Waiting for Godot

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A lifetime is spent to find the actual meaning of happiness. People procrastinate their means of joy, just to have a better means someday. In search of that ‘someday’ they lose their glorious present. This vicious circle keeps moving till one day the end arrives and realisation and remorse does no good. It is imperative to live a fulfilled life day by day as it comes to us. We cannot postpone smiling and dancing to a tomorrow that never arrives. This realistic circumstance of life reminds me of a classic book ‘Waiting for Godot’ by Samuel Beckett. The protagonist is a foolish person who spends his life doing nothing because he has to wait for ‘Godot’ who apparently will get happiness for him. Seasons pass and he grows old, but his insanity and fixation of Godot does not let him live his life. Godot, obviously doesn’t exist. The protagonist of the story departs from this world in vain, without living a single day.

 

We tangle ourselves in wires and threads of emotions and judgements. So much so, that it is impossible to get out after a while. We want to live a life on our terms; the terms may be good or bad but our ego presumes they are the best for our soul. These terms are based on experiences, which are a consequence of these threads of judgements and emotions. No one but us can take us out of this paranoia. This state of anxiety and haste builds a labyrinth around us which eventually becomes a way of our life. Each of us has a personal labyrinth designed and customised personally by our thoughts and decisions taken over a period of a time. The morass therefore, gets complicated with increase of our age. We spend the rest of our lives living in the self constructed confinement going round and round in circles trying to resolve our delusions. The more we judge actions of our own and of those around us, the higher the walls of the labyrinth become. The process goes on till we die one day dissatisfied and lonely.

 

Only if like an efficient gardener, we keep trimming the hedges of our labyrinth and plant more trees of happiness instead,,we can get a lot of sunlight in our lives. Instead of an unattended ruckus we can live in a well groomed haven. The choice is ours and the way we choose to live defines the boundaries we build around ourselves. The ethereal question that rises is how at all we can trim these overbearing walls to have a hold of our lives?

 

Sadhguru says, “…it’s important to grow trees in people’s minds. It is important to acknowledge that we inhale what these trees exhale.” Once we are able to connect with these trees, we will realise that we absorb whatever life gives us and similarly the world absorbs what we exude. Gradually, we will be more aware of what we spread in this world because as a part of life cycle we will receive what we give. Therefore,the hedges of the labyrinth will be short lived and will disappear with time, giving way to a beautiful garden of openness, joy and non judgement. There shall be no labyrinth at all and it will become a way of life. There will be pleasantness and positivity around us which shall spread contagiously.

Let us all learn to live a life sans labyrinth for god has given us a life sans confinement and boundaries. Let our prejudices, envy and wrath not multiply and grow its roots to form a puzzle. Let the human inner beauty and sanity take over this antagonism hence giving us a garden of freedom that has flowers of love and spreads jubilance.

 

About the Author: Shalika Jain is an author, blogger, and a freelance content writer.

Library of Perspectives

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Perspective is the river that takes you from indifference to empathy. If you have never seen a sea, and have always been living beside a river, you will perhaps not believe if I told you that I have come from the sea. The only way to know is to trace the river and see its culmination into a sea. Life’s journey is perhaps that tracing of the river that gives us perspective as we grow. Not all of the perspectives we need or seek come at the same time and not a single day goes without gaining a perspective about something. There is a high probability that we might remain blinded to them but speaking from personal experience, you will find them if you remove your blinders. Continue reading “Library of Perspectives” →

