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I was wondering since morning .What should I write today? There are many things in my mind .Should I go for the depiction of darkness that forge your face every night , or for the early morning sun rays that always succeeds in penetrating the window pane? Oh yes ! there is a stretched bit of loneliness to share and like this and that there are many such things that I can conjecture to amaze you.Anyway at the end of the day ,while the sun was getting merged in the horizon ,I decided to jot  down the little things , thread you with little little things carved over imagination , polished over dream and perfected over night .I decided to revisit one old diary page .
May 9 ,2013 .
IIT KHARAGPUR 
RKH-E302.
MY dear little little you in my little little me ,
you know the worst thing Imperialism did to the whole world is that it made english quite inexpensive and  easily accessed language.You will get this language scripted on the gullies , on the streets.The attached internationalism to this language has denatured its charm ,its elitism and its so called romanticism.

I should have continued the letter in english ,but I got reminded of one age old couplet " hamare pyaar ki chithhi tumhare baap ne kholi / hamara sarr naa bach paata ,gar unhein urdu aa jaati ."

That's the only reason I decided to revisit that diary page in a language that conceals romanticism.

main aur meri tanhaayi [ Title is inspired from a poetry written by Javed Akhtak for that late yash chopra movie Silsila(1981)].


मैं और मेरी तन्हाई 
अक्सर ये बातें करती हैं :
तुम पास होती तो क्या होता ?
अहले सुबह की चमकती दूब
और सबा -खैर  के मायने क्या होते !
जो मैं तुम्हारी आँखों में जुल्फों को संवारता 
फिर आईने क्या होते !
जो मैं लफ़्ज़ों में तुम्हारे चेहरे बुनता हूँ 
शायद उसमे थोड़ी जान आ  जाती |
ये रात ये बिखरी हुई चाँदनी और मौसमों की दिल्लगी 
शायद इनसे भी हमारी पहचान हो जाती |
मैं और मेरी तन्हाई 
अक्सर ये बातें करती हैं :
तुम पास होती तो क्या होता ?
तुम होती तो एक वक़्त के लिए 
कभी तो मुझे सताया करती |
मेरी वफाओं को याद कर के 
कभी तो मुझे रुलाया करती |
कभी तो तनिक वक़्त के लिए 
मुझसे फ़रियाद किया करती |
कभी तो तनिक वक़्त के लिए
 मुझे बरबाद किया करती ||
मैं और मेरी तन्हाई 
अक्सर ये बातें करती हैं :
तुम पास होती तो क्या होता ?

That's all for the night .




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