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Its New Day of Life!!

2011-01-21T23:56:00.000-08:00

Back after so many days and months,much have changed since the last blog.Life had changed its position to new point,end one or new one which is still to realize.A day or later all of us attain this curiosity what next?Looking back makes me think "...Yes,I have done this..I have done that..." but thoughts of failure be professionally or personally hinders somewhere back and which restrict you to fly.There always remains a gap which needs to be filled and we engage ourself in filling it.The unfilled or resistive ones takes lots of your time and effort.Herein we forget what to achieve next day and looms in battle of survival and filling up of gaps.

There used to be days when you look to somebody and draw inspiration.But is it true someday even they cant be useful to them or even they fails to inspire you?What level of thoughts/emotional state you are looming in?Is it the point of saturation where everything looks fine to you?Or is this the point when you see yourself the inspiration?I am not sure what is it.But if it is a stagnation they why it make us think?Why we want to excel in every aspect of life?Are we living the age of rapid fire or substantial growth where we cant settle lesser on anything?Sounds ironical to writing but are we lost our eternal being?

The answer may be too easy to be explained by somebody but too difficult to understand on own.And it takes hard to understand and to be continue with it.Need to close the doors,light a lamp and portray on white paper of mind?Ok,take your time till then Good Bye,Happy New Year and enjoy what IT people say "BRAINSTORMING" :)

Punishment From God

2008-12-06T02:33:00.000-08:00

"They said Hindustan has pre…. fo.. th.. fin… attack on the vata……first this was commu and now the.. atta…they don’t wan us to be aliv Sakina, they don’t…our love wil peris in their parochial acts…",Nawaj hobbled holding my hand. We sat under a neem tree in a Ustad Jamil Baug, Ustad Jamil was famous for his skills on tabla in all over Pakistan and was teacher to Jakir Hussain, the famous Indian Tabla maestro .My hand was very cold and fear of our love was running through my blood,I looked in Nawaj’s eye their was integral fear in his eyes ,of his love and of his past, his past of being an JeM agent.
Nawaj was barely fifteen when his father past away leaving behind him three younger sisters, he was the sole working hand left in the family .Hardly had he finished his schools .he started wondering about the empty stomach in the family. He got a pull- carter on rent and started working day and night shifts in market place, the place mostly run by Sunnis. The 100 Rs. of work could hardly meet for two time meal and so he worked harder and harder to improve their life. The wheels of life began to roll and Khala Jamila was very happy with his son Nawaj. Now they could have good amount of meat and a Bollywood movie on Friday with the family. I, the neighbor of Nawaj could hear the voice of happiness behind the walls. Life was like a canvass of oil paints for Nawaj where he drew wonderful paintings in his life with me beside him. One summer Khala along with her daughters insisted to visit India to their relatives, Nawaj could not refused them but he preferred to stay at home. No sooner did they reach in India news of massacring of Muslims in India spread in the world. Nawaj started sobbing in his house like he got intuitions of his family. He received a wire the next day about death of his family, I condolence him taking him in my arms and that was the last time I felt the warmth of his body.
From that day onwards he was not seen in the streets of Peshawar. I missed my love in lonely time ,I could felt his hands haring me ,I could see his smile beaming at me. I thought I lost him till a day, I saw a man firing in open at Indian Army, and the air was difficult to grasp then, after a week of that firing Nawaj was seen again at the streets of Peshawar. I cornered him at the end of the street some shopwallah gave me a disapproving look, but I did not care for my love, did I.I took his hand and soon headed to the closed door of his house. He revealed me his misdeeds and JeM, he told about provoking videos, his training, family, mission and his life at gunpoint. He told me how he feared at that time, life’s view ,closing door from heaven and somebody shouting at him to join, all the definition of happiness flushing out from the mind and the reality coming into picture that life is all about love and that is why he had come to Peshawar to see me and to marry me. He told me his hard way learned lessons and the sinful act which created hundreds of Nawaj but now he wished to clear his sins by spreading love in the people and starting new life all over again with me, with our love. He asked my hand from my Vahid, the Sunni, with prejudices in mind that Vahid would not agree and yes, he did not. I knew in person that Nawaj has changed, but who will listen to a Shia, we the humans have created invisible boundary amongst ourselves. People say, we are in 21st century, a century of equality, a century of religion less but I could observe as far as we moved in future, people more and more coupled to religion and the boundaries. Being the new century woman I eloped with Nawaj, my King, and that was the first time I listened to my conscience.
We got married in Rawalpindi the next day, Nawaj found a job of sales person in a bank and I managed to get myself as a teacher in a school. Wheels of life began to roll once again, we, I and Nawaj were happy once again.
But it seemed this was the way, Allah wanted Nawaj to clear his sins, in my arms, under the attack of our brotherhood Vatan, he was very frightened and did not once tried to look in the sky, he was mumbling something that I could not realize, I asked him what he is talking but he just mumbled and I understand this is the way of Allah punishing him.

