Contemporary or Modern- what's more important?

Today, I just asked myself a question. Which art form do I like most- contemporary or modern? Which art form is more relatable?
The answer my mind gave was quite interesting.
Both the art forms are important.  On one place contemporary art form calls for symmetry in reflection i.e all the people get the same information from what is projected through that particular art. No 'different people,different views' concept exists. It teaches how much discipline is required in creating that particular image/model/presentation/painting so that everyone perceives that piece in the same manner. How can we bring precision in our tasks, is the quality that is taught by the contemporary art form piece.
Whereas modern art calls you to just go with the flow, go with the stroke.You need not worry what you started with, what you must have thought before creating it and what people might perceive it as individuals. It's something thoughtful you have to come up with as an artist and viewer individually every time you make and understand the modern art.Also, as an onlooker you just have to use your eyes to see and understand what you have seen and need not think about the creator's understanding of it...
Also, I could relate it with our life. Everything is imp. Nothing exists in this world which can be discarded. You need to understand both the sides of the life. Your contemporary version, where life has to be more balanced, careful and precise and your modern version, where you need to loosen-up; where 'different people, different eyes, different minds' concept is very imp. to understand.

Here is how the last day ends........ends for a new start...!

My last day at internship about which I had written few days back:

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Since morning I was happy...rather both...happy as well as sad..Sad for all those happy chirpy moments spent with few of the most amazing people (Adi, Ayesha di, Mithila, Ankita, Lalit sir, Aishwarya, Sakshi, Lasna, Jiten, Sandeep, Devika, Saumya) were coming to an end.They were the only reason because of whom (except work, of course) I always wanted to come to the office ...to enjoy with them-- morning hi-fies,afternoon lunches & evening metros..But I was happy..a big time happy, "because of the obvious reason". Everything was going well and it did go well,and even if few things didn't,let's not give importance to them, till came the evening phase,when I had to bid good bye..which I am bad at.

In the evening,after all the byes &adios and making friends wait till I do all the cyas and pay my last respect to all those people who taught me,advised me and guided me in this journey, I headed towards the metro.I reached the metro station, & the doors opened and I suddenly realized- I had forgotten my register in the office-the last bang was to happen and it was this!!! Though the register had few of my imp. things but another most imp. thing was that it was the only physical memory I could treasure(I know I am too fussy). I ran towards my office again...and again for the last time. I guess this last was not only for the register, but for my last goodbyes to Adi,Ankita and Shankar..Jaate same unhe bye nahi kr payi thi as they were very busy and I just cudn't interrupt and say,"you know what,bye"...
Finally then, I took my register, did some more goodbyes and came down the lift, 8-7-6-5-4 stop-3-2-1-0. I was walking,moving towards the metro and suddenly I realized, I was looking at the building again .. "har baar ek last bar mudkar dekhna zruri hota hai na!" 

But all this didn't end here and nor did the gush of emotions.I reached the metro station, but didn't board the metro which was right in front of me with open doors..yes, ONCE AGAIN I MISSED IT...What a dja vu feeling was that! A sheer repetition of what had happened 15 minutes back.The only difference was,that I was alone here with my memories..The moment I missed my metro, I started giving myself a reason for it.Though the reason was genuine that the metro was too stuffed for me to even stand at its gate.But still I knew,I didn't even try;just to stay at the metro station for the last two minutes.The important two minutes!!!! The 2 minutes actually took me for a round..revisiting the memory lane-when I had started my journey,when I had met people here,when I had met Ayesha di and every meeting with her was like family meeting...when I had met Adi and "pakaoed" him, took his desktop & my conversations with him and all the bad things that had happened to me.
These two minutes were the absolute two minutes...! In deed, a beautiful journey.

RECOLLECTION

One of the two short poems I wrote which is dedicated to one of the most important and memorable persons of my life- my mentor, Mudita ma'am...



Few hours have passed by,
since the last time I had bid you goodbye.
But my mind is still unsettled,
fighting with my feelings, almost a battle.
I wish I could stop you with my cry,
hold you and say, “no, I won’t let you pass by.”

I am seeing your photos to feel at ease,
but they are also not giving me peace.
I have emptied my box of words out,
but I am not getting words, I feel stocked out.
After a long time its happening like this with me,
and I guess the only solution is-I should let it be.

दिल-मुहल्ला

दिल के मुहल्ले मे देख आई,
तेरा घर आज भी वहीं बसता है,
वो सजी हुई पतली-सुन्दर सी ग़ली के मोड पर,
खड़े होकर भी तेरा घर दिखता है।

बाहर निकल,
आगे आ,
नज़र उठा,
देख थोड़ी दूर पर तुझे कोई घर दिखता है?

उसकी छत पर ज़रा नज़र डाल,
मेरा दिल तुझे देखने के लिये वहीं खड़ा रहता है।

जब भी तेरे घर के आगे से निकलते हैं,
संभलकर निकलते हैं फिर भी गिर जाते हैं,
रास्ता बदलते हैं, फिर भी तेरे घर की ओर मूड जाते हैं,
कोई तो बताए ऐसा क्या है तुझमें ,
की तुझे देखने भर से होश खुद-ब-खुद उड़ जाते हैं?

दिल के मुहल्ले मे देख आई,
तेरा घर आज भी वहीं बसता है,
वो सजी हुई पतली-सुन्दर सी गली के मोड पर,
खड़े होकर दूर से भी तेरा घर दिखता है।