrial by-product. Recently a study by IIM -A has found out that irrespective of content and genre of a film, the pre release marketing budget of a film decides the opening success of it. So a ETT with (literally no story) goes on to fetch 200 crores plus and I doubt how many of the viewers would have gone to see it twice. (I being a die hard Salman Khan fan did not watch it). A film like Student of The Year (wh

Of late, I have a great sense of blankness. Am I loved ? I know I am I have the most loving mom, caring brother and sisters and very affectionate spouse. People around me like me. Some find me childlike and some find me as an ideal person. Whatever that would mean. The child in me is looking for unlimited amount of love, covered by superimposed desires such as wish of approval and acceptance.Is it my immaturity that I crave for love without taking the apparent risk of loving ? I ponder and deduce that more one afraid to love, the more the desire to be loved. I often think what is reality ? What I am observing around is real or not is not clear. All things happening around me is actions and reactions of various person, place and situation. Once my brother has told me that reality exists when no one is looking. I feel reality exists, its only that I  am never looking.While I write this my mind is also thinking of people who would say are you being low or off or depressed or feeling lo

अब जगी हुई आँखों से देखा करते है सपने नींद उखड़ी उस सच से उखड़ी  हुई नींद सपना नहीं बुनती नींद ही थी जहां हम अपने आप से सच्चे थे जगी हुई आँखों में बोले हुए सपने अपने बनाये हुए से लगते है जहाँ दिमाग को मरोड़ देते है पर नींद वह क्या नींद जो सपने दिखा न सके वो भाषा कैसी भाषा जो न कह सके - देखो