Extravagant Thoughts

Until you have lost your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was!

2016-05-17T00:21:00.001+05:30

Hello,

This is interesting to see that out of nowhere after one or two year you suddenly remember that you have a blog of your own. Above all you promised hundred times that you will keep updating it from time to time. But, here.....

Yes, few of you can relate to this feeling of ignoring your blog and promises done to it like i do.

Any ways, i am back here without any promises this time. It's just that this space gives me a sense of stress buster and after blabbering all the nonsense here, i feel relaxed. This is really interesting for me to see how i am moving in some unexpected directions. A jobless goal and a goalless job, that's all i have in my pocket right now. But i am at the best of my 20s and so many stories to recite.

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Right now sitting here, under this moon and a passing cloud in a silent night i wonder how your life changes with every night. Why things change, why thoughts change, above all why we change?

There must be lot of things and circumstances that changed my life and me down the years but can you ever believe how drastically a book can change your life. Yes it do. That's what i remember the day i started reading the novel 'Gone With The Wind.' And how things changed for me after it.

Well, how much people shun this novel saying it is just an another romantic story. For me it is not. I realised something else after reading that novel. This book deserves a single reading atleast. Reading more than 1000 pages of this novel is worth, how much people flip first few pages of it saying it goes too much into description session of characters, parents, grandparents, blah, blah. But everything in this novel makes sense. A reality on the face.

When i read this novel in 2012, it added a different kind of confidence in me. Of course it comes to you automatically when you read about a girl of 16 who is just interested in luxuries of life and beaus, is suddenly making promises to struggle till her last breath but in all the wrong ways.

It gets intriguing to see how a heroine of a novel who is supposed to be all good and sweet according to formula of a romantic genre is not at all like the one. She is selfish, clever and of course she knows how to survive with all her business mind and tough attitude.

Margaret Michelle who wrote this novel said that she wrote only about 'gumption' in this novel. I believe, yes she did so. You would love how heroine and hero of this novel are so much practical not because they are born like that, but because the circumstances made them one. You suddenly start loving all the cruel actions and rude tones of this heroine in the process of reading. Why?

And you find the answers in few of the popular dialogues of this novel. You love to see how this girl of 16 promises herself to live to the fullest saying 'Damn' to everyone. Because she knows what life is and how hard it gets if you hear everyone else making decision for you. You love to see how the writer appreciates the wrong doings of her characters here just because mistakes make you human.

There are times when you have to shun your responsibilities for better things in life. So that you have stories to tell when you become grandparents and parents. Well i can write a term paper on this novel but for time being here are few dialogues from this novel that will tell you exactly what i want to say in this post and mind it, if you follow them you will be kind to yourself.

So the first one is -

"After all... tomorrow is another day"

and when you think you are being too responsible remember this one -

“Burdens are for shoulders strong enough to carry them”

When you think hardship are only in your life then say to yourself -

“Hardships make or break people”

And when you are scared of committing mistake and of taking risks -

“It was better to know the worst than to wonder”

And before taking any decision if you are thinking what people will say remember this -

“Until you've lost your reputation, you never realise what a burden it was or what freedom really is”

Taken a decision and went wrong then think about this -

“Never pass up new experiences , They enrich the mind"

Well if you faced all the worst in life then you have changed into this person so do not fear any more -

“Child, it's a very bad thing for a woman to face the worst that can happen to her, because after she's faced the worst she can't ever really fear anything again.

So if you are scared of leaving the rat race think about this twice, it's nothing new -

“That is the one unforgivable sin in any society. Be different and be damned!”

And after all this, if you manage to survive then smile because this one is your future -

“Make up your mind to this. If you are different, you are isolated, not only from people of your own age but from those of your parents' generation and from your children's generation too. They'll never understand you and they'll be shocked no matter what you do. But your grandparents would probably be proud of you and say: 'Theres a chip off the old block,' and your grandchildren will sigh enviously and say: 'What an old rip Grandma must have been!' and they'll try to be like you.”

So start young, start now, join the race of damned ones who live on their own terms because once a moment passed never comes back like the passing cloud-

“Now you are beginning to think for yourself instead of letting others think for you. That’s the beginning of wisdom.”

So on this note i am closing this post under the passing cloud thinking that i am not the one i was 5 years back . So, ~~take care~~ , naah, stop caring!!

Aaj Phir

2014-05-09T00:25:00.001+05:30

When a long yearning to write down something gets its place on paper then it feels like this -

aaj phir kahin paton mein sar saraht hai,

aaj phir kahin miti mein saundha pan sa hai,

aisa kya hua jo baarish ki har boond nayi si hogayi

aur

aaj phir wahi purani bheeg jane ki chahat hai...

aaj phir kahin shabdon ko purone ki jarurat hai,

aaj phir kahin ehsaas ko sanjon rakne ki arju hai,

aisa kya hua jo har lamhe ko ek raag mil gaya

aur

aaj phir unhi kaagzon par khud ko bayaan karne ka junoon hai...........

aaj phir sun rahi hun dil ke kisi kone ki aawaj,

aaj phir keh rahi hoon dabe sapno ki purani wo baat,

aisa kya hua jo armaano ko raaste mil gaye

aur

naye nazariye se khud ko samjhane ke afsaane mil gaye.

Chaap Tilak Sab Cheeni

2013-11-25T16:22:00.002+05:30

A Qawaali composed by poet Amir Khusro.Though it was basically written in "Braj" language (a dialect that comes under Hindi language) but here i have copied it down in three languages in which it is available.

Persian

چھاپ تلک سب چھینی رے موسے نیناں ملاكے
بات اگم کہہ دینی رے موسے نیناں ملاكے
محبت بھٹی کا مدوا پلاكے
متواري کر لينهي رے موسے نیناں ملاكے
گوری گوری بييا، ہری ہری چوڑیاں
بييا پکڑ ہر لينهي رے موسے نیناں ملاكے
زور زور جاؤں میں تورے رنگ رجوا
آپ کی سی رنگ دينهي رے موسے نیناں ملاكے
خسرو نظام کے بل بل جائے
موهے سهاگن كينهي رے موسے نیناں ملاكے
چھاپ تلک سب چھینی رے موسے نیناں ملاكے
بات عجب کہہ دینی رے موسے نیناں ملاكے

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Hindi(Braj)

