One seat

Train anxieties are intriguing. They discover some of the most mysterious sides of us which remain hidden in our daily chores. They are of  many kinds. Lets have a look on some of the most common feelings(I guess) everyone of us must have experienced while travelling in Indian trains which carry not only humans but stories......many interesting stories....

Suppose you board a train in your reserved compartment, eagerly searching for the allotted seat numbers and finally when you find it,you see,it is luxuriously being enjoyed by some stranger as if he was born on that seat. And you ask,

 " Excuse me where is your seat?" 

Sometimes they smile, sometimes they don't rather accuse you through their looks for encroaching their freedom of sleeping and basking. But usually they reply back with some unsaid or fumbled or entwined words leaving just a portion of our very own seat. Even in cases where the unwanted person tries to be friendly, genuinely, our instincts say it is for their interest to borrow some more time there. And many times they succeed in doing that because we fail to move them out. But until they get up because of any reason, my mini me keeps pestering me, 

" Is it okay to be generous and let him be for the sake of humanity? Or Should I rudely ask him to switch or get away because I am not interested in socializing? Should I be humble and polite or authoritative to get things done? " This small and trivial incident instigates my entire personality for what kind of person am I? In that short period, that one seat becomes my prized possession like a life time earned property on which I cannot bear any share. 

It all depends on the situation, the type of person he is and the type of person I want to play with him/her. It all comes spontaneously. But in every case, at the end, it proves one thing, we humans get attached to any thing very easily and for the sake of the attachment that makes us comfortable we often forget who we truly are...........One seat and all this fuss in mind...well this mind deserves better...

Back with a pen

What else could be the best time to revisit my own blog after a long break in the beginning of a new year with an undeclared but self proclaimed resolution that I will re-vitalize my writing to keep me breathing with sighs of contentment. Actually this time due to non-availability of network and of course absence of me most of the times left this blog with no posts since months. Internet and connectivity with the outer world has become the topmost priority for everyone today making us feel alive among our friends and family. The moment I reach my office I log on to my network and become available for all those who also might be sitting somewhere with their screens on. The moment I come back home, I get to my phone for any text messages or updates on social sites. All these trends of the day alias distractions have made me an impostor who is stealing away the true self. And the tragedies with books is the greatest. Recently I heard Gulzar, the famous enchanted Indian lyricist reading some of his lines on how we have distanced our tiny little happiness that we used to receive every now and then after technology took over. About how books plea from behind the dusty glasses of the cupboard for being read. About how we have forgotten the charm of finding out an old letter or a note or some shrivelled flower that always spoke of some old story close to the heart. It is really painful to find ourselves in the ocean of digressions where we we find no harmony in what we think and what we do, in what we speak and what we seek.

About being away from the true self, I guess there may be many reasons. Many times we feel that there is a mystic silence in the mind, where we strive to think something but still no sign of any thought is revealed. And sometimes a whole cobweb of thoughts each fighting for their revelations come up making the brain to explode. In both the cases, I get the realization that I need to clear my head from the dust that flies from outside over the days. And this can only be done by either penning them down here or putting them on canvas. A light, fresh and new breeze follows keeping every thing back in place which few time back seemed scattered and tangled.

So as of now this post has washed off a bit of my load that I was carrying. Tomorrow is Weekend and I guess I will get plenty of stuff to stuff here. Signing off with a quote before I fall in slumber," There is lot unknown, lot undiscovered, lot un-realized, so keep looking for adventures in life, keep beading your experiences to make a strong trail of beliefs, keep adding radiance to your soul, keep improving!!!"

Start off

A really really long time. Though Internet and soft screen has captivated the leisure of a common man making him occupied for at least 12-14 hours whether it is at work or at home, we still cringe for a pen and paper for a rich outflow of thoughts that still hesitate to get typed on the screen. But how often do we pick up a pen to fill at least one page with some conventional chattering of mind. At least I confess that have become too weak or I can say departed. Even it seems tiresome to think what might be the reason behind this chronic death of expression that used to be very fluent and ever ready to get inked. Don't I have time? I think I have. Don't I have urge? I think I have that too then what is the reason that I keep on procrastinating my stuffs in view of nothing.At the end of everyday if I calculate what effective(in my terms of course) have I done, I Often remain answer less. I know that my mind spins a lot and sometimes it gets so entangled in its own cobweb that it looks like a burden to loosen the multi-tasking approach. The things accumulate and everything appears so heavy and onerous just because I couldn't follow time and its demand.

