Introspection

Let’s introspect the introspection,
It’s unbiased, never bounded,
The voice of inner conscious,
That seeks nothing than a fair decision.

Conversing with the confessions of self,
Sip the sultry sins of the self,
Also eat the fruit of your virtuous deed,
To analyse by the introspection’s decree.

Introspection never goes unnoticed,
It always crawls beneath the self-guilt,
It strangles the self against any wrong,
And identifies the self’s outer mask.

Introspection instructs to introspect,
To introspect everything,
Each mind knows this introspection,
That is a game of self-examination.....

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Will we?

Doomsday will knock someday,
Will we be smiling?
A walk on shore will await us,
Will we be walking?

Applause for success will be applauded,
Will we be celebrating?
Hard times will definitely arrive,
Will we be fighting?

A stairway to heaven will be seen,
Will we be seeing?
Trip around the world will seem possible,
Will we be planning?

Endless sweet moments,
Will we feel?
Endless candid conversations,
Will we hear?

Well, essence of life,
Can dissolve its meaning,
It can spread over miles,
If only one knows it’s meaning…..

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Listen to the irony.

Well, it’s not after such a long time that blogger came across her another observed irony or rather say, this time she herself became a part of it.

So here I welcome you all to listen to the irony of a language.

Travelling in a new city, new lifestyle, confronting new people is very interesting especially when one doesn’t have any medium to converse with people around him/her; one conveys his/her thoughts via few hands gestures and body movements or speaking some broken words of English language like where, how far, thank you, sorry, excuse me etcetera.

Recently, blogger stepped into a new place where another language is being spoken, of which she didn't know anything. It was more unfortunate on her behalf that even the sign boards of the city were written in the local language which was completly unknown to her.

Well as her stay at the city was for a bit longer period of time so with the help of her friend, at least she learnt to say in the local language “sir/madam, I don’t know how to speak the local language, kindly cooperate”.

So whenever she faces problem while conversing, ironically, folks of the city get a chance to listen in their local language from her side that she doesn’t know their local language.

So listen to the irony and cherish it for a while!!

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^^^ Rainbow ^^^

Amidst the blue sky,
Bunch of colourful colours shines,
Bright, mystically they all glow,
Together we call them - RAINBOW.

When goofed up with ‘green’,
Envious is the ‘red’ in between,
Then ‘yellow’ turns ‘blue’,
And worthwhile is to see the RAINBOW.

An artist's best subject,
To imprint on his canvas,
A photographer’s best frame,
To capture in his Kodak express,
A poet’s simile in his poems,
Through which it’s the beauty he expresses.

With grey clouds hovering behind,
And dancing with the delightful drizzling,
Suddenly, the mighty sun sizzles in between,
And RAINBOW glitters, shimmers and shines.

Reflecting Nature’s beauty,
Singing happy melody,
RAINBOW is lovely,
RAINBOW is lively.

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Cheers!!

Cheers to everyone!!

Why? Are you asking me why?

Well why there should always be a reason to celebrate?

I know, many of you reading this post might be really irritated at the moment, in short, not happy; you might not be satisfied by your performance, or say you just had a good great fight with your friend, or say your boyfriend ditched you or say your boss fired you or say you are confused as you really don’t know where your life is going. All messed up!!

Well let’s say even if situation is so bad, frustrating, all disarray, does that stop you to say cheers?

Can’t you just be happy over the fact that at least you are dealing with the situation, doesn’t matter whether you successfully handle it or not.
Can’t you just be happy over the fact that at least you not losing hope and you trying to get out of your bad phase.
Can’t you just be happy over the fact that as it’s not easy for everyone to face the dark phase, but you are the participant and game has just begun and you planning to win this game!!

Say cheers!! people. Life is short. Raise a toast for the hard times we all went, go or will go!! And this is one of the biggest reasons to be happy. Be happy over the fact that we deal with our hard bad times!!
Keep the faith. And to those who are playing this game of rough time, my best wishes to them. I’m sure in the end you all will win.

Cheers!!
Regards aditi kochhar

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For a while

It’s been long time now,
That I have held my pain,
For a while I want to take rest,
For a while, try to be my oasis.

For a while, chat with me,
For a while, listen to me.
For a while, face my irritation,
For a while, bear my impoliteness.

For a while, believe me I’m right,
Even if I’m wrong,
As I’m tired of making everything right,
That was all wrong.

For a while, hug me tightly,
Hold me in the warmth of love,
For a while, wipe off my tears,
That will be shed for hours continuously.

For a while, praise me,
Though, I might not deserve it,
For a while, support me,
Though, I might not need it.

Let me pour out my heart’s chaos,
For a while, hear its sadness,
For a while, talk calmly,
Bear my rudeness that yells aloud.

It’s been long time now,
That I have held my pain,
For a while I want to take rest,
For a while, try to be my oasis.

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Cook the irony.

Well this after a long time now that blogger is finally coming up with her another observed irony.

India- a conservative country by birth (though time is now changing and it’s coming out of its clutch), where men are supposed to do the business and earn money and women are meant to do the household work that includes taking care of family and home; And when I talk about home- It includes stuffs like cleaning, washing clothes, and most importantly cooking.

In India it’s so often that you will even find many people giving advice to newly wedded brides saying “the best way to reach husband’s heart is to reach via his stomach” meaning cook good food and he will be impressed!

But ironically in Indian restaurants, you don’t find women chefs.

For a country where women are supposed to be the Goddess of cooking, they supposed to be the master chefs of delicious food, then how come we don’t come across women chef’s at restaurants so often?

Is it still the conservative roots of this nation of not letting women enter into the business and earn money and let them cook behind the walls of their homes or something else?

Cook this irony and think about it for a while!!

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What will YOU do?

Hello friends, this post going to be really small and straight forward. I will be putting forward few points and questions, and I just want you all to ponder upon it and think about it.

“You are studying and you have enrolled yourself in a course. But is it what you wanted to do?”

“You are married and your wife’s family still doesn’t like you. Will you be mad at her and blame her?”

“You are one of the board of directors of a company and a decision has to be made but you will be fired if you will go against others. So what will you do?”

“You have a best friend. And he likes someone. And now, even you too have started to like her. What will you do? Confess to your best friend or not?”

“You have a best deal to pick up for your carreer but if you plan to accept it then you have to be far away from your family? What will you do, accept it or not?”

“You love someone, but you hate her when she hugs you in public as you don’t like public affection? She will get mad at you if you tell her? Will you confess or not?”

You want to do something but something happens which put you across a cross point. Cross point where-

One way satisfies you,
Second, earns grudges for you,
Third is not suitable for you,
And fourth, it’s not for you.

Which direction will you choose? What will YOU do?

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Obsession!!!

He wanted her, He just wanted her,
He announced his love for her,
He said he is dedicated only for her.

