First, this isn't the first time I am blogging , in fact its been over 5 years that I started to use Blogspot . This is however the first time , I am abandoning "Shadow Blogging" and starting my blog in my name. I realize the risks of personal blog, people tend to blur the lines of personal and professional views , despite that risk , I am convinced , The time has come for the "With Malice from Manish" to take wings . My Blog will have my favorite format , thoughts , quotes and Ghazals . I will choose the ones which form a part of my persona and some that i write myself (yes you read it right, couplets in Hindi/Urdu) that i wrote .
Second, I don't have too much to write , I believe one should write what their convictions are , convictions are brewed thoughts, they are brewed beliefs . The thoughts and beliefs are a function of personal experiences and i don't see all writers /bloggers necessarily having too many distinctly original thoughts , some purely sweeten and beautify "thoughts in circulation" with their superior linguistic skills. Some bloggers have truely inspired me and I must mention them on this "Aaghaaz" .
Third , My writings . This morning, i got up much earlier than usual and had time to browse through some old collection . I am not sure when i wrote this , must be years and not even sure what the inspiration was , but here we are .
गुम हूँ ...
भीड़ के रिवाजों में, भीड़ के समाजों में,रिश्तों की नुमाइश में, मकानों की पैमाइश में ..
कागजों की मिलिकियत में, अहम् की तरबियत में, मुसलसल भाग रहा हूँ , सबसे बेहतर बनने की दौड़ में ....
गुम हूँ...
कीमती घड़ियों से वक़्त नहीं रुकता , बड़े मकानों से हवा क़ैद नहीं होती...
गाड़ियाँ वक़्त की रफ़्तार को हरा नहीं सकती , पैसे की महक मौत को ठहरा नहीं सकती
गुम हूँ .....
This writings are not for the purposes of getting more hits to this blog , these are just notes of my travelogue of life . I have decided to post all my gibberish now. After 44 years , 7 surgeries, 4 cities and 19 houses , I am still in love with ghazals, 100 rupee books on Urdu Poetry , Gulzar, White Kurta, Khussa, divine sounds of a tabla and Rain, Bhartha , Dal makhni , Hyms from a Gurudwara in the morning, Praveen Shakir, Nida Fazli, Ahmed Faraz, cushions on the floor , a Jhoola, Amrita pritam, Bulle Shah, Shiv Kumar Batalvi, walks in hills, Chintpurni , Amritsar and my beloved Delhi ....
मैं एक ख्वाब सही आप की अमानत हूँ, मुझे संभाल के रखियेगा ...जिस्म-ओ-जान की तरह....
कभी तो सोच के वो शख्स किस क़दर था बुलंद, जो बिछ गया तेरे क़दमों में आसमान की तरह.
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