THE BLISS OF IRRECONCILABILITY

With billions of individuals residing in this big wide world of ours.
Not all can be compatible.
Who claim they can...are either lying,or are attempting to become God.
Misunderstandings are as much an outcome of this world as understandings.
And a lot depend on mutual acceptances and willingnesses.
Personally speaking,I am solely guided by mutual respect.
The moment it goes missing...nothing in the world can recreate it.
Again those who claim greatness in this regard...are trying to prove themselves as super humans.
I am a mere mortal...with very ordinary feelings and very simple beliefs.
And as much one accepts mutual understandings...one accepts irreconcilable differences.
Life teaches us to safeguard the dignity,most importantly.
And finally,those who matter need no words,those who need them,are strangers.
All can't befriend all the strangers in the world.
Humans accept that too.

Viewpoint.

In an attempt to set things right...
we often do a lot of damage.
Judging situations,individuals and actions of others,
thus is an act of immaturity,haste and shortsightedness.
There are times,when situations should be left as they are,
time,in all probability,
takes it's own course,
always for the best.

LOVE AND TRUE LOVERS

Don't we always respect the extinct and the endangered ,much more than the abundant?
Well...most seriously speaking,I respect love and true love,just the same way!
Before I am misunderstood,let me clarify...it is no mockery of the love and lovers around....neither am I being cynical,as it sounds.
Cause,if one takes ground realities into consideration,'love is a matter of convenience...and subjective to needs and opportunities.
Lovers are like marketing professionals...striking deals with each other...its all too tech savvy...hi flown and different from what I have grown up believing,due to a protected,loved and value based upbringing.
The definitions,the codes ,the conducts,the beliefs,the motives,the intents...none are the same...its all about I ME MYSELF!!
Love,just slouches,bereft and lonely,somewhere in the deep alleys of those hearts,which are not too heard,not too understood and not too respected.
My respect for the true species,and the true form,thus is immense,deep and almost devotional.
I revere and live with the hope,that it will rise and shine like phoenix all over again,and spread the same spirit of love all over.
One can't give up...can one?
What if only 1411 tigers are left in India...we still are hopeful to increase the number.
And you never know,one day,humanity might raise the mammoth!!

CHILD ABUSE

Pedophiles are rampant. All over the globe,in every nook and corner of the smallest of hamlet,village ,kasba and the poshest of residential blocks the world over.
It is such a grotesque sin,which provokes such sharp reactions,when truth unfolds.
Sadly,...mostly,it is someone close to the family of the victimized child,who does so...and almost all the times,gets away with it.
It sinful abhorring act has various degrees and thus,kids fail to register it immediately ... they do get psychologically and emotionally traumatized and do try and convey it to the elders in the family,at times. but sadly,they are either not believed and dismissed,or are asked to hush it all up for the fear of defamation.
The repercussions are severe,serious and grave....but people don't realize it,that is precisely why,this crime is on the rise and nothing much can be done to either trace it,curb it or nab the tormentor,cause he is trusted,loved and welcomed in the households.
There should be stringent laws...the offence is punishable and worse than any other.
The culprits should be traced,nabbed and brought to books...even if time has lapsed...so as to make sure justice is done...hope is retained and protected.
Parents need to be more aware,vigilant,and trusting of their own off springs.
They should promote the spirit of justice and facing things as they are,instead of shoving the realities under the carpet...this would help kids regain confidence and maybe the lost faith in humanity too. ...

MUGHAALTE...

Ye mughaalta hai mere dost,waqt rehte aap seekheinge..
ki jo todte hain dil hamesha,wo kiska dil jeetenge!

dil todne waalon ka charcha kya khoob hota hai,
dilon ko jeetne ka har hunar unhe maloom hota hai...

khud ko nisaar karne waalon ki kami nahi hoti,
rangeen sapno ka jab beparda noor hota hai...

lafzoan ke meethe jaal kis tarhaan bunte jaayeinge...
benaam aashiq to bas aah bharte reh jaayeinge...

koi kehklar to dekhe unke khilaaf ek lafz bhi agar...
sau heer,aur raanjhe,khud ka sar kalam karwaayeinge...

aur ye bumurrawat,bewafa,begaane behis unhi,
dilon ko jeet te aur dil todte chale jaayeinge...

