Urdu

I love Urdu from the deepest of my heart. It's not language, it's music weaved in words that touches one's soul. It carries with it the power to touch you even though you do not understand some words. Sometimes listening to something or feeling touches you so much that not knowing the meaning of a word makes no difference. I'll share something I wrote, which perhaps is not at all close to Urdu, but knowing that it comes from the heart, it feels good:) Following my words is a poem I share by Ghalib:) Those of you who cannot understand Urdu, apologies for not being able to translate it! I myself am a novice. :)

Hum jeeye hain sada apke ke liye,

Par shayad fursat nahi kabhi mili,

Apko ae dil-ae- bahar…..

Yeh thandi pawan mehsoos kari,

Badalon ko dekha, khushi jhalki,

Apko Socha, par na jana kabhi…….

Yeh zindagi ki haseen si gali,

Ek gali mein galiyan kahin,

Kaeenn dekhi, Kaeen suni,

Yeh daud mein khushi thami,

Na mile tum humein kahin…….

Ik din baarish ki boonde padi,

Meethi si ek muskaan jhalki,

Kaha humnein bhi badalon se yahi,

Jayein barsaayein aap par kuch hasi…..

©©Aakriti

this is the one by Ghalib :

Har khushi Hai Logon Ke Daman Mein...

Har khushi Hai Logon Ke Daman Mein,
Par Ek Hansi Ke Liye Waqt Nahi.

Din Raat Daudti Duniya Mein,
Zindagi Ke Liye Hi Waqt Nahi.

Maa Ki Loree Ka Ehsaas To Hai,
Par Maa Ko Maa Kehne Ka Waqt Nahi.

Saare Rishton Ko To Hum Maar Chuke,
Ab Unhe Dafnane Ka Bhi Waqt Nahi.

Saare Naam Mobile Mein Hain,
Par Dosti Ke Lye Waqt Nahi.

Gairon Ki Kya Baat Karen,
Jab Apno Ke Liye Hi Waqt Nahi.

Aankhon Me Hai Neend Badee,
Par Sone Ka Waqt Nahi.

Dil Hai Ghamon Se Bhara Hua,
Par Rone Ka Bhi Waqt Nahi.

Paison ki Daud Me Aise Daude,
Ki Thakne ka Bhi Waqt Nahi.

Paraye Ehsason Ki Kya Kadr Karein,
Jab Apane Sapno Ke Liye Hi Waqt Nahi.

Tu Hi Bata E Zindagi,Iss Zindagi Ka Kya Hoga,
Ki Har Pal Marne Walon Ko,Jeene Ke Liye Bhi Waqt Nahi.

Wishing you a lovely Happy February!:)

Splendid Saturday: I desire..

Another Haiku up at Haiku Heights....prompt "desire";)

I desire…..

Will you believe if

I say I had you in mind

Since I know not when

A subtle sweet thought

Which at times brought tears

Eyes still long for you

Melodies

Yellows......This week's prompt at HaikuHeights   was given none other than me!!!:):) It's

Music

Sans words sans voice, you

Pump this heart of mine; how do you

Flow this way my dear

Happy February!!

Hola!!!

Yeah...it always happens with me. Just when I say no, I make a comeback:P 

Alright….there is something February does to you. Here’s my list:

·       No matter how much couchi coo is happening around, the romantic movies make you melt like a dripping chocolate on that brownie.

·       No matter how much you hate these very movies for being so perfect, you still say “aww”, still cry on sweet gestures, still dream of that adorable, to fall for guy, one who is  somewhere as you watch that lovely movie.

·       Yes it’s the season of the pinks, the reds, and the hearts, and the wannabes that come along too, but there is no denying that this season brings hope as much as it brings a lil sadness too ( for those who don’t still have that one):P

·       The piano, the violin, the symphony somehow sounds more musical. More than ever.

·       At times you just wish that your life could turn into that of the dazzling protagonist in the arms of that guy. Just for once?? No harm right??;)

·       The cheesiness gets too much, and I’ m well aware of the fact that its getting dollops of cheesy here too, but I don’t care. This life is to live and to love, and yeah love love love….

