For Those Who Ditch in the Game of Love

Hey Readers,

The days go by, the nights pass on. And, I pass away with every passing moment. My body has left me. My medicines have - taken me in. I feel like that 'rugged engine of an old Tractor' which although moves , and shows as if it is ready to plogh the field - but in actuality, it is only making a few loud noises.

Those who left me, and left me in disgust, I felt - never the same for them, People with soft hearts - never fight without Reason, ans when they get one - There are no better fighters than them.

I loved a - Mytic Mountain once,
And, loved me back the mountain,
And, when - I plucked a fruit of - Love,
There was this - Vengeful fountain,
In hate - and angst - I felt like death,
I wished all bad for the mountain,
The mountain but - Just sang along,
It had in it - A Volcano - dormant.

There are people who "Use and Through" you, there are people - Who have - less brains than a Cherry Seed, and this is the truth of nature - We fall for - the most - Untruthful Things in our life......
Eve did it - Adam followed her , Satan leaves no-one....

In Colleges these days , we see , children - as if they are there - For living a dirty part of their lives. Whistling at women, passing remarks - Scheming for Bad Intentins have become the order of the day .........
What is happening ?

Is our educational system - Corrupt ? Is it a failed system..... or Are we trying to say - That we are blind people - But can see - the future.....
Only, God knows the truth ..... and Be it so .....

I love my Family. God gave a lovely wife. The deceitful - Have left me - and I'm extremely happy that it happened dearly in my life.

One big truth I have learnt - in this little journey is that - White Skin - is not an indication of the Pure Inside. These are mirages - and would only - Fail you in your journey.

They don't understand the meaning of Promises , Values , Love or Commitment - but - all they get - Is - How many times there - .................... is licked by ...............and by How many times......

But, God sees over everything. And judgements happens here. Here on this land. Much before - we Are dead.

It is said Love your enemies - more than your friends .... I think - I got mainly enemies as my Friends .,..

Thank God - you are Gone ..

Thank God - for - Where you are .............

May - This Curse - carry on you - for the generations to come.......

Note - it is not for all readers - but for those - Who made my life worst than hell .............

I pray for those - who do Good to men. And to those - who Despise - May God Punish You ......

:0 a bit angry - at my past ..... but for future - I'll write more fun

Untitled for some unknown reasons - changing seasons - love's treasons - and - 4 My Self -

Living is a habit , like many other habits ? Am I correct ? or Living is about something else ? We all commit mistakes - and we all feel the pain of the mistake at some time of our lives - But , what is the reason -

1). That some forget every wrong they do

2). Some carry the guilt of it all through their lives

3). Some start speaking in foul languages - to overcome it

4). And a few like me - Ink it down - on this electronic canvas ........ no ink - but so many words ...

Music

This is one of the tonics to overcome all the sadness within

Dance

The trait releases you of all negativity - and you merge with the - air around you .......... u live

Acting

The last lie that you spoke to yourself - was that you were a Normal - actually you were - much above it - and now the Mirror reflects a different image you every time look into the mirror ...........
Your time flies with the - mosquitoes around you - and you are not even perturbed by those - Jams - in which thousands are stuck - without movement

Painting

You rebuild everything that has crossed your eyes - but off course - the Contours that you draw - become your - Self Expression
I was drawing a fish - and now it looks like scorpion ........... don't worry - the scorpion - is also a God's creation - and why should you feel - it is BAD to draw it ..................oh no no no

Passions of life - are our - Real Spirits - trying to come out and - Reflect in the open Sun
- so why hide it - ?????????????????/

Let me write a stanza that will look like something else - from what it is written - lets see

And on that day - when I looked at the picture - the tip of the mountain - reminded of something else - and I came slipping down of one of them - and fell into a well - it didn't have sweet water in it - but - something like acid - Why flowers grow on - Sands -- and roses are so soft to touch -- have I lost my senses - or the world has changed itself - to come close to myself - I wish I can take this plunge - and rule - I never had .............................................

Hope you liked reading it : my life is up for a change ....

a change that shall be --- at a new level of consciousness ............. wish me luck .....

Jhansi - A Soul Stirring - Life Changing Event ....

                                                               

Par pehley ek sher 

Bade din ke baad maine 
Unhe paake paas itna
Khuda ki Khudayi Dekhi
Ishq ki tanhayi dekhi


Woh mujhe naa jaan paye
Mai bhi unko bhool aya
Unhe chahiye tha nahi
Meri muhabbat ka saaya

The love for this world is superior to all other loves combined that we may undergo during our lifetime. We live to love. But when we love, we forget that our own destiny is not in our hands. We love everything that comes our way. It is another thing to like something or unlike something – but, we love almost everything – that crosses us – We love the experience.

