EMOTIONS

"We all have a relationship with everything. Obviously the relationship we have with the people and objects in our immediate vicinity is more intimate than the rest of the world. For most of us the most common relationship is possession. In our minds we think we own and possess things like cars and houses and carpets and golf clubs etc. This thinking easily spreads into jobs and tasks and positions and perhaps even other people. "I want you", and "You are mine alone", is the essence of many romantic film scripts and song lyrics. What we forget is that this relationship is wrong. It is not possible to possess anything. Care for..yes. Use...yes. But possess...no. You can't take it with you when you go, so we say! And yet it's the idea of possession which lies at the heart of all fear, war and conflict. Can you see it? Fear of loss, fear of not acquiring what we have already decided is ours in our minds. So what is a better relationship we can choose which...

Its my third day of complete idleness,i am advised by my doctor to take complete bed rest and i have had enough of everything i can with the limited capacity that i am having right now,i mean i am left with very few options like watching television,listening to music and checking few social networking sites,and all these things are not really helping me to any extent.like television, showing some travelling and exploring programme,where,the host had gone to manali and he was tasting few exotic dishes made of cheese and potatoes .He also showed one Italian lady running her own small hotel at the beautiful place in manali which was surrounded by greenery and hills and the host was tasting pizza with hot melting cheese . that made me more miserable so i switched off the television and tried to get some sleep ,but all i could think was those melting cheese and pizza .i started having strong urge only to order one for me but i cant as i am advised to stay away from even oil and spices at ...

building up some strength to write something meaningful, hopefully i will not end up writing something insane or awkward,sickness or illness time (which i am getting a lot these days almost every month i am falling sick ) Gives you real time to introspect a lot about yourself.you have no option but lie down on bed because you really don't have enough strength to do anything else even if you want to but thankfully i am having this net for company and i really don't know what subject i am going to write,its such a painful experience to not to be able to do anything hence since morning i am trying to kill my time doing odd things,tried reading one novel which mentioned about beautiful place called ubud in Indonesia,and then searched on the net the images about the place, at times i feel at this point of time all i want is to travel and travel to different places leaving everything behind, but that thought also dis not keep me engaged for long period, now i am feeling it difficult...

Lehron se Darkar nauka par nahin hoti, koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti Nanhi cheenti jab daana lekar chalti hai, chadhti deewaron par, sau bar phisalti hai. Man ka vishwas ragon mein saahas bharta hai, chadhkar girna, girkar chadhna na akharta hai. Akhir uski mehnat bekar nahin hoti, koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti. Dubkiyan sindhu mein gotakhor lagata hai, ja ja kar khali haath lautkar aata hai Milte nahi sahaj hi moti gehre paani mein, badhta dugna utsah isi hairani mein. Muthi uski khali har bar nahin hoti, koshish karne walon ki haar nahi hoti. Asaflta ek chunauti hai, ise sweekar karo, kya kami reh gayi, dekho aur sudhar karo. Jab tak na safal ho, neend chain ko tyago tum, Sangharsh ka maidan chhodkar mat bhago tum. Kuch kiye bina hi jai jaikar nahin hoti, koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti. - Suryakant Tripathi Nirala

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high Where knowledge is free Where the world has not been broken up into fragments By narrow domestic walls Where words come out from the depth of truth Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit Where the mind is led forward by thee Into ever-widening thought and action Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake Rabindranath Tagore

जीवन की आपाधापी में कब वक़्त मिला कुछ देर कहीं पर बैठ कभी यह सोच सकूँ जो किया, कहा, माना उसमें क्या बुरा भला। जिस दिन मेरी चेतना जगी मैंने देखा मैं खड़ा हुआ हूँ इस दुनिया के मेले में, हर एक यहाँ पर एक भुलाने में भूला हर एक लगा है अपनी अपनी दे-ले में कुछ देर रहा हक्का-बक्का, भौचक्का-सा, आ गया कहाँ, क्या करूँ यहाँ, जाऊँ किस जा? फिर एक तरफ से आया ही तो धक्का-सा मैंने भी बहना शुरू किया उस रेले में, क्या बाहर की ठेला-पेली ही कुछ कम थी, जो भीतर भी भावों का ऊहापोह मचा, जो किया, उसी को करने की मजबूरी थी, जो कहा, वही मन के अंदर से उबल चला, जीवन की आपाधापी में कब वक़्त मिला कुछ देर कहीं पर बैठ कभी यह सोच सकूँ जो किया, कहा, माना उसमें क्या बुरा भला। मेला जितना भड़कीला रंग-रंगीला था, मानस के अन्दर उतनी ही कमज़ोरी थी, जितना ज़्यादा संचित करने की ख़्वाहिश थी, उतनी ही छोटी अपने कर की झोरी थी, जितनी ही बिरमे रहने की थी अभिलाषा, उतना ही रेले तेज ढकेले जाते थे, क्रय-विक्रय तो ठण्ढे दिल से हो सकता है, यह तो भागा-भागी की छीना-छोरी थी; अब मुझसे पूछा जाता है क्या बतलाऊँ क्या मान अकिंचन बिखराता पथ पर आया, वह...

