COme BaCk to HaUnT Me

Hey honnie these days i imagine this way that i am somewhere fighting on a front and back home you are waiting for me. Whenever i feel dizzy or sometimes confused or puzzled i take your hankercheif from my coat and have good view of it. Then and only then i become calm and relaxed. WHEN THE TRUTH IS 'I MISS YOU'.
Baby oh sweet honey, you are my life.





A warning sign,
I missed the good part then I realized,
I started looking and the bubble burst.
I started looking for excuses.

Come on in,
I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in,
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones,
That I started looking for a warning sign.

When the truth is, 
I miss you.
Yeah the truth is, 
That I miss you so.

A warning sign,
You came back to haunt me and I realized 
you were an island and I passed you by,
You were an island to discover.

Come on in,
I've gotta tell you what state I'm in,
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones,
That I started looking for a warning sign.

When the truth is, 
I miss you.
Yeah the truth is, 
That I miss you so.

And I'm tired, 
I should not have let you go.

So I crawl back into your open arms.
Yes, I crawl back into your open arms.
And I crawl back into your open arms.
Yes, I crawl back into your open arms...

i will fix you

When you try your best, but you don't succeed


When you get what you want, but not what you need

When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep

Stuck in reverse



And the tears come streaming down your face

When you lose something you can't replace

When you love someone, but it goes to waste

Could it be worse?



Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you



And high up above or down below

When you're too in love to let it go

But if you never try you'll never know

Just what you're worth



Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you



Tears stream down on your face

When you lose something you cannot replace

Tears stream down on your face

And on your face I...



Tears stream down on your face

I promise you I will learn from my mistakes

Tears stream down on your face

And on your face I...



Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

Back to the start

Come up to meet you, Tell you I’m sorry, You don’t know how lovely you are




I had to find you, Tell you I need you, Tell you I set you apart



Tell me your secrets, And ask me your questions, Aww let’s go back to the start



Nobody said it was easy

It’s such a shame for us to part

Nobody said it was easy

No one ever said it would be this hard

Aww take me back to the start



I was just guessin’, At numbers and figures, Pullin’ the puzzles apart



Questions of science, Science and progress, Do not speak as loud as my heart



Tell me you love me, Come back to haunt me, Oh when I rush to the start



Runnin’ in circles, [sounds like] Chasin’ our tails, Comin’ back as we are



Nobody said it was easy

Aww It’s such a shame for us to part

Nobody said it was easy

No one ever said it would be so hard

I’m goin’ back to the start

prayer

They say when you discreetly say prayer into the ears of 'nandi' lovely disciple of Shiva it gets fullfilled. So i say this
" baby its long long time i saw you though i live with you every moment. Kid i love you. Such a long time and i cant stop running towards you. Can you hear my heart beating? Can you hear that sound. Because i cant stop thinking and i cant stoo. And i look at the sky and saw the sun and the way gravity pushes on you and me towards each other. Baby when you stop and feel lonley i wanted to be with you in your bad and good times. I hear your heart beat yesterday when my mom was worshipping moon. I nearly skipped couple of mine too.
Baby ......
God help me to get closer to my dreams and not only closely like you did before but this time i want to live them. I dont want them but i need them badly.
Please baby forgive me because i couldnt be with you when you were so lonely. But baby i did so much and still ... but i was always there for you and so were you i know..

God give me valor, Give me patience like you did gave it to my lovely girl. Make her happy. Make her smile when she thinks about me. Dont make her fret over what is now...
Give her lots of courage and your divine insight when she needs a good advice.

God she has lots of faith in you; you know it. Its because of her i have more faith in you. She is inspiration to me. Give her respect she righty deserves. Give her recognisation which is still due.

