Posts Tagged ‘Letters’

Kashmir.

July 9, 2016

I feel for you my friend.

I don’t know. I’ve never lived under a constant watch. I’ve lived with a habit of feeling like a free man forever.

How does it feel when you go out for something while guns pointed at you? It must not be fear I know. Fear doesn’t live forever. Defiance, is it? A helpless defiance for the most, perhaps?

Kashmir. I’ve heard it’s beautiful, looks stunning in photos. I think I’ll perhaps go there some day (and then I google for the state of insurgency in Kashmir). I feel afraid of my life; I don’t want to be among the ones at wrong place on wrong time.

But you? I fail even to imagine it. Homes, surrounded by guns. Guns watching the homes.

I know it means nothing, but I genuinely feel sorry for you. I know you don’t need my sympathies; you’ve learnt to live under the situations. But I want you to know I stand with you. I don’t stand with the State when it decides it has a right to keep you under a watch 24×7.

My dear friend, do I even have a face to tell you things? I don’t know. It’s like you get a scolding for something you never did, and I feel so bad I can do nothing for you, and worse when I think that those guns are pointed at you in MY name. This makes ME feel helpless.

Can I even expect you to understand me?

P.S. This is all while a fraction of my tax money buys bullets in the guns pointed at you.

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Have we already stopped writing emails?

July 14, 2014

It has been long since I got a mail in my inbox – a personal email. Spams, notifications, promotional emails is all what I get these days. Have people already stopped the practise of sending mails?

Letters are a thing of bygone days. There was a charm to it. I’ve written letters sometimes as long as 40 pages. Even a 4-line letter is a rarity now. I won’t complain about that. Lifestyles have changed over years.

But mails? Is it because of social media and instant messaging that we are ignoring this classy and more elaborate form of communication? Can a whatsapp message ever take place of a mail? An email is an email – a virtual letter. A Whatsapp/Facebook message is nothing.

It’s my birthday today. I’ve got a couple of phone calls. I made some mandatory phone calls. I am getting loads of birthday wishes on Facebook – a formal ritual that it is. I am missing a mail.

Short letter to X

December 17, 2013

Dear X,

One shair of Ghalib for me, rather just one line of it. “ Aashiqui sabr_talab aur tamanna betaab..” Love asks for patience, and desires are uncontrollable. What shall I do of my heart until it ends all?

thinking of you,

Ganesh

Letter to Nagpurpulse for copyright violation

August 20, 2012

Online copyright violation is quite widespread.  Some do it in ignorance of law; the others with just a callous attitude of “no one’s gonna sue you back!”  But is it fair to use someone else’s work as your own?  Wouldn’t it be more appropriate if you just attribute the work to its original creator, not because it is legally mandatory, but because it is their moral right to have an attribution?  It’s an age of Creative Commons.  People are open enough to let others use their work for free; isn’t it the responsibility of the media users to give the attribution at minimum?  It takes nothing, but people don’t even do that little thing!

Nag River reflecting urban polutionA local news site “Nagpurpulse” has used one of my Wikipedia photos on their site without any attribution.  I asked them in a comment to attribute the photo to me; they didn’t.  They didn’t even reply the comment.  I tweeted them; no reply.  Then, I wrote a mail; no reply again!  It has been 15 days now I have gotten no reply from them.  Now, I am free to work in my way.  Though I am not going to play dirty, I have no respect remained for those who “do not care!”, and now I do not need to care about their “online reputation.”

Here, I am releasing the mail to public:

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Dear Windows Live Writer

July 30, 2012

Dear Windows Live Writer,

Why are you giving me so much trouble? You were such a good friend of mine and I depended (and still depend) heavily on you for all my blogging activities.  But now when I try to publish any post, you show there is some xmlrpc error, why?  Everything is the same as it was when you were working great!

You must understand.  I love you and I cannot even think of blogging without you.  But it has been a headache over the last couple of months as I write a post with great efforts, and then you show the error uploading.

Please be sensible.  I cannot afford losing you, neither do you!

