Sunday, February 24, 2013

Marine Drive



I can think of nothing that has changed during the last eight years of my visits to Marine Drive. The lengthy 4,300 mts pavement, the tall buildings standing with pride, the series of street lights perfectly in line to form a necklace, people jogging on the side walk, some casually sitting on the edge of the concrete, couples romancing while watching the sun take a slow dip in the water, loners dispersing their thoughts in the ocean. It has always been the same.
I can’t recall my reaction when I first came to Marine Drive. It must be mesmerizing to see the charm of this secluded and yet most attractive part of the city. Although, I have been here over a hundred times now, but it amazes me every time when I watch the astonishing view standing on the top of the platform. The intensity of this fast paced city appears to slow down as you listen to the sound of waves hitting the rocks. It lets you free your thoughts. 
I wonder, if there is any aspect of my life that I haven't thought of, sitting here on this pavement? A more comforting friend, the sea, than many friends that I have met here on Marine Drive. Probably, because it has patiently listened and absorbed all my thoughts. My well wishers might have given me better suggestions but none gave me the power to accept the uncertainly of life, as the sea. It guaranteed me that even in the worst of times, it will be here, at the very same place, and absorb my trauma with the same patience.
But today is not one of those days. Today, I will take a long lousy walk, grab a drink and watch the gorgeous necklace as it twinkles fearlessly into the night.

Friday, February 15, 2013

Life @ room no. # 203


The wall had words scrubbed
Posters covered the dark
Rock-bands, mountains, celebrities
And sometime Indian gods

A table always dusty
Books untouched for long
Linux / windows on the Intel PC
As we wished to install

Videos, movies and games
Unusual genre of songs
Singing verses after verses
Missing her all night long

Voices of laughter
Serious discussion on math
Never ending arguments
To be continued over yahoo chat

But with the exams overhead
Our bond became stonger
Fearful faces asking each other
Can you stay little longer?

The room had a green veiw
With friends as neighbour
It knew us inside out
It knew us better

We lived a dream
An imaginary world of our own
A garden enriched with friendship
Trees of tresure we’ve grown

The bonds that we have made
And the achievements that we laid
Might not last long,
But these incredible memories
Will stay with us like a beautiful song

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Mohabbat na kar jaana

कर ,
चाहे जो कर जाना,
पर भूल कर भी,
मोहब्बत न कर जाना,

कह,
चाहे जो कह जाना,
मोहब्बत हो भी जाए,
तो इज़हार न कर जाना

बढती कहानी हो,
इशारों में थम जाना,
इज़हार वो कर भी दे,
तू इक़रार न कर जाना

हार,
चाहे जो हार जाना
गर, भूल से भी
दिल न हार जाना

ये दिल बड़ा ही कमजोर है,
मोहब्बत भुला न पायेगा,
रंगीन यादों पर भी,
ये आंसू बहायेगा

फिर भी, मोहब्बत तेरी ज़िद है,
तोह इसे आँखों से कर ले
ये रूठ कर भी खामोश रह जाएँगी
दिल के टूटने पर
तेरे आंसुओं का,
कडवा ज़हर भी पी जाएँगी

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Aahat

आहट न होती उन आँखों से,
तो डूबा ही रहता, अनजान ख्यालों के समंदर में . . .
उलझा तो वैसे आज भी हूँ,
बस, एक छोटी सी मुलाक़ात में,
उनकी आंखो से लफ्ज़ झलके,
और मेरे ख्यालों को एक पहचान मिल गयी . . .

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Talaash

तलाश है, एक ऐसी सुबह की,
जब आसमा में बिखरें कुछ रंग,
हलके नीले, हलके गुलाबी,
जैसे हांथो से किसी चित्रकार ने,
रात की चादर को, बड़े ही इम्तेनान से सजाया हो,
और जता रहा हो के,
धुप की पहली किरण, तेरी आँखों से ऐसे झलके,
जैसे ये सुबह एक नया पैगाम लायी हो,
और एहसास जगा दे ज़हन में,
जिंगदी वो नहीं, जो थी,
वो नहीं, जो होगी,
जिंदगी तो है अभी, यहीं
तू तालाश तो कर . . .
एक ऐसी सुबह की . . .

Monday, September 17, 2012

The Artist


       “Artists are born not created. Their talent is their character, their personality, their goal, their motive, their bread, their meaning of life, their purpose of existence, and this talent in them – be it in a painter, actor, musician, writer or a scientist, is born when a human brain and heart are united. Unfortunately! We are bound by time, which by its very nature is scarce, given we are all part of the life-death cycle.” quoted the Daily Mail editorial, an extract written centuries ago by a long forgotten mathematician Aulto.

Aulto, as predicted by the new age philosophers, lived in a constant fearful state of mind, as he believed that the four dimensions ‘three dimensional space and one dimensional time’, held the key to ultimate supremacy, and that human race would eventually fail if it did not conquer these four dimensions. Although, later it was also argued that Aulto predicted a possibility of another pseudo dimension, which he named after himself ‘Aulto-exist’, that acted as link a between space and time.