He said, she is the one,
He said, she is the only one,
He proclaimed to love her eternally,
He claimed to love her deeply.

She felt the connection with him,
Yet she unplugged herself from him,
Months down the line,
She got to know he moved on in his life.

He is now with her Love,
He says, she is the only one,
When she asked about what was past then,
Then he answered - an obsession.

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.LOUVE.

“You know what? I’m in love. I’m feeling so good being in love. This feeling, God, It’s just so wow. Everything around seems so happy.” My friend said to me.
“Good. I’m really happy for you.” I said.

“He is just so awesome. He takes care of me so well, he understands me, he is sweet and most importantly he is mature. It’s a crazy feeling. I just can’t imagine my life without him.” She went on, ” when he hugs me I can feel that warmth. I feel that deep connection with him. You know, life seems simple, easy with him”.

Well, I knew she would not stop talking today, neither did I think of ending this conversation, especially when the topic of discussion is “LOUVE”. World’s best conversations can be done on this interesting debatable subject anywhere at any time, and if discussed among girls then don’t even expect their exchange of words of endless length, breadth and width to stop.
Well when she was busy while pouring out her sugary, creamy feeling about him and when her mind was busy with those blue’s and moons imaginations…

“What is love?” I asked.

“Holy crap!! Don’t tell me you don’t know” she said.
“Nope, I don’t know” I said hiding the fact that I had a reason behind raising this question.
“Well, love is great. It makes you feel complete. You just know that he is the only one. You feel as if your whole world starts and ends with him.”
“Alright, so he is the one you always wanted in your life?” I asked.
“Yea, definitely.. He is the one” she said giving me a hundred watt smile which could be constantly seen over her face since past fifteen minutes.
“Good. All the best!! May you always love your love” I said.



****time passed by, as it always do****

Well on my next meet with my friend which was almost after three months when she realized that she got her Mr. Right, I asked her “Hey, what’s up girl? Love is in the air?”

“Love is now in the flames!!” she said.
 I was like, what?? What is she talking about?

“Excuse me. Why? What happened?” I asked
“Nothing, It’s just things changed when we started our relation. I soon found that he was not the one I imagined. He doesn’t love me the way he used to”

For a moment, I thought about the statement she made “he doesn’t love me the way he used to”. I was thinking that now there are also ways to love, and that too keeps on changing. Wow!! Good!! No doubt love is one of the most interesting topics.

She went on and now tears were just about to break “It was not love. And I’m sure he is not my Mr. Right.”

Love is gone?? Is it a kind of air, gas molecules that it evaporates after few months or years? Anyways, I had one more question to hit, the important one.

“Ok, now you know that it was not love. So could you now explain to me what is love?” I asked.

Readers, kindly check on this question. This question “What is love” was asked in two situations. One, when the girl fell in love and secondly, when she broke up with her Mr.Right which she thought was the one she was searching for.

“I don’t know” she said

I mean what the hell. Few months back, someone was ready to write an essay on what love is all about and today she is saying she don’t know “what is love?” well, I must say, very interesting.

“But few months back you were explaining me the detailed definition of love. What was that then?” I asked.

To this her reply was “I don’t know. What I know is that those feelings I shared with this guy was NOT love. And I’m sure of it now”

Readers, kindly pay attention to her answer. The girl just knew that she got mistaken up by the idea of love. And now she is sure. People confidently know that what love is NOT all about, but when asked what is love, then either they don’t know or else they have trillions definitions. Former one’s falls into the category who face breakups and later one’s are the ones who have just now stepped into the whole idea of the most interesting word – LOUVE.
In the end, I would like to say, hey guys and gals, ladies and gentlemen, keep accepting, breaking-up, claiming, searching, doubting, and not doubting your love even though you exactly don’t know “what is love?”


PS: Blogger has written this post noticing the current ideology people have these days regarding love(with respect to partners, couples). Blogger herself believes in love(but  she doesn't belive in the current ideology) and knows that there are several lucky ones who are living this life experiencing the divinest, blissful and beautiful phenomenon called LOUVE J

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Remember, remember.......

The whimsy web is often webbed inside the depth of each mind. Not only inside one’s mind, instead, deep inside each heart and soul, few imaginations and wishes are always cherished. Each minute, each second, drip by drip these desires flow inside the vein. And we all confront their presence.


There comes a time, fortunate- blissful time, when with God’s grace we get a chance to confront them. This handshake with our sweet fantasies seems peaceful, joyful. Everything around now seems familiar. We can sense that something we always wished for now stands beside us.

A sparkle can be seen in the eyes, a zest, enthusiasm, determination can be felt inside one’s heart, mind and soul.

When everything seems perfect and one is busy cherishing the feeling that finally those few imaginations that he/she painted on his/her canvas of life are getting fulfilled, suddenly a jerk pops up and all the desires get sprain. They suddenly part away and one has to bid goodbye to them.

How it feels? Now imperfection is the only thing one sees. Now drip by drip, it’s only the sadness that grips and hijacks one’s happiness. Terrible. Isn’t it?

But hey my fellas, that’s the point you got to be strong. Its ok, bid your goodbye to your desires but that doesn’t mean that it’s the final one. Remember, you will always get back to them. As after all, it’s your imaginations only, your sweet fantasies that add colours to your thinking, your aims, your life….



Remember, remember,
Your dreams, your desires,
Remember, remember,
They never say final goodbye.

Fly, spread you wings,
See your zenith, reach beyond sky,
Cherish your freedom, trust your capability,
Don’t fear the failure on the behalf of your inability.

 This transient goodbye is always permanent,
It always goes away from where it comes.
Awhile everything seems imperfect,
But next moment seems just too perfect.

Remember, remember,
To smile for your dreams,
Remember, remember,
Never forget to dream for your dreams.


Let whatever- howsoever tough situation comes your way, just don’t panic. For a while just leave it, as it doesn’t matter much, but what matters the most is that after that while, get back to your dreams, unleash them again and think of ways fulfilling them.

May all the sketches drawn on the canvas of life come alive…

Regards, aditi

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.Then She.

When her thoughts chased her mind,
Then she struggled to search her lost pen.

When her tired body made her fall asleep,
Then her dreaded dreams haunted her mind.

When her will to survive the pain made her love herself,
Then she got trapped inside the pain’s web.

When she got her one friend,
Then she got introduced back to her old parted friends.

When she lived,
Then each second was like dying thousand deaths.

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.when she.

When she left her words,
Her thoughts chased her mind.

When she decided not to even try to sleep,
Her tired body made her fall asleep.

When she felt that her emotions have died,
Her hidden sadness suddenly made her cry.

When she fought against herself,
Her will to survive the pain made her love herself.

When she felt she had no friends,
She got one.

When she felt she should die,
She lived.

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The Trickling Tears....

Scared, afraid and crestfallen,
Silently steeping down the cheeks,
Out of the way we walk when eyes sleep,
We are the trickling tears, full of grief.