And I laughed…

2008-11-30T22:15:00.000-08:00

The sun was under sky, pigeons hobbling around corridors and roofs of the apartment for early morning breakfast. Cold breeze was soothing my cheeks coming through an open window. The short lived showers made the streets wettier and the fragrance of mother soil was filled up in the air. The "Balaji Strotra"at Mr. Shastri’s,our neighbourhood,was melodious. I was tucked under my blanket, was feeling very lazy to switch off my alarm that was screaming Jungle Book song at a distant. This was a song people laughed at and gave sleuth look around in office, but I don’t mind keeping it my alarm tone or either my rigtone.Memories of yesterday’s events were flocking over my mind, I kept promise with my friend for an outdoor trip on weekend. I called him, me still under the blanket, adjusting myself for an opulent mobile network and finally his voice came live, I settled him with a morning show, as I was caught with cold due to weather and could not afford for an outdoor trip. He beamed with a distant smile and reiterated that he would take an hour to reach theater; I okayed and promised to take his ticket in advance. After he hung up, I called our mutual friend and told him to book ticket for three.
I got from the bed, took the towel and whirled the shower handle in right for hot water, soon I was grasping for oxygen in the smoke. The showers were not so hostile to me as it was today, I was feeling like a Gladiator when I stepped out of bathroom, but I did not know the real test for Gladiator lied ahead. I got myself dressed, wore blue denim and a light blue full sleeved shirt. The shirt was looking elegant like an OCM advertise thought. I got a coat over the blue shirt to protect my lungs against the cold breeze, took the keys of red male Unicorn gazed at the helmet, Why the hell I need it?I strolled out of my flat, hammered the kick of red Unicorn soon the machine came alive and I sped at 50 kmph.
My father and me always thought that I would neither be a good rider or a care taker of bike. I proved these with three accidents and a hefty maintenance cost on a bike which I got as a gift in my final year of graduation and Papa drew no surprise on that and hence my gift was taken back from me and sold at handsome amount, I was happy and sad at the same time. I forbidden myself from owning a two-wheeler then on, I passed the half way to theater saw some nubile standing at bus stop and waving for a lift but I ignored them,afterall these are very dreadful days maybe terrorist have new appointees. I reached the famous Good Luck chowk named after the historian Iranian Hotel Good Luck. I took one way path towards the JM Road, the one way was ending to a perpendicular road, with some banners picturing heroes of Operation Cyclone. A PMT was speeding in front t of me in full swing and it took a sharp left turn towards the JM Road. I thought, the government transporter is taking advantage of zero-crowded road, who else will not take this advantage.
As always, I did not remember which gear I was driving in, I also took sharp left turn, enough angle of banking was provided with unleveled layers of tars on the road thanks to last hour prepared road for Commonwealth by PMC and I got myself trapped into these unleveled layers, the Gladiator test was drowning me. I soon realized the centrifugal force had been exceeded the gravity force (forgive me if my physics is wrong),the rear wheel of Unicorn got parallel to front wheel, the vehicle got perpendicular to road blocking the half of the road and skidding at 20 kmph I guess, reminiscence of blockbuster "Kaho Na Pyar Hai" came into mind where Hritik Roshan skid the same way as I did, reminiscence of formula one accidents came live when they thirsted at the stands with crowd looking disbelievingly. The front guard of Unicorn was now making friction with tar road, sparks were originating from the friction, sparks were reminding me of just passed diwali crackers, the coefficient of friction of Tin guard was not large, I prejudice. The rear wheel still was roaring to go; people were running to the site. I made my head steady as the most important part of my body; flashes of helmet came in my mind. The blue denim fractioned with the roadbed, blood was coagulating below my knees, flesh of my body was coming over to sputter, I assumed.
The side thrust was now coming to dead and to my fate no vehicle was now coming behind me. Finally the vehicle stopped, I sat on the road, my left leg on the ground and under the Unicorn, my right leg over the Unicorn, head steadied above the surface and in direction of road. Some students rushed to help me stand, I managed to stand on my own, thanked the students and was laughing at morbid situation I was under for few minutes, I thought Bikes are not my cup of tea. Smile spread on my face, faces around me looked astonished on my laughter but that is the way I am, I have the courage to laugh at myself. I headed Towards Dostana, the friendship that I had and will always keep.