SKELETONS

They are all around us...they stalk us,they haunt us...as parasitic leeches ...as nightmares...as open eyed scaring realities...like the demons...the skeletons,which are hidden in each closet,and each nook and corner of our life,our existence.
We don't even need to go out looking for them....or find them...they find us.
The bad,the worse and the worst.
And yet...there lies the blessing called life.
We shrug it all...free our selves from their clutches...the shackles ...and find our own bit of sunshine....day in day out!!
And we wake up with a relentless hope,which refuses to succumb..refuses to give up...refuses to buckle under any herculean turmoils ..agonies...demons and pressures.
It remains sprightly...lively...spirited and enchanted by the good,so contentedly.
It's like the gentle dew on the morning tender petals...which just do what they do...come raging storms or the scorching heat!
The worst comes...tries to break our very beliefs,the backbone of our existence...but we remain what we are...ALIVE!!
gham ke sangeen tufaano mein,umeedoan ke diye jalte hain...
jinse himmat batorkar,aap aur hum jaise jiyaale chalte hain...
.....
Cause we have,what no one can take away from us...FAITH and HOPE!!

A DAWN WITH A DIFFERENCE...

There is a need in all of us...a need greater than any other.

The need to be heard,to be understood,to be appreciated and accepted...as we are...without anyone judging and condemning us.

The need to express our thoughts unadulterated,without any camouflaging to either impress or hide.

This need becomes the initiator of the defining moments in our lives.

And helps us reach our own personal zeniths and nadirs.

This need has made me reach my deep rooted recesses of my being,my heart and soul...to venture within,towards a journey which would help me unravel what lies within...and would help me seek my own self...the threads of insanities,the laces of methodical madnesses and the trims of sanities thereafter.

Welcome to my world my friends.

Bon Voyage!

worst-case scenario in any relationship

Intuition...instincts...sixth sense...premonition..They do exist...more out of observations...vibes...experiences and situations one undergoes,time and again...as a bystander too.And we then become accustomed to the possible circumstances and our reactions to them.Predictability sets in...we behave a certain way..in a certain given situation.That remains fine and smooth sailing(almost harboring on boredom cause of its monotony)...till...the 'worst-case scenario' comes up!A relationship,with all its stabilities,its promises,its understandings...suffer a jolt!A tornado like catastrophe...which eradicates,the very hope,faith,trust,mutual faith,love,trust and love...the relationships basks in the glory of.The worst case,pulls out the relationship from its very roots,and leaves a void...so deep...so bitter..so dark...even darkness squirms to peep in.Any amount of semblance,prudence,tolerance,control,maturity,reasonable outlook...wouldn't matter...it just wouldn't...emotions far more strong,fatal,violent and aggressive take over!I have seen...good souls...brave this impossibility...with such unbelievable calmness.Such amazing goodness of heart ,it evokes reverence.I am no different...forgiveness comes in my heart...and I move on.I may take time to gather the pieces of my insides,and it may not be pieced together forever....but I let go..I hold none responsible...I am after all...extremely predictable.Simple.Cause I listen to my conscience...And my heart...And both,are perfectly attuned to thoughts and belief beyond the self.

live-in relationships in Indian society.

Marriage,live-in-relationships,both are personal choices,heavily guided by the mutual consent of two grown up individuals.We are nobody to either approve or disapprove.For if one is going to look deep into the socially acceptable marriages,the adulteries committed,the problems faced in terms of misplaced loyalties etc etc...how does one approve or disapprove that?I support loyalties,love,understanding,bondings and unconditional respect for each other.Whether in wedlock or out of it.Cause,for a marriage,one needs to be prepared emotionally,financially,socially and one needs to be able to deal with the responsibilities which come along with life long togetherness.And till one is not well equipped with all this,and still wishes to be with the one one loves...living in ,in its right perspective is just an extension of that love.Who are we to judge the sanctity of such a relationship,when all around us,the sanctity of marriage is mocked,ridiculed and tarnished,consistently.It is the relationship,and its strength which counts...in any given form.Indian Society,or any society for that matter...needs to wake up to that,and evolve.