छाप तिलक सब छीनी रे मोसे नैना मिलाइके
बात अगम कह दीनी रे मोसे नैना मिलाइके
प्रेम भटी का मदवा पिलाइके
मतवारी कर लीन्ही रे मोसे नैना मिलाइके
गोरी गोरी बईयाँ, हरी हरी चूड़ियाँ
बईयाँ पकड़ हर लीन्ही रे मोसे नैना मिलाइके
बल बल जाऊं मैं तोरे रंग रजवा
अपनी सी रंग दीन्ही रे मोसे नैना मिलाइके
ख़ुसरो निजाम के बल बल जाए
मोहे सुहागन कीन्ही रे मोसे नैना मिलाइके
छाप तिलक सब छीनी रे मोसे नैना मिलाइके
बात अजब कह दीनी रे मोसे नैना मिलाइके

Chhāp tilak sab chīnī re mose nainā milāike
Bāt agam keh dīnī re mose nainā milāike
Prem bhaṭī kā madvā pilāike
Matvālī kar līnhī re mose nainā milāike
Gorī gorī baīyān, harī harī chuṛiyān
baīyān pakaṛ har līnhī re mose nainā milāike
Bal bal jāūn main tore rang rajvā
Apnī sī kar līnhī re mose nainā milāike
Khusro Nijām ke bal bal jaiye
Mohe suhāgan kīnhī re mose nainā milāike
Bāt adham keh dīnī re mose nainā milāike

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English translation

You've taken away my looks, my identity, by just a glance.
By making me drink the wine from the distillery of love
You've intoxicated me by just a glance;
My fair, delicate wrists with green bangles in them,
Have been held tightly by you with just a glance.
I give my life to you, Oh my cloth-dyer,
You've dyed me in yourself, by just a glance.
I give my whole life to you Oh, Nijam,
You've made me your bride, by just a glance.

Don't Quit

2013-11-11T21:53:00.002+05:30

It goes on,it goes on... till you are alive.

Yes, life comes with its unexpected and expected struggles and experiences but we go on.In one single day we use to experience so many moments and we don't tend to to notice them.Just go with it once.

Just one day take few minutes to write down all the happenings of 24 hours of a day,and you will see what actually life tells you and somewhere makes you to do so many things with it... i mean actually somewhere you are moulding your life ,everday yourself and you don't tend to think of it.

I do it everyday,what about you?
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Whatever you try,
i will not quit.
Shackle me till i cry,
i will not quit ....

i am born to fly,
how much you set limits for me,

i have sharp eyes set on my prey,
whatever you jabber,
i will not quit.

i am a wanderer,
left my home to rise..
how down i fall ... i will not quit.

A Thought

2013-11-08T20:47:00.001+05:30

WORDS

2013-11-08T20:28:00.001+05:30

Live,Sleep and Read

World of literature is just amazing.Whether there is a meaning of every word or not but it has a pleasure attach with it always.It seems like a mirror which shows different reflections due to our different perceptions.

When

2013-03-08T20:17:00.000+05:30

I know there are many words that can define life.....dream,journey,struggle and what not.But most important is the fact what makes you to live it.And so here is something for those people who live it for some or the other thing..that hope which make them to go on,who live it for someone they want to share every moment with,to support them and sometimes for their emotions.....

when whole world goes round,
and no one is around,
i think of you;
when silence could be heard in crowd,
when eyes are closed,
and darkness is all to be found,
i think of you
just you and only you...

when i walk on a lonely road,
and want to share my paces with someone,
i think of you;
when i fall and no one helps me to stand,
i think of you,
when so many grouses come from people,
and no one to solve them,
i think of you;
when i talk aloud and everyone is there to hear,
but no one to understand me,
i think of you;
when there is nothing to care for,
but still i take it for granted,
that someone,somewhere must be thinking about me,
i think of you;
when i breathe every moment,
without anything to look forward,
i think of you
when life almost seems like a long journey
and i feel like to end it
i think of you......

Breathing nature around me

2012-10-06T20:38:00.001+05:30

     After a long time,almost a month, i am back and sharing this page from my own personal diary .And here it goes:-

   "Grief does not change you ,it reveals you"

This is how my day started today...with this message peeping out of my cell phone sent by a friend.I don't know what and why this message seemed so positive to me that i forwarded the same to almost all my friends.Some time you just know the reason deep inside your heart but you can't explain what it is exactly that why suddenly you start looking everything positive around you.

Same is what I'm feeling in context of my ongoing life too.Can not say what exactly but out of no where I'm falling in love with life,myself and the world all around...and guess what,it seems so perfect and makes sense out of nowhere..this feeling is just marvellous and makes me feel charged to enjoy every bit of each day.

And the mere trivial example is that green lane which i am noticing everyday when i pass through it.The simple road and green trees stretched on both sides of it.I can not exactly say how beautiful it becomes in the early morning with that sense of freshness; when i walk down that lane and i watch those yellow leaves falling from those green stretches down towards my feet and that reddish sun revealing that lovely site of itself from the bunch of greenery.I just feel like why not this time get cease itself , with this very moment here.And then at evening, when i use to get few minutes out of everyday busy schedule;i just think of stretching my hands like those green trees and shedding away all pressure, tiredness and all remorseful thoughts like those yellow,dry leaves.
Yes, out of nowhere this site and this feeling of mine makes sense to me... what can be more beautiful than this;a perfect blend of dryness and revival of greenery;a perfect blend of drabness of life with all kind of attractions in itself... yes this ethereal site seems like a still painting to me teaching that the best and the worst actions,experiences,feelings make this Life a perfect journey.This momentary consciousness makes me feel that how every simple moment is so beautiful without any extravaganza in it;where was i before this that i haven't got a time to notice it.
Really it does not need a reason why some thoughts or sites or even your own life becomes an attraction of all positive essence to you but here as i said before, by using all kind of adjectives too i can never explain why this trivial site of some green trees had made me to write this.I just know it's heavenly.

Just to meet you again...

2012-08-18T20:47:00.000+05:30

...    When you are there
every moment seems like heaven
...    When you are there
every step seems like just moving ahead
your tender touch and your gentle smile
...i want to grasp all in this while...
but...
... Time is a player
like an "athlete" it runs
from one corner to another
for it, feeling is rare
there it never stops for a moment,
and can not see the rising flare,
that brightens up when i see you there,

... Sitting beside me
watching the extremes of my flavour,
...    Talking to me
ready to sum up just for my care,
evening approaches and you repeat my words
... Time is a player
but i can hear the words that your heart beats,
"just for a while, can you cut time's slice
just for a moment,can you abide this time"
but ...
... Time is a player
it's rule book has no empathy,
birds have to approach their dwelling,
actors have to depart,
audience have to turn their back,
busy streets have to whisper their woe in peace,
and with them lover's have to leave the place,
...so here i have to part from you,
that is the sound that comes from you
"just to meet you again with the next dawn"...............

