The Echoes

The belief

2013-02-28T12:57:00.000+05:30

A Short folk tale:

Once there was a carpenter who had 2 daughters. Two year ago his elder daughter married a farmer in the village and the younger one got married few months ago with a potter. One day the man decided to visit their houses to know their well being. He went to the house of the elder daughter. Her daughter was happily married and her husband was a hard worker. He asked her daughter about her life and well being. The daughter replied "Father, I am happy with my life and family. You just need to pray for a good monsoon season this year so that the crop on which my living depends grows well".

The man left her house with a smile after knowing about her prosperous and happy life. He thanked god for it and wished that there is enough rainfall this year. From there the father went to visit his younger daughter. From a distance he saw her daughter helping her husband in his work. He saw that his daughter has quickly learned the art of making pots and now she can make beautiful pots. He saw that they have made enough pots and have left them in the sun to dry. The bigger vessels and pots are baked in the fire while the smaller ones are left in the sunlight to dry.

Daughter was delighted to see her father. The man asked her similar questions about her living and well being. The daughter in reply said “Father, I am thankful to you that you chose a very good man for me. I am happy with him. I just want you to pray to the lord that there shall be a weaker monsoon this year so that the rain does not wash away my clay vessels.”

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There are situations in life when you need something and you ask god to fulfil your wishes. That is the time when most of us find ourselves in difficulty. We call it our difficult struggling span of life. Also there are times in the life when a man can’t decide what is best for him. He cannot even ask the God for any favour. In such difficult times one can’t make endeavour nor he can sit waiting for something to happen. Such difficult times do not leave us with a choice. It is a lose-lose condition which makes us suffer. A bad thing not happened is a bad thing happened.

The problem lies in the way we pray to god. We are made to believe by the elders and the society that God is always there to help us out no matter how worse is our condition. We shamelessly ask God for the help without any hesitation. We think if we are good for others and has not committed anything bad in life (which I think most of us either believe or force ourselves to believe to lead a happy guiltless life) the god will take care of us. He will fight for us leaving us with obvious choices and path to lead. Obviously such things do not happen. Such believers in god shall wait forever for god to make a choice for them.

In contrast, a man who is true believer in God will start with a manipulated choice with a belief that God is with him and with the grace of lord he possesses the power to change the situation. Remember, a true believer in god is always strong no matter what the situation is and no matter what bad has happened to him. In every situation he shall believe that this is the best possible situation god has left him in and from now the path is easy enough to lead. For a believer no situation is too difficult and for a non-believer every situation is a “could have been better” situation.

My status messages and one liners (3)

2012-12-23T15:03:00.001+05:30

1) भगवान् या तो बहुत ही कामचोर हो गया है या फिर बहुत ही आदर्शवादी । रिश्वत पर भी काम कर के राज़ी नहीं है !!

2) A girl advertised in matrimonial that she will only marry a guy who can book Tatkal train Ticket via IRCTC ... and and and ... she died virgin ... !!

3) Dhoni to Sachin : That's why i love T20. You ensure a win when ur team reaches 200 runs mark ... aur yahan test match mein dekho .. gandh macha rakhi hai ... runs ki koi value he nahi hai !! (During India v/s England 3rd test)

4) सरदार होने क नाते मोंटी पनेसर ने वादा किया है की वे अपने आधे विकेट हरभजन के रिकॉर्ड में चढवा देंगे ।
(During India v/s England 2nd test)

5) मोंटी पनेसर को दारु मुर्गा ऑफर कर के देख लो .. क्या पता मान हे जाए । (During India v/s England 2nd test)

6) Happiness is cheap, you just need to know the right place to search for it !!

7) Pollution और noise गई भाड में, don't burden yourself with responsibilities this diwali ... Enjoy the day with those who makes you happy :-) !!

8) Dhoni to eden garden's curator : Harami yeh kya pitch bana di .. jis din humari batting hoti hai usi din bhaka-bhak wicket gir rahe hai ... pitch hai ki girgit !! (During India v/s England 3rd test)

Aspiration

2012-12-12T01:08:00.002+05:30

Television Interviewer : “So Sir, who own the patent of the vaccine.”

"There is no patent. Could you patent the sun?” the American medical researcher replied.

The man who denied patenting one of the greatest works for the humanity was Sir Jonas Salk who invented the Polio Vaccine. “His sole focus had been to develop a safe and effective vaccine as rapidly as possible, with no interest in personal profit. “ [1]

It took fully devoted 7 years of his life to invent the vaccine which if patented could have made him the world’s richest man. “Until 1955, when the Salk vaccine was introduced, polio was considered the most frightening public health problem of the post-war United States. Annual epidemics were increasingly devastating. The 1952 epidemic was the worst outbreak in the nation's history. Of nearly 58,000 cases reported that year, 3,145 people died and 21,269 were left with mild to disabling paralysis, with most of its victims being children.” [1]

The text above is startling enough to raise a thought asking “what can motivate a man for such a long time that has no intention of making money and or fame”. I consider myself very weak in General Knowledge (or in any kind of knowledge) but still few other names of great personality surrounded my knowledge fringe and reminded me that it is not always something tangible or understandably or boastful that keeps you working. The great achievements come for those who are motivated by great thoughts; money is surely not one of them.

Swami Vivekananda (Narendranath Dutta) was son of a well known lawyer of Calcutta. Swami ji were a great scholar and he studied the works of David Hume, Immanuel Kant, Johann Gottlieb Fichte, Baruch Spinoza, Georg W. F. Hegel, Arthur Schopenhauer, Auguste Comte, Herbert Spencer, John Stuart Mill, and Charles Darwin, most of which during his adolescence. In 1881 he passed the Fine Arts examination and in 1884 he completed a Bachelor of Arts degree. [2]. All of us know who he was and what life he later led to give Indian spirituality and Hinduism a global face. Many of you are might not aware that after the death of his father, when swami ji were a student of Shri Ram Krishna Paramhans , he and his family went through a ailing poverty. Swami Ji were so concerned for his responsibilities for the family that many times thought of leaving all his ongoing learning and start working for the family. But his master Swami Paramhans knew the ache of his heart and he guided Swami Vivekanand accordingly. What happened later in his life is known to all of us. After finding the truth of life Swamiji wanted to leave his body as he found it too heavy to bear. His was at the door of moksha and he wanted to quit his life. But Shri Paramhans showed him the nobler and selfless path walking on which later on he spread his teachings for the well being of mankind. Such was the greatness of that man and his master. Was a man with the intellect and education of Swami Vivekanand unable to live a prosperous life? What if he was after money or his own salvation ?

Marie Curie, as all of us know was one of the greatest scientists who took research on radioactivity as her life. Marie Curie had a childhood full of agony and she strived for money during those days.

“She was known for her honesty and moderate life style.Having received a small scholarship in 1893, she returned it in 1897 as soon as she began earning her keep. She gave much of her first Nobel Prize money to friends, family, students and research associates. In an unusual decision, Marie intentionally refrained from patenting the radium-isolation process, so that the scientific community could do research unhindered. She insisted that monetary gifts and awards were given to the scientific institutions she was affiliated with rather than to herself. She and her husband often refused awards and medals. Albert Einstein reportedly remarked that she was probably the only person not corrupted by fame.” [3]

Such is the greatness of those who made a difference in the world. Others who are living are living for the livelihood not making livelihood for living. There is always a purpose of everyone’s life; if not understood by the person himself, that purpose will be left unsolved forever. One can work well for better money but no better money can bring the best out of a man. Great work comes out of a great purpose and great desire, not great money.

[1] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonas_Salk

[2] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swami_Vivekananda

[3] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marie_Curie

My status messages and one liners (2)

2012-09-09T00:56:00.000+05:30

1) The most desperately needed things in the life are the things u can never possibly ask for !!

2) Washing clothes is the second most underestimated job a man can do ... first one is doing a govt. job !!

3) To enjoy the fullest u need a good company ... although by 'good company' i mean a firm which pays a lot !!

