CHERISH with HARISH

WORDS I wrote them randomly, the dictator called them 'Sense-less'. I wrote them in a rhyme. the dictator called it a 'Stupid song'. I kept writing them effortlessly, times changed, the dictator changed. The first part was called a STORY, and the second, a POEM. I realised that it was not the dictator's fault, just my doubts on myself! Dictators will come and go, but I should not stop writing. People will like it or not. I should not stop expressing. I should keep on 'PLAYING' with words, A lovely game. Isn't it?

"You might be a genius for some, and a fool for the rest. Just be thankful to your admirers, and grin for the fools!" - KHS, April'17

With two days to DIWALI, I felt a tinge of 'Delhi Winters' in the air, in the morning. Excited that it is coming...

That winter morning, I waited for it to reach my window, Every moment felt like eternity, it just reached my window pane, and my pains vanished, the birds who were waiting like me, flew together, in lovely patterns, which just happened. There was joy, as the sun reached the earth, the flowers opened up again, in those long 8.3 minutes! (- Khs, November, Delhi)

Rama returned from a war, to see light, but, he experienced, loud sounds, he was in two minds, should he come back or stay in Lanka!

I slept late at night, I woke up late in the day, But I had missed the lovely SUNRISE! I had..." -khs, 2015.

I sat down sad and dejected, at the tragic fact that the sun goes down every day. Why? But the poor, old man on the bicycle, stopped, smiled and said, "Don't be so sad, sir, It rises every day, EVERYDAY... "

"The kid always wondered, what lied beyond the horizon, he asked the mother, who had no answers too. They looked into the horizon, together, looking for answers!"

The day is hot and humid here, the day is cold and rainy there. But what's common is the beautiful sunrise. It is the same every where, every time!

The world's a lovely mirror. You smile into it, it smiles. You frown into it, it still smiles :)

BRAIN is as good or as bad as the RAIN! Never play with it. It hurts when it starts playing with you. It does!

I was finishing my education, all excited I wanted to take the toughest journey, I thought so, and thus began my big journey. From Ahmedabad, I came back home, to Delhi, and I was happy at my pace. I was faster than the others, but not content. I worked for a bit and, joined the Bombay film Industry, my speed got better, and experiences obviously bigger, I was definitely faster than the others, but not content. I finished working in 4 feature films, one ad-film, I was way faster than the others, but still not content. I could not settle in Bombay, as I had plans way bigger and much grander. I began my production house and theatre company. I battled corruption, and won. Kamaan was on, so was My-Crow Thinking and the journey with unknown pride. Again I could see, I was faster than my friends, but not content. But one fine midnight, things changed for me, I did no wake up in the morning, with multiple seizures and fits I had suffered the whole night. I s

I saw this dog, always in the lane. My friends from Hong Kong came and spoke to it in Cantonese/ Chinese, the dog wagged its tail happily. One fine day, I had a walk with my Dutch friends, who patted on the dog's head, in the same lane. They told it something in Dutch, and I didn't get a word, but the dog still wagged its tail, with happiness. One evening, I had a walk with my Kashmiri friends, and they spotted the dog too. They said something in Kashmiri, and I obviously did not get a word again. But surprisingly, the dog still wagged its tail. I kept getting friends from various backgrounds, languages and regions, the dog kept wagging tail. I kept getting my answers as the dog kept wagging its tail, and kept spreading love, irrespective of language, nationality, region or any boundary. I got all my answers. That dog silently answered...

I come back to my blog afte may be a million...or a billion years. But thanks to my health getting better, I am back on my laptop, on the stage, behind the camera and every where which was out of bound for me. That morning I was brushing my teeth (like every morning) and I realised that I get the best ideas when I am brushing (PS: Albert Einstein had once said that he gets the best ideas, when he is shaving!). So, I realized why don't I give credit to the tooth brush which deserves every word of this Hindi poem... 'Main aur mera tooth brush' मैं और मेरा टुथ ब्रश सुबह-सवेरे, जब आँख खुल ही रही होती है, जब दिमाग में विचार आ ही रहे होते हैं, इन सबसे पहले आजाता है, मेरा दोस्त, मेरा टूथ ब्रश। यह कुछ कहता नहीं है, कोई राय नहीं देता, सिर्फ सुनता है, शांति से, मेरा टूथ ब्रश। पूरे दिन के शुरुआत की योजना, सारी परेशानियों के हल की संभावनाएं, सुनता है, आराम से, मेरा टूथ ब्रश। सुबह की चाय से लेकर, रात के खाने तक, सबका स्वाद चखता है, चुप चाप, मेरा टूथ ब्रश। कपड़े धोने बाद मे

क्या फायदा... "क्या फाइदा उस महंगी छत का जब बारिश ही न गिरे, क्या फायदा दोस्तों का, जब दोस्ती ही नहीं रहे, क्या फायदा लज़ीज़ खाने का, जब खाने वाले ही न हो, क्या फ़ायदा सुन्दरता का, जब साथ कमेरा ही न हो, क्या फायदा फ़ायदों का, जब फायदा ही न समझ आए, क्या फायदा?" -क्ष.ह.स.`

That universe... In a parallel universe, far off from here, Cameroon has won the Fifa world cup and Bangladesh the cricket World cup, petrol is super cheap and onions cheaper. Where issues like Gaza and Kashmir do not exist and people are happy. There is no concept of being rich and poor. No wars, no conflicts....just peace and happiness. But my only doubt is, where does this universe exist? WHERE?

From Chittaurgarh, we travelled to Ajmer, in search of God, in the hot weather with the Rajasthani villages, we kept travelling in the big search, we reached the Dargah, with the marb;e floor and a million people, offering Sajdas, but I kept looking around for the big God, my search would have ended with a failure, But suddenly I saw an old face, who came to me and asked, "What are you searching for?" I Said, "GOD" He Smiled and said, "He is not out side, he is inside u. Look in" I smiled. We both smiled.

" वो छोटी सी गुमराह बत्ती, वो अदृश्य सी रोशनी। जलती थी ठीक सामने मेरे खिड़की के। अंजान सी, अदृश्य सी। जो थी वहीं, हर शाम, हर रात। पर दुख तो हुमे तब तक न था, जब हो गयी वो बत्ती गायब, वो रोशनी गायब, और शायद, हम भी गायब। वो छोटी सी गुमराह बत्ती, वो अदृश्य सी रोशनी।" - क्ष. ह. सि (khs)

(Based on my stay at this minute village in AP called Puttur and the explorations which surround the stay... Have been writing and it has been fun) The little boy in the village, is not that little. He is lost in issues which are not his own, gone in questions, which have answers , he does not know of, faces, he is not very proud of, legs he does not want to show the city people, or maybe the other village people, or maybe tastes he does not love, or maybe he knows, could have been better, or may be much better, The little boy in the village, is not that little.