"hay" and dots and lines

…welcome and thank you wayfarer (from ‘there!’) for reminding me (from there not there but now of here;)) of this feb 17, 2001 poem…and yes, i had to tweak and change some words…cannot help it:)

hay
taa’reef kay qaabil hay yeh hay
yeh hay bhee aur nahiN bhee hay
idhar hay aur oodhar bhee hay
gar na hota tO bhee hota
aq’l o feh’m maiN gar na hota
tou khaab o khayal maiN hota
suna hay woh Mohammed hay
kabhi Ram, kabhi Rehman hay
Krishna hay kabhi Karim hay
Guru hay kabhi Gautam hay
tujh maiN hay kabhi mujh maiN hay
ghar’z, jidhar talak pohanch hay
khayal ki parwaaz jati hay
hur taraf bus woh hee woh hay.


Minhaj wrote about drawing lines…my response there:

Good one!

Anyone recalls the line in the sand drawn by the senior Bush?

There is no rigidity in life. Or living. Only sanctimonious fools or divine holy men draw lines in the sand. Lines are meant to be crossed. Lines are meant to get fuzzy over time. So newer men can draw newer lines to be crossed by yet newer men.

I would be skeptical of goat marriages. But nothing is beyond today’s men. If however reluctantly we accept folks married to their work, career, or other vague calling or passion than what is wrong with goats? Heck, I almost got carried away by my own rhetorics.:)…Not so fast t!

For the record I am against goat marriages on grounds of irreconcilable incompatibility.

Marriages should be allowed when the partners can make love, fight, dish it out, take it, argue, bicker, romance, have candle-lit dinner or fireside chats. Please note I said allowed not legal. We already have too much state interference in our lives.

Am I talking from both sides of my mouth. No!

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(As the camera pans in outer space, Star Wars theme playing in the background, the announcer’s husky voice-over booms)

"Thousand of years ago man on earth learned to joined dots. A line was born. The line joined the other great discovery of primitive man, the circle. Man learned to live within the circle, drawing and crossing the lines. Conflict and turmoil were born.”

(The camera zooms towards earth, shows a skin clad man killing another while a skin clad female looks on aghast)

“Abel crossed a line. Both Abel and Cain paid for it. Blood was spilled.”

(camera’s galactic journey is resumed same background music and announcer’s voice-over)

“Mankind did not recover from the discovery of dots forming a line. Not even when they changed the nomenclature to Humankind or Womankind. The Wheel brought them the Gutenberg press. The joining of dot into a line brought them chaos and mayhem. Machiavelli had to write the Prince. Lines kept being crossed and crisscrossed. Mired in the imbroglio of dots and circles man gave up. The great fire of 2050 saw to it.” (end voiceover, camera floats lazily towards distant galaxies)