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How Much And How Different Value Of Money Is

This is my first short story (a long story I have already written), trying hard to express my feeling through my insufficient vocabulary in English literature. I hope, someday I will have enough English word to express my emotions more profoundly.I was in 3rd year in IT-BHU, Varanasi. Assi-Ghat used to be my best spot, for peace and serenity descends into me as my mind synchronizes to the rhythm and tranquility of Ganges. Every evening after watching, contemplating and passing some alone moments, I used to content my tongue, without bothering my stomach at PAHALWAN LASSI BHANDAR. But that evening was not the same evening. As I paid to the shop owner and was about to put my-self on my Honda-Activa, a sudden touché, so delicate yet so demanding made me to turn my eyes. What I saw, was a woman in mid forties, cladding in torn saris, holding a semi-clad baby in her bosom. Her whitish-brown scattered hairs, deep-dark earnest eyes, pale face, were reflecting her bottomless agony but yet ref…

Random thoughts

My desires only seem to me immortal as they hold up my mind, ridicule to my heart, fill me with dream to achieve .It challenges me to show my potential, to show that I am existing. I can feel the duality that wants to shatter each other. I doubt the path which I have chosen to follow whether it has chosen by me or path has chosen me. My path is trying to coincide to a confluence of desire, power and reputation. A fear to become obsolete is driving me, forcing me to increase the complexity of life. One side of my mind is saying to jump again in the hell of competition and other side to be grateful for what you have already got.

What an enchanting evening this is! Sky looks like a painting, is gifted to us by the existence on blue canvas with different color. The metamorphosis of clouds into different shape is claiming the movement and changefulness of life, challenging the orthodox and dogmatic thoughts of narrow-minded people. A breezy air, passing through my air is whispering a no lyr…

There is nothing to be serious.

All the jokes are excerpted from OSHO-WORLD magzine. While reading , i have come across some beautiful lines about seriousness...1.Seriousness is a disease.2.There is nothing to be serious.3.Only idiots are serious.ØMulla Nasrudin and his wife were sitting on a bench in the park one evening just at dusk. Without knowing that they were close by, a young man and his girl friend sat down at a bench on the other side of a hedge.Almost immediately, the young man began to talk in the most loving manner imaginable."He does not know we are sitting here," Mulla Nasrudin's wife whispered to her husband. "It sounds like he is going to propose to her. I think you should cough or something and warn him.""WHY SHOULD I WARN HIM?" asked Nasrudin. "NOBODY WARNED ME."Ø"We want a responsible man for this job," said the employer to the applicant, Mulla                   Nasrudin.               "Well, I guess I am just your man," said Nasrudi…

Theory of Everything

Theory of Everything”. To understand this, first we have to know what ‘theory’ is and what significance of ‘everything’ is.
A certain phenomenon is analyzed, based on the observation. We try to present the analysis into a conceptual and abstract thought which is called theory. Observations may not be absolute, so theory is revised. Many times, certain observation may contradict the fundamental assumption taken while presenting theory and hence may falsified the theory.
Everything means everything surrounds you, effect directly or indirectly or is affected directly or indirectly. Everything is not limited to mechanical world where beauty, love and compassion are abstract senses; but here everything includes all; the feeling after seeing a rose; the happiness after getting a success; the desperation after departing your lover. The question remains whether we can be able to formularize or conceptualize these things and can predict a theory. For this, our observation should be infinite and…

Final Words

As soon as I pondered why I would miss IT-BHU. A lot of thoughts rippled in my mind, created a turbulence, in which everything was blurred. I waited for it to settle down and whatever I am going to write is the reflection of my feelings. It’s amazing to feel that
New sense,
New friends,
New expectations,
New temptations are now

An experience,
A source of immense love,
Fulfilled ambitions,
A realization of baseless existence.

I can never forget the never-ending discussion to my friends. Sometime, this is mixed with noise and aggression. The domain of our discussion was small, but it has a larger range.

I will miss parties in IT-BHU, for they are the one who familiarized me the untouched dimension of my life.

I owe to Yogesh (Boka) for making me to pronounce the morally illegal statement after his constant practice for two years.

I owe to Praveen (Bihari) for criticizing my blogs, my theoretical thoughts and my life habits which steered to me a direction to became the greatest chatu(talkative) (As…