Midnight Ramblings

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What do you say?
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I spent almost more than an hour on deciding what to write... several things came in my mind ... my childhood,college,17-Sunrise Appt. ... My friends goyal,uddy,bebo....

Then I came across this poem from DALJIT NAGRA. I read it and liked it...But it was after an hour or so .. I tried to think about the meaning...I got my own meaning.
Suddenly I became curious about what other people may interpret .. What can be be their story attached to it.....
You all people read it... very few people comment ;) ... what about contributing this time....??? :)


The tree my father grew
from his garden I take an axe

and branch by branch
I break the tree

and set to work
the million maddened bits,

the fire of night.
Only ash I keep.



Comments

Shailesh J. Divey said…
You seriously work very hard at ur blog....its impressive. i wonder hw you manage to keep on updating it ? cool tho yea !!
October 29, 2009 at 2:33 AM
Dilip Sanchora said…
Are sahi!!!...nice to see a new face here.... thanks for your comment :)
October 29, 2009 at 3:03 AM
vaishali said…
yeh poem meine kahin padhi thi..waise i m more intrested to hindi sahitya..but overall like artistic work..u r very creative n write very well..do u wanna evry 1 who read this give his/her point of view what its mean for them..??
October 29, 2009 at 3:32 AM
Dilip Sanchora said…
at first .. thanx for your comment... hmm haan .. i'll like everyone to share what they interpreted... it may turn out interesting.. coz.. everyone .. can take out the meaning .. in their own way ...
October 29, 2009 at 4:53 AM
vaishali said…
mei yeh sochti hoon ki..

ek beta yaad kar raha hai ki kis tarah usne apne pita ke sapno ko toda aur jab samajh aayi to hath mei kuch nahi sirf un sapno ki khaak reh gayi...."abb pachtaye hoat kya jab chidiya chug gayi khet"
October 29, 2009 at 5:50 AM
Unknown said…
@ dilip....

tere type ki hai.....hindi sahitya...cummun we want the old dilip back !!!!
October 29, 2009 at 11:03 PM
Unknown said…
@ Topic

I guess, the protagonist fulfills his father's last rights....

With his heart fraught with grief...he collects the ash...the remains of his deceased father....
October 29, 2009 at 11:13 PM
Dilip Sanchora said…
thanks udi .. main wait kar raha tha ... ki .. what you will interpret .. and i knew ki .. it will be different from others.. post ki tarah tere comments bhi jhakkas... :)
October 30, 2009 at 1:53 AM
Unknown said…
Thanks...

btw one of my batchmate is going back to india today...

his dad expired last night...


I think I shouldnt have interpreted the poem.
October 31, 2009 at 1:36 PM
sanjay vyas said…
deep sense of detachment,i guess.nice one nevertheless.
November 3, 2009 at 1:33 AM
Serendipity said…
feeling of betraying a father's trust and then repenting on it...

@Udi
kudos!
November 8, 2009 at 8:39 PM
PR!Y@ ANGEL! said…
My interpretaion:
father is xpecting 2 much frm his son .....
(The tree my father grew
from his garden )
but the son is rebellious ...he want 2 pursue his own dream .....
phir bhi wo apne pita k sapno ko samet kar rakhta hai dil k 1k kone me....jo usko humesha yaad dilati rahegi us sapno ki jo wo kabhi pura nahi kar sakta
November 9, 2009 at 11:50 PM
Sanjeev Kumar said…
In my view : Its about the teachings, upbringing and the relation which was given by a father to his son, which depleted slowly & slowly from the life of the son as he started looking at other things apart from these as more important..... and when he came to realise, what he left far behind and ignored.... it was too late, and the only thing left with him was his memories of childhood with his father.
November 10, 2009 at 2:04 AM
Serendipity said…
wah sanjeev kya baat hai!!
November 10, 2009 at 3:25 AM
Parag said…
It is nice dilip.But don't you think that it is inevitable. the current generation always refuse the ideas nurtured by its previous generation.
Sometimes new generation also exhibit a kind of animosity towards them as they always tend to think that they would be better off if the older generation would have acted in other way and have not acted in that certain way. well,this is an incessant cycle but there is one good thing in this and that is WISDOM COMES BACK TO NEW GENERATION AFTER ATTAINING A CERTAIN LEVEL OF MATURITY. after that they try to restitute the damage already done but of course they can't do it because they can't go back into the time and from here itself the second half of cycle resumes as they try to communicate their findings with their successors who will definitely going to burn that mataphorical tree one day and then perfectly replicate this whole scenario as they will pass their findings to others!!!
November 10, 2009 at 4:20 AM
triyash said…
I second Parag...very nicely put...


@ debz...

tks..
November 10, 2009 at 6:34 PM
Serendipity said…
bapre 17 comment... :P

record post :D
November 13, 2009 at 1:56 AM
Serendipity said…
Sanjana ka comment best hai :-)
November 13, 2009 at 2:03 AM
Rajarshi Mukherjee said…
Sudden realisation dawns... the past holdings must be cleared, the mind must be freed... - to make way for the new, to embrace the freshness of the present wonders life has to offer...

(above ignoring the 'father' bit)

Also reminded me of some poem which was in curriculum before 10th standard - involving cutting of 'weeds'.
December 9, 2009 at 1:00 PM
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