I AND MY WORDS

एक शमा कही जली है हुस्न-ए-मग़रिब पे एक दाग़ आज लगा है एक शमा कहीं जली है एक आतिश कहीं लगी थी इन्सां को आज फ़िर से कोई बुत बना गया है एक शमा कहीं जली है एक आतिश कहीं लगी थी नुजूम के तारे कोई ग़र्दिश में लपेट गया है एक शमा कहीं जली है एक आतिश कहीं लगी थी वक्त की भट्टी में उन्हें तपिश में छोड़ गया है एक शमा कहीं जली है एक आतिश कहीं लगी थी चिलचिलाती धुप में यूँ नंगे पाँव चलता देख रहा है एक शमा कहीं जली है एक आतिश कहीं लगी थी ख़ाक छानते हुए कोई ग़ुरबत में  रो रहा है एक शमा कहीं जली है एक आतिश कहीं लगी थी काँटों की सेज पर बैठा कोई हमको छोड़ गया है एक शमा कहीं जली है एक आतिश कहीं लगी थी नाकामियों का सेहरा कोई सिरे बाँध गया है एक शमा कहीं जली है एक आतिश कहीं लगी थी इंसानियत का जनाज़ा आज फ़िर से उठ रह है एक शमा कहीं जली है एक आतिश कहीं लगी थी यादों की शमाएं हमने आतिश-ए-हस्सास से जलाई थी उम्मीदों के दरीचे हमने इन्ही शमाओं से जलाये थे पर ये ज़मीन में कुछ बात है के अनकहे अनसुने किस्सों से ये ज़मीं आज भी रोशन है खुश्वार है, उम्मीद से है आज फ़िर एक शमा...

The recent news of the demise of Robin Williams left a void in me that I do not think will be filled up soon. An actor whose work taught us as much about life as it rendered entertainment, and that too from a rare genius, is hard to replace. The world will surely miss him, but yes, there is an important thing to realize, one that we often overlook due to our own personal discomfort, little knowledge about issues of mental health and general disapproval of such people and ideas that leaves much to be discussed. Depression is a deeply personal fight for me. People who may know me are aware of my fight with depression on more than one plane. My mother has been fighting this problem for over a decade now, and though it started off due to hormonal imbalances, the clinical depression has set into an ever-constant fear, that she shall be left behind all alone in this world. That triggered off a host of other health issues, including bacterial antral gastritis. Fighting this disease for so ...

It was one of those humid sunny days that the season always brought in. Sweat drips down not just your brows but streaks across your back, making every effort to discomfit you. More often than not, the attempts are successful, if you go by the number of people making irritable faces, attempting to reach out to their backs, as if their contorted hands will help improve their position; after all, even if one such streaker were to be successfully thwarted, another would come racing. I was amongst the countless many, as I stood there. The sun decided to come out today, making the afternoon an unbearable affair. Nothing monumental about it. As is always the case, I stood at a bus stand along the R..... Road, hoping to catch a bus that leads me to my destiny. The bus could hopefully give me a temporary reprieve. Air conditioned buses had been introduced recently, and the heightened fares seem to have had little impact on the enthusiasm of one and all in boarding it. And who can be blamed fo...