Give her your own love so that she will stay so.
This is it:"

little pilot in my mind

She's a little pilot in my mind


Singin songs of love to pass the time

Gonna write a song so she can see

Give her all the love she gives to me

Talk of better days that have yet to come

Never felt this love from anyone



She's not anyone

She's not anyone

She's not anyone



A man can never dream these kind of things

Especially when she came and spread her wings

Whisper in my ear the things I'd like

Then she flew away into the night

Gonna write a song so she can see

Give her all the love she gives to me

Talk of better days that have yet to come

Never felt this love from anyone



She's not anyone

She's not anyone

She's not anyone

Physchedelic Performances

Its my quest to strive intellectual accomplishments step by step and steadily via experimentation, appreciatio n and recognisation of conscious and unconcious developments inside and around me; i have so far learned so little i feel. Is it in reading, when i read 'catcher in the rye' i thought its was the moment of truth, when i did a free fall in the heavenly manali again i felt that pang, that tickle, when i saw the final speech of al pacino in the scent of a woman i thought its extreme intelligence and candidness. I saw you and found you in layers beneath and i remembered those magical lines-
" Yeh teri sadadili mar na dale mujhko'. For others you may be a physical entity but for me you are very real and a simple soul no matter how complex is the communication. I love you for what you are even if its triviality such as your moods so changing inside but no matter how hard you try to cover them through your face. You are a good actor but you see i am no less than a curious bystander! -Looking agape from a distance wanting to be in your everysecond, wanting to know what do you do most simple things may be how do you hold a pen or what do you do first when you wake up, may be you look at your hands or rub your eyes or touch your hairs.

Yes i am a  by stander , a lay person which i am now in your physical existence because of the irony of the situation now i have become so; i some times laugh, i sometimes wince in pain then the next moment i become determined and stoic.

I am that on looker who looks at you every moment may through a glass pane invisible but try to look around when you walk on the street because i am looking at you intensely, keenly but lovingly.

Now i know why they say that you 'fall' in love but i am rising and this weightlessness is a very contented , satisfactory and happy feeling. Now this world is more orangy, spurious and shiny; i have coated my blue with this new colour.

So baby remember this now somebody is looking agape at you with my ice cream melting and my eyes fixated on you and only you. So now you must feel concious the way you smile back at me when i stare inside you!!!!!!
happy loving

-Anonymous Onlooker

Unconditional Love

As patience seeks to divluge me in to the deepest intrenchments of smell of very simple and original feelings for the first time in the mind. I sometimes had racked my brain over what is the reason of attachment with you though there isn't any basic give and take or desire fulfillment takes place now and at this perticular moment. This moment is innocent , innocuous of its existence and my feelings for you are real then ever.

Infatuation is the begining of any superficial contact but what if i am attached with no sense of time or belonging to you. This cant be it because it is associated with pleasure and pain. These are carnal or physical activities and now there isnt any of it. To speak in harsh realistic terms there isnt any role of worldly demand and supply constraints here.

I dont know what I would reply if you ever asked me the same question " Why do i love you?" I think would be in vain to think and answer that because when you are everywhere.

" What would i do if i see you right now in physical frame?" I dont even know that because its your love which i feel every now and then, continuously.

" What if you never came to know about my feelings for you?" I am not bothering about that also.

The truth that i have confessed the truth to myself these times; i dont thing the deteremination would falter.
Then what should be the result of this love. What it must culminate to? Where is the end point. When would be the satisfation. These are not even questions as they have their answer inside them!

Loving you has made me to love everything and so is the unconditional love. You and me are flowing in that river together.

I henceforth try to do follow this conduct:

Love everyone and everything, without attaching strings and without judging them.


Have personal regard and respect for the people you meet. Treat them as equals and not inferior or superior in any way.

Work on the principle that everyone is, at heart, good. Assume that although they may do questionable things, the person underneath is fundamentally pure.

If you love someone unconditionally, then you cannot judge or blame them or find them bad.

Unconditional love means love without condition. It means giving love without expecting anything in return, including any reciprocal love.

This can be a difficult route to happiness, yet it is one where a great deal of happiness can be found. The more you can stretch your love, the happier you can be.