Though we play the game of hide and not seek,
That often questions our existence as anonymity,
So break this illusion webbed for our foundation,
And hold us, before we fall completely.

We never want anyone to shake hand with us,
As we live a life full of pain and sadness.
We plea for a hand to just vanish our dirty trace,
That we leave while walking on a sobbed face.

Just pay some pity on our struggling fate,
For a support we always wait.
Please don’t neglect our wounded soul that bleeds,
We are the trickling tears, full of grief.

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**Applause**

Producer of the movie decided to setup the set for his movie inside a college campus.

Lights, camera, action, all is set. But wait a second?

Where is the star cast of the movie?

As usual, actress is waiting for her favourite make- up artist; she can’t compromise on anyone just like that, as after all she is a celebrity. And actor is running late as his BMW has gone for servicing, and obviously how could you expect him to agree to come in a Honda city. He can’t agree to compromise on his status symbol (BMW) as after all he is a celebrity.

Moreover, scorching sun had already soaked the energy of the crowd that was gathered around to even catch five seconds duration of the glimpse of these celebrities.

Finally, after a long wait of two hours, celebrities made their way inside the college campus in their black tinted cars. Crowd shouted, screamed, hooted, and went mad after seeing them.

Well, here’s the moment when I want to ask a question from the crowd.

These celebrities earn, they enjoy, they travel in their BMW’s, they have all the rights to come late and let people stand, waiting for them in the boiling heat of summers, they throw attitude when there is a question of compromise on their behalf.

What do these celebrities do for you? You might say that they at least provide you with the entertainment. Isn’t it? Then let me tell you that the entertainment is just not the fruit given to you by these celebrities whom you see on your big screens. Hell lot of people are involved behind the scenes. And these people are the real people who make these celebrities as- actual celebrities. Also, don’t forget, you paying for your entertainment.

I’m not against a person who is a celebrity. Being a celebrity is not a bad thing. I’m happy for those who are successful and are celebrities. I’m upset over the fact that when these celebrities have name, fame, money, why don’t they utilize it for the benefit of the society? Even 5% would do. Instead, they bring complex to the people by showing off their lavish lifestyle and celebrity touch. They give people a reason to be like them by making them fall for their high class status and style. But who wants to be like a person who wants to earn but only for himself/herself, not caring for the society of which even he/she is a part?

At least I don’t want to be like that.

Inside the college shooting is going on without any interruption. Celebrities are ready to shoot for a song. Speakers are playing loud and celebrities don’t even bother that how they are interrupting in between the studies that are going on inside the classrooms. Here I won’t blame the celebrities solely; I would blame the college management as well. Why they allow having a movie shoot inside the college premises between the college hours. I guess it’s again the money and fame that speaks. After all college would be in news as their cool campus was recorded for the movie.

I won’t say each and every celebrity is irresponsible and doesn’t do anything for the benefit of the society. Many of them have done pretty good works, but many of them don’t fall into this category either…

So here goes my question:

Guys and gals, you all cheer and show your appreciation for these celebrities. But do all of them deserve it? You applause for them, but for whom this applause is really meant for?

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Realms of flashback

Divine silence,
Deep words of exchange,
Presence pours out peace,
Together, soul feels at ease…..

Realms of flashback,
Knock the doors of poignant memories.

Heavenly becomes the earthly existence,
Far away from any apprehension,
The mystical aura bounds strength,
Annihilation of self is the end.

Realms of flashback,
Knock the doors of poignant memories.

Wait, stay a while,
Pass this trial of nature’s planned journey,
Where truer are the realms of flashback,
That knocks the doors of poignant memories……

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Violence is a profound ignorance.

War- a period of conflict.

The vast amount of violence a war stores inside it is actually an outcome of profound IGNORANCE.

“Hiroshima and Nagasaki”

What comes in your mind after reading these two names??

Do you think about the USA victory over Japanese during World War- II? NO. Certainly NOT!!

What you think about is that approximately one lakh of populace lost their lives immediately after the deadly nuclear explosion took place. Harmful radiations suck their lives brutally. Generations after generations faced the poisonous and lethal impact of these explosions in their lives.

Besides burns and wounds, general malaise, fatigue, headaches, loss of appetite, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, fever, abnormally low white blood cell count, bloody discharge, anemia, loss of hairs, keloids (massive scar tissue on burned areas), cataracts, leukemia and other cancers became commonly faced diseases to be written in the health cards of people.

When USA attacked Japan, it forgot everything about humanity. The tag being called as “emerging superpower” made USA to take this conceited, big headed decision to drop the nuclear bombs over the innocent people and proved USA’s IGNORANCE.

World War I and World War II- became the world’s most deadly wars happened till date. How can one forget Hiroshima and Nagasaki, being the first cities to face the devastating power of nuclear weapons?

Thousand wars for independence.

Thousands wars for liberation.

Since so many decades, so many cold wars are continuing among various countries creating violence, havoc and damage to humankind.

Terrorism- the new, latest, and alarming ongoing war now seems to be a war next door.

On the name of Jihad- terrorist are made to believe that they will knock the doors of Jannat (heaven) if they will fight. I would say it’s a sheer act of IGNORANCE.

I guess before holding the gun, terrorist never ask few questions like-

"Fight for what? "

"For whom am I fighting? "

Terrorist forget that one should fight for the wrong. And it’s completely and absolutely wrong to kill innocent people.

They are IGNORANT of the fact that how come their sinful and immoral act of killing innocent people can let them have blessings of Almighty?

Soldiers have to kill each other but for no rightful reason. Often war happens out of religious and political dogma which has no reason to start fighting.

How the IGNORANT minds can forget that when there will be no humanity left, whom you will fight for?

The base of War is baseless if its foundation is laid upon IGNORANCE.

What are we saving for our future generation?

Records of how many wars took place in history? How many terrorist attacks killed how many thousand people? How much time their country won in thousands wars that took place?

I guess, IGNORANCE is still known over the fact that our coming generation would be happy to know how many times countries supported each other at the times of calamities? How many times countries celebrated together, happily? How humanity was saved and was taken care of and

How violence seemed a lost word in the dictionary......

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" I "

You question me, I don’t mind,
You scold me, I don’t mind,
You advice me, I don’t mind,
As I thought you are mine.
But please, understand me for while.
I will tell everything but after sometime.
Right now, time is what I need for myself,
Right now, support is what I need for myself.
How should I explain the pain I go through?
How should I explain the deathly feeling I go through?
The inner self fights hard,
Do you know how much blood I lost?
I’m tired, I cannot explain through words,
But don’t mistake it as my confusion on the behalf of myself.
You don’t know anything,
I’m trying my best to settle everything.
Cries, tears, can anyone see?
No.
Pain, sufferings, can anyone see?
No.
For my failure, don’t think that I don’t consider myself guilty.
I do say that I’m guilty.
Every minute, every second, I know it’s my less hard work,
And that’s why I faced the failure.