It's this time when I realize that time flies and never comes back.So sometimes even when we don't feel like plunging ahead for some work that makes us light, we should try to just do it at least to store that goodwill feeling for the times of blue.

I was scared to find one day that my diary is not full yet even after two years mocking at me for my alienation.I do possess similar grievances from myself at times and try to polish them with small appearances as a writer or a painter for consolation. But I know these tiny attentions are ephemeral to appease the complaining soul. Soon I switch back to the old track of whining.

I know I cannot receive a continuous inspiration from self always until I respond honestly to what my instinct says to me. It says, do what yo like at the time you like.Do not compromise with 'your things' that give you joy a midst chaotic materialism. Always take a time off when you feel it's really needed to come inside you and talk and have fun and have the pleasure of being just self.

See we often get attracted towards an article headed something like 'ways to get happiness'or 'how can you make yourself happy'..Do all such articles demonstrate something that we don't know or something that we often forget. Sitting inside the four walls we lose the charm we used to have when our hands were not tied with machines and electronic gadgets. After spending whole of a day in office we do not bother to come out under sky making us even more cocooned. We feel connected to the world the moment we connect our internet modem and start receiving virtual conversations forgetting that one world that used to be quite large full of talks is getting all diminished day by day.

I hope all these occupational hazards once realized would be soon attended and I will get back my composure despite the emotional effects released by big changes that I often exaggerate ...............

Hold your story

I was thinking to write over this issue since quite a long time but couldn't actually got a whip. Recently while taking a glance over a wheeler at Kanpur station I read Chetan's lines  that contained  the same expressions that wanted a channel through my words. Today the generation of youth has wings of fire with excellent confidence to achieve what they aspire for, a great deal of flexibility and openness for change with changing times and almost all essential attributes with which they can arrange every bit of their lives in a beautiful manner.

Moving ahead, being in love is the most sacred feeling a person hones making him self- motivated and inspired at all times. The fact that one is held in the continuous concern of someone gives a sense of completeness and being truly connected to one more strong and similar entity of universe. Now centering your life around love is the most beautiful thing one can do but making love your universe needs a brief introduction. Today the meaning and purview of love has changed and as a consequence the most tender and   bare age misses out their original instincts that calls out for fulfilling their dreams, reaching their goal and making their lives not love-locked but love-blessed. Having love in life is like having the strongest support with which one gains a lot confidence to confront any hurdle and proves that it compliments your life and helps in collating other tottered pieces. It pushes us forward towards what we truly are and what else we can add up to keep on rising along the stairs of self realization so that towards the dawn of life there is no regret and a lot of accomplishments that one weaved and aspired since he starts weaving dreams. Since everyone has got only one life it's ridiculously unfair to make it concealed for something that in real doesn't bear a virtue of control. I am writing this because deep down in our country the concept of controlling lives of others and surprisingly of the one whom you love the most sinks into a depressive territory where so many freedoms are getting negotiated in the name of some narrowed obligations.

Take a simple example of Indian bridal selection. It is really disheartening that today also people of India are held back with their conventionally unjustified demands of a bride that can feed their bellies, can adjust into their originality,  no matter how efficiently and beautifully she has been taking her life to all the levels of excellence at work. Well an independent, free-spirited and soulful girl has all rights reserved to maintain her thoughts and preserve her principles without any change and compromise for the sake of new relation because relations do not expect, they accept and they accept more.

Today the depictions of Indian society is creating a graveyard of free spirits in a face lifting, enormously unrealized number making this world devoid of the synergy it requires for a progressive and healthy place to live. It is a matter of disquiet that the issue is given least heed to the countries like India where human value has still got least priority when it comes to loosen some ulcerous knots in fossilized thinking that is eating away the soul of the nation. What picture are we creating when we choose a fair skinned, well virtue d  ductile girl over a successful, well accomplished, confident girl just because some people think they might not fit? What and why do we Indians aspire for fitting in and why not making bigger acceptances to enlarge the scope of positive and progressive changes which this nation is in dire need of.

It is a matter of great concern that India being a mosaic of emotional beehive that gives it an edge to come out as an ethical and spirited country still is caged in some really disgusting concepts that has hardened into the roots. 