Unconditional love is nothing to do with romance. It does not want anything from the other person, though it may want everything for them. It is not about desire and possession; it is about appreciation and concern.
One principle, from the field of psychoanalysis is that we have an inner true self that is too vulnerable to expose, so we cover it up with the mask of a false self. Unconditional love is of the true self. Perhaps also it comes from the true self. In this way, it may be considered as the most real and truthful form of affection.

Pleasure

"Conventional wisdom," says Roger Housden, "tells us that nobody goes to heaven for having a good time." Seven Sins for a Life Worth Living, then, is a refreshing, liberating, and decidedly welcome dose of unconventional wisdom that awakens us to the simple delights and transformative joys of the world around us.




With elegance, gentle humor, and remarkable openness, Housden takes us along as he recalls his personal journey toward an appreciation of what he calls the Seven Pleasures: The Pleasure of All Five Senses, The Pleasure of Being Foolish,The Pleasure of Not Knowing, The Pleasure of Not Being Perfect, The Pleasure of Doing Nothing Useful, The Pleasure of Being Ordinary, and The Pleasure of Coming Home.



Housden writes, for instance, of submitting to the ultimate folly of falling in love, of celebrating our imperfections, of coming to understand the virtues of the Slow Food movement while enjoying an all-afternoon lunch in a small French village, and of discovering in a Saharan cave that, however extraordinary our surroundings, "we are human, a glorious nothing much to speak of" — and learning to be at peace with the notion.



Such pleasures may be suspect in today's achievement-driven, tightly scheduled, relent-lessly self-improving, conspicuously consumptive culture, but surely the greater sin lies in letting them slip away moment by precious moment. "The purpose of this book," says Housden, "is to inspire you to lighten up and fall in love with the world and all that is in it." Reading it is a pleasure indeed.



"When you die, God and the angels will hold you accountablefor all the pleasures you were allowed in life that you denied yourself."



Roger Housden, author of the bestselling Ten Poems series, presents a joyously affirmative, warmly personal, and spiritually illuminating meditation on the virtues of opening ourselves up to pleasures like being foolish, not being perfect, and doing nothing useful, the pleasure of not knowing, and even (would you believe it?) the pleasure of being ordinary.

आरम्भ है प्रचंड

आरम्भ है प्रचंड बोले मस्तकों के झुंड,
आज जंग की घडी कि तुम गुहार दो,
आन बान शान या कि जान का हो दान,
आज एक धनुष के बाण पर उतार दो.

मन करे सो प्राण दे, जो मन करे सो प्राण ले,
वही तो एक सर्व शक्तिमान है,
इश्र की पुकार है ये भागवत का सार है,
कि युद्ध ही तो वीर का प्रमाण है,
कौरवों कि भीड़ हो या पांडवों का नीड़ हो,
जो लड़ सका है वो ही तो महान है,
जीत की हवस नहीं, किसी पे कोई वश नहीं,
क्या ज़िन्दगी है ठोकरों पे मार दो,
मौत अंत है नहीं तो मौत से भी क्योँ डरें?
ये जाके आसमान में दहाड़ दो.

हो दया का भाव या कि सौर्य का चुनाव,
या कि हार का वो घाव तुम ये सोच लो,
या कि पूरे भाल भर जला रहे विजय का लाल,
लाल ये गुलाल तुम ये सोच लो,
रंग केसरी हो या मृदंग केसरी हो,
या कि केसरी हो लाल तुम ये सोच लो.

जिस कवी कि कल्पना में ज़िन्दगी हो प्रेम गीत,
उस कवी को आज तुम नकार दो,
भीगती नसों में आज, फूलती रगों में आज,
आज आग कि लपट का तुम बघार दो.

