Thursday, April 23, 2009

Last B.tech class


Today was my last B.tech class and perhaps this is my last post during my B.tech curriculum. I am writing this post and contemplating all the reminiscence of my life in IT-BHU. How the 4 years is changed to images and events of past and leaving me a new thought, a new dimension and a new paradigm to my life. My beliefs, my identity and subject of curiosity have been refined if not changed. It was fascinating to observe so many diverse, unique and gifted personalities around me which itself claim the abundance intelligence of existence. If something really intrigued me is my perception about the right or wrong. Before 4 years the parameters to define right or wrong was different. But today the reference is changed and a sense of acceptance is dawning upon me. Personality is not result of any transition, it is creation, stirring of one’s inner being. My conflicts, my fight has developed a more resistance, in gross terms either it is tolerating pressure or humility from any one. I remember the day I entered this institute with hopes in my eyes and expectations of my parents. Today I am contended that t I have fulfilled it to a great measure. Sometimes it feels how cruel this life is. We bear the laughter and share the pleasures in the sweetness of life with our friends. Life gets you attached and then at the second moment makes you apart. We are thrown into an unknown world and start hankering for our identity, our place. New friends are made, new trends are followed. But with optimism, it feels like a new life to me. A new life in which you remember the past and dreams of future. It seems to me as a challenge which shapes you into a desirable personality. I hope my new life will make me a good person who will contribute to society and will extinguish the pain and sufferings of downtrodden people.
I have thought that I will try to write books reviews, movie reviews, my thoughts in politics and blogs on science and spiritualism from my next posts (after my end semester exam). These are the topics which I have not touched yet in my blog.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Deathless


मैं नीर भरी दुःख की बदली !

स्पंदन में चिर निस्पंद बसा,

क्रंदन में आहत विश्व हँसा,

नयनो में दीपक से जलते,

पलकों में निर्झनी मचली !

मैं नीर भरी दुःख की बदली !


विस्तृत नभ का कोई कोना

मेरा न कभी अपना होना


परिचय इतना इतिहास यही


उमटी कल थी मिट आज चली !


मैं नीर भरी दुःख की बदली !
by Mahadevi verma

In my words:


let heart be carved by tears,


be stirred up by your fears.


let it drink the elixir of silence,


let it see into other's , your resemblance.





life breaths through restless tides,


your tears and love move side by side.


your emptiness lifts you into space,


life-givingnes makes you DEATHLESS..

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Pain and Sacrifice


Mahatma Gandhi used to say that whenever we are going to do something, visualize how t is going to affect the poorest man you have ever seen in your life. Our (above certain level in basic necessities) so called Happiness and sorrows are relative to person surrounding you (it is you who choose who are surrounding you). A theory of relativity generalizes the concept of our happiness and sorrows. Therefore this is an attempt to extinguish your pain and for all (I do not know who they are) who feel irritated, frustrated, feeling dejected and rejected over very trivial (in my views) issues.



It was a rainy day,
Inside there was a storm, outside, a funny day.
Tears were being washed by the drops of rain,
The strike of rain was making oblivious to pain.

(As I moved)
I saw an old farmer, struggling with coughing noise,
His hands were trembling but eyes are still in rejoice.
His sweats are dancing with the rain drops,
Like a father, he was protecting his crops.

I saw a woman, hiding a child in her bosom,
Like a warrior, she was fighting for someone.
She was running and running from one tree to another,
Not only the rain but trees had also tears for her.

I realized what an insane I am,
What a disdain pain, I have, compare to them.
My pains are only suffering, and theirs are sacrifice,
They are enjoying the pain which is of no price

Friday, April 10, 2009

Essence of Love


A drop of rain, when moist the dry fields, a fragrance pervades, creates an atmosphere of livingness.This fragrance is the joy and ecstasy, which does not remain bounded to rain and fields but becomes universal for everyone who wants to feel it. Trees grow green, as spring comes. Becoming green is not preparation of trees for spring but it is the spontaneous happening, a consequence. A lotus opens their petals as the sun rises. For lotus it is a way of expressing gratitude for its existence to the sun, which gleams it with divine beauty. A dry field loves the rain. Trees love spring. Lotus loves the sun. For me, love is unrestrained (universal) like love of rain and dry fields; spontaneous like love of trees and spring; a sense of gratitude like love of lotus and sun.
“Love is freedom” is the most common line, depicting love. No one talks about the lovers. Are they free? Is it the love that makes us free or free can love only? What is the level of freedom because freedom has a vast significance and can be classified into many categories? There are still many questions which I want to resolve. For this time I can only repeat the
KHALIL GIBRAN’s line for the lovers

FILL EACH OTHER’S CUP BUT NOT DRINK FROM ONE CUP.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Honesty in relationships


Honesty is the best policy, sounds rhythmic but absurd.
Honesty is not a policy…
Reference to OXFORD dictionary
Policy---(a set of ideas or a plan of what to do in particular situations that has been agreed officially by a group of people, a business organization, a government or a political party)
The fundamental base of any relationship is honesty. Either this relationship is with our parents, our brothers or with our lover. But what does honesty means? I never regard honesty as a mutual sense of two or many (policy). I feel it as a state. Honesty is a state not a policy. When it is a state, it becomes independent of different relationships. It becomes all ours.We will be as honest to our parents as to our lover. But how does this state rises? This rises by taking our responsibility ourselves. It should not be imposed. Like one becomes honest because one wants others to be honest. It is same as crying the Sutras of nonviolence because of fear of dying. It may be an intelligent technique but cannot be nonviolence.
Here our honesty is not a state. It is an event that happens due to others expectations. Often during making relationship we pretend ourselves to a character that we are not. This ploughs the seeds of dishonesty. It happens because we never accept our self in totality. We want to be others to get others. Somewhere we miss our self-respect. Everyone is unique. God does not create carbon copies. I feel personally, a person with sense of inferiority cannot be honest in relationships and reverse is also true that if a person is dishonest, then he has a feeling of inferiority. This may be one reason of disastrous result of arrange marriage in past. Women were imposed with inferiority by the society by rules (Manusmirti). Love is prerequisite of honesty and acceptance of us in integrity is prerequisite of love.