Our friends and families need to understand that all we can follow is our hearts because spirits cannot be asked for any negotiation cause it will be like murdering one more soul. Feel high in love, try to rise in love cause we often do not get an idea when and how we lose some things that is ours. Stop following people because at the end when we you will stop you will feel that it's too late to revert back and by then you may be addicted towards getting the directions from outside  you when you had fair chances to make your own. Follow your dreams, preserve all the love that will always compliment you to reach out to them, celebrate lives, create a great life, a great story, a great and healthy relation with you and yours.

Can I say: Do not go, Please....

The injustice, the unfair surprises, the peevish destiny, the indelible memory, the mortal harassment, whatever one may call it but death remains unhampered, uninfluenced by the screams and deafening cries of all those who have lost their companions, families, relations. It makes us realize time and again just when everything in life goes smoothly that even when we do not want to think about it, it has the freedom to sweep anyone of us anytime, no matter what how much we are addicted to mortality.

Sometimes we hear or come to know about someone whom we just knew somewhere in the garden of yore and are actually not related, that he/she is no more.That feeling of restlessness towards an unattached person whose stories had no common chapters with that of mine indicates that the fear of loss is one of the greatest fears against which we do not have any weaponry to confront rather accept and then move on hiding it somewhere in the dark of our heart. It's like snatching the right of a person who might had to do many more and go far afield before having the final submission. The thought itself  makes us looking up for all our dearies without whom we cannot imagine our lives at all.

Death will not compromise, neither should life. Somethings cannot be changed like the uncertainties in life. Hearing the news of demise of someone who was as normal and hearty as we are today passes a heavy smoke down the spine that tomorrow or some day in unseen future ahead we might not be contributing to the energy this universe shares. Let it not call as a preparation for death but by not whining and not cringing for what we did or what we  not, we may start our preparation for a life. Being the custodian of our own life and respecting everything that comes along, let us try to overcome this fear.The strange human heart has the strongest fractals potent enough to absorb every vile event, drink every poison and still remain hopeful that tomorrow will be brighter. 

I wish I could feel the fragments of those lost in the clime, gone forever, whose faces will never appear again, whose fragrances still linger in the memory lanes of their dear ones and whose influences have brought changes.I wish all of us to have a great life and anytime if anything unpredictable happens to anyone just consider it as another sign of life that it is never alone,its end is glued to it.

Live happy.............

Just read somewhere:" Life asked death" why do people love me and hate you?"; Death replied," It's because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth."

I do not agree to the life part in this quote but still believe that yes life is beautiful and definitely death is painful.

A hop

I wish to lie down
Under the sky full of stars
that often look like me
a heart full of scars.

A far fetched dream

to sew the tottered soul

And breathe a lot of sighs in

the chest that bores a hole.

Nebulous seems my life

dodging from a fall

A bliss that is awaited

to make a happy stall.

Waiting is not fair,
when all we can do is do
Collect all stars, make them shine
Make the life full of clues.

No more am I tired,

No more am I blue

What I did and What I will

is where my heart takes me to. 

The swing of gall and gag

that flies from down to the top

takes me through the clouds overhead

where it's always fun to bounce and hop.

Dedicated to  the regular visit of mood swings that take us to a tour to self realisation where we feel happy and sad, low and raised, robbed and filled all at the same time. It is all about how we keep on hopping between the two juxtopposite feelings which in real sense lie at a common conjecture and in no time we revert back to where we really want to. Now the same can be read again(6 stanzas but 3 in a row for being blue and 3 in a row for being blessed).

Dissonance theory

The monsoon has superficially started that was supposed to bring lots of wetness to wash away the skin of gloominess that I had since last few months out of seasonal boredom and continuous longing for a big reason to cheer up. But unfortunately due to the meagre mercy of clouds or do not exactly know why the raindrops couldnt create those many vibrations this time. I am missing my regular visiting to my blog and sharing many thoughts that came, stayed for my write-up but eventually slipped away from my mind seeing my dilatory attitudes. The reasons are many, some are important and some are too much important that cannot be moved out of the personal corner.

Neways I had thought of writing about cognitive dissonance since long cause I fear many a times that I might be suffering from it. 