पिलपिलाते हुए आम लोग।

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ज़िन्दगी है, ज़िन्दगी में मुलाकातें भी होती रहतीं हैं। मुलाकातें होतीं हैं तो बातें भी चल पड़तीं हैं। हम हिन्दुस्तानी राय रखने में ऐसे भी बड़े आगे हैं। राजनीति, क्रिकेट, मज़हब, चलचित्र- आप बस मुद्दा उठाइये और चार पाँच विशेषज्ञ तो आपको राह चलते मिल जाएंगे। पान थूकते, तम्बाकू चुनाते, ताश खेलते विशेषज्ञ से शायद पाठक का भी पाला पड़ा ही होगा। तेंदुलकर को किस बॉल पर क्या मारना चाहिए, ये मेरे कॉलोनी के गार्ड से बेहतर शायद ब्रैडमैन को भी ना मालूम हो।
पर मैं यहाँ उनकी बात नहीं करूँगा। मैं बात करूँगा आम आदमी की – तथाकथित आम आदमी। मेरे मत से तो आम आदमी कोई नहीं होता। आदमी होते हैं, औरतें होतीं हैं। गरीब आदमी, अमीर आदमी। गरीब औरत, अमीर औरत। आम तो उस फल का नाम है जो गरीब आदमी की नसीब में नहीं लिखा होता। अच्छा छोड़िये इन बातों को, अभी के लिए आम आदमी ही कह लीजिये। तो बात कुछ यूँ  हुई कि जहाँ कहीं भी गया आम लोगों के साथ ही रहा ।  आम आदमी जो अच्छे भी हैं, बुरे भी और फिर जो इन दोनों में से कुछ नहीं या फिर दोनों ही। इन सबने किसी ना किसी तरीके से कुछ ऐसा कहा है कि मैंने इनको याद रक्खा है। कुछेक आप भी पढ़ लें। कोई भी बात निर्णयात्मक नहीं है। मेरे ख्याल में ये बातें उन लोगों ने कहीं हैं जो अपने दिल से ईमानदार थे और इन्हें व्यवहार कुशलता की कोई चिंता नहीं थी। मानव सीमाओं से घिरा है, हम आप और सब। किसी की सीमाएँ नज़दीक तो किसी की काफी दूर। दार्शनिकों की बातें तो बहुत सुन लीं आपने, ज़रा ये भी सुनिए की तथाकथित आम आदमी क्या कहता है –

  • घर पर अपने दूधवाले से – “और महतो जी, किसको वोट करेंगे इस बार?”
    महतो जी – “और किसको देंगे सर, वही लालू जी।” 
    मैं – “पर वो तो भ्रष्टाचार में लिप्त हैं।” 
    महतो जी – “हाँ मगर जात अपना  है।”
  • 2007 विश्व कप – सौरव गांगुली टीम में वापस आ चुके थे। कलकत्ता के एक बस स्टैंड पर एक अख़बार वाले से –
    “क्या लगता है, कौन सी टीम जीतेगी?”
    अखबारवाला – “दादा सौ मारेगा आर इंडिया हारेगा।” 
    मैं – “ऐसा क्यों?”
    अखबारवाला – “एई होना चाहिए सर, गांगुली को टीम से बाहर कोरा था ई लोग, अभी सारा मैच हार जायेगा इंडिया पर अपना दादा सौ पर सौ मारेगा।”
  • मुम्बई के एक लोकल ट्रेन में उस यात्री से जो मुझे मेरी जगह से उठाना चाहता था –
    “क्या दिक्कत है?”
    यात्री – “कहाँ से हो? मराठी क्यों नहीं बोलते ?
  • नौकरी के पहले दिन मेरे रंग को ध्यान में रखते हुए एक टीम लीड का सवाल –
    “क्या तुम तमिल नाडु से ही हो?”
  • एक मित्र को चप्पल चोरी करने से रोकने पर –
    “अरे यार, तू बहुत सीरियस बन्दा है। कॉलेज में चलता है इतना कुछ, मेरी भी तो किसी ने ले ली ना। अब मैं नंगे पैर घूमूं?”
  • ट्रेन में सामने बैठे चचा जी –
    चचा – “बेटे, तुम्हारा आई आई टी में नहीं हुआ?”
  • एक मित्र जो कल शाम को बौद्धिक चर्चा में रामायण और महाभारत को स्त्री विरोधी और पुरुष प्रधान बता रहे थे, आज ऑफिस में  –
    “आपके पास अच्छी कार होगी तो लोगों को दिखाईएगा ना,  बिपाशा के बड़े बुब्बे हैं तो क्यों नहीं दिखाएगी?” 
    कुछ देर बाद
    “वो देखिये क्या गांड है, अरे देखिये तो सही, वो गयी।”
  • एक रूममेट (पुरुष) बलात्कार का कुछ दोष स्त्रियों को देते हुए –
    “तुम बोलो। कोई नंगी लड़की सामने खड़ी हो जायेगी, तुम उसके साथ कुछ नहीं करोगे?”
  • एक मित्र (स्त्री) ये जानकार कि मैंने सम्भोग(सेक्स) नहीं किया –
    “तो गर्लफ्रेंड क्या गार्डन घुमाने के लिए रक्खी थी?”
  • एक और मित्र मुस्लिमों के बारे में अपनी बेबाक राय रखते हुए –
    “पता है सर, जो उनकी हरक़त है, उनको काट देना ही एक समाधान है। नहीं तो आज न कल हमारे ऊपर चढ़ कर बैठ जायेंगे।”