To explain the nature of such this pseudo dimension, Aulto used a mathematical co-ordinate system where three dimensional space and one dimensional time were represented by coordinates (x, y, z, t). He later reviewed that if space and time were to be connected by a pseudo dimension ‘Aulto-exist’ the coordinates of a particle located in space (x1, y1, z1) at time (t1) could be written as (x1, y1, z1, t1, AE), where x1, y1, z1, t1 represented the space and time coordinates of that particle, and AE represented its coordinate on the ‘Aulto-exist’ dimension. Hypothetically, a particle could relocate to its new coordinate (x2, y2, z2, t2, AE) keeping its pseudo dimension ‘AE’ as constant. The theory worked perfectly, if the space coordinates were changed w.r.t. corresponding change in time, or in other words, at a given instant a particle could exist only at one location in space represented by one defined space co-ordinates. Aulto extended his theory, that it was possible for a weightless object to be teleported to different space  coordinate at a single instant by using the pseudo dimensional ‘AE’ link. Therefore, his main focus during the later part of his life remained on finding a weightless object that could be used to prove his theory of teleportation.

Aulto published numerous journal papers, with a belief that, one day, mathematics along with other sciences will have the capacity to master and control all the four dimensions. He even anticipated that it was only matter of time that weightlessness could be used travel to any co-ordinates of the universe. However, his theory on pseudo dimension contradicted core fundamental definitions of various facts and was based on hypothetical ideas that were challenged by the scientists of those times. It is also believed that Aulto’s core subject of interest was religious philosophy but his fascination towards ‘space and time’ theory made him shift his focus towards experimental mathematics.

Space equations made complete sense to him, but, when these equations were combined with ‘time’, he felt as if his knowledge was trapped. He spent hours and hours in his laboratory, but could not gather ideas about how time was created. Is it finite or infinite? Does it depended on frame of reference? Is time required, to change our space co-ordinate? However, a question that was deep rooted in his mind was: “If weightlessness exist, is it possible move to a different space-time coordinate and defeat time?”

He spent nights working on this problem and isolated himself from the world. After days of absence, he was found locked inside his room staring at a pendulum clock with his dark red eyes, a pen between his fingers, the paper board in front had hundreds of equations and diagrams – some with reference to space and time, and others were made of human body, of religious teaching, which none of his co-scientists could comprehend.

A few days later, he organized a seminar to which he invited brightest minds, experts, geniuses of the planet, with the aim to explain his theory and trigger a wave to solve this problem:

“My dear friends”, he spoke softly.

“Artists are born not created. Their talent is their character, their personality, their goal, their motive, their bread, their meaning of life, their purpose of existence, and this talent in them – be it in a painter, actor, musician, writer or a scientist, is born when a human brain and heart are united. Unfortunately! We are bound by time, which by its very nature is scarce, given we all are part of the life-death cycle.”

“Can we conquer time?”

The room was dead silence. No one spoke or moved. It looked for the moment as if time was frozen, a layer of silence covered the Auditorium. Aulto looked tired, drops of water appeared on his forehead. He waited another minute and gulped the glass of water that was put on the side table and said his final words, “Oh yes, my goodness! We can, can’t we? We are made of  . . . weightless . . . SOUL!” The crowd waited patiently to hear Aulto’s next words, another minute of silence, students and co-professors stared directly at his face, as if, the equation of time was finally resolved. Aulto looked shocked and excited, but he spoke nothing more. He collected his books and left the seminar hall quietly.

Within seconds, the silence in the Auditorium turned into chaos. The question appeared everywhere - “Has professor Aulto found the key to supress time?” Only Aulto had the answer.
                             
The university was closed for winter holidays. Everyone, the entire country, waited for the answer, for the question that was discovered by Aulto himself. Thousands of letters flew in from journalists, philosophers, scientists, physicists across the globe. None were answered.

Days later Aulto’s body was found, sitting on his study table at his country house, still, clam and untouched. There was no sign of theft, no sign of a disease, no sign of a weapon, so sign of trouble. The equation of time was yet to solved and yet another mystery was left for the world to answer - the cause of Aulto’s death. The best practitioners across the world examined his body but could not predict the cause of his death.

The daily mail quoted an article on his death:

“The Artist is gone. Thousands appeared during the cremation ceremony of the famous philosopher, scientist, mathematician – The great Aulto. The man who had no family of his own but received blessings and prayers from millions around the world. The man who selflessly dedicated his life to ‘space-time’ equation. The man who was believed to have cracked the problem time-mystery dies of unknown cause. The country pays high regard and tribute to the great Aulto. The man who left this world, his great ideas, his philosophy, his countless achievements and his final words that he left for the world: ‘Yes!, Aulto-exist!’

He indeed exists in our hearts.”


**** The End ****


Friday, September 14, 2012

Tum

झील का किनारा हो तुम
आसरा हो, मन की कश्तियों का
समंदर हो, परछाई दिखती है जिसमें 
बिखरते ख्यालों की
जिनसे, फुरसत मिलते ही
बातें किया करता हूँ में
कविता हो, एक जवाब हो, 
मेरी खाव्हिसों की, पहचान हो
तस्वीर की तरह, मेरे अन्दर बसी हो
चेहरा दिखता नहीं तुम्हारा,
बस एक रौशनी है, एहसास है
जिसे बंद आँखों से महसूस कर 
मेरे रूह को
सुकून सा मिलता है . . .