When you propose for the first time – you might feel , you have done it on that note , but , if that proposal gets rejected – you feel , why did I propose at all.

Its not you have started to dislike the person , its only – you are trying to convince yourself for that rejection.

In our recent trip to Jhansi – a remote town of Uttar Pradesh , we missed death by a needle, we were almost done. I am a very Self Believing person and believe in God’s greatness, but that day – all my sef confidence – went into the mud , we were but nothing – in the hands of Life. What can we do ? Can we change what is there lying for us ahead, or this very notion of a self driven – path breaker – a notion of lie.

I’m still confused – but, in my heart I’m happy – I’m alive.

Jhansi – as I observed it , was is and hopefully shall be a great city of human settlement. People are very frank , forthright – usually, not very friendly, usually not very articulate.

This city is close to the city of my birth – Orai, and I feel, there is a reason why God saved me – close to this city. Maybe He wanted to say – When I have given you life, I have given you My purpose, which you shall eventually come to know. It was a majestic feeling – to be in that hospital where I was born – only the second time from then – when I was about to die.

This event shall remain close to my heart. The very ethos of being there, and being in it – was very spine chilling.

In Jhansi – I saw some flowers – the most beautiful – That I’m sure Exist in this World anywhere. They had a sweet fragrance. They had a charm of themselves – in – The Hall of Indian Medical Association – on – 30.06.2013.

And, for my friends and fellow travelers who lost their live in Uttrakhand – I would only say – Don’t forget – You Are Aive !!! Now – Do all the possible good, that, you can – You Are the Chosen One.

Life – I love you with all my heart – I never knew – this moment of losing you in a brink – would ever come so close to my eyes.

I miss that - Joy 

For those of us who love to write.

Right !

Its such a pleasant experience to have you here, listening to what I have to publish in the next few minutes of my life. This article is solely dedicated to all my writer friends, who live for writing, and at times, have to die for it too.

Some love to TALK. Some love to NEGOTIATE. Some love to ENRICH. Some love to WRITE.

Why writing becomes such a passion ? Why do people love writers ? Why do writers write at 

all ? And, one very intriguing question - for all of us political - Why Do The Best Books, 

come Out Of People Locked Up inside THE JAILS sometimes....?

I'll answer all these one by one -

But, first let me welcome - the central characters of my LIFE - the punctures tyres - Existing all over the globe , I hope you are living , and , life is offering you enough reasons to be alive.

One of my friends recently told me - That All that good deed stuff , has to be done , so that we are able to live happily in the AfterWorld . After which he went on to drink , 3 bottles of beer , without stop . I didn't understand , what has led him to to do this to himself , With a beautiful world around you , with so much happening , with so many shades of life to be understood , ans so many journeys undertaken , why do you have to submerge in these drinks of escapism but maybe , these are his shortcuts - to reach that Happy Afterworld.

(But, we should try and abhor drinking it is genuinely bad for life and growth.)

So, I'm sure my PUNCTURED TYRES shall keep living - happy , eventful and self-sacrificing lives , if they want to be happy in life. It is in giving that we receive the most of it - Joy !!!

OK

Why writing becomes such a passion ?

After all that your mind sees and experiences over the hours of your life , and your head listens to over the many - passing times , you start thinking - if what you EXPERIENCED was RIGHT or WRONG.

Then at times , you think - YOU SHOULD INVESTIGATE. At others , you say - OK ! Let it be like that.

But, this is the first step - wherein you try and make a choice - This is where your point of view starts to originate.

Mr. X is a very Notorious Person said - Mr. Z , on a Monday afternoon , while you were sitting and having tea with him.

Mr.Z's statement was - an indicator for you - to analyze Mr.X - but , the extent to which he is Notorious is to be Verified.

Whenever we write we are talking to ourselves, we are trying to solve so many unspoken words, we are trying to express so many unexpressed emotions. Writing is just not for pleasure - it is therapy for many. How much can you love someone ? How much can you write ? How much can you drink ? and How much can you drive - Are questions obviously, very hypothetical in nature. We can't say at the beginning of a meal - OK - today I'll have 5 chapatis - and 250 gms of curry ..... or ..... an we.

So writing is very interest based , and very mood dependant.

Writing is a hobby for some. For some it is mood oriented (specially lovers for example), but for THE TRUE  WRITER - it is this Trait that helps him breathe.

   

Why do people love writers ?

