First portrait
My grand ma- AAJI.
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My sketches- 2
NID's BBC at 7:00 am- pen on paper. I had put my clothes for washing in the washing machine under B hostel. I had nothing else to do. So, I did this.
AASMA KA JAWAB
Daud ke bhaagi hain sab, Wo behri, painee awazein, Wo ghayal kar deni wali gati, Kisi Anjani ore badhta ye kaafila… Har raah par ek chaah, Aur har chaah par ek prati-spardha. Har pratispardha, mein ek vijeta aur anek parajit. Sar utha kar mann aasma se poochta hai, ‘Kaisi chah? Kaisi spardha?’ Aasma kehta, Pehle na thi aisi chah, na aisi pratispardha, Par phir bhi the anek vijeta. Kisi anjani ore badhta ye kafila… Na soch, na samajh, Na Sabr, na na such, Na sehensheelta, na muskurahat, Bas haar, ya jeey. Par kaisi jeet? Kiski jeet? Kaisi haar? Kiski haar? Aankhen oonchi kar, aasma mein THEHRAAV aur shanty ko dekh, Ji khush hota hai. Aasma muskurakar kaehta, Ek waqt tha, Jab dharti par bhi, Ye sab hota tha. Ek waqt tha… Kisi anjani ore badhta ye kaafila…
It's simple!
The world, a whirlpool of emotions, And an ocean of expectations. When I open my eyes to decipher the simple codes, The complexity of the world takes everything away. When simple and happy curves can solve things, Why do they use tough straight lines to complicate problems? I say, ‘Look at the stars, they’re beautiful!’ But every time, they stop looking after the clouds. They reply, ‘the clouds are too dense for them, VISIBILITY is hampered.’ Thinking simple has become so tough.
MAIN AUR DILLI
Woh subah-subah ki geeli os mein, muskurate hue kaapna. uss kad-kadati thand mein, garma-garm khana kha razai ki khushiyon tale dab jaana. TV par nyunatam taapmaan dekh, thand ka achanak badh jana. Un mushkil se dikhne wali dhoop ki kirano ko, aankhen moond gale lagana. Inn yaadon ko ek potli mein baandh, sang rakhunga apne, wo pal waakai mein the, ya the bas Dilli ke dikhay kuch sunahre sapne? Farvary ke aate hi, sheher ke har phool ka achanak khil jana. Har chowk-chowrahe par inn rango ko dekh, maano mil jaye pyar karne ka bahana. Garm kapdon ka dheere-dheere bakse mein chale jaana. Fiza ka, nayee kitabon ki khushboo se bhar jana. Inn yadon ko sarhane ke neeche chhipakar rakhunga apne, wo pal waakai mein the, ya the bass Dilli ke dikhay kuch Sunahre sapne?