4) It's always a "Killing" relation between ME and TIME !!

5) when 2 ppl in luv breaks up the relationship, they can't be frnd as they hurt each other , they can't be enemies as there was a time when they loved each other .. they ultimately become the most familier strangers !!

6) Internet and girlfriend are same in a way ... u never know the privilege when u have them ... once gone, u know how it makes u feel !!

7) It is really embarrassing when gmail asks you to load basic HTML view because ur internet speed is slow :-/ !!

8) Life isn't a pack of "good day" biscuits ... in reality you will have to face many bad days too ... !!

9) मैं भी शायर तो हो जाता ग़ालिब ,
पर तेरी जुदाई में वोह बात नहीं ..
जहाँ से होती थी हमारी सुबह और शाम
आज वहां तेरा कोई हमशकल घूमता है !!

10) आज फिर किसी का मकान बन रहा है ... बजरी डाली है घर के आगे और घरोंदे बनाने का मन कर रहा है ... याद आते है वोह दिन तो लगता है की बचपन में वोह मिटटी के घरोंदो में बस्ती थी खुशिया ... आज पत्थर के घर टूटते देख खुशिओ में मिलावट की बू आती है !!

The God Thing

2012-09-02T01:17:00.000+05:30

The ‘God Thing’ has always been hard to understand. They say you need to believe it first, you can’t go by the logics. I do not know how much of it is true but I surely believe that it is hard to understand god and the logics behind everything he (I use masculine gender for god because of the influence of hindu mythology) does. In India it is quite evident by the cut offs of the college admission that a student who want to pursue science must has got very good marks at the school while getting the admission in the other streams of study like commerce or arts is comparatively relaxed. Why is it so?

You see, all the laws of physics or the way two chemicals will react with each other is predetermined. The structure of human body, the illness of a human body was well defined by the creator. We do not make any rule in physics. They were there from the inception of the earth. Or they were true at the time of inception of the universe. We merely study them. Everything existed and will always exist; it’s just that we were ignorant enough not to notice them or to discover them.

With a little knowledge I came to know that it is only hindu mythology that believes in the rebirth. The Greeks do not believe in it. In our country it is like “My belief” and “Your Belief” otherwise when british came to India they began teaching “The Truth”. Well, believing your own truths or the truths your society or the clan you belong believe is quite cosy. You have your own way to live the life. Your belief are those which either you or your society deduced you to fit in. Know when you are dealing with the “God thing” either nothing is absolute OR the god is the only absolute. So it is very difficult to make the people believe on a common truth “The ultimate truth”. I am writing this for those people whose faith in god has started to deteriorate. Your understand when goes one step further you find yourself close to the god and on the next moment you find something very baffling which again turns your belief from the god. Hindu philosophy allows you to question god and the ethics of the religion but if you are thinking that you will turn towards the god when you understand his working properly then my dear you will be starting very old. Try to believe god without stopping the questions raised into your mind. This will make your journey fruitful. It is like traveling in an unknown city and moving taking turns on your intuitions and then when you once reach the destination you have a winsome smile over your face saying “You see, I was correct!” This is similar finding the truth about the god once believing into him. You will end saying “I was correct all the time and you my lord were very kind on me”.

My one liners and status messages

2012-05-12T00:29:00.002+05:30

1) Open hand catches the ball, open mind catches the thought but open hearts get dusty

2) I have never played a guitar but I know that there is always a right time to set a particular chord on vibration. When you can’t sound a melody from it, you should not start hitting all the chords at once.

3) Time, success and efforts are the three axes on which the graph of life is drawn...

4) When you as a player find yourself in the top gear, all fit, full of enthusiasm, agile, none would be there to play with you. And you would be asked to play the most prestigious match of the life when you are not even able to walk.

5) We came in this world and brought few happy moments for some people. Just make sure all of them are still cherishing those moments.

6) u can't love it, u can't hate it ... u just got to live it, because it was u who did commit ...and that’s burdensome!!

7) It's really depraved when someone u love uses ur love as the weapon against you ... and it becomes the real offense when in defense you have to seize the weapon!!

8) Games has always been unpredictable … this time I lost the race of my life against a sloth.

9) The Law of Time and no other thing is the indispensable, immutable and immortal in the universe ... !!

10) Worries pile up on ur head .. the pile is conical in shape ..It makes your nose tip red with anger. Now the key is not to look in the mirror

11) How easy the life wud have been if we cud understand the logic behind it

12) Be happy or be angry .. sadness and gloom has never lead anyone to anything other than depression

13) "you ought to do this.", sounds me more commanding rather than "you got to do this" !!

14) Love, hate, fear, ecstasy, sorrow, hope, .. if this all is happening with you .. then take care of ur heart.. its prone to strokes 2

There is a life past everything !!

2012-01-14T22:12:00.001+05:30

At that height i could not tell was it a cloud too near or was it dense fog. Last year during my trip to Himachal Pradesh, India, i was on the Solang peak. While it was enervating climbing even a distance of 100 meters the view into the valley took everything with a gust. It was snow everywhere and the mountain peaks far away were looking like a whittle out of ice. Mesmerized by the immaculate beauty of nature i walked away from my group of friends to get some time wondering over the thoughts in the mind of god when he created such beauty.

People there were quite, no one was interested in looking at the other. People were taking pictures randomly because everything around was too beautiful.

I asked to myself what was so relieving about the location? It was not only the whitest snow, greenest trees and yellow sun; the relief was in the mind. The location made me free from the strongest of bonds i have with the people in the world. The relief is in the solitude, friends can make you laugh, parents can care for you the most, a lover can understand you the most but it's only you who can understand the silence of your thoughts. Nature takes you back into the world where you were before birth. It makes you feel the completeness of ' 0 ', ending at the same point where you started from. We are destined to complete that cycle of birth and death. We were born in the bed, incapable of doing anything and most of us will end in the bed in the same condition.

That moment i realized why nature is called the mother nature.

Despite of having all the worries, thousands of pending work on the earth, i felt like a free bird. I felt the relief in the heart and just one thing came to my mind with the smile, "there is a life past everything and all of us are destined for few things".

हाँ शायद नशा ही है !!

2011-10-21T20:15:00.000+05:30

किसी की आखें है प्यार क नशे में धुन्द्लाई सी,

किसी की चाल है पैसे क नशे में इतराई सी,

कोई है काम के नशे में है खोया खोया,

किसी को है इस जवानी का नशा थोडा थोडा |

लत है नशे की,

या जिन्दगी अहेसास के साथ जीने का खौफ है तुम्हे,

अपनी जिन्दगी से शिकायत है की,

किसी की सुझाई जिन्दगी पाने की दरकार है तुम्हे |

क्यूँ नहीं बढती है यह घडी लम्हा लम्हा कर के,

क्यूँ निकल जाते है साल हमारे किसी चीज़ का इंतज़ार करते करते,

क्यूँ नहीं हो पाता है प्यार अपनी खुद की चीजों से,

क्यूँ आज भी एक नशे की जरुरत है अपने खयालो से भागने क लिए |

हो नशा तो हो जिन्दगी जीने का,

हर लम्हे को अपना कर लेने का,

हर अहसास को एक नाम दे देने का,

हर मुस्कराहट को एक पैगाम समझ लेने का,

हर याद को एक हीरा समझ लेने का,

हर रिश्ते को एक पहेचन दे देने का,

हिचकी को किसी का प्यार समझ लेने का ||

Poem, proposing your love and life to a girl

2011-09-09T03:39:00.004+05:30

poem proposing your love to a girl

I lost your track many times
Now even such thought is lethal,
That time made me realize
That you are nothing but ethereal

With a beautiful soul,
Golden values in your heart,
You are a girl of integrity
And prettiest on this behalf.

The face of a naughty child,
Wearing the purest smile;
Oh girl you rule my heart,
From a distance of a hundred miles.

Oh my bliss
Oh my little star,
This is the day
And I want to make it large

I need not to announce
I need not to declare;
I just need to confess
And I need to share.

