Word

Sharing some beautiful poetry put to music i heard recently. Stuck again. Enjoy

Did you mean what you said,
Did you say what you meant.
Did the words that you meant,
Were the words that you said.
What you meant was it less,
Was it true what you said.

Did the words that he said,
Flip the words that you said.
And when he change what he said,
Did that change what you meant.
And did it hurt when he heard,
By the words that you said.
- Sudhir Mishra

Lafz

​Khamoshiyaan awaaz hai, lafzon mein bas inkaar hai

Lafzon ne chuna, lafzon ne buna, jo bhi humne kaha, jo bhi humne suna

na humein ilm hai, na tumhe hai pata, jaane ho kab kahan, lafzon se khata

lafzon mein rawaan kuch kahi ansuna, lafzon mein bayaan kuch kahi ankaha

dil pe jaane kahan ghaav koi laga, lafz hi de gaye lafzon ko daga

khamoshiyaan awaaz hai, lafzon mein bas inkaar hai


Raaz hai sainkadon, lafson ke dher mein, maaene ho judaa lafzon ke pher mein

Lafz laate kabhi aise bhi mod pe, sab chale jaate hai jab humein chodke

Lafz hi lafz mein baat ban jaati hai, Lafz hi lafz mein baat tha​m​ jaati hai

Kuch bhi socha nahi lafzon mein beh gaye, kehna tha kuch humein aur kuch keh gaye

Khamoshiyaan awaaz hai, lafzon mein bas inkaar hai
- Sameer Anjaan

Power of Swar

I have always felt this strong connection with sounds/words/speech, also as previously mentioned in a post, connects me to my name and has taken me to to spaces unknown and undiscovered by my Self. The power of 'swar'/note can be reverberating... seeping into your soul never really making you forget the Feeling itself. there is a strong connection with words and sounds that can almost tie you up to people and ideas. I might have left my training in hindustani classical music, but I live in music and sounds. The communication it holds is beyond imagination...

No wonder classical Sanskrit language, the language of the sages and mantras emphasizes on swar and it's accurate pronunciation to create a vibration in the Universe.

My quest for Self and swar/words/sounds brought me to experience a beautiful rendition of Katha Upanishad and Dhrupad music (which stresses more on sounds than words). I got goose-pimples when i experienced it live and recently again while viewing the webcast.
These moments of 'anand' is all that we live for?

'Seek and ye shall find...'

Sharing Swar Katha Upanishad by Sunaad, tale of the Kathopanishad, a dialogue between Nachiketa and Yama (the God of Death).

Pls do follow the link and watch the beautiful rendition. =)

swar-katha-upanishad

Love and Light

Catching Dust!

Something about the way you Smile, i may never know the Reason why... 

I am in the process of doing my undergraduate research project with autistic children.  Being an expressive person myself , i’m quite intrigued by the interplay of emotions. So when i was reading about autism and their ‘deficit’ of emotional understanding and attachment, it was hard to digest which is why i began my journey to explore and experiment...

Nevertheless, i shall rant less about my research and more about my new found love. Yes, I have been swept off my feet by one of such priceless ‘gem’ that I discovered during my exploration.  Her name is Muskaan which literally translates to a smile.

Muskaan is a 13 year old (extremely pretty) autistic and non verbal child. This means that apart from autistic symptoms, she has not spoken a word or a syllable or a sound since her birth. Quite evidently, being a non verbal child, I could not proceed with my ‘research design’ with her, since my activity involved at least basic communication verbal with the child. Moreover, Muskaan has also had frequent epileptic fits since the age of 2 years. She is EXTREMELY thin, with no basic human instinct to eat and drink (so practically food has to be forced into her). She also suffers from gravitational insecurity (especially an avoidance towards stairs, though she is comfortable in an elevator.)

The only time that I spent with her was 2 hours (1 hour on each day) during her session of Auditory Integration Therapy. I am told that she has made marked improvements. There was a time when Muskaan would just refuse to hear any sound or music and immediately locate it’s source to unplug it. She also has this obsession of holding pins (board pins or staple pins) in her hand, but she is not at all self injurious. She also has this constant habit of peeling... (wood paint or scratching anything that is scratch-able).

