Sabse Khatarnaak (Pash)

What makes us human?

As the year comes to an end and I’m socially pushed towards thinking of all the good things and the bad things of the year two thousand eighteen, my mind wanders off to the otherwise routine thoughts I have on any other day of the year. Such as:

“I could probably try and make my living room better because it gets such beautiful sunlight!”

“I need to get to Cal and get the gramo fixed.”

“When will I finish these books?” (eyeing my shelves)

“Tables are not meant for filling up every visible spot with stuff. You’ve got to leave space.. for future things. And then re-do this entire cycle.” (THEN WHY DO IT AT ALL, RIGHT?)

.. and then a slurry voice in my head says, “Maybe next year.. ” and I shut my brain off, well aware that adding to the things I have in life a crazy socially-committed list of things to do, I will go crazy. I shake my head, smile to myself, and think:

“Gotcha.”

To the eve of the new year, basically.

Thinking of the year ahead, and the possibility of one less a year in your entire life, I wonder about the same things I normally do.

What do we leave behind?
What is good work?
What is remembered in good heart? Even by a few?
What makes us us?
What makes love worth life?
Are we ever complete?
Can we measure how far we go? Or not at all?
I wonder what makes us cry. I wonder why we wonder about random things all the time.
All the time.

Imagine if we were all to wonder the same thing at the same time, all of us, billions of us (it’s possible today to do this, yeah?), would the Universe bend?

’cause if we think, we do.

And if all of us thought, we could do so much. Wouldn’t we?

Pash’s poem Sabse Khatarnaak brings out the feeling of a dying soul. Of what death really means, before we’re dead in flesh and bones.

Can we all fear dying a death like that?
’cause if we do, maybe we will think.

And if we think, then we will do things.

Real things. No?

PS. HAPPY NEW YEAR, FOLKS! LIVE.

Here’s Manish Gupta’s video that captures it beautifully. That’s how I found this 🙂

Sabse Khatarnaak

Mehnat ki loot sabse khatarnaak nahi hoti
Police ki maar sabse khatarnaak nahi hoti
Gaddaari aur lobh ki mutthi sabse khatarnaak nahi hoti
Baithe bithaaye pakde jaana
Bura toh hai
Sehmi si chup mein jakde jaana
Bura toh hai
Sabse khatarnaak nahi hota
Kapat ke shor mein sahi hote hue bhi
Jugnuon ki lau mein padhna
Mutthiyaan bheechkar bas waqt nikaal lena
Bura toh hai
Sabse khatarnaak nahi hota

Having to lose all your hardwork’s worth
Isn’t the worst there is
Bones being broken by the Police is dangerous
But isn’t the worst
Grappled in corruption and greed
Is bad
But it isn’t the worst

Sabse khatarnaak hota hai
Murda shaanti se bhar jaana
Tadap ka na hona
Sabkuch sehan kar jaana
Ghar se nikalna kaam par
Aur kaam se lautkar ghar aana
Sabse khatarnaak hota hai
Humaare sapno ka mar jaana

The worst is to be filled with deadly silence
To not be restless & yearning
To bear with everything
To leave home for work
And return home from work
The worst is
The death of our dreams.

 

Sabse khatarnaak wo ghadi hoti hai
Aapki kalaayi par chalti hui bhi jo
Aapki nazar mein ruki hoti hai
Sabse khatarnaak wo aankh hoti hai
Jiski nazar duniya ko mohabbat se choomna bhool jati hai
Aur jo ek ghatiya dohrav ke kram mein kho jaati hai

The worst is the watch tied around your wrist
A mirage of time being still

It continues to move without you noticing
The worst is that eye
The one that forgets to kiss the world with all the love
The one that gets stuck in a rut and then is forever lost.

 

Sabse khatarnaak wo geet hota hai
Jo marseeye ki tarah padha jaata hai
Aatankit logon ke darwaazon par
Gundon ki tareh akadta hai
Sabse khataranaak wo chaand hota hai
Jo har hatyakaand ke baad
Veeraan hue aangan mein chadhta hai
Lekin aapki aankhon mein
Mirchon ki tareh nahin padta

The worst is the song that is sung
Like a hymn at a funeral
On the doors of those who are terrorised
It acts like violent criminals
The worst is that moon
That doesn’t fail to rise
In the backyard of the homes of the murdered
But it doesn’t bother the you the way chillies would

 

Sabse khatarnaak wo disha hoti hai
Jismein aatma ka suraj doob jaye
Aur jiski murda dhoop ka koi tukda
Aapke jism ke purabh mein chubh jaaye

The worst is that direction 
In which the sun of your soul drowns
And the light from whose ashes
Hit your bones and pinch you
For you’re the West where it settles

 

Mehnat ki loot sabse khatarnaak nahi hoti
Police ki maar sabse khatarnaak nahi hoti
Gaddari aur lobh ki mutthi sabse khatarnaak nahi hoti

No, losing everything you worked hard for isn’t the worst
Getting beaten up by the Police isn’t the worst
Corruption and greed aren’t the worst either. No.

 

In Devnagri:

मेहनत की लूट सबसे ख़तरनाक नहीं होती
पुलिस की मार सबसे ख़तरनाक नहीं होती
ग़द्दारी और लोभ की मुट्ठी सबसे ख़तरनाक नहीं होती
बैठे-बिठाए पकड़े जाना
बुरा तो है
सहमी-सी चुप में जकड़े जाना
बुरा तो है
सबसे ख़तरनाक नहीं होता
कपट के शोर में सही होते हुए भी दब जाना
बुरा तो है
जुगनुओं की लौ में पढ़ना
मुट्ठियां भींचकर बस वक्‍़त निकाल लेना
बुरा तो है
सबसे ख़तरनाक नहीं होता

सबसे ख़तरनाक होता है मुर्दा शांति से भर जाना
तड़प का न होना
सब कुछ सहन कर जाना
घर से निकलना काम पर
और काम से लौटकर घर आना
सबसे ख़तरनाक होता है
हमारे सपनों का मर जाना

सबसे ख़तरनाक वो घड़ी होती है
आपकी कलाई पर चलती हुई भी जो
आपकी नज़र में रुकी होती है
सबसे ख़तरनाक वो आंख होती है
जिसकी नज़र दुनिया को मोहब्‍बत से चूमना भूल जाती है
और जो एक घटिया दोहराव के क्रम में खो जाती है

सबसे ख़तरनाक वो गीत होता है
जो मरसिए की तरह पढ़ा जाता है
आतंकित लोगों के दरवाज़ों पर
गुंडों की तरह अकड़ता है
सबसे ख़तरनाक वो चांद होता है
जो हर हत्‍याकांड के बाद
वीरान हुए आंगन में चढ़ता है
लेकिन आपकी आंखों में
मिर्चों की तरह नहीं पड़ता

सबसे ख़तरनाक वो दिशा होती है
जिसमें आत्‍मा का सूरज डूब जाए
और जिसकी मुर्दा धूप का कोई टुकड़ा
आपके जिस्‍म के पूरब में चुभ जाए

मेहनत की लूट सबसे ख़तरनाक नहीं होती
पुलिस की मार सबसे ख़तरनाक नहीं होती
ग़द्दारी और लोभ की मुट्ठी सबसे ख़तरनाक नहीं होती ।

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Website Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: