This post is about drafts. The ones which I started on, but couldn't complete. At least I can give them some respect by posting them here. They have been waiting - hoping that one fine day Vivek would come and revive them. Shape them, give them a title and introduce them to more people. This post is perhaps the best I can do now for them. Disconnected they may seem to be, but they're from the same mind, same heart and the same me.
After a gap of about four months, I open Blogger and click to compose a post. I write a few lines, press backspace to clear them and then start typing again. The typing and backspacing process goes on for a while till I realize that there is no point in doing something if you want to undo it the next moment. I then discard the post (of whatever had been composed) and proceed with doing something else.
*There is no time. There is no time to think of anything that is beyond the daily work. Whatever time that is left - is spared for closing the eyes and dreaming of some good-bad stuff. There was a time when we used to think - what more can we want from this life. Now the days just pass off - in commuting to work, in meetings, preparing drafts and presentations of stuff that might not have any significance after a decade or a two. The wise people make us feel proud of what we are doing - and we feel proud. But that pride is momentary.
We continue ahead with the same pride. It pays. So we are happy. And they are happy too - perhaps.
काँच के मर्तबानों में*
यादों को बंद करके रखा था।
मर्तबान तो अब भी महफूज़ हैं
बस यादों ने साँस लेना बंद कर दिया है।