I won’t touch the but just yet…..coz at times it’s good to be merry and not bring the butts of buts;)!!

And before you end...I have a lovely piece to share. Listen to this:) Tell me if it makes you fall in love;)??

Happy February!!~ As the newspaper says : The month of love:P

Psychoanalysis and Sexuality

Psychoanalysis and Sexuality

We all grow up chronologically, and then we have spiritual growth too, but here I wish to talk about Sexual growth.

It’s been a while since I began my affair with Psychoanalysis. And hell, it’s been a tumultuous ride; one with its own highs and with its troubling and anxious lows.

Lay people often understand Freud’s theory as pervert or psychoanalytical therapy as being all that about the couch, and the therapist merrily sleeping at the back of the therapist. Yeah. There are plenty of jokes everywhere.

I’m not too far in my psychic sexual growth. But yes, I’ve reached a step ahead where I can say that Freud, being a genius he was, had his strong reasons to investigate, ponder, investigate again and then write his findings which formulated into a number of his theories.

I mock at people in my heart when I see them making jokes on Freud by calling him a ‘Fraud’. Oh! No I’m not defending him, for I need to know him well to do that, and not that he is a personal favourite. But one thing I cannot negate is his courage and confidence in putting forth his views. Freud’s theories have been boldly been critiqued by many feminists writers as they found him to be too sexist in his approach.

One of the instances I would like to share is Freud giving the concept of women undergoing ‘Penis Envy’ in their early stages of childhood, especially in the Phallic Stage of Development. So while he gave Oedipus Complex for boys, he termed it as Electra complex for girls. So for girls he said, that they get attracted to their fathers ( between the age of 3- 6 years) because they hate their mothers for having taken an ‘imaginary’ sexual organ ( that which is males’) from them. According to Freud, little girls would hold their mother responsible for castrating their sexual organ as she herself didn’t possess it. This would make the girl child get attracted to her father as he possessed the sexual organ, hence the girl would be said to be undergoing Penis Envy. In this process he said, the girl would begin to emulate her mother so as to get closer to her father.

I can go on and on, but I wish to stop. I wonder how many of you find this all absurd, weird, crap, shitty? I felt something like this too. But over a period of 4 years, I’ve at least grown to understand that it’s a lot more than just this surface understanding. Many have spent years understanding Freud’s theories and have written n number of books. My idea, is to find something for myself, that which I can relate to.

In fact, it’s quite interesting, and even joked around among psychoanalysts and those studying psychoanalysis, that this field offers open intellectual conversations from everything you have on earth about sexuality; from clitoris, to vagina to semen to the fusion of two individuals. And the beauty of psychoanalysis is that it comes very close to literature.

As much as Freud was known for his psychoanalytic therapy he was and is still appreciated for his work having a literary excellence. Literature students do read at least some work of his in their courses.

My personal favourite is Adam Philips, who combines poetry beautifully with psychoanalysis.

It’s not that we are perverts; we all have that innate curiosity to know about human sexuality. Don’t we very nicely say “explore yourself”? Then how can one possibly forget that one’s body too is one’s own to explore?

We who study psychoanalysis have a knack to beautify sexuality: something I have to come to grasp and internalize. Call it Freud’s projection that he ended up putting his own wishes/ fantasies and desires into his theory or what, but this is one field where we do not laugh, giggle, chuckle or make embarrassing faces like teens do. We understand sexuality coz it needs to be understood. Yes, at times it gets pretty much annoying, but never too vulgar not to talk about!

At the same time, my tryst with this discipline perhaps goes a long way, for I intend to understand if at all sexuality is the crux of many matters?

My teacher recently told me that when Freud wrote Psychoanalysis in German he meant Psychoanalysis to be: study of the soul. But, as meanings often get lost in translation, in American English it became a primary emphasis to nothing but analysing the mind.

It’s a long way to go……..