But I have lost all my energy,
I cannot concentrate on anything.
These talks might seem like mere dialogues,
As you never see the actions that you can think off,
But please forgive me for these delays,
Don’t crucify me for these delays.
I know I’m taking it slow,
But what can I do when my foot is bleeding and I can’t move.
The hope in me has died,
The positivity has lost its shine,
I’m not able to see who I was,
I’m trying to find who I was.
May be I know, But just can’t catch the older myself,
As right now, I don’t have strength to uphold myself.
I know I’m the reason for the degradation,
But I guess mistakes are made by human himself,
Now when I want to put everything right,
They why analyse my past so abrasively.
If you think I’m excusing myself,
Then I won’t say anything.
I thought silence can convey anything,
May be I'm wrong, but right now it doesn't seem to say anything.

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Scary hours @ Hospital

My feet trembled as I passed few hours at the hospital, a place where I hate to go. Scenes at the hospital shook me completely!!! Cries, wounds, blood, lifeless body and much more.....

*********

“Oh please Dad, everyone drives bike these days. Why Can’t I? You said you will give a gift if I clear my engineering entrance exam. I cleared it, so please, now get me a bike?”

“O.K son!! I will buy one for you. I have no issues. The reason I’m resisting it because I know you drive rash.”

“I PROMISE, I won’t drive rash.”

“Hmmm.. O.K. I will get it for you”

“Thanks Dad. You are great. Love you”

“Son?“

“Yea dad”

“We love you. Never forget that”

“Vrooooommmmmmmmmmm. Here I go.....Wow. What a bike. What a pick up. Dad has picked up a good running machine for me. I love it.” said Son.

Flashlight. Dipper. Banging horns. An overloaded tanker came chasing by.

One hit.

One accident.

One call “your son met with an accident”

Father lost hopes.

Mother fainted.

As family was poor so son was admitted to a government hospital. Doctors, nurses, everyone tried their best to save him.

And finally Son is saved.

Son is breathing.

Son is free from injuries.

Son can listen.

Son’s metabolism is working fine.

Just- He can’t drive his bike. As he can’t afford to move, he is in coma state, since past 7days.

*********

“I’m going for the bank work. Taking scooter.” said Husband.

“O.K, do take your helmet, police is keeping a strong eye these days” said wife.

“Oh dear, bank is just a lane away, don’t need the helmet”

One careless drive in one’s own locality and then suddenly a speedy swift takes over, suddenly changes its lane, comes in front of scooter, and put its brakes. Scooter smashes inside. Brain hit the road.

One hit.

One accident.

One call “your husband met with an accident”

As it was an accidental case so husband was rushed to the Government hospital. Luckily his head injury though looked serious but wasn’t. But if it would have been then there was a reason to worry as he got his C.T scan after 6hours of his accident. Mind it. Indian Government hospital!! But mind it too that for any head injury, CT scan is an immidieate need.

**********

“It’s feels great to be with you” said newly wedded bride.

“Yea, by God’s grace finally we together. I promise to love you and stay with you forever” said Groom.

Two months passed. Couple had just returned from their sweet honeymoon and husband was going to the market to collect his honeymoon photographs on his newly R15 bike which he got as his wedding gift. He did nothing but just made speeding needle to touch 80Kmps.

Bike skid. He lost control.

One hit.

One accident.

One call “your husband met with an accident”

Again an accidental case, so he too was rushed to the government hospital. This time, it was the case off severe head injury. And so after two days, bride had to leave her bright red saree and had to come to the hospital to watch her husband’s lifeless body.

**********

Readers, my only one request to you all- DRIVE SAFE!! Not for yourself, but for your close ones. I guess this reason should be enough to make you all realize that you should drive safely.

And my another request is to the government- kindly uplift the facilities and staff of the government hospitals.

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Watch the Flipping side of the Media: On Manglore Air Crash, 2010

Indian Airline Boeing, IX-812, blew away up in flames on 22-May-2010 while landing at the Manglore Airport, India, which was inaugurated for handling the International flights just eight days back before the crash took place.

Side I of the Media coverage:

Breaking News flashed by the media: “Manglore now gifted with its International Airport. Great present by Mr. Praful Patel, Minister of aviation Industry”

Praful Patel said, “It’s great that the airport can now be used for International flights. Though its runaway is 1000 ft short, so I will request the ministry to extend the runway soon”

(Readers, kindly pay notice to the fact that this statement of Mr. Praful Patel was recorded and shown on TV.)

Side 2 of the Media Coverage:

Breaking news flashed by the media: “Indian Airline Boeing crashed. Runway falls short. Manglore Airport was not according to the standard of being declared as International Airport.”

Media, our so called truthfully responsible medium of information flips side so innocently, that we become their victims of their innocence so idiotically!!

WE VIEWERS, WATCH THEIR BREAKING NEWS, ACT ACCORDING TO THE TONE OF THE MEDIA.

How?? Have a look then!!

To begin with, news come stating- “a new international airport inaugurated at Manglore”. We feel happy and think that wow!! Government is doing something for the people. Development can be seen. We even watch the great speech of Mr. Praful Patel where he gets successful in impressing us. Now as being a common man, obviously we don’t know the standard, or say eligibility that must be fulfilled by an airport before being declared as an International airport. So apparently when we heard Mr. Praful patel saying that he will request the additional 1000 ft for the runway at Manglore airport, we felt that he was concerned with the safety of the people. Such a great man!!

(Don’t forget this time media didn’t tell anything about the standard of an international airport)

Now eight days later,

Another news headline hit our TV screens, stating “148 passengers died”. Now we feel sorry for them. And this time, our source of information, our sweet media added one more news stating- “runway falls short by 1000 ft. Mr. Praful Patel showed haste in declaring the airport fit for landing and taking off for the international flights. Airport fails the criteria of being an international airport.”

Wow. Now we hate this man. We curse him along with government. We think that how irresponsible our country’s administration is.

Same tone is followed by the media his time. And so media’s harsh words for Mr. Praful Patel, make us feel at a bit ease. And we think; wow!! Yes!! Now media will trap this man and he won’t be able to escape.

(Don’t forget this time media provided us with full information starting with standard to how this plane got crashed, the irresponsible attitude of Mr Praful Patel)

Ever wondered, we always tend to react the way media want. We watch their news, help them to gain all the TRP’s and earn money, and in the end, like an idiot, waste our time on reacting to an incomplete-complete breaking news.

Wake up Media!!!

Do I need to tell you guys that its duty of the media only that each and every single bit of news you present before us should be complete, authenticated and analysed before making it as a news headline?

I wonder how come you guys came up with the information on the standard of an international airport just after the minutes of crash???

How?