The sudden loss of long nurtured beliefs under the piles of the incidents we were in and the decisions we made when leads to a phase where we stand dilapidated, lost and weak is the spell of dissonance theory.This theory lies as a mental crank erasing all the glories of past which were achieved from the principles that today lie in the perimeter of suspicion.It is hard to accept that what we had been thinking and idolizing throughout our lives so far is actually a fallacy and we start looking at ourselves as a dupe that lived moments whose charm now seems vicarious.We start recalling people we confronted , mistakes that we didnt do, so called right things that we actually did, all with some handful principles which today somehow appear unclear and a bit wrong. The toughest confession of a person is that he was wrong and most of the time if we see we are involved in just justifying our beliefs. Our deeds, our sppech, our behaviour and our gestures are reflection of what we believe and what we tend to believe. Even if we like others' beliefs  that might be different from ours it takes a lot of time to mend into one and change the long lived fossilised mind. The flexibility that we often lack in accepting and moving on with a new perception often leads to a suffocating frustration twisting our confidence over making a firm decision. The cognitive dissonance becomes worse when it starts affecting our approach  towards life that we always wanted to live. In no case this stage should persist inside cause the more one refraines himself from being a changed person, the more he would remain entangled in his fussy interior dragging him towards an unlikely entity. Life should be full of acceptance, acceptance to whatever comes in way.

I think this theory is too common and every second person who is an observer of his own life might feel the same way this theory makes us to feel. The good thing is that we are potent enough today to feel the things happening to us cause sometimes vacuum of thoughts stretches its nulliness so wide that mind becomes quiet. So try hard to keep  your passion alive that would speak to you in several ways, in several languages. Try hard to be talkative to self cause it is the best place where you are safe and not being judged by anyone else but you.

Satyameva jayate-3

I was searching for a metaphor for a situation where one fears a lot to step forward towards the thing he has strongest urge for because of his tenacious attitude towards having a peaceful and calm life for the people who might get affected. What you do, what you not and what you intend to do are influenced by the people you care for that keeps you in the perimeter of righteousness. But who has to decide that who is right and who is not? With different mindsets backed up by the different bringing and brought-ups, society is surviving with a number of divides. Particularly India where freedom to think and express is still a far- fetched aspiration of young Indians, suffers with the consequences that are stealing the soul of an efficient nation.

Domestic violence is an activity that tears apart the very meaning of home which splinters into lodge of sorrow, discontent, depression and despair and is mainly a trademark of men in the affected sections of the society using power over the ones they consider weaker. The question of superiority among manhood and womanhood has been in the debates since ages and since ages people have changed, generations have come and gone, revolutions have ushered, transformations have happened: few results appear on the surface but  core of the social thinking is still in the claws of Patriarchal dungeon. Indian society today has a shining skin having all such qualities a developing nation should have like independence, self realisation and self-confidence. The new generation has also matured to understand the loop holes where to work on to make India a healthy and better India. But despite all these accomplishments, in the ground realities there is one fossilised thinking or we can say a rigid subconscious approach in every Indian to compare and decide responsibilities and roles of other people in their lives. This domineering mentality of disdaining and looking down at partners is nothing but a cursed consequence of Indian tampered culture that has number of incidents, anecdotes and rituals that nowhere justifies equality that is humanity.

In many homes where the child has been growing up seeing mothers feeding the family, running since morning till night to keep everything in place and just right and still becoming the victim of the bashes of the man who has to relieve his pressure from the outside world somehow, may turn the child into two kinds of persons: one who thinks that it is the right of the woman to keep her man happy that will make her home happy or the one who becomes silent enough to confront any injustice further in his life like the victim did for his sake. In both the cases such a child is not going to be an architect of inspiration: neither for himself, nor for his family. And this is what is happening in almost every second home where we have multiplying number of victims and induced victims. And if really enduring a pain helps to heal the wound then make sure that the wound is not contagious.

Beating up women of the house, tormenting them through the indifference and scornful abuses and then justifying it with some excuses proves that the person is mentally sick, impotent enough to discover his real manhood that really is defined in terms of supporting the women in their lives, sharing their needs and understanding them in the same manner as they are being understood and taken best care of. The cases Amir showed today seem quite uncommon to a large section of the society that can never think of such situations where their lives would be controlled or adjudged and not shared and that too after the most promising event of life,marraiage.The sufferers are the victims of this deadly thinking that  one has to be better to make the other and the relationship 'best’. The rage of this false ego and illogical non acceptance of equality kills the peace of family and fails to salute humanity that has parity in every sphere of life.

All we need is to get this into mind that love comes when we share and hatred comes when love is just demanded. I remember the lines of the social activist on the show that let us all move on to look for life-partners that are real men. If you are not happy, feel it and listen to what your heart is really asking you to do because life is what you make it. Respect yourself, respect your life, have respect for each other and then making choices would become easy and the relationship that ways would be exemplary and a beautiful communion of understanding and gifting real pleasures."Dont drag and bear the burden of not listening to the life whisperers and falling at the feet of ego, envy and hatred as  you crawl towards the end of life because no one wants to be alone at the end."

Where are we?

I was just going through a site on astrology which refers to the study of astrological bodies and their positions that are supposed to control and monitor our behaviours, mood and personality.It appears that a baby who takes birth at a particular time, a particular date and a particular place is guided by the stars,the moons,the planets, the constellations and the galaxies making her unique in  this universe such that the particles that constitute her soul are from some common elements(Air, Water,Earth and Fire) from these controlling bodies which define her attitude towards life.Now there are several elements of earth that favour the aroma of a being in which the person lies.The wind around us are made up of quantum energy pockets shaping our reactions and events.Now without any offence, is it a science or just a ruse to associate human mind that is already filled with lots of chaos and turbulence with a faith that keeps him thinking that he is being shared and seen by few more invisible fragments in the universe that conspire to drive his way in the direction of hope and optimism? Cause if it is so, mankind gets one more door outside himself to peace. And if it is read just like twelve characters of a storyline then it's reallly interesting to have people with different natures and different features coming along with their celestial weapons and creating new stories.

As a matter of fact we dont have a right to discard the brood study of our ancestors just like that because it might be based upon the calculations and experiments carried on for thousands of years before designing this method of anticipation. But still, since the time of birth till we grow old there are endless reasons to get transformed and manipulated by the situations but saying this that every thing is designed and destined is a bit tough to believe.Now people are different,they like to be different from others but the core features of twelve signs like Scorpions being most passionate and possessive, Aries being flirty and optimistic, Leo being all esteemed and confident remain same as they say and observe.Is there really a logic behind this fact that in a sample of human bodies you may or may not find a person who resembles you in several ways cause it is not unbelievable. The point is that what we believe and why do we believe may induce extra thoughts in our minds even if we were not aware of even least of it. For example at one stage of our lives we get associated with another soul, one of the strongest bond that defines a new generation.Now the relationship is based upon the compatibility between the two persons who decided to be together for rest of their lives.Saying this that their birth sign decide their compatibility and the ruling planets their understanding is a bit gross and unacceptable.Even if astrologically two signs are incompatible,it is the power of human soul that dominates and accepts the other soul to be a part of its universe.

The feeling of getting defined and redefined in several ways increases the promptness to learn more and more about self in human mind that already keeps some impressions about self. What is there that you don't know about yourself.You are the best keeper, best observer and a best critic.All the twelve signs address all possible behaviours and emotions that a man can bear.And if really there is some interesting and intellectual science behind having a successful relationship with one's own life and with others that everyone should know beforehand then I really want to know.But my belief on my own discretion and choices in life that might not be influenced by some already existing experiences and calculations of some other people stand still cause once seen, observed and then concuded philosophies become my self-owned philosophies that help me live my life in my own way.I know myself the best and know where to work on to work out things with people I met,meet and will be with.Some discoveries might be in future and I am always ready for them cause it is always exciting to know a bit new of me.

Henna connection

Just did something nice and old yesterday and felt like having an Indian heart filled with courtesies towards nature and heritage.I and Vijji went out in search of Mehndi leaves to apply on hands and feet,though I generally put it on the entire sole of my feet to have a colorful footprint and a cold sensation in the sweltering summer. After going through every park and every road in the township we finally found one handsome, green, stout, tranquil, dense and fresh tree with jingling stems of mehndi leaves as if calling us for their service.The leaves were big and dark green with the water of nature's gestures carrying the colour of happiness that we recieved after we applied it on our palm,fingers and feet.The tree stood like before even more elegantly after being taken as a remembrance in our hearts and after our gratitude to it for offering this moment of joy.

The colours came out very bright and refreshing with the familiar and rich smell of Mehndi making us feel like princesses of nature. While walking barefooted, sometime when I look at my feet,they seem beautiful and tender like an auspicious mark and pull my attention to look at them again and again.I have been stalking my own feet and falling for them since yesterday which have coloured themselves I think with the prints of feminism.They are looking like the feet of a comely, soft and sensitive Indian girl who is fantasised by the different ways of decorating herself with nature and her colours.This henna-feet connection  remind me of the valuable girl sitting inside everyone who sometimes fall in seclusion but has as always an urge and titillation to do something new,different,creative and refreshing.Back to my daily schedule I am in the office under the pile of files and books but at the end of the everyday I am happy to meet that girl and gather some more creations.

Stand up for self!!!

Living on oneself's terms and conditions in life is human's nature where he denies or his heart rejects to accept a change that might prove all his/her beliefs wrong.Based on the experiences in life we frame our own little world walled by our lil' faiths and concern through which we are able to confront any hard stroke and cross over the tough times.Similarly we tend to search happiness and preserve it in the small caches that are created during soul searching.When an intruder tries to interstice through some of his/her strong perspectives that hit us so badly that we feel like getting controlled by some another power that for  sure is not ours or when our soul becomes weak enough to defend its originality,there comes the dire need to meditate and find out once again the lost ones.It's quite frustrating to find out that somethings can really frustrate us. It 's like the empire of strength and boldness and all courage getting tottered without giving any idea of how to stop it. The force that used to create a light of confidence goes meek and we feel like getting along with the wind without having any objection to anything happening to us. What is this phase called where I miss my yester me which was all clear and firm,transparent like water and as tough as a sound soul.

We can always be what we want to be because it's all about the game of thoughts. Our thinking decides how resourceful we are going to be, in the present and in the future.If some complication or any difficulty bothers you today, just have this belief and determination that we have to be a good and true soul for always. Keep the promise with yourself that though it was an accidental choice to have a soul in your body with some purpose that can never be forgotten but it ought to be given a new skin everytime to keep yourself moving ahead in life.Everybody's life is different teaching, sometimes preaching us to learn and root several thoughts in mind. Happiness, sorrows, depression, cheerfulness are all promoters and activators making us a different person every time we bear them.We keep on changing and keep on fighting to revert back to what we are in original. We pretend, we laugh, we cry, we envy,we love, we hate,we talk,we fight,we complain,we praise,we boast,we flaunt,we do all kind of stuffs and bear so many impressions of ourselves inside:as a lover, as a hater, as a silent person, as a loqacious person, as a keeper and as a multicoloured entity that sometimes has barrage of emotions hard enough to control.Everything goes normally as they are meant to be.Events and people entice us to take a hold over fate and we start acting or reacting forgetting what we reallly want to do and can achieve. Believing on destiny doesnt mean to sit idle and wait for things to happen for us rather believing in the power of self that assists the universe to go as per plan.
Just dont ever let anyone rob your soul,do not lose yourself cause when everyone goes, you still have it.Try to make it happy and filled with joy.Add virtues to make your soul strong and purposeful.Stand up for self!!!.

Satyameva Jayate

Any social canker that we all  are aware of but pretend not to do anything with it succeds in fostering its roots deep into the society where somewhere, sometime we all get affected.Changes that we all want to see but think before making a step forward to make one, proves that our will still has to reach at the top where we would understand power in ourselves. 

With all such themes, Amir Khan's production Satyameva Jayate came up with its first episode on female foeticide. It presented the case of three victimised and physically and mentally traumatised women whose pain and sufferings are beyond our tolerance limits. They seemed to be belonging to a different kind of world where fossilised thinking, beastness and barbarity has further defeated the purpose of humanity, a world of which we are not at all aquainted with. We cannot chalk out a single reason behind this sin because people involved belong to different backgrounds, different mindsets indicating that the custom of murdering is prevalent in various sections of the society.It might be our neighbourhood or own house. Amir has tried to show and put up a realisation that whatever we hear or read in the newspaper are not only true but the consequential effects are awfully disgraceful which never allows us to say ourselves humankind again.