आरम्भ है प्रचंड बोले मस्तकों के झुंड,
आज जंग की घडी कि तुम गुहार दो,
आन बान शान या कि जान का हो दान,

आज एक धनुष के बाण पर उतार दो!!!

hosla ho Buland

Doriyan ummeed ki aaj humse na chuut jayein
Milkar dekha hai jo sapna, wo sapna bhi na rooth jayee

Hosle wo hosle kya jo sitam se toot jayee
Hosle wo hosle kya jo sitam se toot jayee

Tere sone roop ko hum ek nayi bahar denge
apne hi lahu se tera rang hum nikhar denge

sarfaroshi ki tammanna

सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है


देखना है ज़ोर कितना बाज़ू-ए-क़ातिल में है

(ऐ वतन,) करता नहीं क्यूँ दूसरा कुछ बातचीत,

देखता हूँ मैं जिसे वो चुप तेरी महफ़िल में है

ऐ शहीद-ए-मुल्क-ओ-मिल्लत, मैं तेरे ऊपर निसार,

अब तेरी हिम्मत का चरचा ग़ैर की महफ़िल में है

सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है

वक़्त आने पर बता देंगे तुझे, ए आसमान,

हम अभी से क्या बताएँ क्या हमारे दिल में है

खेँच कर लाई है सब को क़त्ल होने की उमीद,

आशिकों का आज जमघट कूचा-ए-क़ातिल में है

सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है

है लिए हथियार दुश्मन ताक में बैठा उधर,

और हम तैयार हैं सीना लिए अपना इधर.

ख़ून से खेलेंगे होली गर वतन मुश्क़िल में है,

सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है

हाथ, जिन में है जूनून, कटते नही तलवार से,

सर जो उठ जाते हैं वो झुकते नहीं ललकार से.

और भड़केगा जो शोला सा हमारे दिल में है,

सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है

हम तो घर से ही थे निकले बाँधकर सर पर कफ़न,

जाँ हथेली पर लिए लो बढ चले हैं ये कदम.

ज़िंदगी तो अपनी मॆहमाँ मौत की महफ़िल में है,

सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है

यूँ खड़ा मक़्तल में क़ातिल कह रहा है बार-बार,

क्या तमन्ना-ए-शहादत भी किसी के दिल में है?

दिल में तूफ़ानों की टोली और नसों में इन्कलाब,

होश दुश्मन के उड़ा देंगे हमें रोको न आज.

दूर रह पाए जो हमसे दम कहाँ मंज़िल में है,

सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है

ज़िस्म भी क्या ज़िस्म है जिसमे न हो ख़ून-ए-जुनून

क्या लड़े तूफ़ान से जो कश्ती-ए-साहिल में है

सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है

देखना है ज़ोर कितना बाज़ू-ए-क़ातिल में है

Moon Shawdows

One thing quite peculiar in Indore is its food culture. It didnt take me long enough to realise from day 1 from where i landed in the city. Dad helped me settling down and we dropped nearby the bus station and saw a long queue. We both initially thought was it some sort of riot of something. People shouting all over the place and young-middle aged people dressed gaudily along with kids hurriedly gasping in for some sort of thing. We both enquired from bystanders about what was it and we were astonished to realise that it a resturant called 'Gurukripa' which offers good food at reasonable price tag. For us it was a surprise because you see we never saw anything like that in Bhopal.

Soon i got in the flow with city's vibrant cuisine ranging from early morning fas food to heavy lunches and then evening hefty cream drinks and then spicy night food to late night fruit chats. You get everything in indore. You name it and they have it. Other thing is funny and satiating food nomenclature.
Say Ghamandi lassi aka Proudy buttermilk hahahaaa!!!
Kala Khatta, Aunti Soda, Bhutte ka kiss, moong ka halwa, baked Samosa( Patty in bpl), aaloo ki kachori(my fav.), missi roti and dry snacks with a whole lot of variety like one made from rice and another one with wheat. I can solely survive on those snacks for a complete week!

Food tradition starts right from bus stand with poha Jalebi then you can steer to rajwada to have a whole some Juice with a Hot dog ( They have their own indori version and its quite palatable). After pampering your senses with old book shops in khajuri market with a chocolate tea( Ya choco flavor tea and they serve that in ceramic cups!). On a hot humid day gogi and me would roam there in shorts, gogles and cheap T shirts all day long.  Then you can move to MG road from GSTI square gliding down to chappan dukan muaaahhh! 56 shops that serve all types of foods. You can imagine its not less than heaven if not exactly it.
Night life is quite vigorous and wholesome if one is given to hedonism- ready to give all of it not caring if he or she will be late for work the day after it. Local brand Icecream Monica Galaxy aka Ek ke sath Ek free! Parsavnath pan is so juicy that it melts in the mouth within seconds.