Oh my pearl
Oh my charm
Love brought the courage to me
And I have to ask;

I have to ask,
If you will with me,
Till the eternity ends
To the day my breath lasts.

PS: This proposal has never been tried, try something better at your own ;)

Live it or loath it

2011-06-18T02:20:00.003+05:30

When I travel alone I want to be alone. I am not a kind of person who glues easily with the surrounding people. I don’t even want to hear them saying. My earphones and novel are my tools to indicate that I m least interested in their talks. I was traveling to my home almost after 3 months and I was excited. I stepped off the train on the Kanpur junction to have something to drink and when I came back to the seat I found a teen aged girl sitting on the seat next. The girl must be in 10^th standard I thought but her sparkling eyes, round face, frameless glasses were giving her a look of bright young girl. I finished my drink and begin watching the scenes passing by the window of my seat. The window pane was looking like a tv screen. You can’t feel it but you can watch it.

“IIT kanpur” was the word said in a feminine voice which caught my attention and I realized that the girl sitting beside me said it with a smile broader than her natural smile. The middle aged man on my front seat asked has asked her about her school and the girl has replied it with IIT Kanpur.

OK, I thought, these bloody proud IITians. They think they own the whole bloody world.

“What is your favorite subject?”, asked the man at my front seat. He was a middle aged man with signs of baldness on his head, sullen face with contrasting bright eyes. I was thinking what the profession of that man could be.

“The girl replied, chemistry”.

H₂O came to my mind. This is what chemistry means to me now days.

“Chemistry, an interesting subject indeed”, said the man with a fake chuckle over his face.

“Ok, can you tell me what the relationship between melting point and atomic radius is?” asked the man in interrogating voice and it was written on his face that it was not the genuine question, he just wanted to check the knowledge of the girl.

“As you go down a column in the periodic table, the atomic radius increases and melting point also increases.” The girl replied without taking anytime more than required to utter the statement.

“No”, the man replied.

My eyebrows raised, I never saw an IITian beaten on technical grounds.

“Iodine, I₂, with a large radius, is solid at room temperature. It hasn't hit its melting point yet. Bromine, Br₂, with a smaller radius, is a liquid at room temperature. If its melting point was lower than I₂; it has already melted.” Then man replied in single breath.

The girl shuddered and she straightened her back and said, “yes that true”. She moved her sight in the whole compartment inquiring who was listening to the conversation.

I begin reading my novel thinking that it has been already too embarrassing for her.

“Actually the random London dispersion forces come into act when we are comparing the elements of similar nonpolar molecules.” The man replied in a tone too sooth.

“Oh yes, those London forces, I read a little about them”, she replied in a remorseful voice.

“Are you a chemistry professor or something”, the girl asked.

“No.”, he replied.

“then?”, she asked with curiosity.

“I am a auto rickshaw driver, I pick and drop children from school. I have learned all this while talking to them only. All of them are used to talk to me and they are normally used to teach me what they learn in school”

“And while talking to them from years I have learned a lot and also I developed an interest in physics and chemistry”, he continued.

The girl was looking at him with an open mouth. Screaming within her mind “No, hell. You are joking”

The man was smiling, half pain, and half pity.

“But pity over what?” I thought.

He continued “I studied in a school till senior secondary. I passed it just to get the marksheet so that I can get a job. At that time no subject or anything made me interested. I was used to roam and have giggles with my village friends hoping that on the completion of my schooling I would get a job to lead the rest of my life happily”

“But everything in our life does not go as we plan it. I came to the city and had a very bad time there. No one was willing to give me a decent job. Better than the starving I decided to drive rickshaw. Nothing has really changed during all those years. First there was only me who cursed that lack of money and comfort, now my two kids and wife bark along me”

I wasn’t able to see into the eyes of that man. I saw the real pain, I was learning what is known as regret, I was learning what a life those people live.

“The possibilities of growth are negligible for a person like me. You must have seen many people in your life, check the locality where u live. You must have noticed that the man from whom you purchased toffees in the childhood are still selling the same kind of toffees. The color of their hair has changed but the size of their shop is still the same. What do you think, don’t they want to progress. Indeed they want. But with the given unlimited responsibilities and limited resources all of them die in dark. They have keep doing the same thing from generations. Same routine, same people, same life, each day, every day”, the man was looking outside the window. It seemed as if he was able to visualize all that he is saying. I also started looking in the same direction hoping to understand and feel the same pain. But it was useless. I never can. The one who has gone through such tortures can only understand what those things mean. As a charted accountant I can never understand what he really means to say.

“I am sorry I am not used to tell all this to anyone. But you know what; I have something to say that will make your dropping head upright”, the man said looking at both of us.

A cheer came to the girl’s face but I was still calculating what that man said. May be my processing speed is much slow or may be I started doing many more calculations.

He continued, “I am coming from a private university of lucknow and I was there to fill up the form of Bachelor of Science. It was very hard for me because it’s been over 15 years I completed my 12^th standard. They putted me through a test and the physics and the chemistry professors took a personal interview over my repeated plea and finally they recommended me to the principal of the collage and today I have registered myself as a student there. I will pursue a private study over the subjects and will try to do my best in the part time.”

“What are you planning to do?”, those were my first words in last 1 hour of journey. I didn’t ask it consciously, the situation made me ask it and at that time getting the answer seemed most important to me.

“I have quit planning a long ago. I just do what I want to do. I wanted to study, so I filled up the forms on the first opportunity. But I will hope for the best, the best I can do is to set myself as an example for my own children, every other thing will be a plus”, he said.

The train slowed down its pace as it was approaching the Etawah junction. The man stood upright with a smiling face of a hero and bent down to pull his bag out.

“Are you departing?” the girl asked.

“yes, dear but it was nice to have a conversation with you. I just wanted to tell it to someone, not like an epic or any heroic story, I just wanted to tell you all this so that you can realize the value of time. You have got a seat in an IIT, please be fruitful for the technology. Give back what you have learned. You read not to earn money, you read it to take those studies to the next level. Contribute to the literature as it has given you a lot. Contribute to the mankind, every study you conduct must be helpful in the better living of the creatures of god. I will remember your face for the rest of my life”, he said it while queuing himself into the queue of departing people.

His last line was tuning with my thoughts.

क्या खोया,क्या पाया....