It's still there

2012-08-08T22:44:00.000+05:30

Love is still lying somewhere in the heart
Silently sitting in the allotted corner,
guilty of its own existence,
like a culprit following its lifetime imprisonment,
compromising every second,
daring not to speak a word,
hidden from the eyes,
still lying somewhere in the heart...

"You dared to speak a word
and there you go bashed"
that what i told it some years back,
not a single protest it made,
followed everything like an obedient child,
no questions,no suggestions...
that was the deal signed for my mean,
It walked down its own way,
and enclosed itself away from me,
BUT....
still lying somewhere in the heart...
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Restless moments making its way,
grave thoughts going in deep,
innocent love was latched behind the doors,
so how can i sleep with unjust being done.

its still there and i don 't want to feel
"its hard to ignore and hard to meet"
its not an outsider ,its in me...
running in my veins,more pure than my deeds,
its my own seed,how can i abandon it,
i suppressed it for my own greed,
But...
still lying somewhere in the heart...

Its time,i should face my own guilt,
following the voice of its sobbing,
i went to the heart's door,
opened the latch and made it free,
to fly high in the air,
Now i can feel the relief from the regret,
and can say,
Love is in the air.............

U-Turn

2012-07-29T15:11:00.002+05:30

Prologue: This is something without definition, i just went with the flow of words and followed no rhythms.Eventually came up with this ..no rhyming words and no poetic invention...still felt like sharing so it is here.

I started with the same road,

i was walking along with the same world,

faceless people ,no destination...

carrying the same leaves of opportunities,

walked down a long distance,

without turning back to the past,

without being conscious of my ownself,

blindly seeking the same path,

with the same gestures,

no difference ,no risk......

yes i started with the same road,

well-defined route yet in a lost forest,

well-defined target yet nothing of my own,

nothing to question,nothing to seek ...

gradually innocent paces of mine changed into a race,

not aware when but i was no more simply walking,

yes i became the part of world's race,

without my own consent...

just carrying the duty of being born as a human,

loosing myself in a lost crowd,

well-defined route yet in a lost forest.

everyone to advice,but no one to lead...

but someone was right,

in lost paths there are unavoidable hurdles,

i tried to jump over but i falled,

darkness prevailed,i fainted...

went through a long sleep,

dreaming about just a dark street,

labyrinth was prevailing, everything was diminishing...

but yes-stories are immortals,

if one ends another opens,

there are breaks like prologues and epilogues,

every section as a moral,

not we... but life plays its role perfectly,

sitting as a teacher,

waiting for me to get awake,

smiling like a peace-loving philosopher,
on my lost dream... and here was i,

like a stubborn child i was ready to fight,

ready to question back,ready to grab...

wake with such a gesture,

found myself on a U-turn,

profuse choices ,but one decision was to make,
one side an eternally moving crowd,
on other shore I was just an individual sound,

follow the same path or turn to my own way,

first time faced an opportunity to pick my own leaf,

to carry my own projection and follow my own dreams,
this was the time to live and freedom was to approach,
and i remembered that dictum,
i'm here to express not to impress....

choice was my own and i took my road,
now everything seems to be meaningful,
as everything was my own,
my own fight with my own pace,
i was desperate to win because it was my path,
writing my own story with my own imagination ,
this time everyone to lead and no-one to advice,

dawn was to seek and nothing was precise,

no sharp road but sharp-headed destinations,

alone in the forest but not a lost one,

away with the crowd and myself to follow,

adventures were all along ,

risks became the part of journey,

seeking my own path and no-one to race along,

i'm the competitor and i'm the achiever...

no-more faceless and an answer for every hurdle,

now it was "I " who was seeking the path,
enjoying the journey not just walking along,
playing an apt role in my own story,
a wanderer but not a lost one.

philosopher-an early scientist

2012-07-11T11:35:00.000+05:30

It really sounds nice when we consciously think that we are the part of a cosmic world and alive,we are just not living in four cornered wall of a country present on world's map of this earth.In words of Jostein Gaarder:-
"We are the great vessel sailing around a sun in the universe.But each and every of us is also a ship sailing through life with a cargo of genes ."

Reader's discretion is necessary before i start as the title of this post is something that we already know but nowdays we consider the two professions philosophy and science almost different, still there is one thing that is similar between them both i.e. an insight to wonder,create and look beyond the possibility.

All these idiotic thoughts yet wonderful came to me while reading SOPHIE'S WORLD -a novel by Jostein Gaarder. This book has nothing new, as the matter of fact it's a blend of a fictional story with the history of Greek philosophy in western world.Motto of the novel seems very clear i.e. to make a bridge between the old philosophical views and the prevalent views of today- either in political,social ,economical or scientific environment .But for me its an amazing work to compile the whole history of philosophy in 400 pages.
The beginning of the story is enough to make you think on very subject of philosophy and very amusing instead of knowing that you're reading the same thing you already know about.But the question that startles is how it all started and what was the importance to know all this...it would have went as it was going on..... but they were so desperate to give birth to this child "philosophy" so that civilisation can have something to work on instead of wasting their time on wars.

This fact in itself is amusing that the world we are now living in and the facts,logics and science we today believe in were already given and proved by the philosophers many years ago just on the basis of their common sense without any electronic apparatus used to do the research.

This Novel starts with that same aesthetic question Who am i? And from where the world has come from?...the same question that we generally knew that ORACLE ( Delphi) had made people to think about down through the ages under the phrase "Know thyself?" and would have already read in the works of either Shakespeare or Buddha.
Gaarder has compared a philosopher with a child who wonders on each and everything that he sees and come across ...why a child do so??? ,because he is not familiar with this world and its norms hence he does not know the difference between normal and abnormal so whatever he sees ,he keeps on studying it,but as he grow up he becomes accustomed or habitual to these norms and activities and he no more ask about them as for him it becomes a usual happening but still among these so many growing up children there remains few who don't let their talent of wondering to diminish i.e. philosophers.They do so because they do not want to accept the norms as they are,they want an appropriate reason to do so,they use to think indifferent not because they want to stand apart from crowd but they just want an answer that why i should stand with them.And now you see that how philosophers walked on the path of different sciences,and as a result moon is no more a god for us.Apart from this Gaarder has also made a very fine distinction between mythological examples and philosophy as many people use to inter-relate them.
And now to quote some of the examples...the first philosopher Anaxagoras gave the theory that everything in this world is made from the minute particle with which further Democritus gave the theory of atomic particles which is now a well known theory -the only difference is according to Democritus atoms do not divide further but as we know that they do.There are many such examples including the ultimate example of Aristotle who gave the base for the one today known as Charles Darwin theory of origin.

so you see it was just because of philosophers' and artists' common sense that we reached to the basics for the idea of great inventions and discoveries.