New Indore has added to its glory with isolated coffee shops, Level 3 then 5 and now they have a good dance floor at sayaji too. Ravindra Nath Tagore theatre is also very innovative for the kind of art work it encapsulates in its tradition. Usha raje stadium is now an international stadium and Abhay Prashal is too good and i cant forget jagjit singh's heart warming show in there.

Velocity has a dazzling restutrant called Moon shawdows and so far its no1 for me.

moon calender October 2010

Bhagat singh

AIM OF LIFE
Aim of life is no more to control mind, but to develop it harmoniously , not to achieve salvation hereafter, but to make the best use of the here below,and not to realise truth,beauty and good only in contemplation ,but also in the actual experience of daily life; social progress depends not upon the ennoblement of the few but on the enrichment of many; and spiritual democracy or universal brotherhood can be achieved only when there is an equality of opportunity in the social, political and individual life


The above piece of writing is when Shaheed Bhagat Singh was in Jail.

Here is a quotation which personally very much.
"Lover , lunatic and poets are made of the same stuff "



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Somebody

You, do you remember me?
Like I remember you?
Do you spend your life
Going back in your mind to that time?
Because I, I walk the streets alone
I hate being on my own
And everyone can see that I really fell
And I'm going through hell
Thinking about you with somebody else


Somebody wants you
Somebody needs you
Somebody dreams about you every single night
Somebody can't breath without you, it's lonely
Somebody hopes that one day you will see
That Somebody's Me

How, How could we go wrong
It was so good and now it's gone
And I pray at night that our paths soon will cross
And what we had isn't lost
Cause you're always right here in my thoughts


Somebody wants you
Somebody needs you
Somebody dreams about you every single night
Somebody can't breath without you, it's lonely
Somebody hopes that one day you will see
That Somebody's Me

You'll always be in my life
Even if I'm not in your life
Because you're in my memory
You, when you remember me
And before you set me free
Oh listen please


Somebody wants you
Somebody needs you
Somebody dreams about you every single night
Somebody can't breath without you, it's lonely
Somebody hopes that one day you will see
That Somebody's Me

Jag Ja.....

JAG JA…

jag ja ri gudiya

misri ki pudiya

meethe lage do naina

nainon mein tere,

hum hi base the hum hi base hain, hain na.

o ri raani, gudiyaaaa,

jag jaa, arii jag ja, mari jag ja.

halka sa kosa, subho ka bosa,

maan jaa ri, ab jaag ja.

naak pe tere, kaatega bicchoo jaag ja,

tu maan ja jo chahe le lo,

dashrath ka vaada

nainon se kholo ji raina

o ri raani, gudiyaaaa, jag jaa,

arii jag ja, mui jag ja. kirnon ka sona,

os ke moti, motiyon sa mogra.

tera bichauna, bhar bhar ke daroon,

gulmohar ka tokra. aur jo bhi chaho,

maango ji maango, bolo ji, meri maina.

o ri raani, gudiyaaaa, jag jaa,

arii jag ja, oye jag ja. jag ja ri gudiya..