Heaven & Hell: Altruism & Egoism

2008-09-11T01:57:00.000-07:00

….. How true it is!! Have you exclaimed this on reading the title? No, don’t revert from your answer. Don’t be shy of it either; because we are brought up that way, it is not your fault. You are escaped from the blame now, take a sigh of relief. But this is the approach we agree upon; we always place altruism above egoism. The later one we consider as an evil and the first one we consider an ebullient characteristic of a human being. Do you agree on this also? No? Good you are now ready to recognize your self, your self a true human being, who is living for happiness and suffering is not part of your life. But if yes, let me help you in exploring you. Hold your breath…Ok Ok relax!
When did you last enjoyed (so called enjoyment) in a group of people? Yes, that one party of a person. Please collate some thoughts of these moments. Now let me brief you that moment for you. People surrounding you with glass of wine in hand laughing around, making fun of each other. Smile bursting into bigger and bigger laugh, is not it? Yes? Ok,so you think you have enjoyed that party laughing in the face only but have you observed that there was no laugh in you soul,stucked?So now you are on right track, now you have realized indeed the soul was not that happy. Hence there are rare moments in which you can be happy collectively, happiness will be and is attained individually. The same applies for other perspectives of life too, take achievements or some activities of yours.
When did you were happy about your achievements? Did you say after successful completion of your project? Ok, for which part of it you were happier about? No, the team effort is certainly not the answer. Let me tell you the truth that you were happier about your work, the work that you have so efficiently completed in strained condition. Now you agree with me.
Illustrating further let me tell you that you can not achieve your highest virtue collectively. We, as in society have been brought up so as to sacrifice ourselves. This way of life has been thrashed on us by second handler. According to Ayn Rand, the second handlers are the persons who do not produce anything and they are dependent on productive people for their needs. So they form relation with them and gave ‘Altruism’ as the name of that relation.Thus they exihibit sanctimonious attitude towards productive people/achievers concealing their failure. Don’t you think it is the slavery of oneself to depend on others for his/her needs? We are always told that human beings are in existence to serve the other, to serve the poor, to serve the second handler. In this process of second handler, as the society provides helping hand to poor, it itself creates mutual corruption amongst the human beings. Corruption because if the help would not have been occurred the person in need would have used his capabilities to serve himself, but as the ready help is available we shift into comfort zone of unproductiveness, thus the great gift ‘Thinking’ which he is blessed with goes in vanity. This is the skullduggery behavior of human beings towards the God. This approach may be fruitful at the present but will become despicable at the bed of death and then no one can help you and you will start mourning about it, then only you will realize profanity of your mundane attitude.
As no one can breath for you, you have to breathe yourself for your survival sake. Similarly no one can achieve something for you, ultimately you have to achieve it and you are the sole responsible for it. This approach gives birth to other attitude of human being, the attitude of self dependency. These people are not pliant to society and these people are ‘Achievers’. Achievers repudiate their achievements to second handler, they just can not see their efforts to be gone free and this attitude brings in egoism. This attitude is necessary to achieve whatever. They just do not care whether their attitude is boorish to second handler/society or not, for them their work is their supremacy and that is their way to attain God. They are not concerned with any person around them and their trades with other people come as trade of equi-balance. They do not support favors and for them it is the main cause of exploiting of one’s soul. These people are not always conspicuous and if they are, they are called ‘Egoist’.So now you have to decide what you want to be an 'Altruist' or an 'Egoist'.