How could you neglect the statement of Mr. Praful Patel on the day airport was inaugurated??

STOP befooling us. Kindly recapitulate your responsibilities.

Wake up People!!!

Just do NOT act according to media. Apply some part of your brains too. If media is unable to analyse a situation properly then make them realize, and if can’t do that, then atleast STOP viewing that TV screen and STOP acting like puppets to their incomplete news.

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She

Truthfully accepts all lies,
Dried up tears, she cries.
Agrees with all disagreements,
Lifeless dreams, she imagines.
Selflessly destroys the self,
Cheerless grin, she smiles.
Wakes with awaken decease,
Sleepless night, she sleeps......

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1-Thousand

One 'truth',
Fights against thousand lies.
One 'death',
Fights against thousand lives.
One 'heart',
Fights against thousand hidden secrets.
One 'faith',
Fights against thousand unknown mistrusts.
One 'beginning',
Fights against thousand destinations.
One 'end',
Fights against thousand inaugurations.
One 'love',
Fights against thousand afflictions.
One 'hatred',
Fights against thousand violence.

'One',
Fights against thousand.


Thousand 'lies',
Love hiding the sole truth.
Thousand 'lives',
Love that at a time just one dies.
Thousand 'hidden secrets',
Love piercing inside the heart.
Thousand 'mistrusts',
Love slapping the faith so hard.
Thousand 'destinations',
Love changing their beginnings.
Thousand 'inaugurations',
Love to have different endings.
Thousand 'afflictions',
Love the game of separating love.
Thousand 'violence',
Love deceiving the hate with its cover-up.

'Thousand',
Loves no one.

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Is Love a commitment?

If five hours of talk can seem like five seconds,
I won’t mind giving my time,
If every morning I find my love beside me,
I won’t mind starting my routine with a smile.
If it’s truly love, my each said word is affection,
My heart follows my counter heart, my soul companion.
No compromise with oneself, love is a union,
Love is free, limit-less,
Love is strength, supports each other needs,
At a deeper level, Love is a platonic deed.
Is Love a commitment? Never,
Love is a bliss, eternal, happiness forever.

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Being part of the Irony

Part of the mockery I became,
Inevitable Guilt, difficult to tame,
Though working under the blazing flame,
Yet couldn’t even walk the road of my aim,
Time bended everything so mockingly,
Even divided my road for the aim so sarcastically,
Power to choose seemed like a satire,
Inside I felt like burning in fire.
Prophecy of my proficiency was coded,
My energy to catch against it faded,
Path reaching out to the peak suddenly changed,
The moment I slipped into the crack of the mountain,
But who cares about the reason for the fall?
Am I on my destination? That matters all.
Sometimes, it’s the nature of the game,
That lets you decide the rule for the game,
In the end, trapped with its own canon,
Ironically you get defeated in your own so called game.
The search for the irony ended,
When part of the irony I became.

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Losing the WORDS

Losing the words,
Why? I don’t know.
Silent is now the language,
Why? I don’t know.

Scribbling on a white page with white ink,
Composing with the wordless words,
Wings that once conversed with sky,
Now don’t remember how to fly.

Losing the words,
Why? I don’t know.
Silent is now the language,
Why? I don’t know.

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Unsaid words.......

Unsaid words want to say something,
Yet without being heard by anybody,
Searching the explanation for their existence buried so deep,
Always wishing to know, why they are so hard to keep?

When at times it’s unbearable to remain hidden,
Why stay behind the doors of conversation?
When at times, absence of getting acknowledged fails,
Why make the silence, The Best mate?

Searching en route to reach, just the outskirts only,
And feel the pleasure of seeing outside the boundary,
But when failing in this attempt occurs quite often,
One thing that tortures is living in Suffocation.

Inadvertently, when essence reflects its shadow,
Often overlooked by claiming to be the intelligent minds,
Then all hopes starts fading away,
And stillness in talks slowly makes its way.

Expecting that single soul to set them free,
So that now these unsaid words can be carefree.
Blow away the burden of being forever caged,
This is what the unsaid words always say...

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eclipsed war III: hour of bedlam...

Standing on the verge of the boundary,
Soldier saw the zenith of his own country,
He wished to reach his own Eden,
Alas, he was still on his enemy’s nation.

He always kept the candle of hope alive,
He knew one day he will cross this other side,
He knew whom he will meet by the river side,
He knew that the day of unity will soon arrive.

Shot. Shot. Shot.
Catch him dead or alive, voices shouted.
It was the hour of Bedlam,
Inauspicious was this moment for him.

It was his last chance to reach his quarters,
After a lot of struggle he made it to the border,
He didn’t want to go through the hellish lows again,
He wanted to lie peacefully in his home again.

He was weak, his limb was bleeding,
His cracked arm lost all the strength,
But he knew it was his last chance,
He knew if today he will run, he will revive.

His trembling steps started to move,
To his foe, he didn’t give a single look,
Firmly on his steps he stood,
Open his page of bravery book.

Did he breathe the smell of brotherhood?
Did he dance with his love near the wood?
Did he rejoice his reunion?
Did he reach his region?

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eclipsed war II : merciless killing....

Soldier is now a slave,
He is directed, how he should behave,
He speaks the words they want to hear,
He dresses his nature as they ask him to wear.

He walks as they say,
Works as they say.
He loves as they say,
Hate as they say.

They have ripped of his dreams,
They derive pleasure from his shouts and screams,
In the night, he eats their abusive tongues,
In the morning, he drinks their fury glance.

Soldier’s identity has now been dissolved,
He no longer remembers who he was,
He has forgotten the country, to which he belongs,
He is tired, breathless, wishes to wear death’s gown.

He is not hand cuffed,
But is he free?
He is not being beaten up,
But is he not suffering any injury?
He is caged; they have invaded his freedom,
He is dying; they have injected the virulent venom.

His aspirations to live has died,
Yet He is living,
Soldier’s soul has died,
Facing his merciless killing...

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Choice- To Choose!!

Choose between black and white?
You might choose.

Choose between sea and mountain?
You might choose.

Choose between medical and non medical streams?
You might choose.

Choose between love and arrange marriage?
You might choose.


All the above choices are trivial, inconsequential.

Choose between to choose and not to choose?
****************

What will you choose now?

CHOICE- an act of choosing; liberty to pick; in life we all are given chances to make choices.

But suppose, there is one day, one chance, one opportunity, where life gives you a choice between, to choose and not to choose?

You have to decide whether you will accept to play this choosing game or not!!

This choice to choose is deadly and risky.

So make this choice by listening to your deep soul that stay silent against the materialistic mind. Choice to choose should be done by listening to one's heart and not the mind, else you might end up cursing yourself for your decision.

Power to choose lies in our hands.... This is what I learned.

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the withered flower.....

