Notes on the eve of my Birthday!

“हमारी ज़िंदगी पर मौत भी हैरान है ‘ग़ाएर’
न जाने किस ने ये तारीख़-ए-पैदाइश निकाली है “
—– काशिफ़ हुसैन ग़ाएर

One of my friends expressed his hope directed to me writing a good piece of work on the eve of my birthday. Reading and understanding psychoanalysis of Freud, and applying this to the language of his hope, how can I simply ignore a “genuine” request? I feel morally obliged to write a better piece with a tremendous responsibility.

From the outset, I clarify that this day, for me, is no extra-ordinary day. And those who have spent a good amount of qualitative and quantitative time, they very well know of this. On the contrary, many of us still question my position on “not celebrating birthday”. So, today, I choose to provide my reasons on my position by explicating the metaphysics of birth-day, and terming this as “notes on the eve of my birthday”.

If you accept the linear concept of time, one’s introduction into this world is nothing but an accidental appearance in bodily form. Unfortunately, you have nothing to do for your existence (thrown to the world), not only this, even for many further years, you just cannot move without help of others. If you have nothing to do with the appearance in bodily form, Would this phenomenon make it a moment of celebration? Celebrating things that you get accidentally, does not make any sense to me.

Further, if you accept phenomenological notion of time, your time is categorically dependent on your subjective experience. In that sense, understanding your situated-ness, your authenticity lies in changing your situated-ness, and this is the task of your life that is developed through each day of your work. Hence, each day is a potential opportunity of creation. Therefore, your birthday itself cannot be a “special” day of celebration. Even in their concept, the day you are thrown to the world is nothing but your facticity that you can’t change, and, thus, celebrating your un-freedom would not make any sense to me.

Furthermore, even I have serious problem of celebrating anything that we believe WE have achieved it. Can you deny the simple fact that many external as well as internal factors were involved in your achievement? Even the basis on which you have achieved something valuable in the society itself is an external violent yardstick that you have no control over it. So, you haven’t achieved anything, but you simply complied with the measures of the society. Do you think that simply acting like robots and fulfilling the desires of others provide you a moment for celebration? I answer it negatively. However, there will be someone who choose not to confirm the norms of society, but must be choosing something, say, their own norms. They are, no doubt, not normal person. But, can they universally justify their norms of judging their actions of life? Even if they can on the basis of their own logic, Can’t their own logic be refuted by some other forms of logic, as Aristotalian logic was refuted? If yes, again we have fallen into the yardstick of external beings. But can your partial knowledge about something provide you the condition for celebration? I think, “NO”.

Celebration is indispensably contiguous to happiness. But thinkers like Buddha and others who thought that life starts with suffering, and Nirvana is the position where you get rid of suffering, is the moment of celebration, Can we unwaveringly establish that we have attain nirvana? Our lives start in the night, start living in artificial day light does not deny this fact. I anticipate many counter-arguments and counter-examples, but your point of views are most welcome.

At the end of this note, I really feel thankful to receive your best wishes!

“फ़क़त इक मैं नहीं सारी गली बे-ज़ार है उस से
जिसे देखो शिकार-ए-रंजिश-ए-आज़ार है उस से “

असद जाफ़री

Thanks!
– Prashant

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चप्पू

धुत्त घना अँधेरा देख,

चाँद भी भाग गया,

रह गयी तो,

समंदर में पड़ी एक कश्ती।

और, नितांत शांति में बैठा,

वो अकेला चप्पू।

समंदर की ऊँची लहरों में,

बहा जा रहा था, कहीं

छोड़ के

सपना, पूरा समंदर पार करने का

उस भागे हुए चाँद पर।

©Prashant

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नंगा सच

हर इंसान नंगा है

लेकिन

लिबास भी हिसाब से पहनाए जाते हैं,

ताकि, तुम छुपी हुई नफ़स ना देख लो।

सारी सारी किताबों में शब्द चुनवाए जाते हैं,

हर्फ़ भी रेख़्ता में सुंदर ही बुने जाते हैं,

लफ़्ज़ भी जज़्बातों के लिए ढूँढ कर पिरोए जाते हैं,

ताकि, तुम हर नंगी चीज़ पर कपड़ा रख सको।

ऐसा नहीं हैं कि,

तुम्हें नंगापन पसंद नहीं।

वरन, तुम्हें मजबूर किया गया हैं चीज़ों को घिरा हुआ देखना का

जैसे तुम घिरे हुए हो इंसानी लिबास में जानवरों से।

सच नंगा ही होता हैं,

लेकिन तुम उसे पसंद नहीं कर सकते,

आदत का चश्मा तुम्हारे दिमाग़ की आँखों ने पहन रखा हैं।

लेकिन, एक नंगे कोमल से बदन को?

हाँ, तुम्हारी ललचाई आँखें ज़रूर पसंद करती हैं,

क्योंकि, तुम्हारा इंसानी लिबास तब उतर जाता हैं।

 

 

 

 

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शब्द,

और उनके अर्थ,

बहुर्मुखी, असाधारण, और सर्व्यव्याप्य हैं।

उसके किसी एक मुख की सुंदरता को,

मैं और नहीं तराश सकता।

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