Posts Tagged ‘Memories

21
Jul
17

हमेशा की तरह

मेरे
ज़हन में बसने वाली
वह
कल
बहुत दिनों बाद
झुंझलाई सी
आई, और
धम्म से
तुनक कर
बैठ गयी;
और मैं
हमेशा की तरह
उसको
निहारता रहा|

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21
Jun
17

इसलिए

दिमाग फितूरी था
इसलिए
बहुत सोचा इक
दिन
फिर से
अपने बारे में;
और जाने किस
गुबार में
अष्टाव्रक जिंदगी
के उस कोने
की सफाई करने
चला।
07
Mar
17

#18

In the shadows of mountains

the echoes of memories

hit the hard surfaces

and

come back to me

to get

tangled

in the ragged edges

of my

thoughts.

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07
Jan
17

न जाने क्यों?

ख्वाबों के दरिया में
अचनाक
ताबीर आया, और
ज़ंक़े-जंगों से सजे
मेरी यादों के ताबूत में
एक दरार
नई
पड़ गयी.

न जाने क्यों
आज तुम
बहुत याद आए?

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24
Oct
16

#17

The screaming from the

window

perforated the thick grey

walls and

enveloped itself

around quiet corners

of my being.

Vaguely familiar faces

with loud, open mouths,

stretched

and

undulated

towards me;

waiting to be

recognized,

desperate to get under

my skin as I

try to remain

sane in

the midst of all

insanity.

23
Sep
16

Those were the days! 4

We’ve seen over time that countries that have the best economic growth are those that have good governance, and good governance comes from freedom of communication. It comes from ending corruption. It comes from a populace that can go online and say, ‘This politician is corrupt, this administrator, or this public official is corrupt.’ – Ramez Naam

I can, of course, talk about the harrowing time I had as Director of The Corbett Foundation – not the work, but the way the Board (in particular Rina Khatau) behaved and treated people; of assurances and promises broken; the way sycophancy was encouraged and nurtured to unbelievable levels; the arrogance and subterfuge; the nauseating hold the Khataus had over their employees. Why most of them were so servile and willing to be treated worse than guttersnipes is something I could never comprehend. I always felt that the Khataus never ever learnt or appreciated the fact that the stature they achieved was by standing on somebody’s shoulders.

But I choose instead to share some of the most glorious, enriching and satisfying moments of my life, even when things were going awry.

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29
Aug
16

Those were the days! 3

“If you look at great human civilizations, from the Roman Empire to the Sovit Union, you will see that most do not fail simply due to external threats but because of internal weakness, corruption, or a failure to manifest the values and ideals they espouse.” – Cory Booker

Sometimes it is difficult for me to differentiate between the 2001 earthquake and the 2002 Gujarat riots. The aftermath was catastrophic either ways. The events affected me in more ways that I can even describe.

I was as in Kachchh and survived, but had to leave as nothing was left of the Gujarat Nature Conservation Society’s field office.

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I was part of ‘Sabrang’ for a long time. Realized I had been branded a pseudo-secularist only after I was roughed-up one night. How bad things were became clear when I realized that the phone was tapped and my children were being followed. Had to leave Gujarat.

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Very much like a wild animal whose corridor of movement is slowly but steadily being eradicated I lived in the shadows of my nightmares keeping an eye out for further transgressions. Nothing much has changed even today.

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