2011-06-15T22:19:00.003+05:30

"हद होती है बेटू, कितनी बार कहा था की चीजें संभाल के रखना.दिमाग कहाँ रहता है तुम्हारा ?"मेरा गुस्सा सातवें आसमान पर था.मसला मेरी नयी जींस का था जो मेरी बड़ी बेटी अपनी
स्कूल की ट्रिप पर लेकर गयी थी और हज़ार बार की हिदायत के बावजूद ,जैसा कि मुझे पूरा पूरा अंदेशा था,वो जींस अब खो चुकी थी."अब उठो ढूँढो और रखो इस किताब को.मैंने गुस्से से कहा.
वो अपनी मनपसंद किताब जो उसको एक दिन बाद वापस करनी थी छोड़ के,घबराई हुई से सारी अलमारियों मैं ढूँढने लगी.अब तक शायद उसको भी पता नहीं था कि उसने क्या कर दिया है.
"माँ,मैंने नहीं खोयी है,पक्के से रखी थी सामान में"उसने मेरा रौद्र रूप देख कर घबराते हुए कहा."अच्छा,तो मुझे शौक लगा है सारे घर में तांडव करने का? मेरा गुस्सा कम होने का
नाम ही नहीं ले रहा था.गुस्से मे मैं भी उसके साथ जींस ढूँढने की नाकाम कोशिश करने लगी.लेकिन जींस को न मिलना था न वो मिली..अफ़सोस,,गुस्से,लाचारी और जींस की यादों के साथ
मैंने अपना मन घर के रोज़ के कामों में लगाने की कोशिश की.पर उस प्यारी जींस की याद जैसे जाती ही नहीं थी.में बार-बार खुद पर झल्ला रही थी"आखिर मैंने वो जींस बेटू को दी ही क्यूँ?पर
अब तो बात हाथ से निकल चुकी थी.
गुस्से को शांत करने के लिए और आदत के अनुसार मैंने रेडियो ऑन कर दिया और घर के कामों में लग गयी.अचानक कुछ पहचाना सा कानों में पड़ा."कौन सा गाना है?" उत्सुकता के साथ रेडियो
के पास गयी.मेरे मनपसंद गाने के कुछ बोल कानो में पड़े...."जो मिल गया उसी को मुक़द्दर समझ लिया,जो खो गया में उसको भुलाता चला गया".....मिल गया...खो गया...? अन्दर कुछ हिल सा गया जैसे
"ये क्या कर रही थी में....एक जींस के लिए अपनी बेटी को इतना गुस्सा कर रही थी.ये क्यूँ नहीं सोचा वो सही सलामत वापस आयी है.बस से गयी थी,पहाडी रास्ता था,रात का सफ़र था.कभी भी कुछ भी
हो सकता था.आजकल कहाँ देर लगती है कुछ भी बुरा होने में वो भी लड़कियों के साथ.भगवान् का शुक्रिया अदा करने के बजाये में नाराज़ ही जा रहीं हूँ उस पर,वो भी एक जींस के लिए?"खुद पे और भी
ज्यादा गुस्सा आया.ये सोच कर की बेटू को थोडा सा और समझा कर इस किस्से को यहीं ख़तम करती हूँ तभी मेरी छोटी बेटी जो सारी बात को समझते हुए ,अपना भला चाहते हुए अब तक शांत थी,मेरे सामने
आयी और बड़े आराम से पूछा.."मम्मी क्या हुआ?" मैंने अपनी प्यारी जींस को याद करते ही कहा...."मेरी नयी जींस खो दी है दीदी ने.अब क्या करूँ?"उसने एक सेकंड को सोचा और मुस्कुराते ही जवाब दिया.
"माँ,शौपिंग":))
क्यूँ इस कदर मसले हम उलझाते हैं
की हंसने की वज़ह ढूंढे से भी न मिले......!!

A Walk In The Park........ By Devika Rawat

2011-06-15T22:16:00.001+05:30

"It was just another day,

A walk in the park,

The bright blue sky

And the fresh green grass

But the difference today

Was that this was no playground

But a vast park which stretched for

Miles and miles

And this was no walk through some ordinary park

It was a drive through a dream

Which I was living now.

In the park of my dreams.

This was not only a sanctuary

But also a bond with nature

It was not only an experience

But also an eye opener

The lush greenery

The pleasant fragrance

The sounds of life

And the feel of the wild

This was in all a package,

A heaven named Corbett."

It always lies within you

2010-12-24T01:05:00.003+05:30

At a fine evening, city clock was reading 5:45 PM. Sitting on the bench of a park, having a cigarette between his fingers he didn’t know if he was anti-meditating or what but he had millions of thought in his mind that time. It was a neem tree under which the stone bench was fixed. The bench read like a grave stone “shri Ram Narayan 1912-1980”. Roshan began to think the purpose of such bench advertising something. “Whom should I thank for bench, Late Shri Ram Narayan that he died in time and his family fixed a bench here in the park for me or to his family who are announcing his demise”, Roshan thought. Such thoughts came to the mind when you are so thoughtless that you start counting every breath you take. But for Roshan it works differently. Such thought comes to his mind when his mind is full of the most sublime riddles.
Suddenly something dropped on his head.
“Shit, how can these birds do this so freely and anywhere?”
Scared, he moved a finger in his hair. “Gosh, it’s a neemboli. Yellow, pulpy neemboli.”
“We don’t find apple trees in our parks in this part of India, otherwise it was a chance of discovering something,” he chuckled.
Wondering with his thoughts suddenly an exhausted old man in his sixties stopped in front of Roshan’s bench. He wasn’t too fast on his feet but it took few seconds to him to slow down and stop. He sat at one corner of the bench while Roshan sitting at the center.
Sitting beside Roshan the old man inhaled and exhaled deeply several times.
Gosh, I was here for peace and these old parasites can be found at every part of the world. Actually Roshan always hated the way old men preach.
“They can preach on almost everything, even on girls or on sex or on para-diving”, Roshan thought.
Irritated with his deep breaths finally Roshan said, “Uncle at this hour, it’s carbon di oxide you are deeply inhaling”
“Yeah, I know, and I also know that it’s purely oxygen that you are getting from this cigarette.”, he said in a careless tone.
“Gosh, I opened a window for him, now he will bore me to death”, Roshan thought.
“By the way, can I have one?”, old man asked roshan.
“What? Are you serious?”
“Yeah, I need to forget my girl friend”, Old man chuckled.
Smiling over the old man’s humor, Roshan said “Ok, but I guess it’s injurious for your health”, and he offered cigarette with light.
Old man lighted up the cigarette and took a puff and said, “Yeah I know, my lungs are not made of steel like yours”, smoke was still coming out of his mouth while he completed his sentence.
Roshan laughed.
“I like sarcasm”, Roshon said as if he was announcing it.
“Don’t be that sarcastic to yourself”, the old man said carelessly with a smile on his face.
Roshan begin laughing like a goose. “You are unbelievable”.
“Stop. Where have I heard it before.”, “where I heard it? , where I heard it ?”, Yeah, “I heard it from my girl friend”.
“Are you serious?”, Roshan asked in an astonishing tone.
“Yeah my wife was used to say this when she was my girl friend”
“ohhh, and now?”
“Now she believes me”, the old man said with a hint of laugh.
“great … ”, roshan laughed.
“So, what do you do young man?”, old man asked.
“I am pursuing my M.B.B.S, final year”
“ohhh .. that’s why you don’t care about smoking”, old man murmured sarcastically
“may be … ” , roshan replied with a smile
“What do you do?”
“I am done doing, I mean I m retired and I was used to be an engineer, a mechanical engineer”
There was a long pause as both of them were thinking about the other’s profession.
“you know what’s the difference between an engineer and a doctor?”, the old man asked.
“what’s similar, I mean both of them are very different jobs” , Roshan replied.
“No, we engineers mend what we have created and you mend what god has created”
“yeahh .. right, I have never thought like that before.”, Roshan was surprised.
“God created man or man created god? What say?”, the old man asked Roshan.
“Hey let’s not mess up with god u know. He has taught me many things”, Roshan said.
“Where does he run his coaching classes, are people of my age admissible?”, old man said plainly.
Next few moments passed in silence. Their cigarettes have been extinguished.
“God teaches us many things, it’s up to us if we understand it or not”, Roshan said looking at the bright yellow sky.
“Yeah surely, it’s always up to your learning and reading capabilities. By the way what you have learned in your short span of time. And ya, I am impressed to know that you believe in god as this generation of young man follow atheism like a vogue”
Roshan was gathering his thoughts. It took few moments before he speak “God has taught me the lesson of patience”, he finally uttered.
“Congratulations, you have learned it. My son, it take lives to learn that lesson of patience and I am happy for you. Can you explain me how god taught you this thing?”
“I always had many questions about everything. About human, about life, love, emotions, day, night, success, debacle, luck and many other intangible things. I asked most of them to internet and got satisfactory answers from many philosophers too. But during that span of time I was so irritated to get the reply that I abused and blamed god plethora of times. On every bad thing happened to me I abused and blamed god for it. I blamed my luck, I blamed it on every possible invisible thing.”
Rohsan continued “but after seeing a lot in my life while keeping mum god taught me patience. He doesn’t look in any haste to meet me. I am still alive. He is not impatient to answer my every abuse. He is not impatient to teach me a lesson. He is quite. He is calm. He has left me alone and he wants me to continue my abuses. You know what, I am really graced that my god is so patient. He has won my heart by not reacting. He has won my heart by not hitting me back.”
It was almost dark by now. None of them could clearly see the face of the other. Roshan could only see the shining white hair of the old man. He wasn’t looking at him. Old man turned his face to roshan, and in the most polite and calm words he said, “Isn’t this the first time you are thinking like this.”
“Yes”, roshan replied, “But how do you know that?”, roshan asked, His eyes widened.
“I come over here every day. I have seen you many times smoking over here. You are used to sit on the same bench under the same tree but this was the first time you noticed the bench. You come here infrequently, but I have noticed you every time you come. I have seen you doing nothing but smoking and looking here and there. I was anxious to know what’s wrong with you. I quit smoking when I was 45, almost 20 years back. But for you I smoked again today. Don’t worry it won’t harm me. But I wanted to know what’s wrong with you.”
“you know what son, we lose most of the fights of our life just because of this impatience. I am telling you this by my personal experience and I am not only preaching this to you. Once I read few pages of You can win by Shiv Khera, and I liked one of his preaching. It said something like "Winners don’t have more strength or more power it’s just that they continue fighting for few more moments while others quit”. Promise me that you won’t ever appear here again with a cigarette in your hand.
Roshan was completely lost. He didn’t have anything but to say “yes I promise, SIR”.
“Ok son, you have made my evening today. I am going to write down this whole conversation in my diary today so that I can cherish this evening any time I wish. “
“It’s dark now and I have to purchase something to eat before I get into my home, otherwise I will have to sleep empty stomach with my pet. “, the old man said.
Wishing him good night, Roshan saw him walking briskly and soon the man disappeared in the dark.
“what did he said, sleep with my pet??? He mentioned his wife too?? ” Roshan also started to move towards his home, suddenly he realized that old man only mentioned his wife as a girl friend to know his reactions over it. He just wanted to know whether it’s a girl for which Roshan was worried about.
“He lives alone, all alone”, Roshan thought before he rang the door bell of his home.

