Sometime in the summer of ‘69 on his broken cot, in the natural
ambi-pur of his hamlet:
“वो हसे तो
सूरज भी रोशनी
के प्रकोप से
अपनी आँखें बंद
कर ले, वो
रोये तो अँधेरा
भी गम की
चादर ओडे रो
पड़े...दूर से
बैठे हुए उन्हें
देखना जब सब
कुछ होने का
एहसास दिला देता
था...उनकी यादों
में इतना सुकून
हैं...वो मिल
जाते तो बात
ही क्या थी*.." was a saying in pain…alas! his emotions could never be packeted on the emotional
bandwidth; he never had the courage to
recite those golden words in her presence..she made him nervous…he shrivelled…her
vision for a day was God’s greatest gift to him…his love as pure as the driven
snow stood an untold story…always… forever
And then the gadgetry saying of a “Dude” sometime when he
was busy messaging his girl on his iPhone 3G, in the bloated summer of Twenty12:
"Dude, I don’t think so I “love” her anymore, though I “loved” her equally as did my ex…she is a special “girlfriend” u know….but now she appears to be one blonde…u saw how she behaved in the party last night after just tequila shot ? How could she?…I think it’s time to make my way into some new unidentified territories…must inform her on my new “iPhone” ....that girl burning the dance floor seems much better…ohh yeah!"
The age where relationships can be put up on a wardrobe..when
MOVE ON is no more a Fastrack-al saying…where “love” has a new definition
called fashion when once it used to be nothing but just passion…where emotions
have a new saying…where mind darts the dress and never looks beyond…she exposes
but hides the soul….he admires and notices, but forgets to love…she messages and
performs a ritual according to her but forgets to emote....where ”fattu” is a
term for singles…Casanova for multiples….where love’s biggest disaster is turning
late on a date…has the world travelled space? Where are the Veers and the
Zaaras? Where are the Cleopatras
and the Mark Antonys? Among all this glitz and glamour, am I
really lucky to watch T20 or unlucky not to admire the gentleness of Test
Cricket? And I ask this question, Is Vintage better than the vogue? Why has
this world undergone such a cosmetic surgery of its emotions? Why.? Alas…bring that LOVE back….!
© copyright Akrox!! 2011.All Rights Reserved
*Credit for the line "उनकी यादों में इतना सुकून हैं...वो मिल जाते तो बात ही क्या थी" goes to Akash, my flat mate in Mumbai in the summer of 2012.
*Credit for the line "उनकी यादों में इतना सुकून हैं...वो मिल जाते तो बात ही क्या थी" goes to Akash, my flat mate in Mumbai in the summer of 2012.
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