Not only this he even gives some examples from Indian myths , philosophies and languages that interconnect Europe and Indian cultures that somewhere proves that in every part of world human was busy answering the same question in best possible way.And the answers they found were almost similar yet everyone kept on saying that their tradition is different and pure from others. This is really amazing to know how different religions separated themselves from one huge civilisation just because they were not ready to accept the philosophies and facts behind evolution of humans and wanted to study them separately and some wanted to continue with old traditionalist outlook which resulted in the number of religions as we know them today.And how further to end wars among them they announced their own holy cities and kings.E.G. Buddha whose philosophies were almost similar to many Greek philosophers.

This book become more important in the way,that throughout the story, writer make us conscious that every character in this book has a part to play .Here a writer is writing about a person who is writing a book on the characters who almost seem to be alive.Idea behind this kind of story is again a philosophical one that down through the ages neither philosophers nor scientists,not even Darwin and big bang theory got success in explaining that right from the creation of first molecule which resulted into complex molecule from which we all are made was just an accident or was a well planned creation of a super being ,some greater energy.An unanswered question even after 3000 years since human got conscious about his own existence.That will genuinely make you think about that writer who is writing our stories placing every character at its proper place.He is like "thoughts" that have their existence in our physically existing brain and we are conscious about them but we can not see them.

Though the novel shares historical significance but you will somewhere find its genre similar to children fiction which will make even teenagers to read this book.Its almost like dreaming about 3000 years back just to get the answer of your existence in today's world and suddenly you get awake that it was all a writer's creation.

Not to miss the most important of all theory given by Freud ,which will help you to get closer to your own self as his analysis was about human mind and its unconscious behaviour and the most important the importance of dreams.It will show how a man develops a superego in order to avoid what he thinks is not normal or unpleasant in the society or his wishes which can not be fulfilled and hence, repress those thoughts which get revealed only in his unconscious actions like slipping of tongue and dreams.It seems to be an answer to the question that does dreams change into reality.If one will study this part deeply will surely find that its threads are connected back to philosophies given by students during the time of Romantics who believe that dreams has everything to do with human reality and it's conscious.And this was also used as inspiration behind modern art where an artist was allowed to paint or write his imagination as a result of his repressed thoughts which ultimately help him out from being a neurotic.Believe me,It's really a great fun reading your own mind.
Even the last bit of this book about "absurdism" -a way of living which we are living in 20th century onwards will really stir your mind that when we laughed on Charlie Chaplin just for his stupid actions, we actually laughed on ourselves ,the type of lifestyle we started living after industrial revolution that has changed us totally into absurd being who became just a part of rat race- who come in world,survive,and finally dies.But still there are some in this era too who crave for making their time into a epoch movement so that when future scholars will study our times,they just don't feel dejected of our absurdity.There are still few who have registered their name in the pages of history.

This novel will surely make you think about Agatha Cristie's idea of coincidences that they exists due to some purpose
.....and what you will learn! ...you will learn that nothing is innate in this world of human beings,it was all created by us just for our own sake..there is nothing like forever existing tradition or thoughts.Every thought comes as product of its own age or time.Hence we have the full right to ask questions without accepting anything blindly but do not conclude till you get the perfect rational answer which are unconsciously inspired from something irrational.

And the ending of this fictional yet non-fictional story will make you think about your birth right i.e. "to dream".

p.s- i am still stuck with the question if everything came from one single molecule dividing itself into two and got adapted and hence surviving....then who thought that their should be two different genders in every specie.very intrigue planning in order to make creatures self-dependent.

p.p.s.- criminologists make the full use of Freud's theory of repressed thoughts.Watching movies like psycho,se7en,vidoque and kartik calling kartik, even the world of Agatha Cristie every time puts forward the same questions that to what extent you can trust yourself who is a human -the only intriguing creature that exists on this earth.

From mother’s lap(short story)

2012-06-27T20:53:00.001+05:30

PROLOGUE : this story was written by me after last judgment was given on Babri Masjid Vivad of Ayodhya by Allahabad High Court in September 2010.Story comprises of fictional characters and historical events.

That day, my mother was again ready with one more story, tonight..."from her old memories".
   In her lap of motherhood lot of stories resided for me but not fairy tales….they were the tales from realities—perceptions of real emotions…

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              " I am ready maa…for a new story…then only I am going to sleep…",I said to my mother slipping into the quilt and she came after me, cautiously switching off the light and started by saying," as a 6 year old girl, you are too small to understand what moral this simple story renders which i am going to tell you today" ,and she continued in a poetic style ---

"TIME and SPACE always make one sound,
            LOVE            knew            no           bounds."

"But you said you are going to tell a story then why this poem", i interrupted innocently.

"Ya this is going to be a story, don’t worry and don't interrupt, hear it like a good girl.” ,there was a commanding air in her voice so i shut my mouth and she went on.....

* *    *    *    *

"I was a girl of your age -6 year old, when I met my lovable “uncle” who use to reside in my neighbor.You remember your Nani's(maternal grandmother) home and buildings there?"

"Yes i do, go on...nnnnn", i answered her visualizing those buildings in my mind.

"Hmmm.......Though ,he was a boy of 19 only but I use to call him uncle .He loved me a lot and use to play with me every now and then, whenever he finds some sparing time from his busy schedule of studies.He was a Sikh boy with a neat turban on his head and not a fully developed moustache was always present there on his face .A well figured man with snow white complexion but not too tall."
" Well, for me everyday was as usual the other…my schedule use to be repetitive one, after coming back from school and completing my home work my only job was to wait for him with eagerness that when he will come back from his tuition ,I will caught hold of him on the way and not spare him from playing with me. But some experienced people say so true-

           Everyday is not the same day,
         Everyman is not the same man
        Days always go-on changing
        With new and old ranging
       Some brings a quilt of sunshine
     Some even don’t wait for the moon to rise……"

"Can you tell me what these lines mean?” she interrupted in her own story second time but what to say, so i reluctantly answered back,
"......ummmm....not exactly but does that mean that anything can happen at any time......."

