back to beckett

• its been a great evening, returning to beckett, catching up
• first time, i saw a play which i have performed
• the empty audi was disheartening. it was brilliant! but

i thi nk i'll take the "first without words" approach. always made much more sense...

making coffee with tea leaves

and then she left him.
emotions chewed away like gum.

so he is sad and all.

they alter movements,

unrehearsed, unkown conversations.

deliver stories, abort lives!

yeh dekh ke dil jhooma ...

it has been a delightful morning. curdled milk, good weather and radio! not the good old transistor, 'tis an evolved version, plays old songs through new technology. something about old songs, something about new mornings.



"... tu bata de ke tujhe pyar karun ya na karun?"
- talat mehmood ki awaaz

tumhare husn ke naam ?

dost,

salaam!

kal raat tumhare naam ki pi! purane doston ki mehfil thi. jahan, koi apni nayi mohabbat ke afsaanon mein qaid tha, aur koi mohabbat se dar-kinar, dunyawi masail mein mubtila, humne tuhare bahaney se 4.5 minute ke liye limelight cheen lin. shukriya.

woh mehfil to ab tamaam hui. na maloom kitne baras baad daubara jamey. tum shayad tab tak zinda na bacho. balki tum toh shayad, yeh khat milne tak khaq ho chukey ho. ajeeb zindagi hai tumhari, muqtasar, bematlab, dardnaak, khauf-zada. bhai yeh toh tumhari hi himmat hai, jo jiye jaatey ho.

main tumhare gham mein, na toh shamil hoon, na kabhi hoonga. insaaf ki daleel mujh jaise mazdoor ki samajh ke pare hain. tumhari yeh kismet tumhe mubarak ho bhai. meri toh bus yeh dua hai ki mere naseeb ki lakeeren, tumhari lakeeron se juda rahen.

daubara yaad aayi toh ek khat aur likh doonga. jiye jao.