टूटता क्यों नहीं दर्द का सिलसिला?

“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.” – Norman Cousins

I started on this path of blogging because I had thought and hoped it would be therapeutic for me! Don’t think it has, and actually, I am very close to that adieu post.

Everything dies…come to a conclusion and at times, terminated. Also, I see no reason why I should keep on encumbering others about my travails. People anyway forget words and deeds and if I am to be remembered, for whatever reason, I would want it to be for any sensitivity that I may have been able to kindle in them – a feeling that they are able to embrace with the strength to continue.

Maybe, I need to put an end to this. And, considering the terms used to define this final moment – wouldn’t it be just great, fantastic and bizarre if I were to sort of cop it; go away; be no more; conk it; kick the bucket; expire; walk the plank; rest in peace; stop living; drop off; croak; be taken; breathe my last; pass away, go to my heavenly abode; put out the lamp; move on to the next level; go off; mar jāun; swarg ko sidharun; cross the threshold; meet the grim reaper; say hello to the maker; khallās etc. soon after this post….now that would be droll!

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Dancing with Demons

“Language…has created the word “loneliness” to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word “solitude” to express the glory of being alone.” – Paul Tillich

This may rouse those once again, who were somewhat stirred by ‘My Way’. I was pleasantly surprised by their reaction after that posting…but none commented on the blog site!

Two themes that were the quintessence of most emails – “Is blogging like an online personal diary for me?” and, “How could I be so open about myself?”

I have thought about these aspects at a personal level and continue to do so. And, even though, blogging may be mildly interesting for me, let me assert that I am not the ‘diary kind’ and there are many things I don’t share and probably never will. So, the question of a personal diary – online or otherwise – does not arise.

Also, if I were to really be unfettered about my views……

भारत बँध

कल भारत बँध था| महँगाई के खिलाफ विपक्षी दलों का प्रदर्शन| वो महँगाई जो हमारे नेताओं को व्यक्तिगत रूप से कभी भी महसूस नहीं होती, असर नही होता, फ़र्क नहीं पड़ता – चाहे फिर वो कॉंग्रेसी हों, भाजप के हों या कोई और अन्य पार्टी|

कल, ५ जुलाई २०१० को भारत बँध था| हमारे देश में बढ़ती हुई महँगाई से भी ज़्यादा बढ़ती मानसिक नपुंसकता का एक भव्य प्रदर्शन था|

My Way

“Sometimes I’m confused by what I think is really obvious. But what I think is really obvious obviously isn’t obvious…” Michael Stipe

These days, I am between assignments – which is a refined way to state that I have just finished a project and am waiting, albeit anxiously, for one more to be dyed-in-the-wool. Now, if this does not entertain the intrusive, repugnant and patronizing social contact, what will?

Then there is a select, immensely cherished assemblage of people who continue to extend admirable emotional nourishment that keeps me going. But, they too, at times in their great concern for me, are apt to become unaware of the obvious.

So! With 170 Rupees in my wallet and 570 in the bank (to retain cheque book facilities) it is a good time to introspect.

Ah! Got you by the short and curlies, didn’t I?