CHERISH with HARISH

It had been a year since our group Kamaan had performed a 'Stage' play or a proscenium form of theatre. We had been doing a lot of street plays covering a major part of North India travelling and exploring area we would go to. As Kamaan (my theatre troupe) went on performing, I went on recovering from my long-let's-forget-it-illness. And he were all set, all fresh to begin a new play. In the time I spent, my liking for writing turned to sheer love for it or may be more. This is the time when my 15 minute play 'Dustbin' slowly and gradually turned into a one and half hour play. I was discharged from the hospital. Though I was loaded with all the terrible/terrific (!) pills, but I was extremely happy to be back on the stage I was not in touch with. I was happy to be back with Kamaan. I started doing what I love the most. I started directing the play. This is a process which gives me immense pleasure. The thrill you get when you see characters in action...Char...

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...

There are 2 options always: One is the easy way out, but a bad one and the second is the tough way out, but a good one. So, the choice is always yours. ALWAYS! :)

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)