The Pivot

2010-08-18T01:48:00.003+05:30

The world never stopped for a fraction of second. When someone sleeps the other one wakes up. The world is moving with a pace which had never lowered itself down. Some philosophers claim that this creation, the world, is like a machine and we are just a small part of the system. They claim us to be the part of the machine. But every machine has a central element, the heart of the machine, the pivot; for which every part of the machine works. That central element is precious. There is no need for the other parts to work without that pivot element.

Now the question arises, what is the pivot around which the whole mass of the people working? Is everyone working for the progress of the world? Look around you and your answer will be sure NO. Some says that it’s curiosity of the man which is driving this world. Some says it’s doubt and the reasoning power of the man. They have their views about it. I won’t nod. According to me they are around the bullseye but not hitting it.

Man is selfish by nature. He can’t sacrifice himself over anything. Whatever human do intuitively or rationally he works for his selfish sake, for his own happiness. Yes this is the pivot the world is revolving around.

Now you will say “but I didn’t do all I have done for my happiness only …. but I did it for my parents … I did it for my children … I did it for my society … I did it for my nation … or I did it for the world … or the worst one, I did it because god wanted me to do it.”

I can quote all the above you have said more appropriately. “yes I did all I have done for my own happiness … because if I haven’t done that, then my parents would have been unhappy and I can’t see them unhappy because it makes me unhappy too … I did it for my children because if I hadn’t done that I would have made my children sad and I can’t see them sad as it makes me unhappy too… I am doing it because I believe in god and the world beyond this earth which people call heaven and hell so I am making my reservation confirmed in heaven because u know hell is HELL …. ”.

Now you have started thinking that all of the above sentences I quoted involves the word MY. “and what about that 100 Rs bill that I gave to a lame beggar I saw at railways station … I did it to make him happy .. ” … ooouuu u got me ?? right ?? Ok .. in this case I doubt whether you are a kind person or not but I surely can’t call you a miser. You got some relief by buying happiness for someone on the cost of 100 Rs., isn’t that cheap, I have heard about people who spends thousands of rupees to enjoy vacations for that happiness.

It’s really a human privilege to feel the happiness out of all the things he do and it’s really not shameful if you call yourself selfish. Your happiness must be your prime motive and it will be great if your loved ones can find your deed as a source of happiness for themselves.

What the world would have been if Sir Albert Einstine couldn’t find any joy in doing his researches? What the world would have been if there were no one who could find the happiness in fighting for the freedom of his own nation. Every human is like a star, looks very similar from a distance but have differences at their basic level. The sense of one’s happiness defines personality. It is the thing which suggests the adjective for a person which is placed just before the name of a man to give it a meaning.

KYA SACH MUCH MEHANGI HAIN KHUSHIYAN

2010-07-19T10:37:00.005+05:30

main sochoon kabhi akele main

jeevan k rele-pele main

kya sachmuch mehangi hain khushiyan?

ya maang hamari jyada hai.

har subah wahi munbhavan hai jo jeevan lekar atee hai,

kya rang chandni ka badla jo mun ko sheetal karti hai?

kya aaj hawa naraz huee,phoolon ne khilna chod diya?

ya kya nadiyon ne jharno ne masti main behna chod diya?

panchi ab pahle jaisa chu-chu ka shor nahin karte,

ya badal aaj shararat se barish is ore nahin karte?

jab koi chota bacha,yun hi dekhe aur muskaye

koi apna ya gair koi,asheerwad ek de jaye

choti si kisi zaroorat ko poora karna asan bane

kyun na bemani si ye baatain,khushiyon ka saman bane!

jo pyara ho wo pass rahe

'kuch acha hoga' ye aas rahe

koi wazah mile na rone ko

karan kum hai kush hone ko??

kya hai khushiyon ki paribhasha

kyun itni mushkil wo bhasha

fir kyun koi ye kehta hai

chota sa dil choti asha!!

kya paimana hai khushiyon ka

haan! itna mile to kafi hai

thoda kum ho to mafi hai

na mile to nainsaafi hai!!

ye prashn kathin inke uttar,jane koi kab layega

khushiyon ki ghum ki ulat-fer,ye jeevan chalta jayega!

main sochoon kabhi akele main........

ruchi rawat

The grace world has lost.

2010-07-04T01:19:00.005+05:30

“Daddy!!! “, little Arjun ran down the hall to the armchair his daddy was resting on after a long day at office.

“humm”, his father nodded without exercising his shut eyelid.

“look daddy, what I have drawn”

“ohh .. let’s see what my little Picaso has drawn today”.

With a little struggle with his posture his dad took the drawing sheet into his hand and had a quick look over the drawing his 7 year old son has made. The boy was curious, his performance was being measured and he was already giggling expecting a quick result. His father has always been happy to see his paintings and even has appreciated and encouraged his performances of wax drawing.
But today his father was silent rather disappointed. His father took his spectacles from the table and took a closer look into his drawing.

Now Arjun was anxious.

His drawing pictured 5 giant skyscrapers, far away in vision, having a very little distance between them. They were colored differently with bright colors. Above a skyscraper half sun was visible. The half visible sun was filled with bright yellow color showering full rays, depicted by lines, all around. Nearby the sun, Arjun drew a black helicopter which was going from above the skyscrapers. Below the skyscraper Arjun drew few roads with cars racing each other. The drawing was satisfactory despite lacking some kind of neatness and few colors with which the buildings were colored. Little cars were yet to be colored.

After having a look at the drawing Arjun’s father remembered his childhood days. He remembers what they were used to draw when they were asked to draw some scenery. In their drawings there were mountains which Arjun replaced with skyscrapers, there have been an orange colored morning sun, which was used to be depicted as a friend of earth not the enemy. There have been some birds in the sky which Arjun replaced with the helicopter and there were green lush grounds in which children were pictured happy playing some game and there have been a lake aside. That was the picture of the days which they could imagined the best.

Father was still silent, he took his spectacles off.

“I know I haven’t colored it properly yet” Arjun said.

“Give it back, let me color it more properly and I m sure you will like it then”, Arjun clinched his drawing sheet back in a flash and rushed back to his room.

His father came into his previous relaxed posture, realized how far today’s generation is from the natural beauty. This generation doesn’t know how great it is to be surrounded by the nature. How beautiful the sun looks when it is orange. What does the shadow of a tree mean when an exhausted traveler rests under it? How cool and how quenching is the water of a pot. How melodious a cuckoo sings and what a swarm of birds in the sky look like. These kids are far away from the gifts of the nature.

“How different their world is? He only knows what I have made known to him.”, he spoke in his mind.

With this thought next day his father woke up at 6:00 AM and took Arjun to the terrace of their apartment which was the roof of the 15th floor. From there Arjun's father tried to show him the sky he never cared of. Arjun's father really tried to convince Arjun over the view of the world he had in his eyes. Then accompanied with Arjun he went for a long drive into the woods of the city where the mankind would have hopefully left something for Arjun to be learned and admire.

tushar... as u turned 25 today:)

2010-06-27T12:12:00.005+05:30

bachpan kab ka peeche choota,ab hain jeevan k hain rang naye
nayi subah naya janmdiwas,har din jeene k dnang naye.

hai aaj tumhara janmdiwas,beete poore pachees(25)varsh,
khush rahi sada tan se mun se,faile jeewan main sada harsh.

ashirwad badon ka ho,choton se hardam pyar mile,
jab jeeto khushi manana tum,na gum karna jo haar mile.

jeewan ki bhool-bhuliya main sukh-dukh to aate jate hain,
maan sada unka rakhna jo dukh main sath nibhate hain.

ho varshganth shub-mangalmay,din beete masti aur pyar bhara.
asha hai mun ko bhayega,ye chota sa uphaar mera.

HAPPY BIRHTDAY

RUCHI:)

My first white hair

2010-06-23T17:37:00.004+05:30

Chapak .. chapak … I was washing my face in the washbasin.

Swiping my face with my hands from eyes to chin, I looked into the mirror. My hair are always disheveled, I thought. I used my hands to settle them down, these should go to the left and these should be on the right portion of my head. Why do we have so much hair on our head as compared to other living beings I thought, maybe these are there to hide what is going in the mind. As other species have little mind and small thoughts so they don’t need hair. But why do the girls have more hair than boys? Maybe they have few highly confidential things in their mind and those long hair are for the security purposes. I smiled with thought in mind.

These silly hair can’t settle, I m doing this to you from almost last 25 years don’t you guys know whether you belong to the right or to the left; I said to few of them. 25 years, yes I will be 25 this 27^th june I remembered. But what’s new in this. On the next moment a hair got my notice. First I confused it with some other shiny thing but when I tried to pick it up I figured out it to be a hair. Ohhh. So this is new on this 27^th june. A smile came to mind, not on the face, it was in the mind that I have stepped into the world of matures. Now I need to be more sophisticated, no one would allow me to do mistakes; I only will be responsible for what I do. More age, more experience of the world, more liabilities to bear and lot more. It is always very difficult to being right always.

“Only dogs will accompany us in the restaurant”, one of my friends shouted. He snapped the swarm of thoughts coming to my mind and reminded me that I was washing my face as I have to go to a restaurant to have dinner tonight.

“We will also find some drunkards, don’t worry”, I replied in a high pitch.

“I counted them with dogs”, my friend replied and with a laugh I came out of the washroom.

All three of us hurried to the restaurant. While the way I thought that now I must start practicing sophistication. But I am dressed up like a boy, not like a gentleman I thought. No, it’s not about your dress, it’s all about reacting, I contradicted.

We reached the restaurant.

“By the way what’s your age Akhilesh”, I asked one of my friend.

“27, but why?”, he replied.

“No, I just asked like that. Nothing serious” I replied.

“And how about your age Ashish “, I asked.

“It’s 28, going to be 29 soon, but what’s the matter with you”, he asked.

“No, I m just wondering you guys are over 25 and still you do all the things a young man do, don’t you guys think that you need to show some maturity in day to day life, how can you still be raucous while laughing and how you can still play the computer games, how you can still put your right hand over your heart when you see a sizzling girl passing by and how you can still smoke on the road. Don’t you find such things immature which should be left when you steps in this phase of life. I mean we know all these things don’t worth, staring at a girl, passing on the fake smile, and then on the next moment putting your hand on your friend’s shoulder and saying pathetically that I will be a better man if I will get her in my life. I mean we are doing this from last 10 years and that time was a fun for sure. But now? ”

Both of them looked down at their plates and start eating.

“So what shall we do, should we start calling every girl BETI?” Akhliesh said.

All of us shared the laugh.

We can utter some dialogues to show superiority like “beta yeh kaam toh hum bachpan mein kar k chod chuke hai”, Akhilesh said.

Pointing to the few white hair Ashish said “beta yeh baal dhoop mein safed nahi huye hai”

With age you gets respect, doesn’t matter you deserve it or not. It is also a phase to live and its immutable.

I was almost convinced. And I said it with a smile of satisfaction ”After all having a large number in your account is advantage, may it be the no. of rupees in your bank account or may it be the age.”

Later in the night, lying in the bed, I counted if there are any fronts where I need to be mature from now. And I counted them to none. I have always been mature enough. I was always aware of being socially and individually right. I never took anything for granted not even the fun. I always knew its worth. Although fun doesn’t worth the life but life is worthless without fun. We have fun to be ecstatic for a moment. We laugh on idiotic things to have some light moments in the life forgetting the burdensome tasks we do daily. Fun doesn’t has to do anything with age.

“But I need to change something this b’day. Not every b’day is your 25^th bday”, I thought. Let’s call it special and take a resolution. But what?

What would I change from my 25^th b’day?

After a long series of idea->yes? No. Idea->yes? No; I concluded -

I would surely stop ignoring the hair dye and hair color advertisements on tv.

This answer was enough to bring a smile in my mind and on my face too.

I wish my father quarrel with my mom every day:

2010-06-10T02:57:00.007+05:30

Leaping to keep up the pace, clutching the index figure of his dad, little Arjun took a small jump of exhilaration in the air. After few steps to the parking bay he asked his dad the same question which has not been answered by his father since evening “Dad, how often we can enjoy like this”. Without saying a word his father kept walking to the car. In between the drive to their home Arjun kept on cherishing the few hours he spend the day out with his dad. He had a visit to an amusement park where he did all the fun he wanted to do for months. He remembered of the Roller coaster ride he had few months back when he visited the same park with his parents. Today the excitement was doubled when he made a new friend in the park and had the same roller coaster ride again. At the front seat of his car he was still feeling the same excitement.

After having a lot of fun in the amusement park Arjun and his father had a terrific dinner at a restaurant. The dinner was all Arjun’s pick. He was so very happy that evening because after a long pleading to his father and mother Arjun finally did all he asked his parents for. Arjun was almost blond, well mannered, fair skinned 6 year old boy. He was known for his sensibility at this age. His loneliness has made him independent of any help, all a 6 year old boy need to have, to finish his daily chores. With both the parent working, Arjun had a lot of time to spend alone and think about himself. He had to spend almost 6 hours with their house help maid waiting his parents to arrive home from the work. While his mother’s timings were almost fixed and she arrives daily at 8 PM, his father’s work had no particular timing to reach the home. But he always tried to finish all his work till 9 PM and that was the time when they had a formal family meeting while the dinner after which Arjun was asked to sleep with the house help as he has to arise early in the morning for the school. This was the daily routine of the family members among whom the maid was the only one who had to bear the major responsibilities of Arjun.

But today was Arjun’s the favorite day. The Sunday; the day when his all family have to be at the home for the whole day long. When the car took the final turn to reach the home, the pathetic thought of abiding the same old pathetic daily routine swarmed to his mind. But the pleasure continued. After reaching the home Arjun’s dad followed Arjun to his room. Arjun had a separate room in the big apartment where he was supposed to be with the maid during the night too. But today was a special day. Arjun’s dad ordered the maid to sleep somewhere else as he decided to sleep with Arjun. While giggling in the bed with his dad, lying keeping his head over his arm, sharing his innocent experiences, talking about his friends and teachers at school, Arjun read a lot of affection in his dad’s eyes. Suddenly he stopped while talking about one of his friend. When you are at the end of a very pleasant experience, the thought of its end seems to be the end of the world to you. The same thought snapped Arjun too. The same question came to his mind again and he again and finally he asked it to his dad again, “Dad, how often we can have the same fun we had today”. His definition of fun was all about the time he had with his father today. It wasn’t more about the amusement park, nor was it more about his favorite dishes.

“Very often”, his dad replied to placate him keeping his eyes into his.

Arjun was quite. Even when he got the answer in his favor he was expressionless. May be he couldn’t trust the answer his father gave to him.

After a moment of silence Arjun spoke, “I wish you to quarrel mother everyday”. Arjun turned aside removing his dad’s arm under his head, and turned off the lights.

Arjun’s dad went in the journey to the past to figure out what went wrong in the past years when he did almost everything in his power to keep his son happy.

Arjun was still awake. After a long duration, in the dark room, without changing his posture he said, “You share bed with me only when you have some issues with the mother and this is why I want you to quarrel mother every day”.

His dad was speechless. Speechless and balked with the immutable truth his son said. He tried to feel the pain his child had in his heart. But the time you are adult you become impotent to feel such emotions which can only spurt out in a child’s heart. The whole night he kept thinking “can I obviate the problem by sleeping with my kid every night”. The answer was NO. This was the most logical, amiable agreeable and pragmatic thing to be done according to his dad.

But this was not all his son needed to be happy. The mistake has been done. And no one was going to forget it.

Next day Arjun ripped away all the pages from his wish book and on the first page of it there was a new entry with black sketch pen which read “I WISH MY FATHER QUARREL WITH MY MOM EVERY DAY”

The beauty of night

2010-05-26T23:54:00.008+05:30

Oh night,

My night,

Why do I love you so much?

Is it the absoluteness I love about you?

Or your primness is such?

Why do you look so beautiful?

As I can’t take my eyes off from you?

Is it the immaculate face of yours,

Or your ornaments make it so.

Stars ask me to become naughty,

Moon reminds me to smile;

The breeze asks me to feel love,

And that vivid white light asks me to be worthwhile.

Those stars,

There is a lot they mean,

Few of them are aligned like diamonds in a necklace

And the brightest one at the middle of your face becomes your nose pin.

That moon,

It has an eternal smile,

Sometimes coquettish,

Like a girl’s smile when she is teased by her lover,

Sometimes enchanting,

Which portraits it in my eyes.

Gentle breeze asks me to feel you,

To the depth of my heart;

It gives me a clue of your embrace,

And tells me we are not apart.

The white light you shower

is your love to me,

Which gives me strength in order,

To conquer the odds and live apart from thee.

Oh night my wonderful night,

When I walk with you;

You answer all my questions,

And calms each aggravated issue.

GOD AND THE DOORMAT....

2010-05-23T15:44:00.004+05:30

GOD AND THE DOORMAT.....

roz ki tarah aj bhi subah k walk se ghar wapas aa rahi thi.apne flat k darwaze pe pahunchi to achanak nazar padi darwaze par pade purane doormat par.
"oho,fir isko badalna bhool gayi"khud se hi shikayat karte huey maine faisla kiya" aj yahi kaam karti hoon sabse pahle".chai peene ki icha ko thoda dabate
maine naye paavdaan ki khoj shuru kar di."kahan rakh diya?abhi 2 din pahle hi to khareeda hai bazar se?"thodi mehnat k baad wo naya doormat dikh gaya
mujhe.halki si smile ayi chehre pe aur maine us purane doormat ki jagah naye ko di. apni pasand ko mun hi mun saraha.wapas mudne hi wali thi ki ek awaz ne
mujhe chaunka diya..."hata do isko wahan se"?maine palatkar dekha.meri sasu maa shakal pe..YE KYA GAZAB KAR DIYA...wala bhv lekar mere peeche khadi
thi. "kya hua maa" "are bhagwan hain wahan.sabk pair padenge".bhagwan...!! doormat pe?!! mujhe laga jaise koi mazak kiya hai unhone.maien ashcharya se
doormat ki taraf dekha...kahan hain bhagwan aur 10 sec k ander hi mujhe bhagwan mil bhi gaye(azeeb baat hai kyun log apni sari zindagi bhagwan ko dhoondne main
laga dete hain).doormat pe bane galaxy print aur uspe bane muskurate huey sooraj ki tasveer ko mei sasu maa ne bhagwan maan liya tha.sooraj devta....!!
"oh,to ye hain bhagwan"sasu maa chali gayi apne mandir unk bhagwano ko khush karne aur main wahin khadi reh gayi.achanak vicharon ka jwalamukhi fut pada...

kya sach main ye sooraj ki tasveer main bhagwan hain?
jab har taraf bhagwan itni asani se milte hain to fir kyun aaj tak bhagwan ko koi dhoond nahin paya?
hum bhagwan ko dekh nahin sakte ya fir dekhna nahin chahte?
kyun hum nahin dekh pate bhagwan ko un hazaron bhooke bachon main jo hamare har ore hain,un gareeb be-sahara logon main jink pass na rahne ko ghar hai
na khane ko khana.jinke pass ek purana doormat bhi nahin hai jisko bicha kar wo so sakain!!!

achanak mujhe kuch din pahle akhbaar main padi huee kuch khabrain yaad ayi.kisi bhakt ne shirdi sai baba k mandir main 100kg ka sinhaasan chadaya tha.
ek aur bhakt ne tirupati bajaji ko heeron se jada hua virtue ka cell ph secretly donate kiya tha.(bhagwan ko bhi cell ph ki zaroorat padti hai kya?)koi un bhakt se
pooche is cell ph k sirf ek heere se kitne bhooke insano ka pet bhar sakta hai,kitne anpad bache school ja sakte hai.kitne gareebon ko ghar mil sakta hai?

hum bhagwan ko kush karne k liye vrat,upwas.pooja-path kya kuch nahin karte.kabhi kabhi to 9-10 din lagatar! kya hum un 9 dino main kuch gareeb anath
bachon ko khana nahin khila sakte? kya ye bhagwan ki pooja se badkar nahin? hazaron,lakhon rupaye hum devi-devtaon ki moorty banane maine kharch
kar dete hain,fir wahi moorti hum tyohaar khatam hone par khushi se pani main baha dete hain wahi kisi anathashram ko daan dene main ya kisi bache ki
padai ko sponsor karne main kyun itna sochte hain?! tan,mun,dhan se bhagwan ki sewa karne k jagah hum bhagwan k banaye un zarooratmand insano k liye
kyun nahin tan,mun,dhan lagate.

achanak mujhe yaad aya. maine sadak pe lage ek board se besahara bachon k ek shelter ka no. liya tha.kyun main nahin gayi aaj tak wahan...?khade kahde maine
us din ka doosra faisla kiya.aaj hi wahan baat karoongi aur jald hi bachon k liye kuch zaroor karoongi.

vicharon k silsila khatam nahin hota agar ek aur awaz muje wapas nahin kheenchati."mom we r leaving"meri dono betiyan darwaze per thi school jane k liye tyar
"wow mom! thats a nice door mat"choti ne kaha. "acha kyun nahin hoga.usmain bhagwan jo hain." maine muskurate huey socha aur ghar k ander aa gayi.

Wanna sale certainty ... ??

2010-05-15T12:11:00.005+05:30

What does it take to sale certainty in this uncertain world; to the uncertain people with the uncertain mind? what? Its certainty. Certainty? is that your answer? ... Yes, you just need to be certain that you can sale it and the people will agree upon it. That's the part confidence play. The counter term for certainty is the uncertainty. You got to negate it too. Its the human nature they offend you often with their uncertainty.
let's take a short example ...