She philosophically added to my answer "Yeah,that means blunders don’t take years to make abyss in your life. They come like a tide in a second and bash your wonders of bliss which you had taken years to build and made them to exist today…and soon you see them drowning far away in the sea of desolation and dejections".

With a sudden bit of realization of diversion she went back to her story "Well, ... i still remember the day after 31st October 1984 when Indira Gandhi was murdered by some Sikh bodyguard of hers and in a few hours after that incident took place, roads of Delhi became the sea of blood in which bodies of innocent Sikhs and Hindus were floating.Yes, the riot took place and it didn’t end up in a day. But, for me it was again an usual day...i came back from school...and saw my mother crying and sitting in front of my new T.V. which we bought few weeks before only..haah..She was crying on Mrs. Gandhi’s death...a politician…AS if her own relative….i literally can not hold my laugh today also whenever i remember that day, you see in those times old people use to be so attach to these famous names just because they look upon them like kings and queens and hold lot of expectations with them.But the next day when I was waiting for my that “Sikh” uncle I was able to smell something unusual as today my mother was also waiting for him. She was repeatedly coming outside the home to see if he was there with me.Soon, I was able to discover his figure near our colony gate. He was running holding his books in his hands and in a few minutes he reached the door of my home,holded my hand and took me inside the room and latched up the door from inside. The very next moment I saw him pleading my mother to save him…well at that pace of age I was so small to find the seriousness of the moment. Without understanding anything I was just busy watching them and was hearing their conversation."
" Your grandmother said “soon they will be here and my home is not too big to hide you.” That time I was unable to understand who were “they”...Then she just took a scissor and asked my uncle to unfold his turban from his head and what happened next……"

"She had cut down uncle’s hair and made it short. Suddenly…”they”, whom I had never seen before...Came and asked if any Sikh is hiding inside the home...And my mother reluctantly just introduced this short hair boy as her own son...And those people believed her because till then some neighbors gathered outside our home there and started shouting why are you people finding a Sikh guy in Hindu's house.So in a moment everything was changed...Even uncle was not able to believe he was still alive. But my child, he cried hard after that...as he had lost one of his religious symbol (faith)..Cutting of his hair was like 100 deaths of him. And “now” I can make out that what happened that day..it was a game of taking lives just in a name of religions."

She ended saying ----
"VIOLENCE is no-ones friend"

*    * * *    * *

So here I am a girl of 20….and a long time since my mother narrated that story to me has passed---I was reading a short story by Amitav Ghosh last night…--"The ghost of Mrs. Gandhi".
And got stuck in the memories of my mother’s that night’s story. I don’t know why she told that story to me at such a small age…but seriously, when almost a year before, I heard about the high alert in Ayodhya when the case of Babri Masjid Vivad was about to be decided by the court. That day also i was able to hear those words on every news channel that "anything can happen at any time".....finally...i was able to make it out why my mother told me that story…
       And i was proud on the day of its judgment as nothing unusual happened...Though many were not satisfied with the judgment…but …..
I felt that may be we are also tired of these historic events that created blunders..And people like my mother want their children to re-write the history with all positive changes for our future generations……under the only religion----“HUMANITY".

immorality in the laps of morals

2012-04-08T15:59:00.005+05:30

Can anyone will explain on which basis people use to judge ,what is morally correct and what's not...?

Well this question may have ambiguous answers, but an intellectual will for sure add these words before answering - "from my personal point of view".........then how the hell people can "force" there views of looking toward life, on someone else. They must know that different people have different opinions.Thus,with this starts the acceptance of different benchmarks for judgment regarding morality.

By the way, there are many such things that are hanging in between the" right and wrong" but what made me to write about all this is- the aberrant attitude of Indian judicial system towards "the safety of "homosexuals".Most recent update tells that our judicial system find it immoral.....and they do not care whether its legal or illegal.I will come on this matter later but before that i want to tell that i recently watched a documentary(named The immoral daughters in the land of honours) on honour killings and khap panchayats(who decides punishments against couples from same clan marrying each other) by Nakul singh sawhaney. Eh!! what punishment ----they generally make them to divorce each other and if they refuse,couples get murdered.The documentary comprises of some real incidents from Harayana, specifically and an interview of members of khap panchayat, where they agree that they find these type of "love marriages" against their "culture and immoral ones" and the cause of this kind of defiance come from our education system and televisions specially. Even the police share same perception,they were also  among those people who abuse these couples and took no measures for their safety.
       So   how one can speak in favour of homosexuals in a country like India where even the love marriages are not granted with a moral perception, in general.
But the focus must go on to these 'Juries of morality' in whose eyes "murder is not at all immoral" ,as its the question of their 'honour' which they find in their old age land,caste ,religion and what not ..yes when something is not acceptable to society then excuses come in the name of "preservation of old age culture".So should we all go back and ask to our forefathers that who exploits the culture one who is trying to maintain peace and brotherhood by showering love and trying to create equality in the society through inter-caste and inter-religion marriages or the one who are committing murders in the name of morality?...?And what about their teaching of following Gandhi,who initiated inter-caste marriages?
          Even the few months before, Indian artist Balbir krishan(handicapped) was attacked by hooligans because of his paintings celebrating homosexuality (showing the emotion and trauma that the homosexual go through in the society of so-called normal people),but no one spoke a word against such an immoral act of violence and suppression of freedom of expression of an artist except newspapers(many other such cases of attack has been noticed after it too). Though we know, in any society artist is the initiator of "change and awareness"..and its on us whether we accept the change personally or not but one must not stop anyone else from "adapting" his individuality according to the existing circumstances...yes, I'm using the word adaptation because these juries can call anything immoral in the name of culture but not adaptation as this word itself stands for change ."Change for the Survival".And beyond the old age culture an adage never got fade that "change is constant"(even my forefathers will agree to it).And whats wrong in that change which is bringing people closer,which is trying to relinquish the greatest social crisis i.e." social inequality".
    Well Indians must not forget that "homosexuality" is not something that was not previously talked about in India ,it was the issue before also..people gave their perceptions before either through writings or different arts which proves somewhere - it existed in past too..its not something which can be discarded by saying that these are the mumbo-jumbos created by young generation who ape west... but ya..one thing to be noticed they were just talked about or were written about in past because in reality these people never got such freedom to come out and raise their voice, that they also exist as the part of our society .Their emotions were suppressed under the name of honour,pride,culture and immorality.

