Saturday, October 31, 2009

Child is the Father of Man !!

Ever wondered why you are the way you are? What made you into your present self? From where did these strange beliefs, notions, and attributes come from?

A new born child is like a blank slate, its a canvas for the world to paint a picture which would in coming years become an individual. Its very important to have your colors right or else it would turn out messy. That mess is what makes up the real character sketch of every human that has ever walked on the face of earth. Whatever we see & experience during our adolescence, makes a permanent impression on our character. Our childhood defines what we are today. And if unfortunately some huge mess has occurred, it is going to scar our nature forever. 

But then, how can you prevent all negativities from happening around any child? A permanent parental shield would leave that person vulnerable to harsh realities when he/she grows up into adulthood.  And then exposing them to everything might lead them into emotionless practical robots. Where can we draw a line? 

Any answers anyone?

मेरे खुदा बता करुँ मैं क्या यहाँ?

राहों में बिछी हैं आसमान की बिजलियाँ
जलते हुए पाऊँ से जाऊं मैं कितनी दूर
ढलती हुई नब्ज़ का कब तक रहे सुरूर
सियाह होती दीदों का कोई न रौशन जहाँ
मेरे खुदा बता करुँ मैं क्या यहाँ ?

जलता है हर रोज़ दिल कुछ और हद्द
चाक हुए वजूद के साए में रही
सिले हुए होटों की दबी आहें भी
सन्नाटे चीखते हैं यहाँ
मेरे खुदा बता करुँ मैं क्या यहाँ ?

संगीन सा जुर्म है ज़िन्दगी भी मेरी
साथी बन न जाये कोई सज़ा में डरते हैं
इसलिए अपनों में अजनबी से फिरते हैं
मुन्तजिर तन्हाई को आखिर ढूंढूं कहाँ
मेरे खुदा बता करुँ मैं क्या यहाँ ?