Ek bar aao dil dukhane ke liye

रंजिश ही सही दिल ही दुखाने के लिए आ
आ फिर से मुझे छोड़ के जाने के लिए आ

पहले से मरासिम न सही फिर भी कभी तो
रस्म-ओ-राहे दुनिया ही निभाने के लिए आ

किस किस को बताएंगे जुदाई का सबब हम
तू मुझ से ख़फ़ा है तो ज़माने के लिए आ

कुछ तो मेरे पिन्दार-ए-मोहब्बत का भरम रख
तू भी तो कभी मुझ को मनाने के लिए आ

एक उम्र से हूं लज़्ज़त-ए-गिरिया से भी महरूम
आए राहत-ए-जां मुझ को स्र्लाने के लिए आ

अब तक दिल-ए-ख़ुशफ़हम को तुझ से हैं उम्मीदें
ये आख़िरी शम्में भी बुझाने के लिए आ

माना कि मोहब्बत का छिपाना है मोहब्बत
चुपके से किसी रोज़ जताने के लिए आ

जैसे तुझे आते हैं न आने के बहाने
ऐसे ही किसी रोज़ न जाने के लिए आ

My heart thumps only for you! Rest is biology.

Its almost like prying into deep and hollow spaces of tender cores of your heart. Deep recesses of simple beats sometimes too difficult to read. I try to hear you with patience and after some initial frustations i start to hear them- pure, crytal and clear. Your heart beats- dig.... dig.... dig.... dig... thumping all the time ringing for me and i know that.

You might say how do i know it or you might think that i am crazy as this is not the way to reciprocate to me. Dont think that its that simple a phenomenon that we've got into. Even i dont know how many time a day do i talk to you. Asking small things from you, telling every thing i do, making my presence known to you, confessing my love to you all the time.
And you do the same no matter now just to irritate me you will say "'nay' i dont do that"

I also heard you saying last night that you have given a thought about me and have left it on just the time and how it decides for us. I just couldnt agree more.

It sometimes pains me that i dont know what you might be thinking right now as you are reading things or to be true whether you are reading this. No sign at all. But i would just hope otherwise.

Never before did i felt such longing for a person as i felt for you. I tried to convince myself whenever that it really doesnt matter how are you reacting now; may be its not the right time. Well those are the things of yore now and i dont like to think about them.

All i want to do is to think the other way; the way i think we should have spent time now much closer to each other. I am not lament of what is lost nor i am trying to live for future but as people say its best to say in the present; what is good about present when it doesnt have you in person like the way i wanted and the way you wanted me.

You have in numerous ways have revealed your love for me and i almost all the time had sensed that. But understand me; i have inspite of understanding your verbal or non verbal cues, didnt spoke a word about it. Every time i talked to you,for the first time in life i realised that i can also love someone like i have loved you and will love you forever for that.

That soft and panicky side of myself i had never seen before. I had never felf a feeling of fear never before in my life.

You brought rainbow in my blue sky and have always tried to be your moon. Its truth that i tried but my direct ways had sometimes hurt you and believe me it hurts me too that way.

So what does this silence entails?

Its a question i dont want an answer now and may be i wish that i dont read what i do write ever again beacause these words would remind be of time when i am shackled with what they say is 'i dont know the word'.

Nor i would waste my time thereupon to know why this time; this very moment has lost, not i would try to understand the plausibility of this pain inflicted on us. Nor i would think about unthinkable distance of yours from me.

But i know one thing if its written that you are to be with me then no one can change this not ever time and also if that is not written i ll make sure that i write it. And that is not new for me to do.

Good luck

sweeet honey moonmun! haah.

sweetness

Every now and then my heart fills up with lots of love for you- Unimaginable, continuous and very fluffy,very very much. Then what i do is to wallow in inside you and i am so kinda come light. So light that i fly. I just cant put in words and it frustates me because i want to show what i had thought about just now or then. Somenight when we would be settled under the moon i could just hope i recall what all i had thought about.

I want to tell you that memory may also have some limitations but i just hope i could do everything for you just at the spur of moment.

Stay happy

my sweetness my sunshine!
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182 days, 14 hrs and 2 minutes

How do you feel when you dont have even shredded piece of info of what the one you think about all the time doesnt reciprocate. Its not that i except the same but there is a certain humane to it, at least. I sometimes wish i were a robot who doesnt feel a bit.
When you commit someone from heart no matter how deep you in quagmire you reciprocate in some form. Hope i dont feel like this again.
And its 182 days, 14 hrs and 2 minutes now since then!

Good for satanic interventions and endless suffering for me.