You are in good mood, your wife asks you to go out for a movie. You say "yehh .. why not." just promptly. You said it .. now the next thought that comes to your mind is the phone call your friend made an hour ago asking you to play table tennis today and you nodded him too.
You take your eyes off from your wife and the next moment you again look to her and say "yehh .. we will go .. get ready" plainly, thinking of that your friend will understand but your wife won't and you sacrifice your tennis match which you were waiting for the whole week. Now you are certain that you want to go with your wife ... although it took a lot but still you are certain that your friend will understand and you may have some good time with your wife. You are certain now .. quite certain.

Now your wife who is a very very very keen observer noticed you taking your eyes off after the first nod. she says "Are you sure bob ... you really wanna go ?"

Now a doubt comes to your mind .. you asks yourself again .. "do i really really wanna go with her ?" ..
"Man can do some sacrifices too .. and yes i should go with her .. come on .. i have said yes to her a moment before and after all with whom the else she is supposed to go out with ..", your soul speaks and you say "yes darling ... we shall go", this time with a genuine smile over your face.

"We shall go or we must go, you are always so uncertain bob ..?"
you are quite.. smile gone .. just taking a breath to utter that "you want to go and we should leave", but your thought gets snapped ... and your wife says "aahaaan .. i got it .. you were talking to Bill few minutes ago and you said the same words to him too .. that we shall go .. how mean you are", your wife frowns at you.

Now you are looking for a holy god's picture on the walls of the room .. she snaps again ..
"You know what bob ... i m feeling this from last few weeks ... you don't love me any more .. and no matter what you say .. i know its true .. you really don't love me any more"

You see .. how your certainty has been turned upside down with the huge uncertainty your partner carries in his/her mind. Now that is the thing where your confidence ends.

Next thing in such cases that you need more than anything else in the world is the courage ... the courage to take your wife out with you despite of her bad mood. Courage to speak sorry all the way long to the restaurant. Courage to buy a box of chocolate for her as she likes it with a thought that she can also use it as something to hit you with ... so pal .. go with the courage .. i wish you luck ...

remember the moral .. " To sale the certainty you need to cut the uncertainty off " .. as in our above short conversation ..

Bob just needed to say "NO honey ... bill called again ... his stomach is upset and he can't play the game .. so get ready .. even i was about to ask you out ... " not a word less not a word more .. he just had to say it ... falsely ..

Leave !!

2010-05-09T14:00:00.007+05:30

My most loved heart tenant,
It’s the time when you should leave,
I don’t bother about the happiness

And you don’t bother about another place to live.

you got the world with you,

You got the space,

Don’t care for me as you never did

May you find for what you do race.

You are a good painter,
Without permissions,
You painted walls of my room,
some with bright colors which i like

And some with the black which i hate.

You have certainly given patches to my walls
which will always remain the same,
leaving no space for any other girl in my heart

You made it what it has became.

The room will be locked,
You have one of the key,
You may walk in whenever you want,
I will throw away mine to the depth of the sea.

Misery: All that left is a tale to tell

2010-04-25T18:02:00.003+05:30

Chapter 1

“These kids won’t let me live my life with ease. Now, where has deepu gone?” deepu’s mom asked his elder brother in a partial angry tone.
“I don’t know, he went to buy some snacks”, replied his brother carelessly.
“He must be playing with the kids round the corner of the street, go and bring him back to the home. It has been more than an hour he is out in this chilling weather. ”, deepu’s mother said in an apprehensive tone.
15 minutes later deepu’s brother was back with lot of concern and worry on his face.
“I couldn’t find him anywhere mom. He is not in easy approach”
“What, where he could be, it’s 7 PM and already dark outside and … he was not wearing woolen clothes when he was leaving”, this time that courageous lady was horrified.
The day was 14th jan 1998. Deepu lived with his family in a town named Killa Pardi, district Valsad, Gujrat. Deepu’s father was a rich businessman and everyone in that district knew every member of their family. Deepu was just 13 and half year old that time. A kid, with lot of innocence, sincerity and calm on his face was missing. That time when deepu left the home, he was wearing a shirt and a half pant. He was out to buy some somasa against a hundred rupee note.
One hour ago, Deepu was kidnapped by two men who asked him the way to some street. When deepu was telling the correct way to reach their destination to one of them, other man suffocated deepu with chloroform. Deepu went faint.
It was 10 PM when deepu opened his eyes and found himself wrapped in a blanket sitting between the two men inside a train. Deepu felt something stinging at his back. It was a knife. The man with heavy mustaches, weird hair and stinking smell said in a low voice, “keeping quite will keep you alive”. The next moment two silent tears started their journey reflecting the white light of the compartment. Those two steaks were showing deepu’s lament for his fate. The next figure that came to Deepu’s mind was the figure of a lady who was weeping surrounded by his father, brother, uncles and aunts. People say that a mother always know what’s there in the heart of their kids but that small kid correctly pictured his mother back at home. Deepu wished if this was a dream. But that pinch of knife made him realize that horrifying tragedy. Deepu was wrapped in the blanket with a man who introduced himself as his father to the other passengers. He told the other passengers that deepu was sick and they are taking him to the city to consult a doctor. Deepu watched helplessly at the old women, a child of the same age group and 2 men sitting right in front of him. The Old woman was already in sleep, the child was at the window seat busy watching nothing outside and two men discussing the weather. Deepu heard a voice from nowhere stating that the train is going to arrive at Surat.
At his home family members and close relatives were tired of searching him at every possible place they could imagine. It has been more than four hours their beloved kid was missing. Few of them suggested his father to report the police station. His mother was continuously weeping sometimes loud and sometimes silently. Nobody ate anything and nobody at his home slept that night. It was midnight and the whole colony was talking about the missing deepu. Several thoughts were crossing everyone’s mind every second. But nobody talked about anything wrong that could happen with their sweet heart. It was all silence that filled the house. Only cries and “he will be back” were the sounds that broke that raucous silent laughter of misery that night.
Listless and lethargic Deepu slept again with dry lips and half dry tears in his eyes.
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The child I miss!!

2010-04-12T01:13:00.005+05:30

The child smiled gaily when he saw a blue colored elephant, yellow colored lion, red monkey and a black colored horse revolving above his head. All of them were tied to the ring with the help of a thread. And the ring was also tied to the rod of the cradle. The animal toys were far from the approach of the baby. But the smile was so genuine which made me doubt if the animals were giggling with him. The baby was amused with it. The baby I am talking about is just 8 months old. He can move around the house on his knees. I cajoled the activities of the child. I sat him free on the floor and rolled away his red football. The boy was looking at the ball very carefully. And the moment ball stopped at the other corner of the room he took a glance over me to show the rage. He dropped the toy he was playing with and with all his strength he reached the ball more quickly than I imagined. He reached the ball; picked it up with both hands and I saw a winsome smile over his face.
I just can't think of any other word but the love. The boy was in love, was in love with the world, with the things around him, his mother, father, anyone who picked him up in his hands, with the milk bottle, toys, with the television, with the cradle and even with the floor. He loved each one of them equally.
Once i was a child too. Was I in love with those things? I don't remember clearly. The things I loved and I remember were my cricket bat, my football, my blue ranger cycle, my colony friends, the cricket matches I played and my family members. Just those and the list is over. Really, i can't think of any other thing.
Now on the day I am writing all this I can't count anything other than my family which I love, just nothing. Every other thing has a better replacement. Laptop, bike, house, friends … yes even the friends, except the few diamonds.
What happened to that child I was talking about? I must have been like that. What happened to that young boy I remember? I don't know. I don't hate anything, but equally I also can't love a thing. What is the thing that mutated me into tushar Sharma you know? Nothing must has changed. My parents still love me the same way they loved me when I was born. I can buy all of those things who would have amused me if I were a baby. What the hell I gained to lose that feeling? The only answer I can pragmatically utter is the Rationality and the truth. These are the villeins I blame.
Who took my open smile of attraction, who took my grin; why my crackle wore a silence, why I became prim?