Why do people love Aishwarya Rai ? Why do people love - Maggi ? and lastly , to justify my statement - Why do people love God ? All the above - notions - immediately give you a pleasant experience. 

It is the need to read in people that givers birth to writers. Read something that is good for them. Something that they can enrich from. Something they can narrate to as a Imagine was a LIFE TRUTH kind of an experience for them. I still remember a close friend of mine reading NOVELS while travelling in the bus , naturally , the Power of the Eye , was almost zero power but - I saw that glow on her face, and her approach to things after that reading schedule, as if a Power Medicine had been served to her in that - Engrossing Book of hers.

My grandmother , in her youth loved - Chillies. By the time, she became a women, she was Making , Bharwa Shimla Mirch, By the time - She was that Ever Rewarding - ever smiling Grand-Mom she was making "Karaundey and Mirchey Ka Achar" and before her death I saw - She could drink the Whole of that "Mouth Burning Green Chutney" all alone, by herself. Likes of a person only grow with time, there are few who can go down with what they like"

So - once a reader - the person intends - to be one - till the time, he asks for 'Ganga Jal' ....u get what I mean.

Why do writers write at all ?

The toughest question of a writer's life ? In this era of extreme Market Saviness - where people are mere puppets in the hands of a few - Electronic Giants - Sony, Samsung, Nokia etc ..... and we feel that we need to own that gadget, how many of us actually need it ? Its a big question ? 

The Truth Is - We don't need it ! 

But then,

Why Do We Buy,

Social Statement

Market Push

Loneliness From Real Thoughts

False Marketting Techniques Used These Days

OK ! I want to prove a RICH BRAT ..... likewise for girls ...

But , these are all false premises unfortunately we are placed in our youth -

1. You can never become a good photographer if you have the most expensive Camera.
2. You will never become - a good painter - because - Your nagging aunt gave you all the crayons of the market.
3. You will never become - a good writer - if You - speak .... everything - you think of. There has to be a storage, for Better Later displays .....

          This is where a writer scores over a poet. Writers express - with the ink. It is not voice , it is not kung

          fu , it is plain paper and ink.

So for all those , who think they are better off in writing their thoughts, they are writers. And, those who feel they can Orate their very innermost thoughts and desires, are Speakers.

Lets Say - Our Examination Systems are still very Writing Oriented and less on Oration Skills. You see - While writing, we are sort of more genuine, and while speaking we are more articulate. 

Better Say - we write because Writing is like 

Making History

Being More Genuine

Our Real Self Portrayed

Writings are more - Emotion Oriented

A lot changes in the world when a leader sees the WRITINGS  ON  THE  WALLS 

Why Do The Best Books, come Out Of People Locked Up inside THE JAILS sometimes....?

I've never been there - So I can't write Real Life here, but My imagination tells me -

'Inside the Jail when even your nearest and dearest ones are at a distance from you, you suddenly feel - you are with your own self - undisturbed and very lonely' , and , this is where you begin to - DESCRIBE

The fear of death is all around you , the highest degree of earthly physical pain is being served at the maximum, so in these times of extreme Pain and Desertion you feel and very Self Oriented - independent writer.

It can be a saying - What's written in a Jail can never Fail.

Now, 

you even have Popular Singers jotting down their lyrics in Jails ...... very clearly indicative that - our REAL MIDDLE CLASS SOCIETY is a bit - stiff - towards Creative Imaginative people,

But, who cares if you - Are doing some good to yourself ............

Laslty,

I would say - writers have a very important role to play in the building up of a society. They directly affect the Person's thoughts ....and , Thoughts are what eventually make or break us.

So be a writer if you are the Responsibility Taking type. You can always say - you never said that. But, you can't deny what you write ....

A life changing poster on my sisters cupboard - changed my OutLook towards life and it said 

What is Right is Not Always Popular !!!

What is Popular is Not Always Right !!!  

So, think if God has made that WRITER in you or not, and keep writing wherever possible.

Expressions if not given Vent Out - can turn to Episodes of extremisms ... see what happened in Chattisgarh !!! See what happened in Godhra ....

How can we ever forget - what happened at - Ayodhya ...........

Some places where the Pen gave away infront of the Sword ....

Hoping you'll like the article , and your comments will be welcome .... I'm signing off .......

Summers of UP were very defining ..... but, God has sent some water as respite ....

Happy Reading  !!!   Happy Writing !!!!

Yours

E.m.p.t.y       V.e.s.s.e.l

What does our youth wants ? What does our leaders want ? Are we truly growing or only showing ?

