These Times!

From the face-book wall of a friend :
“Hey there,
Since life is not only made of photos, let's play a game called 'reunion'. The idea is to see who reads the post without a picture. If no one reads my wall, this should be a short experiment. But if you are reading this, make a comment about how we got to know each other. Just a word. For example, the place, the person who introduced us, relation etc. After that, copy this message on your wall and I will also leave you a word.
Please, don't leave a word and then not bother to copy the text. You'll ruin the fun.
Lets reconnect …”
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And in response to this I commented thus :

I have read this on the walls of different friends repeatedly, and this one is the first where I'm leaving a comment. Last was on Rupa, - a friend. Though I remembered well, how we met on face book. I also remember one Anupam Dhyani, I didn't respond to her post. If you have really nothing much to share writing a post or posting a picture or video is same. In these times of face-book and net, and Whats-app, we have really lost deeper connectivity. And we are connected with the sensational only. What keeps the sensation aroused touches us. In other words, we are just interested and take note of what draws our attention and brings us sensitive for a moment and for that thing only. We have no common deeper concerns. If there is some we get at once connected and the conversation and the response comes forth.

Do you remember --
हर शख़्स एक चेहरा है,
हर चेहरा एक शख्स है,
एक मुकम्मल पहचान है,
कितने चेहरे हैं एक चेहरे में । ?
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English near-about translation :
Every person is a face,
Every face is a person,
Though is cognizant,
How many faces in one?
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This was my comment on one of the picture you had posted here. We are like that. We are an individual, we are the person, we are the collective, but we are not connected. That is the tragedy of our times. In other words, though as a person we are an individual and have a face, as an individual, we are not 'whole'. We are deeply fragmented within ours-self. Every-one. Remember --
तथ्य : एक यथार्थ
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कोई खुद से बातें कैसे कर सकता है!
बातें तो दो के बीच हुआ करती हैं ।
लेकिन अकसर ही मैंने ये भी देखा है,
किसी-किसी को बातें करते खुद से ।
फिर जब मैं उससे बातें करने लगा,
मुझे नहीं मालूम कि किससे बातें कीं!
दो जो पहले आपस में बातें करते थे,
उनमें से कौन है जिससे मैंने बातें कीं?
और बाद में जब उससे मिलकर मैं लौटा,
चलते-चलते ही मेरे मन ने जब सोचा ।
तो सवाल यह मेरे ही तो मन आया,
क्या मैं भी खुद से ही बातें करता हूँ?
बातें तो दो के बीच हुआ करती हैं,
क्या सचमुच मैं बँटा हुआ हूँ दो में ?
क्या यह बस एक ख़याल ही नहीं मेरा?
ख़याल ही तो बातें करता है ख़याल से!
वह दो होकर बातें करता था जैसे खुद से,
जिसको देखा था मैंने बातें करते खुद से ।
जब देखा था तब उसको ही बस देखा था,
और तभी तो यह ख़याल मेरे मन आया,
उसके पहले कहाँ कौन सा था ख़याल?
जब देखा था तब क्या था मैं बेख़याल?
शायद ही कोई यक़ीं करेगा इस पर,
सिर्फ़ वही जिस पर गुज़रा हो ऐसा कुछ! ... ?
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English near-about translation :
How one could ever talk to one-self?
A talk happens between the two.
But I have seen often,
Some-one talking to one-self.
And when I started talking to him,
I was not sure who (of the two),
Really I talked to!
Who one of those two,
Really I talked to!
And while returning,
After having met him,
A question was there in mind;
Do I too talk to myself?
A talk happens between the two.
So, am I fragmented, divided into two?
Is not it really but a thought only,
That talks with yet another thought?
Like the two (appearing though one),
That I just now met and talked to?
And wasn't at that precise moment,
This thought raised its head?
Before arising of this one,
Was there any there in mind?
Though there was no thought,
Was I then really mindless too?
No one would really trust this,
Unless this has happened with him.
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But who has time, patience, interest and who is going to go through all these things when there are a more fantastic, catchy ideas and posts strewn across the myriad face-book pages?
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