A matter of Interpretation

In a reply to my post at ndtv about overtly biased viewpoint of upper middle class grownups of supposedly threat to their young female members outside home in a uncontrolled environment say a public bus or a movie theater etc. I had used several facts to reinforce my hupothesis about this paranoia and commented on how it curbs to the development of an all round personality of such off-springs. And this woman,who claimed outside world to be disgusting for them all together retorted with unsupported,judgemental and personal views.

Later when i very calmly gave reply to her email and thereby soliciting facts to prove it; it came out that he had a history of several 'not so good' experiences regarding the subject. That is tragic but she now superimposes the same situation with similar variables in case of her young daughter that too 15 years since then. She had newspaper and channel newitems to quote which i replied as sporadiac and downplayed their effect to this situation. Later i had to give her certain links to the same subject to make her understand the gravity of the situation.

It was disturbing to me to see anyone so facilely blur the distinction between the observations and interpretations and then even go so far as to make numerous deductions without the slightest shred of evidence. When I was very young and did not “see” what seemed obvious to adults, I often thought I was stupid and unsuited for science. Now I sometimes wonder if that is why I make progress. I see the ability to invent interconnections as no advantage whatsoever where the discovery of truth is the objective.

There are those who believe that science consists entirely of disproving alternative hypotheses, as if when you eliminate the alternative views, the one you have left is right. The problem is that there is no way to think of all the possible hypotheses that nature can devise. More than that, you have to prove which is the most reasonable. But any one hypothesis can, with a limited data set, be reasonable. There is at least a touch of truth in the idea that any variable affects another. If you look long and determinedly enough you will find that almost any variable element you choose to examine apparently affects the behavior you are studying. You have to be able to skim over what is not important or relevant to your problem, and to concentrate long enough on the prime movers to unearth sufficient facts that, presuming they are recognized, add up to something.

Confessions

Last week was very happening from the viewpoint of every avid Indian Citizen. Babri Majid- Ramjanmbhoomi verdict,Opening of CWG-Delhi and Gandhi Jayanti.
These three incidents though dont have any interconnection but what is most interesting is the pretext of their occurence.

It is not more than an irony that a man of Character as of Ram was used as a pretext of riots and needless voilence in India. He if in person would be looking from above must have cried at the situation so tragic and full of injustice. Ram can be conferred as Iqbal- E- Hind as it was told to me by Mrs. Uma Dubey mam' some years back. I to find my view point devoured entire Ramcharitramanas to identify diffrences and similarites between him and Krishna. Though the incarnations of the same - Vishnu both have their own charisma. Women identify themselves more with Krishna because of his very heartwarming and cute image of a plump child. Also Krishna literature has described love in very profound and fullfilling way. His dialogues with Gopi and their unconditional love is most cherished in a veriety of ways to me.
Its said that entire wealth of the universe falls short infront of Unconditional love. When krishna used to play the flute entire set of gopi's used to leave their work as it is. Some of them were also married but their incessant love for krishna made them forgetful of their present conciousness. This one to many function with carnal pleasures' interdepedency is the most profound example of the same feelings.

Its also said that such love is very hard to get these days when the societal maze has got interwined with aspirations and other materialistic commitments and ego;but i strongly disaprove of this. Ofcourse this may be true in a number of cases but that finding cannot be superimposed to my or any other case. This argument is true if i give an example to make it lucid.
Consider this-" 10 people have played with my trust in a variety of way so this 11th person will also do the same." This is insane.
Or this one" 20 love marriages have failed in my vicinity so doing a love marriage is a risky business."

If we do an indepth analysis of Ram one would find a very serene demeanour with a charishma deemed to the priciples of equality,justice and compassion. He was like any other human faced troubles and also sometimes broke with emotions. When laxman grew unconcious with the strike of malfluous 'nagpash', he almost gave into the pressure and grief. But important is his commitment and a will to rise up. When he was newly coronated as Prince of Ayodhya he solemnly accepted the ill wish of his other mother Kekai and moved to Jungle. He was never accosted with a feeling of revenge for what was done to him. He was on the otherhand more filled with love for his brother Bharat. He always choose right methods to achieve and with much efforts he found what he deserved.