ROSHNI YA ANDHERA

Roshni ke sangdil saaye jab din bhar mujhe sataate hain..

andhere ki baahoan mein ja,har gham duur ho jaate hain.

ujle savere mein,pyar,aitbaar sooli chadhaaye jaate hain...

andheroan mein tanha dil,zameer se guftagu kar paate hain...

humko rehne do andheroan ki kaali chaadar taley,hamein to unke gahan viraane hi bhaatein hain...

kaheen zyaada behtar hain wo un saveroan se...jo bedaag sifat le,har masoom dil ko daage jaate hain!

LIFE IN AND AFTER 40s....

I am too far from the 40s....yet...I do know what you are saying.I have met/known people of that age group ,who do face this dilemma and suffer a strange constant divide deep down,cause inside,they still feel like a teenager,and yet are not too certain of the chemical reactions inside which don't match the age the dignity that age group is supposed to have.But such things are more bothered with in a society like ours,where loving and exhibiting love,after a certain age is a taboo...and people feel 'embarrassed' and 'uneasy' with the notions of loving someone.Such conflicts,thus take shape in the mind,and cause a lot of anguish and pain to those who undergo it.Love is such a beautiful feeling...at times,it comes from the most unexpected,most unplanned and unknown sources and one just gets completely floored by its sheer force,power,tenderness and strength of potent presence. So when loneliness strikes,and one is pensive or grief stricken...the loved one comes to the mind,most naturally...and even in the absence,becomes a strength to gain respite and confidence from.In such a situation,the divide surfaces and one is split in thoughts,whether to approach the person concerned and share the surging emotions or not.I personally,feel...one should just let emotions take control...and guide one through true joy,happiness and contentment,without letting any social ,conservative issues strike the beauty of it all.Love is an experience,which doesn't visit us too often,and when it does,it needs to be nurtured,maintained and retained,most caressingly...like one would be with a new born child...those tendernesses are the key to life long happinesses...age notwithstanding!

ummeedein...

Kya bataayein,kis kis mukaam se ghamzada hokar hum aaye hain...

jo lamhe dil se lagaaye the humne, ashqoan ki aag ne jalaayein hain...

jis dar pe sawali ban pahunche the hum,usi dar se thokar kha kar aaye hain....

kuch ruswaayiyaan,kuch beparwahiyaan,yahi to ab humsaaye hain...

kehte kehte halak mein raegistaan utar gaya,lafz bhi kaise katraaye hain...

ab zamaane se kya umeed rakhein,usine jab zulm dhaayein hain.......

IDENTITY...

I sit here,in the office chair,watching the monitor...

pondering over this 'seemingly' direct query of life...

how helpless I am,with no answer to share...

all I can offer,are some clues,as the last respite...

you would have to trace the path of the woods behind my abode..

deep,dark,mysterious and blessed with silences to decode...

they know my morning thoughts,as good as the trees...

this very first clue would help you know,the real me...

the next clue would take you,all the way to the beach...

to the waves,the sand,the sun and the horizon out of reach...

the reflections and the streaks of surf to and fro...

know about my smiles and the raising of my brows...

finally,the last clue would take you to my home...

My parents ,my siblings and the loving bonds....

words won't be of much use there,silence treads slow..

the eyes would speak and reveal,all that you need to know...

the birds I watched,as a child, up above in the sky...

the plants who heard me,and answered all my whys...

as my eyes would wander in the oblivion,to see the time fly...

I become all those,who stood by me...never letting my eyes cry...

My journey towards tomorrow!

Have you chased pavements,cause you wanted to become the road?

Did you as a child,resent a treasure chest cause of the intrigue it stored?

Did you stare endlessly into the mirror and expect Brad Pitt/Angelina to look back?

Have you ever imagined personifying the library for all the incredible books it stacks?

Is this world prepared for another Bhagat Singh,a Mother Teresa,or maybe my Grand Mother?

Will they be able to live in this world of 9/11 and Mumbai Blasts,with humans killing the other?

come to think of it...I am so much like myself...just can't imagine to be someone I am not...

with this very face,this very heart...these very parents,siblings...and my very own thoughts:-)