This is an old facebook post.

I read. 

(Wait! Don’t be so eager to post that comment. Read.) 

And some of you who know this breed too well 
also know that it’s not just reading. 
A large part of it is consumed by subconscious proof checking.

It doesn't matter if it is an old paperback jewel that smells great or 
a redundant dealer panel below an annoying press ad.
A restaurant menu that screams of irregular line spacing
and features orange dal-makhani or
the soiled chana-jor-garam cone that’s loaded with spicy gossip.
It can be an interesting message on a galloping t-shirt in the gym or
some stray thoughts that keep popping-up on fb.

I agree that 90% of what I get to read on fb is junk.
(including what you are reading right now)

But I wonder if I have the right to pass that judgment?
Of course, yes.
But then do I have the right to announce it?
I think not.
Simply because 100% of this junk
is a result of the choices I have made on this platform.

So now you know
why I have not deleted my fb account.
(Read: Not yet)

Maybe what started as fun
and is being consumed like it's H2O
has a deeper meaning attached to it.
Maybe sharing and seeking information
is more important and meaningful than
voicing biased opinions, indulging in heated arguments
and exchanging respectful disagreements.
Maybe signing online petitions
is the only way left to save the planet.
Maybe humans (including Israelis) need a fresh lesson on humanity
and this is the only server which is not under a nuclear threat.
Maybe ridiculing the World while enjoying the comfort
of our Ikea couch is how one should pray for a better life.
Maybe it is not about ‘making new mistakes’ or ‘doing it yourself’ anymore.
But only about what and how you think it should have been done.
Maybe the World is becoming more and more aware and resilient
instead of being mutated as dormant on-lookers.
Maybe earning likes and comments is more important than earning smiles.
Maybe I should just stop wasting your precious time and stop writing.


चल यार मेरे....

हम तुम मुस्कुराते रहे 
पर दूर रही हमसे ख़ुशी 
ये भी क्या ख़ूब रही 
ये भी क्या ख़ूब रही 

हम एक दूसरे से मांगते हैं 
कहते हुए हिचकिचाते हैं 
बच्चे से दिल बहलाते हैं 
टीवी पे रोज़ तलाशते हैं 

हम तुम ख़ुशी 
हम तुम हंसी 

पर मांगने से कहाँ मिलती 
दिल को ख़ुशी ?
तेरी आँखों से छलकती 
वो दिलकश हंसी ?

हम खुद की उम्मीदों से 
खुद ही हार जाते हैं 
एक दूसरे से करनी थी कुछ बातें  
फिर अकेले में क्यों बतियाते हैं ?

अरसा हुआ अपने अक्स को 
मुस्कुराता नहीं देखा 
वो जो इतराता था खुद पे 
वो इंसान नहीं देखा 

नाराज़गी हमें इस ज़माने से नहीं 
किसी भूले बिसरे अफ़साने से नहीं 
खाली पडे बटुए से नहीं 
ज़बां से रिसते ज़हर से नहीं 
हम सिर्फ खुद से नाराज़ हैं 

क्या करे फिर ज़िन्दगी ?
कैसे हंसाये टेक्नोलॉजी ?

चल फिर ज़िन्दगी से 
एक सच्चा झूठ बोलते हैं 
चल किसी थिएटर में 
'एक दूजे के लिए' देखते हैं 
चल फिर से सुबह चार बजे 
सूरज को पुकारते हैं 
जो दिल पे दे दस्तक 
वो किस्सा दोहराते हैं 

के दम घुट जायेगा मेरा 
कुछ ऐसी है शर्मिंदगी 
चल यार मेरे....
चल फिर से सजाते हैं ज़िन्दगी 
चल फिर से सजाते हैं ज़िन्दगी 
चल फिर से सजाते हैं ज़िन्दगी 



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