If someone uses extreme voilence and blodshedding measures for a piece of land then definitely he doesnt know a bit of what Ram was like. New India is young and more reasonable in their actions and they have shown that inspite of inclusion of various western tendencies they have only grown reasonable on grave issues. This cant be termed as indifference of young people about the subject as some would profess but it is more about learning from the past.

Coming to Gandhi- i recalled his serious effort named - " My Experiments with Truth". This non fiction item is very artfully crafted with all this candid experiences about what he did and how he should have done them. We too feel that sometimes after we write an exam but hopelessly that learning doesnt carry forward. Gandhi like any other young man failed many a times on the issues with self control- whether in speech or behaviour. His experience abroad and with Kasturbai are hilarious when they start off but one becomes mesmerised with ability to describe them in detail after he became 'Mahatamai in India. No one would want that his or her wrong doings should come up after he or she has been acknowledged as a Good Chap! But Gandhi almost like a true gentleman confessed each of things which he thought were wrong.
Its like you have won the race but now you dont want to discuss about your real intensions. Gandhi was a very coomon man in his appearances and behaviour early on. Its true because he himself didnt thought that he was to become the father of the Nation one day. But some incidences made him learn quicky. He evolved the philosophy of non -voilence and endless compassion. He would urge people to waive of all the ill thoughts you have for other people beacause they did something wrong to you; on the other hand love your enemy, feed them if they are hungry! Think that they are just 'ignorant' of what they are doing and they are lost souls.

Its idealist and away from reality, i thought early on but its a very amazing feeling to forgive people. I tried it some times it feels good.

Give it a try!!!
It works!!!

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jammutavi

After this i got my computer back from the vendor i find some time again to ruminate over some of the instances which are quite noteworthy.

So it was a couple of year ago i happened to be in Pune after the college was over. I thought before going to home i must clear my head of farewell frenzie. And Pune didnt dissapointment me at all. On the pretence of attending a mass communication programme at prestigious symbiosis i packed my bag and hopped on Garib Rath! - the infamous train to the famous destination. I sat on the allocated seat and found enough crowd to pass the time. Faces- different ones. Dark,tanned, clear , fair and pale- Wrinkled Old ones, Clear young ones , sullen faces, bright faces. Every face had a story and their conversation giving me a glipse of their seemingly same but different lifes.
Trains have a story every time i got on ; especially long distance ones. Jammu Tavi is one of them. How can i forget that Punjabi old lady from Haryana. When in Jan we headed for jammu and Guptaji asked a very innocuous and rhetorical question-" Jammu wich dhand kitni hogi?" The the woman bearing a sikh knife and white Kurta replied coyly " Munde bohat dhand padiya si". I dont know why that simple answer give me a lot about her life. When we did a lot of talking about chandigarh and other places. We helped her with her luggage. When she left us; she said something amazing. " puttar kabhi ludhiyana aayo to is address wich jaroor aana." She gave the V-card of her son which i put in my wallet with an assuring smile to the old lady. When we got down at some anonymous station before jammu. I saw people were picking up 'mooli' from vegetations. I took out my wallet to see something and i caught some view of that V-card. It was like this-
" Late- Harpreet Singh
   Ludhiyana Hockey Team '05
   20- jalpari colony, vasant road
   Ludhiyana"

It was her son, her only son she was talking about all the time. About how he is a super hockey player. She told me that he the best in Ludhiyana and since he is playing a match so he cant come to pick her up from the station. She did all the talking about her son to the point which made us bored of him. The guy who was already dead. And i could not guess for a single moment about that situation.
I remember i felt a huge lump in my throat to the point that i was not able to take anything inside. I felt what was that; why it has to happen that way and so on. I saw the face of horror . I understood what can be the definition of loss. Someone you love so much that his or her presence or absence looses the importance and ...................

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