We, the watchers cried at their story and wished that nothing such should be the story of anyone else. But here we realise that wishes are just to second that close your eyes and nightmare will vanish. It's true that we are only culpable of the crimes that we might not support but might not be against them.Contributing your conscience towards the upliftment of humanity, upliftment of India doesnt demand much of our efforts but just a commitment that we make our own decisions which would be unbiased, unaffected by the promoters of hateful acts.Killing a child based on its gender is something so disdainful that defeats all noble deeds that one might have done in his life cause it opens up that corner of his mind where devils live and waited for a chance to come out.Noone can decide anyone's life even if he is related to him/her by blood.Making an authoritorian command over others life shows the insecurity and power of the weakness inside, leading the person to dump his baseless thoughts on someone whom he considers weaker than him. 

All the three ladies who survived in the mayhem sooner or later need a nation-wide salute that might help them in healing the lifelong wound they have on their hearts. It's something that can happen to anyone, anytime in life because even now our eyes and minds sometimes fail in recognising deceitful people.But if we are strong , our thinking is strong and we do have a respect for our own life, I think we can be a good warrior at this warfront. A message to all those sinners and murderers who still do not find out where are they wrong," You are born with a heart but you will die heartless;You are born with a mind but you willl die mindless;For all that you are doing you are already dead and your efforts in decorating your graveyard will one day make your self the charmer of this place."

For all such bravehearts who mustered up to pull themselves up together to live life again with a fresh start forgetting all that has happened, I can say," Life that turns out meaningless and unfair, calls that it's time to give your life a new meaning and those who listen to this call are the real heroes, heart made of rocks and hands made of self crated destiny."

A healing rythm:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2YpRkiGcmvE

A long cherished dream hides

                Inside the layers of mind

                             Had I been strong enough

                                          To leave the happiness behind.

Masked life

How could it be possible
To smile in the midst of cries.
I know it is hard to believe,
So please don't close your eyes.


Morn full of sunlight or the darkest nights?
Sorrow makes its place wherever happiness lies.
Light always follows the darkest dark
So please don't close your eyes.


While I write down my chorus,
There is a world outside full o' plight.
They bear no sense of singing,
So please don't close your eyes.


Summer to remind,winter to love
Autumn to feel and rainy to cry.
sometimes they seem just a change,
So please don't close your eyes.

Good or evil,yes or no
It's all about how one tries.
Cause every life has its own reasons
So please don't close your eyes.

One dies when one is born
A moment of mourn or an event for sights.
Every step that we take seems naive
So please dont close your eyes.


..............................................................................to be continued............
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A cache

The heady days of youth echoes,
in my ancient ears.                                                                         
The moments we hugged,the blunders we did,
still flaunt ,linger and leer.

I look back and see the breaths I took
And smiles I shared in clime of charm.
No one stayed along with me
and time turned us into a warrior unarmed.

From a kid to a child into a man
I walked throgh the stairs of age.
jealous of losing the last I lived
on the yellow fragile pale past page

Soon my life will come to an end
As everybody lives and quietly go.
How much i wonder at the riddle unsolved
Which has a missing piece always to know.

We cry,we weep and wipe our tears.
With time we learn to forget the years.
Rind of my soul getting thicker and dried.
Vintage of my life,will it be cached inside?

Where are we?

Where are we really heading to in terms of values and realism. Everyone is free enough to gather the scattered potentials of a human body in form of peace,prosperity,wholeness,sanctity and discipline.There are various means too viz reading,meditating,spiritualising our routine jobs in apractical world,thinking and realising.We sure do and follow many of these but the downwind results at the time of incorporating remains stimulated by the same trail scathed mankind has left behind.It is not too hard to lead a life without any burden unless something is realised that it is wrong.I may refer to some parlous systems extant in Indian society making it despicable despite of having some of the strongest and powerful rituals in their pristine form.

Marraiage in our culture is more than a union of two persons.It is a sacred and holy event graced by the blessings and good luck of elders and ancestors.When a marraiage starts taking a shape of a social contract in lieu of association it nomore carries the same meaning and essence.A demanded gift is given as a contrived present where both the giver and the taker are equally culpable for stealing the values of our culture as a human being.When a girl adds a new family she might be in need of financial and emotional support that can be offered from either of her families so that she could treat both of the families equally.But the changing scenario and forms of relationships are unable to abridge the gaps between.Fighting for the women empowerment and respect for womanhood is going on since after the vedic times when woman was a symbol of fairness,humanity and tolerance.The increasing rate of disrespect towards women at domestic,social and civil levels reveal that still a  lot has to be done to make everyone realise that gender disparage has no meaning when the fact floats that men and women are equal.