Fragrance, impregnated with polluted air,
Bared and drooped are now my shrunken petals,
Cheerful exuberance faded since I forgot to blossom,
It’s me, the withered flower, dull and rotten.

Ready to fall on the green grass,
Yet I wish inside to get placed in the crystal shine vase,
But alas, all I see now is a repugnant stare for me,
Before I completely die, please pluck me.

I desperately miss my fellow mates,
Who joyfully they hug each other in the greeting garlands,
I hate myself at times,
Looking at my skin colour, which no more shines.

Don’t see me with those pair of hatred eyes,
My soul is still pure and fragile,
It’s me, the withered flower,
It’s me, the same old, once blossomed flower.

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oceanic life

Blue water, deep down terrain,
Welcome to the oceanic life of plains,
There exists a wave for each soul,
Where every single wave touches the shore...

Don’t wait, before it’s too late,
Just behold your surfing boat,
Dive into the surfing game,
And drench yourself with your wave.

wonder wave of your wishes,
Diving into the dreams that you dared,
Don't fear your fear's.
choose to float with your imaginations..

Drive with the oceanic pleasure,
It’s divine, memorabilia,
Never plan to always stand along the shore on the plain,
Just swim with your wave over the oceanic terrain.

Blue water, deep down terrain,
Welcome to the oceanic life of plains,
There exists a wave for each soul,
Where every single wave touches the shore...

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eclipsed war

Alchemy of annihilation is affected,
Bestowed love fails to get noticed,
When strident storm of separation hits the floor,
Talks of telepathy are not transmitted any more.

It seem like a traitor one left the War,
But, alas, no one ever left the war,
Masked was the identity of one owns face,
It was done to cross out the deathly phase.

Rightly decoded were the ‘signals’,
And definitely were ‘denied’ those signals.
The complete knew it’s ‘The lie’,
The incomplete silently cried.

Today, shifting the gears of life,
Driving on the filthy road on top speed,
This road has to be crossed,
To let the soldier win and get forever free.

Crossing the path of intense pain,
Running on the nature’s plan to greet again,
Forgive for the gunshot that was made to propelled inside,
But before the shot, shooter was too slit with the gun’s knife that lay behind.

Breathing this the smoke of war,
Heart cries and blood turns blue,
The darkness of this 'eclipsed war' would end soon.
With moonlight and sunshine, harmony ship would cruise soon.

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It’s the turtle that wins

Last week, I planned to drive to the market which is almost 3K.M away from my home. The moment I started my engine, I saw a rickshaw puller, going in the same direction where I had to go who was sweating heavily because of the scorching heat, seemed deadly tired as he was pulling the weight of three people of pretty good build; but still I could not find any line of discontentment on his face. Instead, it was me who was wondering that “poor he, how is he managing all this? How unfortunate he is, that even after working so hard, all he gets is few bucks that enable him to buy a cup of tea and one chappti”

Anyways, I started moving. While driving, the face of rickshaw puller kept me captivated all the time till I reached my destination. I was thinking, how ironical we live and think.

Ironical in way- that in our lives where problems are not that scary and tiring if compared to the life of a rickshaw puller, we still feel so tensed of our tension. We go through depression, get frustrated, and keep cursing God for giving us such a hectic life. we forget, that, unlike rickshaw puller, at least each morning we don’t have to think whether we will be able to earn sufficient money so that we manage to eat three meals a day; each day, not AC always (because of long light cut offs), at least we breathe under a fan. Instead, ironically, we keep worrying about our lives and start supposing that all bad is happening with us. Each day we land up in a race to beat the society in all the possible manners (professionally, economically, politically, and looking at the present scenario, sometimes even personally) and in a moment we get defeated, instantly we assume that our life has ended and we are a looser.

Well, struggling with my thoughts on life’s problem and how we tackle them, I never realized that how time passed by while waiting for so long at so many red lights and passing through such a heavy traffic.

I finally reached my destination without expecting to see something before my eyes that would provide an ease for the struggle that was going in my mind.

THAT rickshaw that started moving with me, had already reached before over there. I was shocked that how this weary, exhausted rickshaw puller made its arrival before me and that too when I was driving in car.

Well then I realized something really important,

When we enter in any kind of race (though here it was very trivial race- driving while defeating the on road traffic), we enter into the web of facade problems. We get trapped in the illusion race which actually never exists. It’s we who thinks that a race is going on where we have to win and have to prove to the society that we are something. But as race never existed so obviously we won’t able to see a winner and because of this we treat our self a failure.

Remember, after seeing that rickshaw puller when I just started to move, It was only me who felt that how sad his life must be and somehow I could not find any sign annoyance on his face.

Why?

Did you wonder?

Well, now I realized that answer is simple; Rickshaw puller was at ease because he was NOT participating in any kind of race. He was living his life with its pace. He didn’t bother that each day, so many cars overtake him, bang horn behind him when he blocks their way. He knew just one thing,

To be a winner, one doesn’t have to defeat others. Instead we have to BELIEVE in OUR SELF. We have to prove, not to the society but to our self. We have to beat our own records and not of others. Doesn’t matter whether we are slow or take time to achieve our dreams.

As in the end, it’s the turtle that wins and beat the rabbit (example is above, rickshaw beat the speed of car).

Just keep your faith. All the best!!

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21ST CENTURY- SEARCH ENGINE WAR

"     The ‘search engine wars’,
      The most decisive corporate wars,
       Battled among Yahoo, MSN and Google,
      With the information ship, they all toggle.
           
                               Google winning in the advertising market,
                               Aims to prevail over the cyber supremacy,
                               MSN stranglehold over software market,
                               It fights with Yahoo in pulling off the targets.

      Thankfully, in this ongoing war,
      Doesn’t matter, whosoever holds the winning tag,
      In the end, civilians are the ultimate winners,
      Enjoying the better services, so cheers!!.          "


I love to drive the information superhighway of the 21st century. Indeed, it’s the most fascinating invention, idea and concept from the corporate world to introduce the “data source car” with the power of search engine in it.

Mr Semel of yahoo, Mr Bill Gates of MSN and Mr Eric of Google, the great trio, has revolutionized the market, by presenting a new advanced, easy and a quick way of accessing information gateway through the platform of "SEARCH ENGINE" and let the world connect on a local call.

Though since long time, Google clearly rules, yet, people have not ignored MSN or yahoo. Inside story says that this trio fights hard to win the tag of best search engine. All three try to introduce new services day by day, so that they can win the hearts of people. I have no issues, till the time, they shoot the bullets of better services with their guns. Instead I’m glad.

But I have only one request to them that in this horde to win the race, by mistake they should not start introducing multifaceted and complex services. It might happen that the new added features would prove to be definitely good and would improve the quality, but it would be like a jargon service to use for a common man.

So raising a toast to the trio, would like to say,

Enhance the search engines but with the decent add-on’s,
and let people enjoy, the music of Information ride, full on.....


