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Norrmalmstorg

Most of his life, he spent like an regular Joe. Now almost 80, Olsson has recently retired.  Back in the day, he opened an automobile repair shop which did decent business.  Before that, he also ran a supermarket for a few years in Thailand with his wife. Moderately enterprising at best. Things weren't so linear a few decades ago for him. He was a small time crook but till then quite unremarkable. This was about to change. In the early 1970s, while in prison for petty crimes, he befriended Clark Olofsson, a known bank robber. He was awestruck by Olofsson.  Olofsson was touted as a celebrity gangster. Amongst his many eccentric escapades, one was where Olofsson entered the Swedish Prime Minister's personal estate and stole grapes and tomatos from it. No wonder he found himself in prison more than your average felon. Let's get back to our protagonist, Mr Olsson. Jan Erik Olsson, who was now ready for a bank robbery, thanks to his mentor Olofsson's training. In August 1973...
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मजाल

मजाल  गर जो हो तुम्हारी रोया न करो तुम, न मचलो, रास्तों की बातों पर। रास्ते अंधे हैं, इख़लास दिखनी बंद हो चुकी है उन्हें। रोना, चिल्लाना, गालियाँ तक देना तुम उन्हें जब गर्म रहो आगोश में मेरे, जब कोई न देख रहा हो। रास्तों में तुम्हारी झुकी हुई नज़र, मुझसे देखी जो न जाएगी।

खांचे

मग़ज़ खांचों को निलाम कर दी हमने                                                           फुर्सतों में कमबख्त फिर भी सोचना पड़ता है 

श्वेताचार

श्‍वेत दम्भ, श्‍वेत विरक्ति श्‍वेत संस्कार, श्‍वेत क्रांति दादी  के नुस्के भी श्‍वेत, साहित्य के नायक भी श्‍वेत श्‍वेत अभिव्यक्ति, श्‍वेत आत्मविश्वास श्‍वेत रात्रि... श्‍वेत अब सर्वव्यापी श्याम चरया जा रा हुं श्‍वेतसागर की ओर। इक डुबकी संभवतः पूर्ण करदे मुझे भी

The futility of chivalry

On a Monday morning, early in the office premise, when I did not hold the swinging glass door of the building for the lady four steps behind me, she uttered without stopping or looking at me, "Where have all the men gone?” I instantly regretted not having held the swinging door and give it a slip exactly when she entered. I felt bad. I usually do hold the door for a lady. But it was a tense morning. I had many thoughts I was struggling to get rid of before I entered office. It just skipped me. In retrospect, I could not help but wonder though. Did she deserve it? Can she demand this from me? Would she have held the door for me? But I am an able bodied man. She looked like an abled bodied woman too. A reasonable counter argument obviously is that nobody can demand you to be ‘nice’. You just are. A seemingly harmless matter, ‘popular chivalry’ is intrinsic and deep-rooted to the inequities in our society. I think I understand how the idea of men with the righteous au...

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कहना होता है काफी कुछ तुम्हे इतना की हाँथ भी हिलाती हो और मुँह भी खरीदती तो नहीं तुम बातें? के भाड़े पे लाती हो? कभी औज़ार बना कर झगड़ती हो तो कभी इकरार ना करने के बहाने बनाती हो जब न कहती हो तो आखें तक बोलती हैं तुम्हारी जवाब खोजती हैं आखें जवाब मांगती है कभी न पूछे सवालों का छलकने का आलम हो जाता है कई दफ़ा मिलाता हूँ आँखें तो झुक जाती हैं मानो डरती हैं जवाब से हाँथ फिर चलने लगते हैं, मुह भी किराने से एक और थैली बातें खरीद लायी हो तुम 

Umeed

कश्ती कुछ इस कदर साहील को पोशीदा कर रही है, ज़मीं से इश्क़ का हमे इल्म हो गया जज़ीरे का कोई फ़रेब भी अब है मंज़ूर कोशिश-ए-मंज़िल में डूबना भी मुनासिब हो गया