I feel bad because I am born in a generation which too is unawakened and needs much more realisation to be evenhanded in life free from all kinds of prejudices and think like an original human.Try to collect the missing pieces to complete the puzzle of life so that when we say good bye our image would be a clear picture to pass on the message to our offsprings for continuing a healthy and bright life on earth.

Trust the future

I fear, I gear, I walk, I halt.

To bring my things way in line.

Today's beliefs become morrow realities,

Trust the future, it will be fine.

I love, I cry, I dare, I care.

To let them know they make me shine.

This dark night too will follow the dawn,

Trust the future, it will be fine.

I play, I dance, I laugh, I weep.

To ensue the recesses of my youth pristine.

Every fun keeps a treasure of schmaltz,

Trust the future,it will be fine.

I write, I erase, I think, I smile.

To garner my life and thoughts to underline.

History repeats to frame the present,

Trust the future,it will be fine.

I pray, I long, I hope, I dream

To live one day without any whine.

In the hands of a man,rests divinity,

Trust the future, it will be fine.

My Fear

My fear of getting all alone hoovered by an unknown vacuum at one point of time intimidates me making me more worried cause it is a nightmare to see me without any thought in mind.All I can imagine my state of flux at such a time has been described here but I know if it would be,it would be much more gall than this............

Insinuated by the heart and rebuked by the soul,

I stood like no one when I deceived.

The day of my denial to what they spoke

Was the day I killed my dream.

The pieces of past like broken mirrors

Showed my face like a traitor

And turned me cold like a body of dead

Without any hope, without a narrator.

 

The one fine string that connects with sanctity

Is spun by the fiber of dreams.

Which gets stronger with our efforts,

Makes us rich everyday it seems.

I enjoyed, I gained while living with it

Since over the years it irked me.

Never was I at rest and peace,

Which looked like days of ecstasy.

I am a killer and a stealer,

Who defied my real being.

I am living like an impostor with a purloined soul

Whose dreams and desires can never be seen.

I wish I could drive back in the time

And fill in the vacuum I hired.

And create new dreams to see and cherish

For they are the ones to inspire.

gone in the wind...

Rust and dust lied deep inside;
rusted were his steps
and
dusted were his thoughts.
To douse the flames of failure,
he tried to pull out  himself
from
 his life getting bigger and unmeasurable,
and leave behind
the agony, the fluster and acerbic stress.

He was crying with his reflections since long
but today

was mum
without any hitch and fear and dismay.
like a silent sea
 without any urge to touch the moon.
Wished to end up things in a better manner soon
and experiment one more time.
but surrendered
before the gale of his instinctive voice,
that tried hard to cling to the things slipping away,
listen to the lullaby heard long back,
and say

To  all those whom he loved and still does,
he is going to wither and break down into pieces
get wet in the mud of divine and then write down

the unheard words.
To look down again  and ask,what wrong did he do?

and
he walked away in silence

 without saying a word,
without the consent and without any prophecy.
must be hard for him

to leave people and meet the infinite
but is harder for all those 
who are left with the  poverty of his destiny.

Many facts in life are unbearable and too bitter to live with especially then when our strings are attached to some of their corners.We are left with no choice other than keep on standing and looking at the things that just happened and robbed all our peace and the fact that we couldn't stop it makes us further weak and helpless.This write is dedicated to all those souls resting in peace(I guess)who had also no choice but walk away from this biased and illogical life that might have created umpteen confusions that they preferred to leave the wale of tears than to confront them.But whatever they did and thought and decided no less made feel us forlorn and deserted.Their absence is felt.

The lost times

The lost times-1
I am scared of the vintage.

For what I am speaking will remain in whispers.
For what I am writing will soak in papers.
The light in the picture is the light of the past
that had a life but not today.
The stories untold and events umpteen
are lost somewhere in the heap of dismay.
I must have lived somewhere in the yore
and living again with no instinct.
The day will come when I too will be gone,
leaving behind my dust in synch.

The lost times-2

The world that lived few years back
is still alive with faces changed.
Eyes stare and smiles so powerful
to knock the door of peace forayed.


Look at them,their glimmering faces
speaking of the fun they once had.
I can find me among one of them,
with the same expression and a dusty clad.