                         And the last thing for our "culture saviours".....that if they go for analysing the importance of culture and tradition they will forsure get a point that it is something that is always invented by men to preserve the identity....but is this always important that a human should always become a representative of some community,religion,society,country...can't he be just an "individual" and represent and speak for his own unique identity

"ITS NECESSARY TO ACCEPT THE CHANGE BECAUSE STAGNATED WATER SMELLS FOUL"

P.S. :- social uncertainties has always weaken the moral fibre and led people to commit murders,but murder is no way justified.
    Stories of such defiance (love marriages,homosexuality and transgenders) can be studied in the works of our Indian writers (who are also the part of our celebrated culture) ..such as the writings of pre-independence writers(e.g.Ismat Chugtai),Rabindernath Tagore's poem based on Arjun's wife in Mahabharat(chitrangada),Abhigyan Shakuntalam,......these are fictional and non-fictional works but who knows- the reality behind the curtain.

Despite all.... i made it worth

2012-02-27T20:25:00.008+05:30

there were times when i believed in god
but it kept me thinking which one to follow
so i left him and started listening to my heart....

there were times when i felt low
but i never got time to dig out the core of earth
so i forgot that and looked up for skies....

there were times when i mugged up your formulae and theories
but they gave me head storms
so i made my own theories....

there were times when i met best buddies
but they end up with a change and moved on
so i kept a dog at my home....

there were times when i tried hard to get max
but big zeroes were left in my hand
so i wrote a :) over it and made it to smile....

there were times when i tried to walk
but i fell down and my mom looked me with angry brows
so i crawled to her and kissed her palms....

there were times when you told me to get into tune
but my words didn't match your music
so i shifted to rap....

there were times when you told me to go with the trend
but fashion failed to hold my individuality
so i joined my hands with the world of creativity....

(and today here everyone is telling me - follow the crowd
so i want to tell them "crowd is made by us"
crowd don't make us)(1st ending)

and today everyone is telling me that fear - the fall
but i want to tell them that fall means one more chance to - "to stand again" ..................

p.s.:- a tribute to those people who "survived despite all"(worse) in their lives and still managed to live it and became ultimate winners....
(every end means "a new beginning")

MAYA ANGELOU

OPRAH WINFREY

PAULO COELHO

and the list goes on.................

AROMA

2012-02-06T14:21:00.000+05:30

life is not, what you and me are make of
but life is, what we make of it
make it sweet with 2 spoon of sugar....

hope is not, what makes us to abide
hope is, what inspires us to move
do eat a piece of hope with chocolate brownie.....

love is not, what shows us how to relinquish
love is, what make us to look for more priors
do take its bite with a lemon juice.......

flying is not, a warning bell to fall
flying is audacity, to aspire for heights
do take a flight with some preserved food.....

dreams are not, to make one sleep
dreams are, the rendezvous meetings of tomorrow
do say hello to them with refreshing fruits....

P.S.:- above are the mantras that everyone realizes at some stage of his/er life.....so make your appetite full of all this and never go on a diet..stay healthy:)

well its your point of view...

2012-01-08T19:34:00.000+05:30

INDIAN LIFE thodi filmi hai yaar.....
here are some cartoons by Shreyas Navare .....that prove it well..phew... why to take so much of tensions about all political and economical crisis ,lets keep it simple silly and try to watch from the eyes of a cartoonist......

DREAM - LOVE - LIFE

2012-01-07T19:30:00.000+05:30

I never knew that i' ll be ever writing this but i' m doing it as "my heart speaks to me to do so".

well to be true, quoted words above are stolen from a novel "The Alchemist",till now you would have predicted what i am about to write and to what level this book influenced me to do so.

   Personally, i know that i' m among those daydreamers who desperately plan that they are surely going to wake up early in the morning from next day but ultimately "5 minutes more" scene seems like the only adage they ever learnt from childhood.In the same way, hundred and more times i devoutly jotted down my planning of seeking extraordinary dreams and goals of mine but eventually had ended up just into a nostalgic thought and never commencing any actions for it.And not to forget,next phase always get occupied by that question larger than life..... are my goals and dreams one?..is that what i am made for...what is my purpose to be here? ? ? ? and a big question mark at end......

But what if you get your questions, answered by some books... in other words, at such times you really start liking books which solves your muddles and guide you like motivators how to plan your dreams, to turn them into reality.Well if not in that way,at least it motivate you to jot down your planning list once again and this time you encounter some passions deep inside your heart to move for some actions..ok fine i know,i can't be a mental healer by saying all this at least i am trying to....
         The Alchemist -by Paulo Coelho ,a book which exactly don't need any introduction in itself as it had already found its name among the list of bestselling books.And who will not love and trust this author, who already, went through an aberrant life himself before becoming a regular writer and ultimately has achieved such great success.Now coming back to the book,it has its special attraction as it deals with reality of dreams.
       Well, if we go for story, its very simple one -a shepherd(protagonist) seeking out its way to realize his dream and how to achieve them but every time stagnate on its initial place because of the reasons that why should i follow my dream and what it can add more to my life..hence he never listens his heart.But finally god in some disguise shows him the way to his dream and make him realize that your dream is your purpose of life and ultimately..like every happy ending story, here also, with lots of twist and turns he achieves his dream and becomes more satisfy and rich..
          so whats so different about the story??
Its the way in which Paulo has used some meaningful axioms in its appropriate place and the meaning he had given to everyday happenings under the word "omens".Throughout the story, protagonist realizes that there is some purpose of his life and if someone really wants to achieve his aim and dream "the whole world conspires to help you to achieve it"....really cool, this statement in itself make you believe that the people you meet everyday ,they fulfill some purpose in your life and make you to learn more about your dream.And the most important thing what i loved was the way he proved that people who don't realize their dream or special purpose of life they are like animals who live just for food and shelter and ultimately they just "survive" and don't know how to live the full of life. But a bit of bizarre was added with language of love on which author focused which can be heard by anyone at anytime and any activity can be done in life at any age or time but ultimately the whole idea was that "dream" are the one which can never be lived again if once forgotten and ignored just because you are afraid of failure and loosing your loved ones in this journey.
All this is not enough,there is lot more to grasp from this novel.But right now i get to know one thing above all that i am falling for Paulo's writings and the spiritual approach through which he narrates his stories ,all based on co-incidences and more than that on his own life that was also followed by such co-incidences and strangers who indirectly guided him to take up his purpose of life and made him to read "omens" and eventually leading him to the place where he is now.....Practically speaking i don't know if there is something like "omens" but i know one thing surely that if you want to achieve something then never stop from self-realizing it and executing your way asap.. towards it because nothing can be more satisfactory than living the whole of life(all ups and downs) and yet having your dreams in your hand and living it.... any ways i' m surely gonna follow his other stories.
       for you i just can say that don't get frighten from your journey of dreams because "LIFE IS A JOURNEY" AND THE MOST MARVELLOUS ONE...and please do read the post script ...