Its been a while I have been watching things from a ' cliff ' few chaps I suppose at my age and understanding have got the opportunity to Watch From.
People are power hungry - But more so - Not able to compete against their own Weak Motives and Selfish Targets , we are very Religious - But , the truth is - We don't believe in God.
We believe that success comes to those - Who go to it - this way or that way ! completely forgetting , That no matter what efforts we may make - eventually - there has to be an ethical and moral reply to it.
We feel jealous when someone - suddenly starts to grow and achieve things, we don't understand it might be a long awaited and rare phenomenon in that person's life, but we leave no stones unturned to speak bad about the person.
I feel "locked and stagnant" amidst the 22-26 year olds who have no zest for life. They are busy - clarifying - the Amount of Fee they have been able to recover - in the One Year they have been pursuing their studies with the College.
Unfortunate - We have less students and more touts - Now coming to our Colleges.
Fresher functions are more of - Money Squandering Rackets wherein - a bunch of wrongly elected buffoons create all the possible noise - In the college life as well as Personal Lives of those who are in the Driver's Seats.
To worsen things - Promises of Laptops - instead of Roti and Cheeni are well worsening things - in the furious manner.
Telling the Fully Deprived - post graduate that the Laptops are only for Inter Pass-Outs - is like telling the Eldest son - he will not get any property , because - he is elder - and the youngest will get the LifeLong earnings - because he is young.
Alas ! What can happen to such a state , but , to what exactly is happening ????
Today,
we had a glorious Lunch Party at ECIMT , wherein - two of our beloved staff members took this responsibility of arranging the Great Buffet , we were all called to the Seminar Hall.
After much pomp and show of the Gentleman - Food was served - fit to be served only to 3-4 people. And there we were - 7-8 of us. But the most un-ethical part - I saw in these persons, That inspite of being the Hosts - they can eat everything - without serving anything to the guests. What is this ??? Are these teachers, or are these - Cheats of the first degree. No remorse. No guilt.
For every wrong you do - You blame the management. Is it not like - that for my Family Problems - I curse the neighbour. Unfortunate - But now such people are trying to be role models.
Humanity and human values - are least cared for.
Lust,  greed , jealousy , rudeness and enmity now rule - This land of Uttar Pradesh - I don't know about the general trend - But for our ECIMT it is true.

It was good - I understood - the wretched nature of Humans - at a young age, and Prayed to God early in life, or else - This Unholy River of Humanity - Kills most who take a dip in it.

Why study and waste so many years, when you can actually become a money lender, and for food - India has - so many Langars and Bhandaras every day.
Where to get that money to lend - Beleive me - Beggary is also a flourishing business these days - and that too, not without competitors.

I apologize if you find my words hard, or hurting - they are not for you. But, these are the expressions of a burning heart , tears of a Caring face, and echoes of a Loving Son.

Where can we go - to find peace on Earth. On top - you have - Enemies and Chamchas. Friendship is a Middle Class - characteristic, if you want to be a Big Man - love thy chamchas, and love more your enemies.

I hope you are able to learn something from this piece. After all , I am a teacher , and that too, amidst So Many Role Model Students....... I hope you have understood.

:)   :)    :)

C u soon , n , Happy Reading

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WINTER WINTER COME AGAIN - HAS BEEN NOT TRUE FOR MANY HERE

  Winters of Allahabad have left all of us shocked and surprised at the same time.
Inspite of all the flowers and hot coffee, somewhere this winter has left a - dark mark on all of us here.
From Kasab's hanging, to Delhi Rape Case, to Gujarat election results, somewhere we feel, that India's young is a bit too young, and the old have very less concern to what the youht is passing through. Winning an election and then delivering on the same lines you promised - are two different aspects. "Mango People of This Banana Republic" stoop to every - vagary the nature has to bring on them. Rape at times is spelt - synonymous - to "Extra Marital Affairs" and murders - the divine justice - Mechanisms. Where is our democracy - Heading to : - Have a look - how a few - are selling peace to this land - I took a shot - to be left utterly amazed -

  If this is how - Peace has to be spread - then I'm sure - we will have a civil war soon.

But, my main purpose of writing this blog - was to let you know - how Cold at Allahabad has effected every bit of us.
Freezing temperatures are making us shiver in every possible direction, and the cold waves come back frequently to tell us - Don't eat ice-cream in these days.

Wishing all my readers a - Happy New Year .. and also .............. welcoming you back to my Blog .....
I'm closing this one a bit abruptly .................

Take Care .... n keep reading ......

Yo Yo Honey Singh ............. (one of the best rappers India has had till date - I'm sure)