Khoya Khoya Chand

‘Kyun khoye khoye chaand ki firaaq mein talaash mein udaas hai dil’
Why do I keep pursuing the love which is not in sight?

‘Kyun apane aap se khafa khafa jara jaraasa naaraaj hai dil’
Why am I upset with myself?

‘Yeh manjilein bhi khudhi tay kare, yeh faasalein bhi khudhi tay kare’
Why do I first pursue somebody, then I withdraw myself?

‘Kyu toh rasto pe phir seham seham sanbhal sanbhal ke chalta hai ye dil’
Why do I remain wary of my pursuits?

‘Jindagi sawaalon ke jawaab dhudnein chali
Jawaab mein sawaalon ki ik lambi si ladi mili’
I wanted to unravel the mystery of questions
Instead I got entangled in the web of questions.

‘Sawaal hi sawaal hain sujhti nahi gali
Ke aaj haath thaamlo ik haath ki kami kali’
In my pursuits, these questions offer resistance
I wonder if a companion would make a difference

‘Dil ko samajhaana keh do kya aasaan hai’
But is it easy to make peace with the dreams?

‘Yeh khush nahi jo mila, bas maangata hi hai chala’
Why am I not satisfied with I have got?
Don’t I know-
The more we have, the less we have.

‘Jaanata hai har lagi ka dard hi hai bas ik sila
Jab kabhi yeh dil laga dard hi hamein mila’
I realise that passion and pain are the two sides of the same coin.

‘Kyun naye naye se dard ki firaaq mein talaash mein udaas hai dil’
Then why do I keep pursuing passions?

‘Kyun khoye khoye chaand ki firaaq mein talaash mein udaas hai dil’
Why do I keep pursuing the love which is not in sight?


Dr. Death

If people are suffering, they should have the right to decide if they want to die. By forcing them to continue, we are only torturing them. In this regard, Being Mortal by Atul Gawande is a very insightful book. He advocates not putting people on ventilator, rather on pain reducing drugs, and just letting them die peacefully, and not prolonging their lives artificially. Atul Gawande is a doctor and a prize-winning author. A reviewer wrote that Mr. Gwande writes with a scalpel. Mr. Gawnade advocates palliative care and asks more people to become geriatricians.

Many people love their professions. Some are highly committed to what they do. But there are only a few people who can stand for what they believe in, who have the courage the fight the system, not for a day or a week, but for so many years. And Mr. Jack was indeed one of those. Hats off to him for his unflinching convictions, and his courage to take on everybody to defend those convictions!

What differentiates such people from other? What do they do extra? What are the reasons that make them what they are? Perhaps, one thing is their self-confidence in their ways, their defiance in the ways of others, their uniqueness, their unconventional take on life. For one, Mr. Jack didn’t marry. Perhaps, it explains his undiluted devotion and love for his profession.

Another, he hadn’t watched the most talked about film of the times- The Shawshank Redemption. Does that explain his singular focus on his profession, and not worrying about the general trends? Perhaps, it does.

Since he was so cut off from the ways of general people, does that explain his naivety in challenging even the law? The last verdict by the judge was really apt- that, one can debate the law, but one can’t take it in one’s hand. And it is surprising that Mr.Jack didn’t think of that. Perhaps, if he had, he won’t have been one of the most revered people of America. All great people have defied law and changed the course of history.

I just hope Mr. Jack didn’t repent his terms in jail, and that he felt proud in whatever he did, and whatever its consequences were. I hope his actions continue serving as a reminder for all of us in our future endeavours. And I hope euthanasia (active/passive) be soon termed as legal in all the countries of the world.

Miles to go before I sleep?

Right from the childhood, we have been hearing about Jawaharlal Nehru’s fascination with Robert Frost’s poem ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’, especially the last four lines:

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

And we have been tricked into believing that we need to keep our eyes focused on the target and not be disillusioned by the distracting beauty in our path. Does it really hold?

Those with  some experience would realize that most of the times it’s not the destination that matters but the journey. And that we need to really live each moment and not be bogged down too much by whether a target is achieved or not.

But can we be preposterous enough to dismiss the great poem by Mr.Frost? Perhaps, we need not be. After all,  we can’t always be flowing like water and let the soothing breeze direct our path. We need to have some goals and be focused to achieve those in time-bound manner. And all the while, we only need to remember to keep making some time for appreciation and enjoyment of the path as well.