Dear Readers ,
This is fiction.
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 ..........
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 ..........
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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