हम आम लोग हैं। बहुत आम। इतने आम कि एक सड़ा हुआ आम हमसे ज़्यादा ख़ास होता है। आम लोग मज़ाकिया होते हैं, आम लोग सीरियस भी होते हैं। आम लोग ईमानदार होते हैं। आम लोग बेईमान भी होते हैं। सिर्फ आम होना कोई सर्टिफिकेट नहीं होता। हर आम आदमी ख़ास बनने की होड़ में लगा है। सारे पैंतरे ख़ास बनने के ही हैं। उन पैंतरों में हम वो सब करते हैं जो एक आम आदमी करता है या आम औरत करती है। क्यों न करें? जब तक ख़ास बन नहीं जाते तब तक तो आम ही हैं- सड़े हुए आम जिनको थोड़ा दबाते ही गूदा पिलपिला कर बाहर निकल आता है। हम पिलपिलाकर ही ख़ास बनेंगे।तो कोई आपके प्रदेश का न हो तो मार गिराइये, आपकी भाषा न बोले तो मार गिराइये, आपका मज़हब न माने तो मार गिराइये। बुब्बे मापिए, गांड झाँकिये, बलात्कार कीजिये और सदा पिलपिलाते रहिये। मेरी शुभकामनाएँ।

Nothing to write about!

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And suddenly I have nothing to write about. A long night at work – I wanted to write about it – how tiring and hopeless situations you grow into at around 2.30 am in the morning typing in some code that you are no longer sure of. I wanted to write about that. I wanted to take a shot at poetry – dead of a night – smoky chilled air – rains – thunderstorms – trees wavering like tresses of the love I deserved – I might have jotted down the perfect poem for the moment. I wanted to write about my struggles. I would  have liked to finish my debut novel  in a one night’s shot. I wanted to write a tale – a disarming one or maybe even a spooky one that would leave me in despair by the end of it – perfect setting of a night and an under-construction would-be corporate building – cranes, dump-trucks, excavators all lying dead like there never was any life in them. I wanted to make new metaphors and similes- like a bulldozer’s night sleep  or lie like a windowpane!  Continue reading “Nothing to write about!” →

She had that effect on me…

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I was put in charge of hospitality committee and while preparing, since filtered water was available only in the teacher’s common room, had to drink untreated water many a times. This had distorted the texture and pitch of my voice temporarily. I love my voice, both literally and idiomatically. So it was a major setback. The croaky voice was intelligible only to me. Two days after the event was over, I was going to my classroom via the library corridor. She was walking towards the library and I was walking towards her. She waved her hand and helloed. I mumbled something that I don’t remember now. She asked me if I had drunk raw water from the supply taps. I had a silly smile on my face while nodding affirmatively. She smiled. That was magic, a surreal encounter of charm and power of beauty.

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Year End Read – Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse

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The world that a child walks into is ripe with parents,teachers, and relatives who are ever ready to impart their share of knowledge. This world is ever so full with innumerable guides, inexhaustible chicken-soups, volumes of encyclopedia, armies of life-coaches. In simple terms, we should have turned out into a perfect world, a super-harmonious civilization by now. After all when we consider the abundance of knowledge through our history and present as a planet, the awe just grows deeper and deeper.

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The Romantics | A Novel | Pankaj Mishra

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There are fictions that give you a rush, a shot of thrill or an expectation of something unimaginable, and you go back to the book whenever you can cast yourself away from the world. You keep looking for that window of time to get immersed and continue your breathtaking journey, then there comes your way – ‘The Romantics‘ which draws you to itself when you want no such rush, no such thrill and you look to withdraw within yourself. The Romantics is a story that develops as a slow, indifferent painting on the chaotic canvas of the world.
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