Why is a poet teaching this?
Poetry is sitting with a thing for years without flinching, then saying it in the fewest honest words. That is the muscle these courses train.
कई बार दुःख
इतनी सरलता से आता है
जैसे अपने घर लौट रहा हो!
From one of his poems. Literally: sometimes sorrow arrives so simply, as if it were returning home.
Log haarkar sab chhodte hain. Humne sab jeetkar chhoda.
NIT Raipur, then Deloitte, and out within the year. I did not make this from a peak; I made it from a collapse. It was not recorded on a ghat. The steps are how it is told.
What is on the other bank.
Not a promise that the pattern stops. Something smaller, and truer: a pause between the trigger and whatever you do next.
Sirf ek second. Lekin woh ek second, woh choice hai.
Just one second. But that second is a choice.