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Is this the role of media now?

Breaking News 1- Sania Mirza- Shoaib Malik plans for marriage.

Breaking News 2- Sania Mirza would be Shoaib’s second wife, Siddiqui claimed.

Breaking News 3- Shoaib Malik denies his first marriage.

Breaking News 4- Ayesha Siddiqui files complaint against Malik.

Breaking News 5- Shoaib Malik agrees to give divorce.

Breaking News 6- Sania Mirza- Shoaib Malik plans for marriage.

First of all, compare the first and the last breaking news!!

Then wonder, that since past one week we all are watching a news whose end was same as it’s starting.

Then again ponder, that this news had no business with us. It was NOT at all related to us.

For almost a week, on each news channel, the only news that flashed 24x7, that too as breaking news, was of “Sania- Shoaib” marriage plan. It seemed that for a week, there wasn’t any single important news going around in the country or world that could eliminate this news from our TV screens. Media didn’t leave a single chance to get the inside story of their marriage plan.

I was shocked to see the media attention and the way media dragged this news. I felt traumatized, to see how media engrossed itself so much to cover the marriage controversy of “Sania Mirza and Shoaib Malik”, that it seemed, that media forgot the basic etiquette too.

I saw few clippings that presented media’s ignorance towards maintaing a basic decorum. Media was busy capturing Sania Mirza standing in her balcony with Shoaib and her mother, or Sania dancing with Shoaib, or Sania’s mother talking with her husband on terrace, or recording entry and exit of each relative that came at the home of the famous tennis player of our country at Hyderabad. Not only this, media gave opportunity to people to even write comments on this issue. Special polls were conducted.

Is this the role of media now??

To forget about the privacy of a person, and keep on focussing camera 24x7 on him/her. If this is the role, then it’s very disheartening.

Media has full right to flash a news, but hey, don’t do a detail analysis of it, that too LIVE.

I mean media can show the updated news after intervals, does flashing of this news whole day makes any sense?

I’m not against media, instead I would say, it’s very graceful of media to discuss the issues and I guess, it’s because of the media only that voice of Ayehsa Siddiqui (Shoaib’s first wife) got a high pitch volume and in the end she got justice.

But there should be a LIMIT. It was their personal issue. How can media creep in like parasites??

Work should be done within a boundary and that should not be crossed. Also, there are more important news going around in the country that needs attention, than a news of a marriage of a couple which is their personal issue all together.

Respect the privacy, may it be of a celebrity or a common man!! Have some civility.

I would have felt really nice, if media had given such coverage to the villages in Orrisa where people are dying out of hunger. People are NOT having food to eat.

Its high time media should realize, which news is more important, marriage of a celebrity or death of a malnutritioned common man?

And hello People, wake up!! Don’t stick like a glue to a news and waste your time which is not at all related to you...

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Understand The Best Language.... :)

For a mother, it’s the most beautiful era of her life, when she holds the new born in her own hands.
Child is like a treasure for her and the grand reason for her glee.

She can watch her innocent child all the time, though she does lose track of time, but that doesn’t bother her as she is addicted to his sweet smiles. She can embrace her child whole day and night.

This bond that mother has with her child is special. It’s among the most amazing, delightful, and pure relations on this worldly planet.

It’s very enjoyable and amusing to watch, how mother understand what her child needs?

I mean she understands her child's language; language that is of silent words, cries and smiles.

Ever wondered, how easily a mother understands the different meaning of cries of her child?

We all know that a child cries for hell lot of reasons. Starting from being hungry or not able to sleep or waiting since long to answer the nature call or getting irritated because of the rough cloth he/she wearing and so on.

But the mother immediately decodes the correct reason for her child's cries!!

Sometimes, the child stays silent, and she is able to make him smile again in an instant. A mother always knows what her child is feeling?

A new born doesn’t know how to speak. Child’s language lies in his silence that speaks thousand words (though understandable best by his mother and then father), cries and smiles.

And why we feel that children are like Divine, because they have the power to speak without having any need to learn any language. Similarly we treat our parents as God, reason being, they understand their children without any need to ask, or question them; They get to know automatically.

And that’s why, what makes the relation between children and their parents so beautiful is the power to understand the needs of each other without having the need to speak.

But relation between parents and children and family is decided by nature itself. Automatically nature grants us with this power.

Now a question arises, who is the next person who understands you well other than your family?

You might say your friends or your love...

So here’s the code or say a test to check!!

“IF THAT PERSON CAN UNDERSTAND YOUR LANGUAGE OF SILENCE, CRIES AND SMILES, THAT PERSON UNDERSTANDS YOU AND YOU SHARE A PURE RELATION WITH THAT PERSON”

So to understand someone the best, understand the best language-

Language of silence, cries and smiles ...

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GrACIOUS gLORY

Gracious glory of this life and soul,
I felt it, smelt it, touched it,
Gracious glory of this life and soul,
I lived it, crashed it, and relived it...

On the bank of the river I stood, I stood,
Behind a sky touching wood, I stood, I stood.
Capturing the nature, I smiled, I smiled,
Over the crystal clear water, sunlight shined.
I dived into water, I died, and I died,
Didn’t know swimming, ‘save me’, I cried, I cried,
Floating into the black hole, alas I drowned,
Suddenly no pain was there, it was peace all around.

Gracious glory of this life and soul,
I felt it, smelt it, touched it,
Gracious glory of this life and soul,
I lived it, crashed it, and relived it.

Blood turned blue,
My vision bid final adieu,
Fragment of this life parted away,
Duality of my dreams flew away...
I once thought, when living,
“That true, in amen, I should not believe”
I knew deep inside that to see tomorrow,
It’s ‘the time’ from present I need to borrow.
So what, now I’m not here,
My soul now relives and is still there,
It now sings the song of totality,
It will not revive in the old reality....

Gracious glory of this life and soul,
I felt it, smelt it, touched it,
Gracious glory of this life and soul,
I lived it, crashed it, and relived it...

On the bank of river, my soul stands and stands,
Beside the sky touching wood, it dance and dance.
Still capturing the nature, soul smiles and smiles,
Over the crystal clear water, still sunlight shines.

Gracious glory of this life and soul,
I felt it, smelt it, touched it,
Gracious glory of this life and soul,
I lived it, crashed it, and relived it.

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A reason- meant for me

Unknowingly, I grasped few pages in my hand,
Knowingly, it was His plan.
Each page dripped inside my vein,
Life started to unfold inside my brain.

Many lives many masters, He said,
Got addicted to those pages as further I read.
‘A reason’ stayed behind all this,
It remained far away from my consciousness.

Urge slit my wrist of philosophy,
New dimension opened up in my ideology,
Hypnotic I was,
Captivated under some mystic energy I was..

I wondered, for this sudden rapt,
Oodles of memories flashbacked,
Finally felt like kissing this psychoanalysis,
Suddenly I understood His ‘Reason’..