A Dive For Happyness

2008-09-01T23:54:00.000-07:00

…I raised myself against the thundering wind on the top in the valley. The height of valley was breath taking and the mountain was looking like Mount Everest to me. My shirt was clad against my body, sleeves were up. The unbuttoned shirt was fluttering in the air at the speed of Schumacher. The well settled gelled hairs were rattling at this height. From top it was looking like mother Earth has worn green sari and the waterfalls are creating white borders on it. The birds, the flowers and the trees were beautifying it creating different shades and negligible presence of sun was giving a faint shine of gold.
...I had nothing else but the nature around my vicinity. There was no one to hear my scream except the chirping birds, the trees and the wild animals. I perceived the pleasure of my life in the remote place far away from humanity. It was looking like remorse but indeed it was something else as my soul is so pure and humble to commit crime. He earns four times than you are what you are doing for yourself? I tied a long rope to my ankle and a safety baggage to my back. The rope was tied at another end to a secured connection with a heavy spring. Some thoughts reincarnated in my mind, the thoughts of happiness and the agony of being convoluted in concepts of life. I took a nose-dive from the top of the hill to make the concepts simpler. The Schumacher air was tearing me apart. I stared in the sky for a moment, it was half dark with some silver lining striking at the distant, and the sun was trying to show it’s futile presence. I saw some faces in the clouds, some were smiling at my way of finding happiness, some were cursing me as a fool and some gave a blank expression. I tried to distinguish them in different category. He is all round performers, not like you walking in straight line. I tried to concentrate on my dive of happiness again; I found a sparrow looking at me eagerly as I was drinking a glass of satisfaction and joy. He is not like you, you can do it any time (read you can’t do it), and after all you have plenty of time.
…These two thoughts of being happiness and of being compared were beginning to tear me more than Schumacher air and the plunge from the hill indeed was giving it’s results. Its results of thought provocation and giving a birth to integrated thinking.
Integrating thinking works only in one direction and works only for one purpose. Similarly thoughts of comparisons and thoughts of satisfaction are working only for one purpose and can be molded for one purpose, the purpose of soul purification, the purpose of soul happiness. And if indeed happiness is measured in terms of soul happiness, then material things like earning does not matter, does it? If he earns so much and do not perceives his soul then what it the use of this material thing and even if he perceives his soul then form of happiness remains the same in the root.
…What matters most is your soul and what it wants from you. Basically soul needs nothing from you it just needs to be content. So you just need to be content and satisfactory no material thing can give it but only you thinking. Hence align each of your thinking branches and mold them towards the root of soul feeding, rest is then done itself. My dive of thoughts was almost over now and the spring pulled me back again on the top of the hill, indeed it was reboire of thoughts for me. Once again I was near my one room house on the top of the world hosting none other than me and my branches of thinking.
"The last stop here, please get down remaining passengers", screamed the conductor. I took my report from the carriage. I found some smiling, furious and blank faces around me and thus I envisaged my way to doctor in fighting with tuberculosis.

…..And The Crown Is Burning*

2008-08-19T23:02:00.000-07:00

There was lot of fuss going around in print media, electronic media about serial bomb blast in Surat and media left no chance of creating psychosomatic effect on viewers by repeatedly showing the same footage over and over again. The least they have done is giving tutorials of bomb creation to the viewers. Alas, was there not any news or activity going on in country rather than giving tutorials?
In fact hell of things was happening in the country but our politicians were busy in concealing ‘Horse Trading’ scandal and if they got some time out of it, some of them pretended to have sympathy with Gujarat. Our home minister was busy in clearing path and making careful walk for his party’s president. He could have walked the nation to peaceful corridor either!! In between these conditions an idea was boiling in the valley, an idea of independence from India. Is this idea from bunch of morons?
In the last few weeks some intelligent people were using a word ‘Colonialism’,’ Indian Colonialism’. But as far as I know colonialism is taking over a weak state by dethroning the weaker state’s present government. In this process of colonization the superior state applies its own laws in colonized state and perceives its own interest. But is this place, the crown of country a colonized state? I don’t think so. People then make resemblance of the state with quasi-colonialism. But the people of state have been given special privileges and all of their demands are heard, so how can it be quasi-colonialism. Both these arguments fail here.
History reveals the state was in danger of Pakistani army and then King Maharaja Hari Singh gave accession to Indian army. The state thus in perilous situation choose it’s amalgamation with India. J&K was made an integral part of India by the consent of its then leader and people. Special privileges were given to people of the state and the opportunities in India also were made available to them.The state was connect to the whole country. Leaving behind the history now,according to the National Sample Survey (NSS), only 3.5 per cent of Kashmir's population was below the poverty line in 1999-2000.The phenomenal success is due to land of people and the handicraft industry which has not been taken away from them anytime. But will these land and industry lay in safe hands if the state chooses accession to Pakistan? Can the country like Pakistan which has just relieved from traditional military rule, provide such opportunity? I doubt it. They may convert the state into the military school against India and will give a desert look to this fertile land.
In this whole idea of separatism the root issue has been mixed in ashes, the root issue of Amarnath Land. The separatist are giving economical blockade as their reason for Independence. But after six decades with India and the successful story of above the poverty line contradicts the reason. There may be some individual aspirations amongst the leader which may be creating issues. These can be solved in manoeuvre dialogue process. Marching towards LOC and hoisting Pakistani Flag will only worsen the conditions there and will give guaranteed advantages to communal forces which then may divide the nation over religions.
As the coin has two sides separatist may have right points in their court. New Delhi has sought accession of Kashmir but it may have failed in joining hearts of state’s people with India. There should be sagacious efforts from the New Delhi in this direction. Time is now in the hands of New Delhi to take serious efforts here. In fact our so called weakest Prime Minister have the right opportunity in taking citizens consent of vote for next assembly election by providing an impeccable solution to the valley. Opportunities never die in India. Every other problem can be converted into an opportunity .Is someone listening and taking the opportunity?

