I was born in April, the month of scorching sun and summer rain!
Perhaps that’s the cause of myriad of emotions in me- from blaze to drizzle... but I too don’t know my self well. I don’t know what I say or do at times. But I never did something intentionally to hurt someone. That is my policy of life – live and let live!
I’m fond of many things-things of no relation – April showers, dark chocolates, capsicum, fresh tomatoes, lemon, music notes, menacing smiles, innocent mischief, UFOs, pyramids of Egypt, sci-fis, mysteries, metaphysics, philosophy, robotics, opulence, neuropsychology, politics and so on…a person who loves Da Vinci, Einstein, Paulo Coelho, Octavia Paz , Sean Connery, Hitler, Socrates, Eliot, Fidel Castro and Rushdie at the same time.
But above all I’m a character in search of an author…I’m a letter alone in a dictionary…searching for its word, shifting its place from one word to another, yet unable to find its own word…lost and lonely…yes, mine is a tanha dil. Kaun jane is anjane raste maim kya doont rahi hai, kise doont rahi hai…mere yeh safar to sirf tanha hai…but still I celebrate each moment of my life. I’m a paradox who ironically laughs at life’s adversities. I celebrate my triumph, collapse, exhilaration, anguish, insanity, misery, pain, ecstasy, severance, reunion, memories and nostalgia. I celebrate life. It’s great to be alive.
When I was born my nation was free already, free from autocratic powers.
The old fashioned dictators were dead and forgotten. World nations have started to build up their future from the resources they looted or what remained after looting. The nations which were more or less lost suddenly flourished and developed. But my nation still remained in the atrocious state of quagmire and cinders.
I know I’m living in purgatory fancying that I’m in cloud 9. But I abide this fate of living on earth with the euphoria of corporal mortification. I’ll tarnish myself to make this world a better place to live in… And then I’ll rise from ashes like phoenix. Like the refined gold from the smith’s fire I’ll return.
to be continued