‘A Reason’, which till date haunts my fear,
To undergo the surgery of my times of yore,
He is testing my patience of resisting to say ‘yes’,
‘Yes’- to hear, what many lives many masters wants to say to us.

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(photographer: aditi kochhar)

PS: Blogger wrote this post, after reading the book, "MANY LIVES MANY MASTERS". This book marked a strong impact on blogger's mind.

!!! Rainfall !!!

Do Re Mi my heart sings,
Whenever the call of "rainfall" rings,
It keeps on talking to me,
I love its presence all around me.

Each downpour has a story to convey,
Each drop has so much to say,
Aura of purity it brings in me,
Washes away all my tears, I store inside me.

Those smell of wet sand,
It’s like a drug for me.
Drive pleasure, listening to the cloud’s growling,
I’m addicted to the flavour of lightening.

I sip it,
With the tip of my emotion I live with,
I feel its touch,
As I raise my arms to embrace it.

Mystical showering of His blessing,
I sense it in the delightful drizzling.
Whispering winds watch me,
As I confront with them closely.

Do Re Mi my heart sings,
Whenever the call of "rainfall" rings,
It keeps on talking to me,
I love its presence all around me.

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Is it really now a monument of National Importance?

Red Fort- with its grand architectural carvings is supposed to be the one of the most magnificent monument of our country INDIA. Each year, on 15th August, Prime Minister of the country do the flag hosting ceremony as token of tribute to this Red stone monument, making it a symbol of India’s sovereignty.

Our ancestral gift from “mughal sultanat”, encapsulating their richly superb architectural styles, an old ethical building where very proudly, Indian Army took the control over it from the British Empire and marked the success of our independence!!

Doesn’t all this make it an important national monument?

And even after being declared as a World Heritage site by UNESCO in 2007, don’t you think that the national importance of this splendid structure increases manifold? Also, it’s the main attraction for the tourist from all over the world. It’s like the crown of the capital city- Delhi.

Don’t you think we have a big, actually really big responsibility to preserve and take care of this great extravagant building?

Being an Indian, I was really shocked to see the management when I recently made my visit to this huge archaeological site.

1) To get an entry, we need to buy a ticket. Fine no issues. After standing in a very LONG queue (do not forget, this is INDIA, 100crore + population), and that too in ladies line, I finally managed to get my tickets after half an hour.

I guess, these tickets should carry a bit importance. O.K, do not bother to give some importance; But, hello, at least don’t throw those tickets while exiting!!

You won’t believe, what I saw, the road at the entrance gate was decorated by the scratched and ripped off tickets.

Don’t you think it’s very disrespectful on our behalf to commit such an awful act against a monument of national importance? Don’t you think, government should keep an eye, should keep a check and fine should be charged against such a thing?

2) Anyways, I made my way to the entrance gate. And hello? Security? Just a metal detector?!!?? Oh common!! It’s a NATIONAL monument, how can no importance be given to the security.

3) Finally I entered into the premises of this wow monument, and great!! Just a stone was there explaining about the past of this great monument. Being an Indian I have knowledge about this monument, but what about the foreign minds? How would they manage to update their knowledge on the Red fort when very eagerly they come to visit it? I mean after waiting in such a long queue, all they get to see is tickets being thrown away by people at the entrance gate and a stone depicting just a paragraph of knowledge about it.

Don’t you think it’s our duty to explain the history of this monument of national importance to them?

It seems now searching in Google about Red fort would to be an easy way to have an overview about it rather than visiting it.

Now tell me, is it really now seem to be a monument of national importance?

I don’t think so.

National importance comes automatically, when each citizen takes care of the thing as his personnel asset!!

If we would be so negligent towards our own heritage, then that day won’t be far, when we will face heritage-loss very soon!!

Wake up INDIA!!

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(photographer: aditi kochhar)

Platform No. 2

Whispering dense fog, chilly cold waves,

One minute was decided for my wait.

There came the running machine on the platform No. 2,

Shivering, holding the jacket tight, alone I stood.

With white vision all around,

The sparkling yellow dipper seemed relieving,

Silent ambience soothed my stay on the platform No. 2,

Where morning came out dissolving the evening soot.

With my gaze,

I crowded the emptiness of the platform No. 2,

With my presence,

I volunteered as the sole passenger on the move.

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(photographer: kuber mehrotra)

That’s Faith!!

Just in time cartridge pierce inside and flay off the skin,
I’m not afraid, but I close my eyes and feel the pain.
Apparently, flashback of memories fills the aching space,
I taste the hope of contentment of not leaving this life’s race.
That’s Faith*period*

Screaming silently, when inside the dreadful dreams,
Trying to sleep in that sleepless night,
Holding and then placing myself up in the lap of my protector,
It serves me well with the peace without any fear.
That’s Faith*period*

Looking at my new born child who now crawls,
I hold his hand to make him learn his steps.
At time, when he understands only the language of cries,
I still murmur few words and he repeats it with endearing tries.
That’s Faith *period*

Seeing my doomsday clearly knocking my door,
I smile, talk, walk, and dance with my love.
I see myself alive,
To the gate of death, I bravely drive.
That’s Faith*period*

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Suicidal irony!!

Since ages, we hear people (of all age groups) saying, that depression, dejection, sadness or hopelessness invites one to murder him/herself, in other words- SUiCIDE!!

Since ages, I have heard the news of people strangling themselves; jumping from the top floor of their sky touching apartments; slitting their wrists; over drugging themselves; in short killing themselves. And for all the incidents, the underlying reasons of their act included- either depression or any difficulty which they thought they won't be able to handle.

Since ages, we hear people (especially the ones who are elder to us) saying that it’s best to bid this world our final goodbyes when everything around one is happy, at peace.

Since ages, I have NEVER heard the news of people committing this sin out of happiness. I mean, when according to the society, when a person is breathing the last gulp of air and if everything around him/her is happy, fine, then, the soul of that person remains at peace.
So common!! If society thinks like that, then why NO suicide attempts, when a person is living the best enjoyable time of his/her life.

This suicidal irony haunts me sometimes!! But it makes me clear at least one thing which is depression or just incapability of handling any dilemma or problem is not the only reason for a person to commit suicide. There is something more beyond it!! Something stronger, an inner call overpowered by the Satan of our soul that pushes someone to stop breathing!! I m sure I would find this unknown something. I’m searching and analysing this Suicidal Irony!!

Also, there is another irony hidden inside this suicide attempt- there is a possibility that a person, who is very optimistic, very positive, may get a feeling of committing suicide but literally; I mean as that person is sensible and carries a positive outlook so obviously he/she won’t commit such an awful sin in reality. But for a while he/she would definitely wonder, that how ironical was for him/her to even think about suicide.

Suicidal irony- eagerly waiting to decipher it!!

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