*(The views expressed here are my self opinion; it is not intended to be beneficial or harmful to anyone.)

Addiction

2008-08-17T20:39:00.000-07:00

The Dictionary meaning of Addicted is "1Physically dependent upon a substance, 2.devote oneself to something n. Addiction”. But nowadays it is meant more than that , something like support of traditional arc-rival to a yelling government. Yes you are welcome here in the world of slavery. The world which has so intensely fought the physical slavery meant to say for freedom, is now ready to lay down for mental slavery.
Science says that there are some cells in the human body of course in the brain that cause anxiety if they are not fed with the right supply of blood and which, may result into paralysis.Rigth supply may mean the avoidance in excess supply. It then enhances tissues intake capacity but at the same time calls for certain unwanted diseases. Then the tissues take the form of monster ready to gobble anything it is given and if unsatisfied may burst out into your face like cancer. Off course there is some treatment available there in market to give ease from the diseases but they will be temporary one and you are never obscured from the real threat.
Addiction similarly can be related to much more things than you can imagine
Watching an IPL match is an addiction at the cost of what?? My dear it is none other than ENTERTAINMENT!! The distinction amongst the two can be done very easily entertainment is something which is needed only when you are stressed or you want to take some leisure activity but when these leisure activity takes control of your mind then it becomes addiction. Isn’t it? Doesn’t it take control of your soul.The soul which wishes nothing else than the happiness which is destroyed by the IPL match, in which you get nothing but lose the intrinsic characteristics of yourself, the characteristic to excel! Some well planned sops are already making appearance on the idiot box to trap your soul.
There is a simplest ways to get rid of these addiction is to simply get rid of from mental slavery. Now, no prize for guessing what mental slavery is! Yes you are right, it is making wishes of your body or others at the cost of your soul.
In the 21st century though science has succeeded a lot, it cannot remove your soul, but it is definitely making attempts to control it by what we call as mental slavery. The problem now only lies with the control of your soul which can be solved by no one else than yourself. Here you have to simply think of yourself, people may say you are not an altruist but no one on the earth is! Here now you took off excess quantity of blood and is now fed to a right place and in right quantity.
Now see how simple is to get rid of addiction, even now if you have not understood then please puff out some cigarettes!!

The Pebble

2008-08-14T05:09:00.000-07:00

Howzz that…Nishant screamed when strolling down the road. But to his luck as nebulous as he is always , it did not hit the goal post!! Is that pebble shining in the showers of August? Shining is it? Or it is crying at it's fate? And why do Nishant need to kick it. Think of yourself while I proceed.
The pebble was crying having found itself dissociated from his parents, his brothers-sisters and friends. Lost in the world of loneliness, it was trying to accompany someone ,trying to coagulate forming the infrastructure for humanity but its fate found itself lurching in the feet of mankind, forget serving them! It was weeping for help but showers made it's task more difficult, making people to think that it is the lustouer of pebble . Poor fellow could not get any help and was looking another stride from someone else.
The pebble was shining giving its glittering smile to passers by and making them envy about it. It was happy about its de association with its genes .Smiling at the accomplishment of being survivor of many insects for whom it was the only shelter. It was glaring at the mankind and was shouting 'Look, I am the survivor of many, are you for anyone?'
Lurching towards the home after a disappointment day, could not you think same about the pebble? Let me explain this for you relating it with yourself. The brain at such time will race to analyze the nature of the pebble. It will analyze different situation of being frustrated, of defeated by as nihilistic as pebble and of a voyager leader.
As may be seen we have divide between our ephemeral thinking. At one Nishant was boosting his own confidence and making people to realize that here is a man of great caliber awaiting to destroy everything. At other he may be encouraging pebble to make m friends in the vicinity of wherever it is now and stop being complaining.
At other Nishant was jealous of the smiling pebble his glittering shine was torturing his eyes. And then reaching the nadir he kicked the pebble. So what is the big deal now? The cycle of thoughts can result anything for you, me, Nishant and the pebbles also. It always depends upon the inner peace of your soul. Your soul being happy, you will encourage someone and in that way boosting confidence of yourself.
Stop being jealous of someone may be he or it will give you glimpse of hope and as the trade goes on you should give someone a kick to keep it rolling. So now on , don't mind kicking a pebble it may beneficial for one or the other.