Friday, January 30, 2009

From India with love


the cold rain water is slowly sliding on the glass window...there he sat looking into the rain with his kid sleeping in his lap...many questions remaining unanswered...when he was in love he didnt even think whether it is wrong or not...rain always reminded him of sabeth...those were the days when he was in college doing his graduation...he came far from india to study in the united states of america...life  in america was new to him as well as exciting...he met people from different cultures...during his long walks in the evening he met sabeth...wrapped in layers of wool...her face was like the winter snow... '' It was the first time i saw her,she was beautiful...i thought i was in love''... '' For a moment i stared at her...they seemed excited on taking a look at a stranger...her laips reacted with a amicable smile...the same innocent smile which will captivate me in the years to come...She said ''Hi!''...we talked and walked and i asked her for a coffee rather unwillingily afraid of what she would think of me for i was an introvert...to my surprise she accepted...we talked for a long time about life here...she was from china...we walked from there to the way back...her dorm is on the other side of the campus...we were walking in the campus...my hand touched hers...i felt a sensation...i dont know how she felt...she kept talking...she asked me to show the store there...it was a big three storeyed store...we went there...i said i need to buy some books and asked her to wait in the ground floor...it took me some time and to finish my shopping and when i came back to the ground floor...i kept searching for her...i couldnt find her...i searched for an hour...i went back to my room...i couldnt sleep that day...in the long conversation i had..i didnt ask her e-mail or phone number...it all went like a dream...i thought why she left me like that..is she afraid of strnagers...is she avoiding me...the next day i went to the university directory and searched the name sabeth...there were 8 results...i mailed all of them asking...'' are you the same sabeth whom i met yesterday '' ... after two days i got reply from her...i asked if we two can talk again...we met at the university Mc.D...i really liked her..''... '' this is how i met your mother sid '' ... he wanted to her make her his... he married her against thier parents wish...the time they spent together was the most happiest time in thier lives... sid was born after a few years only to amplify thier happy life... everything is perfect in thier life... but that fateful day came ... the day which proved again that life is unfair... thier happy frame broke like a unattachable glass...she met with an accident when they were in china...the prophet of thier family preached that she will die because she married an alien away from the family tradition...everyone blamed him for her state...but those words didnt effect him as there is another inevitable thing that is going to happen which will leave a permanent vacancy which can never be filled...she went into the room where she was lying...it was her final moments...he sat beside her...they looked into each other eyes...billions of emotions and words travelled from each other within seconds...all the life they spent together flashed before thier eyes...both went to another world...entirely different from where we are now...where only both of them exsisted...something pulled him back from that world...he wanted to go with her...but...something is stopping him...she left him...he cried his heart out holding her hand...the hand which wiped his tears when he was in pain  was now there...lying motioinless ... he turned back and saw sid standing at the door...he was the reason why he is still in this world where she wasnt there...he took the child and left china...to india...for he came to china from india with love.....he left china without his love which left forever into a place where there is only one way to reach...he will wait all his life to reach her...........she will wait too.................................................                  


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Thursday, January 29, 2009

FALSE...


Think of two exactly contrasting terms...black and white...well, you are close...what about truth and false?...if you refer the dictionary for the word ''truth''... it shows that '' The word truth can be used to mean honestygood faithsincerity, agreement with  or reality ''.Honesty,good faith,sincerity...we are familiar with all these terms since childhood...they are quintessential for leading a good life...this was what the wise say...the saying which came to us through the ages...truth is probably the only word which has the same essence...be it any religion...any region...truth is probably the strongest nude reality which we can feel...truth is powerful......truth is very dangerous as it changes the things which are false...we live many falses as we are afraid to accept the truth..it changes our life...it brings us low down to the earth from the false heights...living truth is hard..might not be comfortable...definetly not luxurious...these are the inhibitions of a man who was afraid to accept the truth...the reality..i live on unreal inhibitions...unreal thoughts...my life is based on things which did not exsist...which never will exsist...i made things...made people believe that they did exsist..i dont want to accept the truth...am comfortable living like this...living on unperceptible things...making them look perceptible to others..i manipulate the truth...this is life...not a true or false questionaire...there is nothing like truth...what most people believe is true indeed is true...eventhough its false in reality...we are not living in reality...isnt that funny...few days before i went to a interview...i gave him my certificates...let me tell you a secret...they are fake...but am not afraid...am confident that they had something fake in that company too...so we both are living on the same grounds...and guess what i got that job...i saw a loser...who according to me is a honest man...he didnt get that job...may be he kept everything genuine...thats why he failed...i wanted to go and tell him that '' everyone cheats,why dont you do that '' ... but i did not..do you know why...well it is my success secret....i know am doing wrong and i know it in the very end of my life,...does anything else matter then...nothing...ill feel low for just minutes or hours before dying...but why waste all these years thinking of the sad last hours...am Mr.False....am the winner in this contemporary unreal world....you can see me everywhere around you...you will meet me every other day......i will see you later...until then...take care..............  ----- F A L S E