P.S. :- Views expressed above are personal.

jhakass startup...

2012-01-03T19:59:00.000+05:30

OH WOW!
I just wrote in my last blog that i don't know how much is gonna happen new in this year but yes year's third day and it started with a bliss...oh please, i am not talking about my heaven's visit and a coffee with god but it's just about a small hang out with college friends to a heaven like place....you don't trust me! that how the hell, i can find such heavenly place in a metro city like Delhi.But wait a while ,we did .Obviously when in the days of chilly winter with light sunshine :) you get to visit a place with full of natural beauty and deers and peacocks to see around and a small lake-cum-pool of water in which reflection of sunshine seems like pearls and stars, then won't you call it a Heaven.Hmm ..heaven..bliss..
Small trips to such places become more enjoyable and adventurous when some of your friends drag you and you drag 2-3 people more with you and together you all walk a long journey thinking that its absurd to roam without any target but eventually you see a place like this in front of you ..what a liveliness it adds to your spirit.And to add "masti" to it - the whole group start memorizing and cherishing childhood fun by doing some scampish acts and singing without any tune and beat in a crowded place, what can be more better than that!
well, i did a lot of fun with them and enjoyed it all, may be because nothing was expected or planned.So 2012 is starting with such unexpected things that now with some new curiosity i am also waiting that this year may bestow a galore of unexpected and exotic bliss to me because i am looking forward to some really creative things, activities and writings in collaboration with my friends which is surely gonna add some great ,practical and real life experience to my upcoming life .But i will not reveal my activities right now ,will do it on right time.But just want to say that i enjoyed this day a lot and it added one more memorable page to my college life and all thanks to my friends for such a lovely day and to spare my feet, from running to another blissful journey on the same day.Thanks!

haa..no philosophies, lecture or cynical views this time...it's just a simple flavor with no antic ornament.

CUSP OF STREETS

2012-01-02T17:32:00.003+05:30

First monday of 2012 ya ya i know its first week of one more new year ..but who knows how much is gonna happen "new" this year...
well the planning calender of this year, shows many stunning new possibilities awaiting for this year..from the launch of Akash tablet's advanced version in March to the ascension of Cyrus Mistry on TATA'S highest throne in December of this year...,from global economic crisis to ascending growth in GDP of India....,from Barack Obama's peaceful departure from president-ship to many more activities....And not to forget ,2012 as the year of apocalypse resulting into end of world,i am waiting too if this economical apocalypse is really setting foot for world's end..even though....for you and me nothing new ..why? because we are now so prone to everything new ,uncommon and stunning that happens every now and then to us eventually its now a daily routine for us..oh sorry if you are thinking to hang me with tree for such pessimistic view but thats totally not my mistake as i heard somewhere that, "common man's life is never common".Well i am not going to advice you on common man's strategies or have patience or do hard work to see what opportunities this new year unfolds for you....But ya i am going to talk about someone special...special because he is the one - witnesses of all past and present and will patiently see the future too ..i.e. none other then STREETS in which we stay ,walk and run...

streets with no eyes and ears,

has seen every passing fear....

when Romeo-Juliet took arms in arms,

to walk down this lane of love,

blood was shed ,separating the pair of dove.

streets with no eyes and ears,

has seen every passing fear....

when Napoleon showed his possible dictionary,

blood was shed ,euthanasia was only mercenary.

streets with no eyes and ears

has seen every passing fear........

              Its only these silent streets and peaceful roads that never betrays the love of TIME and friendship of SPACE.These streets that shared human joy and happiness on very first day of creation of world and human, and still carries the same feeling on every 1st day of each year though with the span of time the shape ,size and forms of these streets changed...From holi to christmas it awaits for people to come down in streets and hear their wishes,laugh and chats.They are the witness of every success and crisis.These serene streets are the witness of every heart that cried on the days like 9/11,26/11, world wars or civil wars or riots;they saw it all.
They saw every dance, plays,revolts that ever happened on their chest in any small town or city and changed into maximum hits on you-tube.They are witness of every street dog's journey who raised from street and are now sitting on some highest thrones.They are the witness of Sachin Tendulkar's every sixes and Abdul Kalam's every move on street.
          Street speaks of every success songs and chronic happenings, either it's Anna Hazare's own street fight like a teen mawali or like a mature social worker .They changed with us but never moved with us.Street showed its motherhood whenever we went back to native lands and said with relaxing breath that ,"finally i am back to my mother land".They became foreign land whenever we stood alone in any street and native when we found someone to walk along with us on that street.They empathized with us like a common man and felt like a celebrity when we decorated them for welcoming great people on them.If every stone lying on street unravels those crusade that united people then every pit tells reluctantly about each sinister who fought in past for his cynical urge.
        So, its not only you and me,even the cusp of streets are also waiting for any new plausible proclivities,new heights and apex to achieve and want to see impossible turning into possibles in this year...." if mysterious were god ways ,then mercurial are street ways"

love that lies in my heart

2011-10-04T23:27:00.000+05:30

prologue:
after getting inspired..
old ways of English that fired....
made me to write something for thee...
tried a lot to renew those days you see..
all that Shakespeare preached..
in my way i tried to reach...

(sonnet):

o,"stout" thou your feelings profound,

"never enjoyed" my gait that merry-go-round,

"thine ever" not paid heed to my sound,

"waited" for the miracle that never go around,

"love"was all that subdued pound,

but "thou loathe" made it to surround,

"with blench" from my way of sanity confound,

"nor i said" mermaid was your only wish around,

but still thee came"close to my youth" without a sound,

and "aftermath was chronic" history always screamed profound,

"shattered was i" with thou betrayal mercies around,

"grind my self" and left with no penance as a pound,

and accept that "i need to depart" where thou can't found,

"love that lies in my heart" for thou as a "prey to mount"......

I want to dream

2011-10-03T16:20:00.000+05:30

listen to me

there's a fairy you see,

i met her down the lane,

in darkest corner seems so sane.

but it was not as i thought of it,

depravity was only in it's pit,

but god's grace smiled on my novice pace,

eventually she appeared with her serene face.

"she" who has some charisma in her eyes..

