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Kites

I love to fly kites...Kites are one of the few things that depict life so aptly...In a blank space, a vulnerable piece of paper is flying...as high as it starts looking like a star dwelling in the light of sun...There are so many kites flying ...people have got the threads that are controlling them...making them to go more upwards...As they draw the string; it swings up-ward and then like a unwilling child, it starts coming into its own position...But wind starts caressing it like a mother and pushes it to go upwards...And suddenly it starts lifting..But the man is not satisfied by the current height of its ‘kites’...he draws the thread again and again until it starts flying at the highest position...And see, how serious kite looks at the highest position...It is stable...no ups and downs...But has it not lost its charm ???

OLQs

My whole day is so busy now a day that I hardly find any time to open my Lap-top. Life seems like set of repetitive incidents disciplined by certain constraints. Formal wear + tie, black shoes, daily savings, fixed timings of lunch, break-fast and dinner; this is what I am doing and trying best to adapt myself in this changed environment... You wish it for or not...but here the atmosphere is such as you are forced to follow the quote “Early to sleep and early to rise”. One thing I would accept that my life seems more systematic and predetermined but it also feels as mechanical.  Well, I am a trainee who is learning OLQs (officer like qualities) who would be an Officer after 20 weeks.  However Creative works are catalyzed in a free environment where your instincts and impulses could flow in an entropic way...But whatever it is ...it is all our choices that we make in our life... Life is a bounded and vaguely partitioned periphery where we need to have discrete steps with compromised at…

Religion; My Thoughts

It might appear you as a blasphemous post...So please read it at your own risk...It is just my (Agnostic)opinion at this moment which might be changed over the time...


Bertrand Russell says that By self interest Man has become gregarious, but in instinct he has remained to a great extent solitary...these two contradictory characteristics are optimized and glued by the religion...To an extent religion unites in a group...An intelligent technique to face the uncertainty and unpredictability of life...


Recently I was reading the novel “Lajja” by Taslima Nasrinn...A question suddenly came into my mind...Has not religion divided, brought carnage and disaster than united us? For centuries we have been fighting over religion...Some on the name of protecting their religion; some on the name of expanding their religion...
If everything in your life is certain, there would be no need of “God”. But probability of events and incidents has led us to think about some supernatural and mysterious existe…

If I Were A Baby Again

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 4; the fourth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.
“If I were baby again”, I can’t say whether I would be happier or not...But I know one thing that I would not be as happy as I conceive about it today. Somehow I feel retrospection makes things brighter and colourful. And might be my imagination due to retrospection would just virtually increase the intensity of happiness...



The word “baby” stands for two meanings to me...
First...One who is innocent; new to the world; without any judgement of right or wrong; unbiased; spontaneous; original; jovial; playful; unknown to trickeries of the world...
Second...  One who needs help; who is dependent; who needs care; who is incapable to do many things he wishes; one who is not fit to survive in this practical world...
Amazingly, in the journey of life, for being independent; for b…

Helpless Smile: 55-Fiction#5

A beautiful-sunny morning
Children were running, playing and enjoying
in the cool-breezy-aromatic air
Her soft-tempting eyes were moving...
Suddenly an elderly voice sprouted into air
Come on, Girl! Run and play with these children
She looked behind the bench and with
a helpless-feeble smile, lifted up hercrutches...




Message...
Polio freeIndia-Let’sdeliver!
Hit hard, make dreama reality!

Recession: 55 fiction#4

Recession



Doctor:Don’t worry. This recession has brought several other people like you into depression...Have you not read the book “Be happy”? Read and take my prescribed medicines...You would get better soon...


Patient: I don’t think this book would help me...


Doctor:why?


Patient: Because I am the author of this book...




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Those Three Words

I had never imagined even in my wildest dream that one day our two years old-matured-committed relationship would get an end. And it was not a terrible dream. It was a dreadful reality. We had fought many times over trivial issues...and fight was not new...but our break-up was shockingly new. In a moment the castle of love, built in two years was collapsed down and was washed out by the tears of our eyes...
This was no way less than a nuclear explosion. My soul was being constantly stressed out of the body. A fire in the whole body was igniting which was reflecting by my faded-desiccated-wrenched face...
My friend suggested me to have a tour as it would make me feel better. So finally, I decided to go Goa, where I first met her. Might be I could end her memories from where it started. So I took the flight to Goa and next day I was at the calangut beach. It was first time I was alone physically but I knew how hard it was to be alone mentally...Mentally, I was still cursing my fate to fal…