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

the ONE


i recently joined in a MS program in a central US university...on the first day of our classes..i.e. today...i sat in the class after a long tiring trip around the campus...i was looking for the prof. to come and start something enthusiastic about the topic he's gonna teach...i need to perform well,i came a long way from india to study and desperately want to do well...the prof. came rushing into the class...i thought he was in a hurry as he is late to the class...but it's not the reason...he rushed and asked all of us to come to the auditorium...i was not aware that today was the day when obama was taking charge as the president...when i went into the auditorium,people were crowding there watching the speech very enthusiastically... the first thought which came to my mind after seeing that thing is... '' did we ever do it...did we ever watched a president taking charge in india, that too which such an enthusiasm that even professor's encouraged the students to watch it ? " ... well i thought '' Welcome to America ! ''... Everyone clapped and cheered throughout the ceremony... what does this show? ... are ploitics closely attached to people in US than in India...what could be the reason?... is it because he is the first black president?... why doesnt this happen in india... well, we had a women president sworn in last year... how many watched it live... we didnt see it... our proffesor's didnt took us to watch it...well ,are we supposed to watch it ourselves...in india we need to take the initiatives...we always wait for others to take it...we are comfortable to follow others...we need to take inspiration from others not initiative...we need a barack obama...when i say this i dont mean a white indian president...i meant a leader who came against all the odds to lead ones country...india has it in it...india has the history....india has future too if we take gaint strides towards growth which was possible only with a collective effort... collective effort is a term which has no meaning in contemporary india...name it...be it a religious effort...sect effort...but pronouncing a word collective in india is indeed a tough task...we need everyone to awake from the eternal slumber of the never ending disorder of lacking initiative...we need to experiment...tread new paths...take a little bit of risk...india has the calibre to show new paths to others... a country like india which has the substance to be a world winner is just short of a efficient leader.. indian people should not wait for a leader to arise...they must realise that there is a leader in them..within them..waiting to get unleashed...hiding behind,confined by invisible chains...if you are not the one...help the one break the chains

Incomplete


in the slow blowing wind... hearing to the fluttering of the leaves ... under the shade of the tree ... behind the soft gushing flow of the stream ... she sat ... looking into the horizon ... a half read novel in her lap... she was watching as a day in its end ... a story left incomplete ... it was picture perfect ... her white dress laying softly on green grass against the dark brown bark of the tree ... she felt a sharp pain in her stomach ... she reached for her belly and retraced her hand to find a colour which she hated ... blood red... she was bleeding profusely ... but there was no pain in her face.. for she knew what has to happen had already happened...there is no use doing those things which are of no use...tears ran along her face along with the blood ...it was a friday evening...she was wearing a cream coloured dress ... she was there because of a man she chose to spend her life with...she never knew what was in store...she dressed up well before time and went to her favourite place...under the tree..on the side of the stream...with her new novel...the day was warm...the wind was blowing softly and her hair is playing with it...she sat under the tree and started reading the book...it was about deception...she read a page and looked around...the surroundings were soothing...she saw the grass swaying...she felt the aroma of the flowers...she felt the eternal bliss of the nature...tranquility everywhere...except in her...she cant forget the night...the night before...the night in which she came to know about a bold truth...a truth she cant bear...she was completely broken...the night which told her that she was no longer loved...she felt she no longer exsisted...for betrayal was the most murderous of the feelings to have within...she thought the world is unfair...but its not the world that is unfair...its the people who live in it are unfair...she wanted to live a lie that she is loved...but truth is powerful...it overpowered her...she decided to give it up..live the truth rather than the lie...then the day came...she went up to her favourite place...where she felt only love exsisted...she sat there looking into the horizon ... a half read novel in her lap... she was watching as a day in its end ... a story left incomplete...

Sunday, January 18, 2009

I THOUGHT


idea's...thought's...view's...were born at the same place...the most important and mercurial organ, which was of course...hard to control...everyone will have their very own inhibitions,ideas,views basing on their perception's...these perception's in turn depend on various experiences they face...imagine a brain to be a box in which ideas are kept,when we face a new experience the old held inhibited perceptions regarding that will change and the new views will be incorporated into the brain...if the new incorporated views and thoughts are not accepted and if he sticks to the old thoughts the human is said to be headstrong...when a human is challenged...the challenger keeps his views at stake in the thought point of view...the challenger wants to win...if we suppose a human to be just brain and nothing at all...his brain wants to win...it means his thoughts are such that they crave only to win...they are dominating like a king with colossal power exerting it on a peasant...suppose the human who faces the challenge,means the human's brain who faces the challenge might not be as static and as strong as the challenger...during the course of this very event...anything can happen...one has to lose...that's ultimate...this very thought that one has to lose will be in their brains...to remove the thought that one has to lose..one need to have will power, will power is nothing but the state in which there will be no place for the thought -- '' I will lose''... If the both hath the power of will...the competition will be fierce and will continue till that stage until which one gets the thought that-- '' I will lose '' ... the man who rears that very thought or that very fear of losing will lose first... that thought which was born in the brain disables everything as the brain obviously is the controlling unit of the human... by the time the inevitable thing happens..that is the end of that very event...the man who lost ...the brain of that very man post the challenge will realise that what it thought was wrong... the brain says '' what i thought is wrong...all the effort has gone waste...he is superior..'' .. some will be cool after loss...some vent their anger by exerting it on things... the winning mind will be under control...the objective is achieved...it will be content unlike the losing brain...this is what happens with the brain...controling the thoughts, the brain inturn is tough...suppose there is another part of the brain which plays to our tunes...am supposing it just as a part because i want to convey that all of brain is not in our control...of course it was our brain...but it is not completely under our control all the time...for example am typing this now...my brain is fixed to typing this now...if i want to go and have water even though am not thirsty... i cannot do it... i can if i force myself a bit much.. but that was contradictory to what we were talking right now... we are thinking about the thought evolution process not altering the thoughts by forcing them... well, you can say that the brain is doing what am saying it do, that is tyipng. Can i control my brain by thinking that i only want to think about what am typing and nothing at all, but that doesnt happen ...many thoughts away from what am typing are rushing into my mind...i can control them by focusing on what am typing...it will work only 90% may be...nothing is perfect...you can continue by believing that nothing is perfect in this world... well, thinking like that is also an extra dimension of the brain... now you are thinking something... there is no '' you '' ... what's there is just your '' brain ''....