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क्या करोगे खुद से मिल भी गए तो,
भुला कर खुद को चलना ही दस्तूर है तो,
तो क्यों सबसे अपना नाम पूछते रहते हो दोस्त,
अगर नाम अपना कोई तुम्हें मंजूर नहीं है तो,
तो छोड़ो इन बातों को,
जो तुम्हें तुम में ही उलझा कर रखती है
छोड़ो इन रास्तों को और निकल जाओ कहीं,
दूर किसी पहाड़ो में, जंगलो में या खेतों में,
जहां नदी एक बहती है,
कहानी पहाड़ो की, जंगलों की और खेतों की कहती है,
और तुम समझो उन रातों को,
पहाड़ो, जंगलों और खेतों को छू कर निकलती उन बातों को,
जिनकी तलाश में ना जाने कितने ही मुखोटे तुम पहन चुके हो,
अब उतार फेंको उन्हें,
और आज़ाद हो जाओ,
ज़िंदगी एक मीठा जहर है,
कि क्या करोगे अगर खुद से मिल भी गए तो....!!
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Traveler With A Backpack |
Almost three years ago, I embraced a
nomadic life. This journey has taken me as far within as with my feet. During this
time I was a Solo traveler with a backpack. But before this I struggled with
disturbing visions that made my sleep a nightmare. I worked like a maniac,
almost stopped outside communication, lived like a robot and swirled deep in my
thoughts, lost and gone. I was almost alone and doing my research work all day
and at night I’m doing my work for professional blogging and in day time I was
also watching institute. All these work was going parallel. After that I did my
best to disappear into a black hole for good. Depression and anxiety don’t stem
from fixed events. Everyone has their own demons, mine hounded me for some time
but I always brushed it aside until it became bigger than life that I couldn’t
carry on anymore. I’m a living proof to tell you that not all happy pictures
that you see on social media depict the person’s life. Sometimes, maybe, you have to
crash and burn & let yourself fall into the darkest pit to find strength to
bounce back. And to realize life is beautiful.
Facebook Memories of Malwa Superfast |
Now I miss the feeling of reaching late
at night in a new city before getting a train waiting at railway station at
late night or early morning. As I roll out of the railway station, I picking up
my bags, figuring some transport, staring at the city lights and taking a deep
breath and I find the air smells different, the language sounds different, the
people look different, I feel different. I miss the feeling of waking up in a
strange bed of hotels, in a strange city. Taking that first walk in a strange
street of the city. Navigating a strange system of local buses, rickshaws or
auto. Reading strange names on the sign board and Google map. I try to ask some
local shopkeepers, then a stranger smiles at me and helps me figure out my way
and suddenly everything feels familiar. During staying to some city, to some
remote part of the mountains, to somewhere I can feel the full brunt of my
solitude. The liberation, the loneliness, the thrill, all mixed in. I’m trying
to be grateful for this time to reboot and rethink life. But I miss the feeling
of being on the road. I miss who I am on the road.
WhatsApp Moment about Train Journey |
Some friends were asking me why I’m not
sharing any photos on Facebook, Instagram or any other social media platform
but shared some on WhatsApp. It’s true I’m sharing on WhatsApp but
they are also a few photos. Those photos I’m sharing on WhatsApp are
only for story telling purpose. I never thought about taking pictures and
uploading on social media. My gallery is full of photos of travelling, visit to
fort sites and historical museums, wedding functions, institute’s parties and
functions etc.. But never come in mind to upload here. Places I've traveled
solo, you’ll not find me properly in picture frame except selfies that's why
I'm not sharing such pictures. But will take care from now on about uploading
pictures on social media platform. Now I'm thinking to buy a DSLR camera for
photography purpose. There are a lot of thing to discuss about this topic but it’s
enough now to talk about this experience.
After three years, here I am beaming at my
life, smiling contently. Just that this time, I know I don’t have to be happy all
the time. Being a sometimes happy, sometimes confused, sometimes lonely person
is perfectly okay. And after this
lockdown, I'll not only value freedom, but also the sense of just being more. I
probably wouldn't want to work in a grand bucket list of things but focus on
smaller ideas everyday. By breathing more, being mindful of my surroundings,
working on content that genuinely inspires me and not because everyone else is
doing it. Stay Home Stay Safe from COVID19.
Thanks
Parveen Kumar
Sahrawat
At Monuments of the Sayyid dynasty in 2018. |
WhatsApp Chat Screen Shot |
Moments of the Vegas, Dwarka |