The lady in pic is my grandmother and the kid is me!! 18th September 2007 is her death anniversary, almost 3 years that we lost her. i always feel her presence, last few days i am missing her a lot. i admire her i worship her for the kind of lady she was , i remember i used to think if i can become an inch like her it will be an achievement. why i admire her ? well i am not the only one who does so my whole village people back home used to admire her for her strength . i remember few people telling me she is a living goddess what is about her that make her so close to goddess?? i really cant have exact word to describe her but definitely something about her. my grandfather left house in order to search peace when she was carrying my youngest aunty,in a word, she was left with 5 kids with no one to lean on ,that again put my grandfather in position of a coward, but i am not going about that i am proud of my grand father in equal proportion as well.. the matter of fact that he left ho...

kabhi laga kuch mil gaya kabhi kuch kho sa gaya, kabhi jo paya wo paraya sa laga, kuch log mile kuch chale gaye, kuch pas rehke bhi door lage , kuch door se bhi apne se lage kabhi palke bheegi kabhi hoton pe muskaan khili kabhi anshu me khushi mili kabhi khusi me bhi kuch kamisi lagi kabhi laga ki har dastan ho gai poori, kabhi har kahani adhuri si lagi fir bhi chal pade kadam manjilo ki talash me par samajh me na aaye kabhi kyun ye raste manjil lage aur ye manjile raston si lagi

Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear. The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all. From now on you'll be traveling the road between who you think you are and who you can be. The key is to allow yourself to make the journey."

I have seen the scent of those eyes dont give it blame of relationship by touching it its a feeling , feel it with your soul let love be love and dont give it another name Love is not a word neither a sound its a silence that listens and speaks its never stops or caste away its a drop of lighht which flows from eternity till enternity yes i have seen the scent of those eyes. let love be love dont give it another name. ispired by song khamoshi

The butterfly was young Her vibrant wings of delicate lace Such grace such poise A hcarming butterfly The cricket was slick thicket Moving quick but swift Yet smart somewhat wise Proud of his chirp Hopping through the grass Butterfly fluttered by till upon a rose Spreading her wings a dainty show Slowly sipping sweet Hopping skipping Cricket saw Butterfly glanced The cricket saw butterfly The butterfly looked yonder Cricket hopped and chirped A jumpety crickety song Butterfly sighed And rolled her eyes Cricket hopped closer Butterfly laughed Silly cricket trying hard Butterfly cared less Poor cricket hopped and hopped Butterfly sipping nectar sweet Cricket sang sonfter sweeter Butterfly stopped A song so sweet Too lovely than nectar Cricket hopped upon a rose Butterfly jumped Almost to fly away Cricket song too lovely to fly away Butterfly in a trance Fluttering her wings lovely Too charming Too tempting Crickect sang Butterfly in a spell Too late to break Lovers forever Strange couple...

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!

Today that you became two, i want to write something for you, i always wanted a little sister But all i got was two big brothers then i prayed and prayed to god to give me a cute girl and then i think u came into picture my little angel when i first saw u wrapped under cover a naughty cute smile was there on your face all over i told everyone about the miracle but no one believed me and said its impossible now whenever i wake up ,i want to see your face always and you never disappointed me as come to me every morning, lifting up your face Whenever i come from work tired and hungry you come running to me with your beautiful smile and if you don't come i become angry i am so upset cant hold you coz i am having flu you cant read and understand now but still i want to say i love you!!

