इस रिश्ते की सारी हदें तो तुम ही तय करती हो - ये नहीं कर सकती, ये नहीं कह सकती..
एक बार बेहद प्रेम किया था किसी से।
उसी से सीखा - अपनी हद में रहा करो।
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This is a random personal blog - covering everything from poetry to politics. Views presented are strictly my own.
इस रिश्ते की सारी हदें तो तुम ही तय करती हो - ये नहीं कर सकती, ये नहीं कह सकती..
एक बार बेहद प्रेम किया था किसी से।
उसी से सीखा - अपनी हद में रहा करो।
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If you have been wanting to start reading Hindi, this is the perfect kind of book. It has short stories that range from half page to two pages.
But don't be fooled by the word count. Each story manages to do its job - make the reader feel, think, or both.
The book is a compilation of short stories written by Suryakant Nagar, Bhagirath, Dr. Satishraj Pushkarna, Shyamsundar Agrawal, Dr. Ramnivas 'Maanav', Dr. Kamal Chopra, and Sukesh Sahni.
11 stories of each author have been selected, making this a compendium of 77 stories in a very compact 134 pages.
The language is easy and the writing flows. You wont experience it as a compilation because there is no jarring difference between the styles of individual authors. One doesn't get the sense of reading Christie and Thomas Hardy in the same book. And for that, the editor, Dr. Ramkumar Ghotad, deserves credit.
The stories span pretty much the entire spectrum of human conditions and emotions. From love in an elderly couple to crime in a village, it is all there.
The book is not available in print, afaik.
Friends can borrow my copy though, or you could try the publishers - Sahityagaar (Jaipur).
लोगों को जीवन में
पहले
पिता मिलते हैं
और फिर वे पिता बनते हैं
कुछ लोगों को
नहीं मिलते पिता
वे सीधा
पिता बनते हैं
ज़्यादातर लोगों को
जो पिता मिलते हैं
वो पिता
वे बन नहीं सकते
पिता बन जाने
का
लंबा रास्ता है
कोई नक्शा नहीं होता।
Most people
first get a father
before becoming one.
Sometimes
you don't get a father
You just have to
become one
when the time comes.
Usually
the father we get
is not the father
we are allowed (or want) to become.
Fatherhood
is a long road
No maps available.
Happy Fathers' Day
I think of him more as an author that belongs in the simplicity of my childhood - upholding the value of human connection and kindness - things we valued as children but lost as adults.
BUT... Alexander McCall Smith writes short stories far better than he writes novels. Maybe it is my reduced attention span. But i prefer the format where each story solved a mystery and Mma Ramotswe and Mma Makutsi solved them together, with help from Charlie. This time, the mystery is loooong drawn out, intertwined with another, rather unrelated mystery, and honestly, they are more family/business problems than mysteries.
At 230 pages (and large print) the book is a languid, easy read. If you are looking for an action packed adventure, this is not it. This book is a soap opera on paper - where the lives of the characters walk in and out of the frame, and things happen to and through them. If you want to lose yourself in the lives of other people for a while, this one is perfect.
मुझे रख लो काम पर
तुम्हें लतीफ़े सुना कर
खूब हँसाया करूंगा
और तुम बदले में मुझे
अपनी छत से
चाँद ताकने देना
Let me come work for you
My job
will be to make you laugh
till your sides hurt
And your payment
is to let me see the moon
from your rooftop.
हर बचपन में होनी चाहिए
एक नदी
या पोखर
या पहाड़
और इन में से कुछ भी न हो सके तो
कम-अस-कम
एक बड़ा सा
पेड़/
क्यूंकि
बचपन की यादें
जब maypole के रंग बिरंगे रिबनों सी
स्मृति की हवा में
लहलहाती है
तब
उन्हें आवश्यकता होती है
एक स्तम्भ की
जिस से
उन सब का स्थायित्व
महसूस किया जा सके
हर बचपन में होनी चाहिए
ऐसी नदी
पोखर
पहाड़
या फिर
कम-अस-कम
एक बड़ा सा पेड़।
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Every childhood deserves
a river
or a lake
or a mountain
or at least
a really big tree.
When
childhood memories
flutter
like Maypole ribbons
(colourful, but chaotic)
That is when
they need
the pole
to peg themselves
in the real-ness
of the physical world.
That is why
every childhood deserves
a river
a lake
a mountain
or at least
a really big tree.
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I am most certainly regressing.
But I had a really amusing encounter today and since this blog is my memory box of small things, where else would one post such a sweet little thing?
Remember when we were younger and boys would do different things to get our co-ordinates? (Email id, phone no., linkedin, facebook. etc.?) I used to find that so cute - the confusion, the hesitation, the attempt, the gentle smile, etc?
So, today, i was in a flight. A morning flight. Which means i had not slept well. Which means i was not feeling well. So I had only one agenda in that flight - to sleep. As soon as take off happened, I closed my eyes rather involuntarily.
Sometime during the flight, the person in the next seat and i got talking. I cant remember how. He was just coming from a trip and i was going to one. We spoke about a lot of things - his business, my work, the kind of holidays we like, good places to visit solo, etc.
Towards the end of the flight, he just turned to me and asked, "Are you on insta? What's your id?"
And that, dear reader, has not happened to me in a loooong time.
:)