Lovingly yours (still),

Ganesh

Gone are the days when I used to…

May 31, 2012

I am not writing these days; not even little updates.  I am not feeling that urge.  Maybe, I have nothing to write, or maybe I am too busy to write, or maybe just because I am not happy with myself—I don’t know.  I am not writing these days.

Letters used to be a common means of conversation between Master and me.  I have written him letters as long as 40 pages.  About a month ago, I brought a new notebook and started writing him a 200-page letter—it is still at it’s 4th page.

I’m a very possessive nerd when it comes to writing.  I can’t write a single line if someone is around.  Maybe, I’m not left alone these days.

I’m ending this post on a very discordant note, with a couplet of Mirza Ghalib, one of the most accomplished and famous poet of the subcontinent.  It is certainly not as discordant with the post as I am with myself at this moment:

ग़ालिब वज़िफ़ाख्वार हो दो शाह को दुआ,
वो दिन गये के कहते थे नौकर नहीं हूं मैं

Ghalib, you are a pensioner now, bless the King;
Gone are the days when you used to say “I’m not your servant!”

I feel blessed to have you as my friend

January 4, 2012

Dear Master,

I am extremely and honestly sorry that I could not talk to you today. I have already given you a bunch of excuses. I know you don’t need them.

I miss you, and I miss you in everything I do. For example, I miss you while doing my work on Wikipedia and Wikisource. I missed you while I was reading Freedom at Midnight. I missed you while I was humming “O basanti pawan pagal” yesterday or “jaag dil e diwana” today. I miss you in whatever creative I do. I need to share all those things with you, for you are the one who can understand how important those things are for me. I know perhaps you know nothing of “O basanti pawan pagal” or “jaag dil e diwana”, but your appreciation for whatever I do and the understanding you have of those bizarre things is the one thing I can find nowhere else, and I miss you. (more…)

My love…

May 2, 2011

In his first letter to Victoria, Tagore writes with amazing candour, “it is difficult for you to realize what an enormous burden of loneliness I carry about me… My market value has risen high and my personal value has been obscured. This value I seek to realise with an aching desire… This can be had only from a woman’s love and I have been hoping for a long time that I deserve it.”
Tagore, November 24, 1924

Tumhari, Saffo

April 25, 2011

Following is a part of letter written by Safia Akhtar to her husband Jan Nisar Akhtar! Read it, and feel the longing…

My love, I cannot bear to be separated from you in this way and travel in foreign lands for almost two years! You are a poet. And if you can say, “I won’t love you if you don’t want me to,” then you can love in the manner of Shelley, that is, love me not in flesh and blood but only in your imagination. But I am not made this way. I am in love with you and for that reason I need you in my life. How can I put myself to such a test for my career? Akhtar, if you were to go away from me for fourteen years I would live by the strength of my faith in you, but I cannot wrench myself away from you, beloved!

My love, what is this you have asked me? For that I do not have the will to comply. Akhtar! It is enough for me to pass through this life at your feet. This means everything to me. There cannot be greatness waiting for me now without you. If I have a job it is not for the sake of honor or to add to my dignity, but rather to make our lives easier. The day your financial situation becomes stable I will leave this job and devote myself wholly to serving you. My M.Ed. degree will be of no consequence then. Think about it once again from my perspective, feeling the way I do, and if your decision is irrevocable, after that I will have no misgivings about striving for the fellowship.

Savera arrived at the college address yesterday. I will write to Taban and to Bhai Zafar too, though he must be angry with me for not going to Khairabad. The weather here has turned exquisitely sensual. Nights are crispy cold and days so pleasant! Being in Bombay you can’t imagine how it feels here. The hills are lush and green and the fields are verdant whichever way one looks. “If you were here why would the eye wander.”

Come Akhtar! Let me flow in your veins. I have prayed long and hard to make you mine. Seven years have gone by and for the most part we have been separated. My yearning grows with every passing day. I cannot live away from you much longer. Akhtar, I desire your companionship and you want to send me a million miles away! I am truly scared of your lyrical style of love. My very own Akhtar! Come, take me to you, hide me within you in such a way that I may not exist outside of you. Let there just be you and me within you.

Your Saffo,
Bhopal
21 January 1951