एक वक्त था, खेला करते थे शब्दों से हम कभी... अच्छा बुरा जो भी सही, पीरों दिया करते थे हम यूँही। एक मुद्दत हूयी महसूस किए उन छुपे जज़्बातों को.. यूँही उड़ते किसी पन्ने ने मानो खोल दिया हो यादों को। वक्त ने कुछ ऐसा घुमाया है , दिल ने भी खुद्को कहीं छुपाया है.. शब्दों से वो जो रिश्ता है , खोए हुए महबूब जैसा है। ज़िंदगी अब एक चक्कर है , बाक़ी सब पीछे छूटा एक मंजर है.. एक याद से शुरू हुआ ये एक ख़याल है, शब्दों से पिरोया एक मायाजाल है। (Ek waqt tha, khela karte the shabdon se hum kabhi.. Acha bura jo bhi sahi, piroh diya karte the hum yunhi... Ek muddat huyi mehsoos kiye un chupe jazbaaton ko.. Yunhi udte kisi panne ne maano khol diya ho yaadon ko.. Waqt ne kuch aisa ghumaya hai, dil ne bhi khudko kahin chupaya hai... Shabdon se wo jo rishta hai, khoye huye Mehboob jaisa hai... Zindagi ab ek chakkar hai, baki sab piche chutha ek manzar hai.. Ek yaad se shuru hua yeh ek khayal hai, Shabdon se piroya ek mayajaal hai... )
Weird title, right? How can Happiness be a pain… I am writing something after a long long time, there was a time back in college days to years immediately after that when there was so much to write, there was so much to talk, there was so much to feel. Then we got busy with our jobs and then marriage and a Settled life… Marrying your best friend and your life has its perk that somehow you attain Nirvana – A different sort of Nirvana perhaps. One where life is too comfortable, you are never alone, and you have a basic lack of any pain in your life… Now even Nirvana has a problem, the lack of pain gives you a writer’s block… Not just that. When collectively everyone around you and all your close friends attain this stage, you reach a point when you start missing your friends. Not that they have gone anywhere but the things you used to talk changes, the emotions and feelings you used to share changes and things like jobs, etc. take center stage.