Alas ! Money Alone Can't Help Us Survive Here . Can It ?

Dear Readers , 
This is fiction.

MY MATTER HAS NO CONNECTION WITH ANYTHING LIVING OR DEAD - IT IS PURELY MY HEART'S - VOICE AND MY HEAD'S IMAGINATION - AND IF ANY COMPARISONS OR SIMILARITIES EXIST ARE - PURELY CO-INCIDENTAL ..........

Don't take this heading for anything personal. It is meant for those - spiritually dead - but materialistically - alive , hypocrites - who have no Faith or Peace left in them, but - who - are intelligent enough - To squeeze Money & Goodness - every person they come in contact with.

A little while ago - I was in the August company of many such Villains or Violins.

Why I am comparing - Villains - To - Violins ? Villains are loved by people - Simply because they provide the right contrast - To the hero of the plot - To actually outshine , in - An otherwise gloomy - and monotonous - Synchronization of Scenes. And, a Violin - is an Instrument - (in Indian context) which I have found - that - is Least appreciated - Although - it Provides - the main Base Melody to the songs - played.

There are these two kinds of people - which I can mainly ascertain from the experiences of my life:

1). One which can't live without the ones they love.
2). The others who can live without the ones - they love.

The latter is the "object" of my hypothesis here -

We start to understand - that this life - is 'Unworthy' of appreciation - and we start to live a life , which has all possible forms of life - except the "Actual Living Beings Around Us"

Whenever there is a conversation - These people - talk to silence. Whenever there is Some Silence - they Love - To create the most amount of - Noise.

Food for them , is not a Means of life , it is their - Only Opportunity in the 'Mean Life' they Lead. They become sad in a Moment - they become Happy in the other. Their emotions become uncontrolled - under the supervision of the - overactive - brains they have. And - there are times , wen they forget - they are in Human Company.

I read a report - that said - almost - half the population - in India - is suffering from Mental Ailments ... and I understand what they meant by that. Otherwise how is ti possible , that Adults of the age group of 28 - 32 , even need so much of Parental Support - that we see in Our Society.

Parents are so - Divorced - even when in a - "Society Bound" - circle of Marriage - that - the weakest object of their - Indifferences  - is the Innocent Child - that lives with them.

But, as we all know - Life - has its own ways of showing - the right - to all of us. God - always helps those - who help themselves.



A little bit of poetry to help us - Evolve:



Ussey dekha to mano jindagi ke main..ey - ultey,

Jahan par hum khadey they ,

Woh wahin pe - khud chala aya.......................................................



Ki maano - gardishon - Men shaam ki - koi Sitara ho.

Na jaane jindagi - humse kyun - aisi baatein karti hai ?                               (I)

Ki jin baaton ka - Maano jindagi - Se 'Koi Naata' nai

Unhi baaton se aksar kyun yeh dheerey dheerey chalti hai.



Ki jab woh - pal kahin hota hai -  jisko chahtey hai hum,

Kyun 'aksar' jindagi "akar" ussey yun uda jaati hai ???                              (II)

Muhabbat hum bhi kartey they - usi shiddat se "Patthar Ko"

Ki jiske saamne 'aney - se duniya' "Behad Darti"  hai.



Kisi chotti si duniya mein , kisi ekant - lamhe mein !

Bahut armaan hai , is dil mein - jinko saans leni hai !!                                 (III)

Jeeye Saalon - Bahut Jamkar - Harek !! Is saans mein shola

Bas ek khwahish - hai - Ab markey - Usey baahon mein lene ki




-  k.i.s.i.   - shayar  - ko arz - hai - jisne --- beetey dino -  mein is dil ko -   Chu - liya .......


 p.r.a.k.u.l 

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MY MATTER HAS NO CONNECTION WITH ANYTHING LIVING OR DEAD - IT IS PURELY MY HEART'S - VOICE AND MY HEAD'S IMAGINATION - AND IF ANY COMPARISONS OR SIMILARITIES EXIST ARE - PURELY CO-INCIDENTAL ..........

THE MYSTIC TRUTH – OF DYING FRIENDSHIPS - Part I

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Kayi chehrey lagakey jindagi hai ghoomti ab kyun ?

Issey kya koi shikwa hai – Kisi hamd-o-sitayish se ?

Khuda ne to racha tha – pyaar ka – Humko – Hawala de ,

Magar ham lad gaye usse , ki jisse pyaar kartey they ….

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Badi bujdil hai duniya yeh , isse paapon se rahat kya ?

Isse chehry naye har roj ab , dojhak – mein chahiye hain ,

Jinhe yeh kossti – rehti hai – aksar .. bin bataye hi ,

Wahi kuch log hai – Jinsse isse – Milti Inayat Hai ………

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The True Friend

                 Unlike in the olden times, when relations were just – limited to Mother , Father , Brother and Sister ; these days have come – when men/women alike believe in a system of – Friendly Relations. What is a friendly relation ?

Someone – I’m attracted to – becomes an eventual friend ? Someone we work with – becomes an eventual friend ? Someone we want to becomes – an eventual friend ? or Someone – We hate – the most – at times – Moves on to become an eventual friend ?