Even though I spent only 2 hours with her, her presence in my life has been bliss. That one hour with her seemed like ages of communication making time- elastic and filtering moments. The first time I met her, she did not seem scared of me at all (otherwise very atypical of her behaviour).  The second time I met her, was after a gap of 20 days. She entered the room, came towards me and held my sweater from the waist. Was she hugging me? :O *dazed* I would definitely like to assume YES! And this was one of those moments i felt i was in a trance and unable to react. She spent some time looking around in the room, locating the pin and holding it in her hand. The speech therapist and i had to forcefully make her sit down to make her listen to musical rhymes on the computer as part of her routine.

Muskaan generally has an expressionless face, with only occasional slight smiles. Her smiles are to die for... i used to literally dance whenever i would see her smile or meet her eye (as she rarely makes an eye contact). The moment of absolute bliss was when she would turn towards me, in hope that i would help her ‘escape’, by holding my hand on the last day. She held my hand soo tightly that she just wouldn’t leave me even after her session was over and she was supposed to go to the first floor in the elevator.! :O What is all this if this is not COMMUNICATION of emotions?

I am told that Muskaan is only close to her mother. She has an elder sister and father with whom there is not much of interaction. Sad...aint’t it? If Muskaan was my biological sister , i would dedicate my life to her, pamper her, LOVE her! =( [ i still would though... i’m never ever going to forget her!] she has taught me the meaning of ‘relationship’.  Muskaan loves to wander when left to herself... imagine.. she is so FREE! Can normal humans ever match this level of detachment and yet unconditional love? Can you imagine undergoing intense physical or emotional pain and not complaining about it? us, so called normal human beings just know how to crib and whine about little worries. Can you imagine talking incessantly to a person, without ever being conscious of being JUDGED in return? I spent some beautiful moments talking with Muskaan that i’ve never felt soo comfortable talking to anyone else! Muskaan teaches us the power of non verbal communication. She is not Abnormal.. she is Above-normal! =) We have so much to learn from these autistic children...that i'm overwhelmed with my every encounter with each one of them. they're far more interesting than us! =)

And all that I'm left with my encounter with Muskaan in the beginning of this journey of the ‘kind’of people i would like to interact and share my life with, are the words of wisdom by my Sir, that it doesn’t matter what kind of therapy you are practicing... because “EVERYBODY RESPONDS TO LOVE”...

I love Muskaan...

वो मासूम सी आँखें 

वो धीमी सी मुस्कान ,

वो प्यारा सा चेहरा 

भर के आकांक्षाएं हज़ार ...

वो छोटी सी पल्कें 

वो होटों की सरसराहट ,

वो मोती आसूं का 

रह गया मेरे पास ...

वो  गुनगुनाती ख़ामोशी 

वो सपने देखने की चाह 

वो मद्धम हो रही ज़िन्दगी की आहट 

 क्यों नहीं सुन पाया मैं आवाज़ ?!

वो मासूम सी आँखें 

वो धीमी सी मुस्कान ...

 

Don’t be so caught up in words... you’re lucky to be able to speak... so keep EXPRESSING... in any medium that you’re comfortable in! =)

Blessed be

The stone from your heart



Persona Visual/ Words

Listen to the song :

DARK GLOBE by Syd Barrett

Oh where are you now
pussy willow that smiled on this leaf?
When I was alone you promised the stone from your heart
my head kissed the ground
I was half the way down, treading the sand
please, please, lift a hand
I'm only a person whose arm bands beats
on his hands, hang tall
won't you miss me?
Wouldn't you miss me at all?
The poppy birds way
swing twigs coffee brands around,
brandish her wand with a feathery tongue
my head kissed the ground
I was half the way down, treading the sand
please, please, please lift the hand
I'm only a person with Eskimo chain
I tattooed my brain all the way...
Won't you miss me?
Wouldn't you miss me at all?



Watch Out!

Language! sigh. every time i think about language, the thought of 'use' of language saddens me and often arouses in me a feeling of disgust! Why is it that the language of the present day so called modern society so rough and i shall take the liberty of saying 'informal'?! why has language and words as a way of communication become so loose and lost it's style? words oh words!

Well, if you genuinely care about WORDS, check out this video and definitely do Think about it!
P.S.: AND watch out for 'apostrophe' ! ;) xD

'Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole.'

  -Derek Walcott

Also having keen interest in symmetry, asymmetry, asymmetrical symmetry,etc... i bumped upon this video!
enjoy! =)