Ik hawa chali thi.. ik oas utri thi... ik nabz dabi thi... jab haan kahi thi toone.... Us hawa se aaj bhi andhi chalti hai... us oas se aaj bhi ankh geeli hai.. woh nabz aaj bhi dhadak rahi hai.. Bas tu... nahin hai...
Pathar bhi hota gar tu.... muthi mein band karke rakh lete... Par ret ko koi kya uthaye... kya sehlaaye.. kya apna banaye... Tera aane-jaane mein farq hai faqat ik saans ka... usi saans ko roke... jee rahe hain...
One writes to make a home for oneself, on paper, in time, in others' minds."
- Kazin
I really don’t know who Kazin is, but seems like he is my kind. Whatever I write, I always hope people remember not just the written but also the writer. They remember me.
I was 12 when I started writing silly poems on greeting cards. As I grew up, I pursued a diploma in journalism after doing my BA in English literature. And I jumped straight into the Internet boom. Yeah, it was a bit strange to talk about latest fashion trends when you are just recovering from an overdose of Shelley & Shakespeare.
I did content writing for 6 years till I heard my calling. I realised I had to tell stories. So I quit my ‘stable-9-to-5-job’ & got into television.
3 years down the line, I have worked on a few good shows (Remix, Kosmic Chat, India Calling etc), written 2 books, 3 short films & many poems which get me the hits on my blog. (I think they are as silly as the ones I wrote on greeting cards when I was 12. But my friends think otherwise. I’m not complaining!)
So have I made a home for myself?? Nah!! But inching closer for sure!!