Came the last night of sadness And it was clear she couldn't go on then The door was open and the wind appeared The candles blew and then disappeared The curtains flew and he appeared Saying don't be afraid, and she had no fear And she ran to him, she had to go right then They looked backward and said goodbye She had taken his hand Then they started to fly She had become like they are Come on baby, don't fear the reaper By Blue Oyster Cult

i wanted to write about 3 days experiences but i cant because i dont have that much patience at the moment,yesterday on my way back from my exam i met an old man i sat infront seat as of his and i was having badam (its not coming to my mind what exactly its called in english)somehow i felt and offered the badam to him and he like a child accepted the few of them i cant not forget the manner in which he aceepted it, it was a child like manner whcih says thanks for offering actually i was waiting all this time to have it and to my surprise he again demanded some more. we started chatting he was a retired agm from mtnl he must be more than 60. he said "i have no regret in life i have done my bsc and i retired as an engineer", i asked him where he was heading towards he said i am off to teach french to some institute.these kind of people really inspire me he was happy contended and working, my biggest hope and dream is to be like these persons, always smiling always happy and con...

.i read my blog form start to end and find changes in that.i am trying to bridge the gap putting less spaces between the words i write so that there will be lesser gap to fill up and its high time i should start bridging the gap , its more of a now or never kind of thing. Started my day in a natural way, was able to excercise for sometime and now that my examination are nearing i have to gear myself up a lot, need to complete its not because i want to achieve greater heights or prestige but only because i have started it so there vest responsibilty also on me to complete it..now i come to the point ,nobody care for anyone because because they cant. nobody can hold time in their hand as it has to pass.changes are invitible they are bound to occur, and we all can hope that things go well with everyone ..i have not tried to make my writing a perfect one as from today onwards i am accepting imperfectness and nothingness..we are not perfect being as we are not supposed to be a perfect bein...

he Restless Mind .. With the gentle touch of love it blooms, And blossoms with the warmth of relations The restless mind .. Mind is like the erratic unpredictable winds And rampant as the breezy rains Is that what makes it so unrestrained? Out of the blue it wakes up in the dreams, Meanders lonely in the dim twilight .. Tries to balance in the anxious moments, Holds on, stumbles again and caves in … Sometimes glues itself on to the ray of hope, To sway in bliss .. Mind dances on the glittering waves, And in a flash goes high to touch the sky Mind murmurs and mumbles Now and then gets trapped or goes astray Sometimes gets immersed in those hazel eyes The restless mind drifts naively from time to time Gets carried away by those affectionate moments It knows and understands .. Still makes the same mistake again and again Back to innocently following the hunch and intuitions Mind is like the erratic unpredictable winds And rampant as the breezy rains Is that what makes it so unrestrained?

just when i thought that i cant take anymore,one big blow came right on my face..and guess what i had no option but to take that blow and i managed it. Never mind that made me realize that i have more capacity than i think i have.this indeed is an evolving stage for me, i am learning a new thing about myself and about the mysterious place called world.I realize that the last few notes that i wrote need to be rewritten but i will not ,who can rewrite the life itself ,what it was it was, you have no control over your past.i feel the need to rearrange few things in logical order and if i try in present i will be able to manage it.

I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that wh...

last few days were really hard for me..i surprised myself and surprised others as well, but at the end i am in peace with myself which is the most important thing for me.My fingers are running quite hard on the keyboard and i have lots to say..sometime i lack precision i become vague nothing seem clear to me..i search for absolute clarity which is difficult clarity and vagueness go hand in hand..this world is a beautiful yet complicated place, the moment you stick to one idea one contradicting idea occur and you question the very idea you had had...there is thousand answer to one question thousand question to leads to one answer and the answer itself is difficult..there is no purpose behind the note i am writing i just want to be spontaneous and pouring thoughts on this column.......its Sunday have not done anything i wanted to do today .. blogging was not even included but still its fine...as long as i m doing something..i wonder sometime y i never took myself seriously..few people ...

writing this column after a long period of time. here i am sitting in office wondering about lot many things that happened in last couple of months, strange encounters and strange realisation about my ownself.i am immune to the worlld in real sense of terms coz i dont understand how things move and only thing i understand is how i feel how i react i feel this much is in my hand rest i cant control so i try and leave the rest to others...My vocabs are different the words i use is really different ,people understand it as per their own set of knowledge and experiences, what can be done on that..journey still countinues questions still ocurr in my mind and i will move on hopefully becoming more stronger more close to the seacrh i am on.. when you fail to become normal as per worldly set of norms after much trial you should understand that being normal is not your cup of tea, you are here to change the norms, redefne the set of rules that are given to you....Journey still continuesss........