A very hard analogy ! But, you see – these are still people who have hope – left in them. There is a world where FRIENDSHIP – is a – Bilingual Term – now – friendship (type 1) – Friends with benefit  &  friendship (type 2) – Friends with No Expectations ……..

Which one is better – is completely on the person’s experience with the one He/She is ?

With passage of life , I am able to understand one thing – The Problems of the Mind – are what – eventually – Become the problems of the – Body.

A rush to get every created – Material Item – present in the World leads us to a place –Where – only – BLACK WOODEN CASKET is left – with some STEEL FRAMES.

‘People dig some Earth 4 u , and u r meant to go in it’…. But before this stage comes – God tries to speak to Us:

How Does God Speaks To Us , When He Wants To –

                                          God doesn’t speaks to us – Through a Mobile Phone (specially not through – a Lumia or a Note) but only through – Feelings. How people feel about you ? How people generally often – talk to you ? How people – love to see you – everyday – when you are coming to the Office , or how people Love to say a – Good Bye – when they see you – Leaving for Home …

People don’t say – I love you ….. when they send you a – “Good Morning Message” on Facebook …no !!! Facebook – is their face in Public …. And that face – they are projecting – Can be – “The Attractive Mask They Have Last Purchased From The – Book of Life”…

God spoke to Moses – and Moses – moved in the Valleys. God spoke to Mary – and she – gave birth – to a Son – not her’s. God spoke to Jesus – and He left His life on the Cross – prepared for Him by the Roman soldiers. (some biblical references) …

The above examples – are clearly stating that – God speaks to us when He wants to.

Today – something happened – in my Life – which changed the way – I looked at things – specially in Terms of relations. People will love to back-stab you – But, an angel of God – shall always come to you – Before the – Devil – eventually comes.

The language of the angels – is a bit bitter – but what they speak – holds value …

Why should we trust in the Lord – when there is a Long and 

Dreary – Justice System

Prevailing – for the deeply – Ailing     ? ? ?

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Systems are made by men. Men with limited knowledge. Men with frailities as large as the Sin.  But yes – Somewhere – these people – Preserve Life To A Great Extent.

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The very process of Law , tends to curb – the growing evils of almost – the similar nature – to an extent.

Law prevails over all. Law prevails over those who make it. Law prevails over those – Who Break It.

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Now ending my thoughts with yet some more of      poetry …………..

Kahin hum door jungle mein bhataktey they , bahut dar  ke ,

Khuda ka haath hum par tha , hamarey hauslon mein tha,

Jinhe dart tha – ki hum – se Aankh who kaise milayengey ?

Badi gurbat bhari baatein who khud mein boltey bhi they.

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Magar insaan who hota hai ki jo – sab kuch bhula kar ke,

Khuda ke kaam karne ke liye , Rukta nahi dar ke,

Jo dartey hain, who martey hai, bahut kamil hidayat hai,

Firishtey par magar – nafrat mein – bhi Bas –pyaar bhartey hain.

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Badi chingariyan leke – who ata hai – Khuda Thukra,

Ussey har – taraf se bas – bura hi lagta hai har Chehra,

Magar jab uske chehrey mein – koi atish – jalata hai,

Hazaron – daag hotey hai , Jinhey – Thukra – chupata hai.

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Kisi ke saath duniya mein agar , koi saath dena ho !

Usi ka saath dena tum, jo tumko – ‘raah’ deta ho,

Yahan gumraah itney hai , ki jitney shakh pe patte,

Jahan jis daal pe hogey , wahi tumko – hila degi.

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Badi nafrat se chalti hai , Khuda duniya teri afzal,

Badey chehrey lagatey hai tere bandey sabhi kartal,

Jahan insaan ko ab – Dost to -  Samjha nahi jata !

Wahan par , kyun bhala , pooja kiya kartey hai yeh – Har Pal ?????

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A Good Heart - Story of man , His dreams , and - Ambitions .....

MY MATTER HAS NO CONNECTION WITH ANYTHING LIVING OR DEAD - IT IS PURELY MY HEART'S - VOICE AND MY HEAD'S IMAGINATION - AND IF ANY COMPARISONS OR SIMILARITIES EXIST ARE - PURELY CO-INCIDENTAL ..........

A Good Heart Always Aches For Others

- Today’s world is full of deceit and anger , against each other , against what we held so beloved to each other. The bond of love is evaded – like a kite long cut – and dying to reach the other side of the – barren wasteland.

- Those we loved – loved – Their own ideas , and this how – Life went on , and today – I find myself standing – on A White Bridge , where there is no – Iron Fence, all I could see, is a blanch – Mind and an ever attacking Heart, and my Pulse has already left me.

- She was the rhythm of my life, and I used to think all the time about her, but – She left me – when I was searching – for Peace the most. Wicked – is the only word – that comes to my Head – when I think of her. But, you see – after every – Volcano eruption, there is a  Brief Gap ………..of silence. How can you live, if you trust people ? Life is bigger than – Promises , Bigger than – Opportunities , Bigger than – Invitations , it is – Compassion – for those who Need you, for those – who need you – but can’t disclose to you. If Jesus – wasn’t the son of God, what made Him speak so – bravely – about His father. This world is – a web – of Emotions , Web of Needs , Web of Words ……….. Web of Life. Some of us who are able to – crawl this Web – become the brave soldiers of God, those who leave inbetween , are Couldn’t Believe – that – God can improve – on the circumstances.