Uniqueness And Illness

There is one more month after which I am going to enter in professional world. I don’t know how it would be but some of my friends who have joined their respective companies are saying only one thing that “the best days (College days) are over”. Well, it is little bit scary for me when I imagine a routine life, going to office at 8:00 a.m. and returning at 6:00 p.m. without any bunk. And certainly these days would never match with wonderful experiences of college days. The good thing in professional word is salary, a feeling of economical independency...But well, it also somehow comes into a form of responsibility and accountability. My friends say that in college days they have time but short of money and now they have money but short of time. And for all things which we say in general joy, pleasure and happiness... one needs time and money in definite proportions. Along with money and time, one of the most things we require is congenial friends. Without them, our joy and happiness w…

A Story of An Old Man

No one knew from where he came and how he was surviving. His big-whitish beard, scattered hair, worn out clothes and his erratic behaviour soon confirmed that he was mentally ill. Outside of colony, people often saw him brushing the ground with the small and thin twig of same tree which had become his permanent shelter. He had an old bag too. No one ever had an idea what was inside it. Someone had given him a bottle and aluminium Tiffin that he put just in front of him and frequently the red monkeys and dogs robbed his food, leaving him hungry and thirsty. Often he talks to himself and it went for longer...Sometimes it turned into cry and sometimes he laughed vehemently. It was hard to predict to see his face what he was going to do...was he about to laugh or about to cry? People passed all day. He never looked at them nor did the people look at him. In the night, the women, who were happy for some personal reason or who wanted to show her sympathetic behaviour to her neighbour or who…

A Miracle; A Short Story

Some distant sounds; blurring images; fishy smell; sultry and humid air, this was all she could feel. She didn’t know where she was and why she was. After a dizzying and aching period she could feel the touch of water which was irritating to the core, her body looking like a log, put into salty water for a long-time layering against sands and cobblestones.
“Are you Ok... How are you feeling?  “, In between she heard an organic male voice that was so soothing but full of apprehension...she turned her eyes, sensing the direction of sound....
Her eyes remained opened for a moment. He was handsome, must be of her age or might be 2 years younger or older...she felt she had died and he was an angel, going to welcome in heaven...”Oh! Great...Heaven do exist”, she murmured.
“Who are you?” she saw concern and anger on his face as he asked...she realized that she was not in heaven...she was here...alive; fully functioning; could hear; could smell; could see. She looked around. She saw herself on …

Stirring Of Soul

Even Gold becomes pure when it is fired and hammered. Our apocryphal stories are woven with the concept of “Manthan”. It is to be understood as they are indicative of a greater truth that one has to endure pain and suffering to realize his true and pure nature. There is “Manthan” in real life too. And that is “Stirring of Soul”, an emotional churning. It reveals the truth that was hidden in the darkness of ignorance and provides the strength that you would have never felt. “Stirring of soul” defines and decides yours mettle.
In our life time, almost everyone has to go through pain and sufferings(I am talking particularly emotional one) . Some of them can not able to cope with it and despite facing they bend themselves on their knees, hiding their faces with their palms. And some accept it, face it without calculating if they would defeat or would be defeated. In a long run, former types prove to be so vulnerable that a slight storm of distress destroys their whole being. And later type…

Begging Future

Scientists believe that after a certain period especially childhood, our mind does not develop; it just gathers knowledge, makes it experiences and learns new things.Freud, the father of psychology claims that till that age, the way our mind gets shaped; it lasts for our whole life and defines our behaviour and character. So, the important point which I want to draw is that childhood is the most crucial period which decides and defines our future.
To grow a child, is an art, the most beautiful living art of existence. But unfortunately, everyone doesn’t want to reveal his art as they have never felt the joy of this art Or maybe they would have work more prior to this. So their creation is not perfect. A child needs care, love, humbleness, spontaneity; which most of people would be mistaken by fulfilment of economic needs. Well, a good school can substitute the role of parents to an extent but not completely.
In case of India where good schools and perfect parents are a distant fantasy f…

My 100th Post

And Finally I have made a century. This is my 100th post.Thanks a ton to all my fellow bloggers for their kind support and overwhelming encouragement. 




TECHNICOLORS


I don’t know, why?
I don’t know, how?
But I feel life as a wheel
Moving round and round
Science is in search
To find its "moment of Inertia"
Philosophy is in the investigation
To know the cause of its rotation
We inherit attributes, qualities
They are the lubricants
That make our life so smooth, so efficient
Somehow I feel,
Love is the centripetal force,
That makes you to be on the wheel.
Gratitude is mass
Desire is radius
Speed, you need to find
To be stable on the wheel
So my friend! Tight your belts
To find your unique position
On your unique ever-moving wheel


*If life is a wheel, then Love is the centripetal force that makes you to be on the wheel.


Thanks a lot to Rachana for giving this wonderful title to my poem. :)