Sunday, February 28
Scion of Ikshvaku
While traversing through the corridors of mythology, one gets a feeling that this journey cannot be described as only about the ideal that millions revere; rather it is a deliberate assortment of the crux of different cultures and generations. The whole content is laced with contemporary socio-political issues. The milieu is not different from that being witnessed in this era: social prejudices, falling status of women, misogyny, nonchalant attitude of common folks, law and order situation, rape. It appears as if by some machinations, the great lord has been made to time travel and given the charge of initiating change in the 21st century.
In trying to sound not too preachy while staying relevant to the aspirations of current generation, some clichés do come up in the writing which could have been avoided. It’s not the best work of the writer, but this notion may simply be because the protagonist is entrenched so deep into the common psyche that any variation may attract considerable criticism. It’s really difficult to dislodge the long held beliefs about who he was and what he did; but an alternative view must always be considered and appreciated. Overall one can read it if one wishes but it never falls into that ‘must-read’ category every bibliophile so jealously ponders over for himself.
Post Script: The intimate moments are quite circumspect; one does not get to read beyond the usual flirtations of playing with fingers or hair. May be that’s how it was in those days or the writer simply did not want to offend that prude living deep down in our hearts.
कभी सोचता हूँ समेट दूँ तुम्हारी दास्ताँ कागचों पे अपने शब्दों के सहारे पर बैठता हूँ जब लिखने तुम्हें तो रुक जाता हूँ अब तुम ही बताओ ...
अगर कभी अँधेरी रातों के सैलाब, सब्र के बांध परखने आ जायें ठहर जाना कुछ देर उनके भी साथ क्यूंकि हैं नावाकिफ वो इस बात से कि हर रोज ...
अजीब सी लगती है अजीब सी लगती है सूरज की पहली लाली जैसे करती हो इंतज़ार मेरे आँखों के खुलने का और फिर बड़ी बेदर्दी से चौंधिया देने ...
रात को अकेले होते थे कभी पल दो पल उसे सोच लेते थे। पर यारों अब क्या करें, अब तो हालत है ऐसी, रात - दिन उसी के सपने दिखते हैं॥