- What is more important ? Belief ? or Non-Belief ? or Make Belief ? No one can answer – Only God can. And, truly speaking the only way to reach God is not – by – Putting a knife across you, but well the easiest way and the most practiced is – Prayer ………

- If – I don’t have the money to but that particular toy – my Boy is asking me – to but from – that Toy Shop…what do I do – Should I slap him and tell him – I can’t do it. Or – go rob the shop – Or tell him – Stop to Dream , you are an unreasonable person , no why not listen to his talks with some compassion , and then say – “Give me some time – As soon as I can do this – I’ll get this”

- This is HOPE. Never rob people of the Hope they have. God doesn’t liked people who – Make others hopeless. This world – dances around the fire of HOPE , and all those who – Try and snatch this from the other – Fall In The Middle of Nowhere.

- It is easiest to run away from a problem, but do you think running away – will ever solve it ? No it can’t ! This world has a fixed circumference, and a Day shall come – when the latitudes shall cross. And, that day – there will be a blade , and some veins waiting to be cut. Before that happens – ask for pardon …………..

This is what the world believes in – and the cycle of magic weaves on. But lets think the other way –

1. One a day a friend of mine , went out after meeting me – and met an accident. I am still there. He is gone. Has our friendship also died. Has everything I invested in him – went into a vacuum – and I’m blank. If this is true – half the world – should be Cynical and the other half Depressed. Oh ! No !
2. It is true – an accident or bad-event leaves us – BLANK – but it should not stop us – from believing – that God wants us here.
3. People have a purpose. People are HIS best creations. People are HIS best hope.

4. If after writing after all this – I say – I don’t like it – I have wasted the last 30 minutes of my life. I should say – I love it.

5. Hope is – the biggest Gift given to Human Beings. The why think we are alone ?

Music of the heart is music of the soul,

I love you more than truth , more than every goal,

And, inbetween – these  - pauses of time … that creep in ….

Can’t make a difference. Nothing can make ---   A Hole in My Soul   !

When you went – I went cold,

I lost you to Destiny , like a story Untold,

And, when I think of it , some things ….do seep in ……….

Nothing can make me – Sad ……. With God – I’ll be bold ……….

Love , Life , Leisure ,  Likes and Laziness ……….

All left in me – Is dark …and my obedient Haziness …….

The gift of smile is – not mine – in life I can’t leep in …

All said and done – I’m living ……maybe its craziness …..

-          My dear readers – this life is a gift. And I am sure – each one of you shall – be blessed by that gift – when you shall read me ……….

H.A.P.P.Y    R.E.A.D.I.N.G

                                                                                              

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MY MATTER HAS NO CONNECTION WITH ANYTHING LIVING OR DEAD - IT IS PURELY MY HEART'S - VOICE AND MY HEAD'S IMAGINATION - AND IF ANY COMPARISONS OR SIMILARITIES EXIST ARE - PURELY CO-INCIDENTAL ..........

The Crying Mountain

Hey Readers,

This is fiction.

Along the large and unexplored barren wastelands, the red grounds of the jungle like area, smelt like charcoal burning in a distance. We were standing in the middle of nowhere. The waters were flowing from all possible ways - but from - where most expected. The sun was 'bout leaving its edges, and - the smell of the wasted and half-rotten animals was spreading fast.

In all this mystic dance of destiny, and our lost ways - I heard the crying mountain.

The most beautiful, amidst - the many more dark ones, the ones with the temples all over it, and the ones - where only Silver Oak was growing - this was a Lonely, Thin and - ever Singing - mountain - so lovely - I could hear it hum, I could hear it sing.

Some say - they hate the busy city lives, but others are dying to be in the city. What the truth of life is and why we do things the way they are done - are very - confusing. Man was born to love, and man should die - to safeguard what he loves. These are the two - Verses ....rest all - imagination of the bored out mind.

But, this story of the mountain is true. And, all the streams that - were flowing besides it, were - making - Unnecessary sounds - The sounds of - distress, the sounds of weakness, and the sounds of apathy.

If we are living a life meant by God for us, why should others worry about it ? If we are sitting in the company of evil , why should others - Hate Us ? If we are not ready to listen to anything but our own - self created conscience - then - Why are we listening to others at all ? - These are the questions - My mountain asked me, and I said - Others worry about you - because - You are the prettiest of all of them, and they think you go to some other range - their range may become the range of Darkness. If you doing things wrong - They worry they might lose you to your own - prevaricating mind. And eventually the last one -
If you stop listening to all others - and start listening to only your own self - then - All nature and all its symphonies - shall look and sound merrily like - the hum drums of an ordinary Village Orchestra , and you would be - Like an archipelago in the dark and turbulent Sea.

My mountain smiled back to me, and said. I am able to understand you now...........

Happy Reading ............. wud write more soon ...........