"she" who has some loyalty in her voice...

"she" who has wonders on her lips..

"she" who has motherhood in her touch...

came to me and asked------------

why i came to this unnamed street..

dark are its days,

insanity in it's ways,

red are its passions,

black is only it's fashion,

sinisterness is the only preaching,

hatred is the only breeding,

why i came to this unnamed street...

friends, i didn't stirred my lips to open,

but she read all that my eyes had woven,

(close came she,eloquent was thee)

kissed my forehead and said

you are also the one wan to be led

(who had the only song to met,

"what i am looking for??"

are the only eminent words in it's set)

unanswered gestures made you to come here

i will fetch you some blue visions there

you can paint them as aestheticism

in it nothing exist as cynicism

she took my hand in her hand,

and warned me not to touch the sand,

showed me path that was enlightened,

just by blinking her eyes that were lightened,

(she took leave from me,

english elegance was in thee)

i came through that road less travelled,

i enjoyed my journey that was marvelled..

but from where is this noise coming,

but from where....

ohhh thats my alarm clock summing.

stop for a while, let me lay on my bed,

don't you see that my eyes are still red,

here i wan to wonder that dream of fairy,

here i wan to feel her last night kiss and merry..

(ahh.. closed my eyes again

and slipped into my quilt

just screamed high on my pitch

mumma...i am not coming let me dream)...........:)

At proper place

2011-10-01T21:46:00.000+05:30

Nothing to say

Nothing to pray

don't remember

when it turned to this way

there was a time

everything was in it's proper "place"

don't remember

if i was the one who made it to"replace"

that moment, still i remember

what you said, still it's eminent

and how i behaved, without any sentiment

there ,you took one step

and freed me, to swear all that i can

there you made, one attempt

and freed me to tempt, as much as i can

but i took it all,as a chronic happening

even ignored, my own heart's pampering

but now,when i am here again

with some new gestures in me as a gain

you took it, just as a silk that cringes

and said that, i am a girl that only fringes

but it was not all, for getting apart

and force me to say ,it's enough on your part

as there and then, i looked into the past

got to know this mystery so vast

and now this, i can reckon out of it

it 's you, who always fall in my way

it's you, who fixes me up when i say

no matter, how much insanity i pay

it's you who never made grouses for this day

Nothing to say

Nothing to pray

don't remember

when it turned to this way

there was a time

everything was in it's proper "place"

don't remember

if i was the one who made it to"replace"

irrationality........ in love

2011-09-12T00:14:00.000+05:30

♫ "love" is not in my essence,
still i need your "presence".....

                             the way i dictate my stories,
   it makes your attribute full of "worries";
                            confound are my feeling,

profound are your "healing";

whence, i need to confess,

whilst,there are pressures to "suppress";

                                                            dear, i can't go for embracing,
                                                              all that your love is "facing";
     still, a rose of speckled audacity,

with pink fountain of "felicity";

provide much solace to you : i know,
and makes me -a be..loved: u know.......
.....................................................
your question works like a crucial sword,

like i am intriguing what you cant afford;

but my ways are not what you think me of sort,

                   its building a new perplexed way to that slot ;
   where i want to have some confabulations with you,
   for this you will not present me for any sue;
                                    there you will watch some gestures of mine,
                                     and they will make you to fetch some wine;

        there i will relate you....
why i make you to wait for so long,
why every time i just sing one song;
                               will give my hand in your hand in some form

but wait wait wait..without any norm

will embrace you till the end you want

but wait wait wait...without any new vaunt
......................................................

                                                                     and here you see, we.. were not apart;
                                                                     and here you see, we.. are not apart;
                                                                    just there is some distance to haste,
                                                          without a second on waste;
                                                         with steps of vows,
                                                       and a rope of hopes;

                                                     with heart full of bliss,
                                                initiatives without a miss...
......................................................
                                         and here we will,

reminisce, past just as a "memory"

and here we will

reckon, present without "worry"

and here we will

commence,future in a joyful "lorry"

and what else we need ,

just a kiss as one seed;

to feed all that "you and me will" deed...........:)

everyday tragedies

2011-09-08T01:59:00.000+05:30

so here i am again..with some usual gestures but with unusual perceptions....
10.15 a.m. --a bomb blast outside Delhi high court
11.30.p.m. --Delhi experienced an earthquake.....
(times may not be exact.)
totally a hazardous day..for Delhi residents.....but let me mention the most striking feature of the day.....those CCTV cameras which were not repaired (or may be they were not put there) outside Delhi high court, just because of the flaw--full, works of our "devoted" government agencies or may be our notorious political "obligations"..might have not allowed to commence this matter.But whatever,today in 4-5 hours after the incident took place,the emergency was shown and soon an info came out that soon ,optimum number of CCTV cameras will be hanged out there in upcoming ten(10) days,anyhow.Well no-one knows ,it was just to placate the Indian crowd..or something really will be worked out in the name of security measures.....who can judge out these inveterate political responses ??but yeah it positively provide some agendas for debate, to the news channels which increases their T.R.P.....in a day.In whatever way,but at least these broadcasts are concern about the facts.at least they come out with some solutions... but do these power obsessed people have time to go for some practical obligations rather than visiting the victims of tragedies to hospitals and every time repeating the same word like"have patience" and questioning the police force and investigating officers........
ok ..let me tell you that these people don't have any right to question the sincerity of Indian police forces and neither investigating officers as, being the citizen of India, everyone is well aware about what have been the consequences ever, even when these criminal elements were caught up,in the past years, by our able police force...they were just made to stuck into the jails..government go-on spending the precious monetary funds on them...and "punishment- for- the- offence" type laws go in vain..as the most remarkable example is kasab- name must be very much familiar one....so i must felicitate our Indian police forces for such an admirable job and should be proud on their practically devoted works.
but one must for sure will advice me that there is no resolutions going to come out from these kind of criticisms as...finally it ends no-where...and everyone well knows why???

apart from all this, something for my mother...
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MEMORIES

maaa...
is this your touch..
is this your smell...that has fragrance unbound
is this your voice...that i hear profound
is this your care....that desist my insolence
is this your phrase...that descends my indolence
is this you...... 'oh' maaaa......

                                is this your heart...that cuddles me in-tensions
                                  is this your mind..that guide my intentions
                                       is this your touch......oh,maaaaa

         is this my dream......that is full of your essence
      is this my loneliness.....that need your presence
   is this you...maaaaa
no..no maaaaaaa

                          its just the melody
                      full with your "memory"