tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26702528868691375572024-03-13T21:58:00.242+05:30voice of the enigmaThe world in my words...Arnavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09090214924365208584noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2670252886869137557.post-9723973304054812102014-07-20T14:41:00.005+05:302014-07-20T14:42:33.920+05:30Zara dekho meri aankhon se<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Kaun kehta hain ki aap zinda nahi ho?<br />
maati ka sharir maati mein mil gaya hain islie?<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Aankhon ki chamak shamshan mein bhasm ho gai islie?<br /> Ma ki maang suni ho gayi thi islie?<br /> ya aapke naam ke pehle ub "swargiya" lag gaya hain islie?</span></div>
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Mein nahi maanta - meri aankhon se dekho zara zinda ho aaap ...</div>
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Ma ke sune aankhone ke nami mein zinda ho aap.<br />
Didi ke daattne ke andaaz mein zinda ho aap.<br />
mere soch ke tark mein zinda ho aap.<br />
Jijaji ke prernao mein zinda ho aap.</div>
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zara dekho meri aankhon se zinda ho aap...</div>
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Mere tarrakki pe aapke asheesh ka hona!<br />
Zindagi kein har lamhe mein utsav ka hona!<br />
Ghar ke sannate mein bhi aapke geet ka hona !<br />
Bachhi ke pehle shabdo mein nanu ka hona!</div>
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kya inse aapki pehchan nahi hoti ?<br />
Kya inse aapka astitva nahi banta ?</div>
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Zara dekho meri ankhon se zinda ho aap...</div>
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Mere sidhanto ka adhar ho aap.<br />
Mere zimmedari ka jasba aap hi ki den hain.<br />
Ma ke muskurahat men bhi aap hi ki yaad hain..<br />
Ma ke aankhon ki chamak mein aap hi ki chavi hain..</div>
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Zara dekho meri ankhon se yehi hai aap humere paas...<br />
Zara dekho meri ankhon se aap ko apna astitva dikh jaega<br />
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Ek baar mehsus karo mere bhavnao ko papa<br />
aap hi ke padd chinho mein khara paoge mujhe ....</div>
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har din ke baad raat aati hain, <br />
zindagi ka yehi afsana hain..<br />
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har shuruat ka unt hota hain, <br />
zindagi ka yehi afsana hain..<br />
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har ujale din ke baad andheri raat aati hain, <br />
zindagi ka yehi afsana hain..<br />
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har jeev ki mrityu hoti hain, <br />
zindagi ka yehi afsana hain.. <br />
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lekin ....</div>
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chote se phul ke khilne se bhi humein khushi hoti hain,<br />
zindagi ka yeh bhi afsana hain..<br />
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thori si koshish se andheri raat mein machis mil hi jaati hain, <br />
zindagi ka yeh bhi afsana hain ..<br />
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navjaat ke muskurahat se zindagi ka har dard khatam ho jata hain, <br />
zindagi ka yeh bhi afsana hain..<br />
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aksar andheri raaton mein chandni raah dikha deti hain, <br />
zindagi ka yeh bhi afsana hain ... <br />
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har mrityu pe kahi aur koi janam bhi leta hain ,<br />
zindagi ka yeh bhi afsana hain ..<br />
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Matti ka bana insan matti mein hi mil jaata hain..<br />
zindagi ka yeh hi afsana hain....<br />
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In the opaqueness of absolute darkness, </div>
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I dream of the rising sun burning away the absolute darkness ...</div>
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In the singularity of the infinite black cover,</div>
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I dream of a rainbow gifting colors to the black and white world ...</div>
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In the prison of the longest nights, </div>
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I dream of flying above blue waters soaked in the rays of the rising sun ...</div>
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In the confinement of my shadow, </div>
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I dream of being free in the arms of my love...</div>
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In the madness of distant fond memories, </div>
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I dream of a future, a future of eternal peace ...</div>
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In the state of toxic high from being suffocated,</div>
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I dream of wings to break free..</div>
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na pairon ko chalne ki azaadi hain, <br />
na hathon mein karm ki shakti, </div>
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to kyu bandhi bana rakha hain mujhe?<br />
dede <span class="il">mukti</span> ki bheeksha !</div>
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na aankhon ko parivar ka sukun hain,<br />
na kaano ko bucho ki khilkhilahat ka tohfa, <br />
to kyu bandhi bana rakha hain mujhe?<br />
dede <span class="il">mukti</span> ki bheeksha!</div>
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na peit ko khane ki izzazat hai,<br />
na galen ko paani ki tripti,<br />
to kyu bandhi bana rakha hain mujhe?<br />
dede <span class="il">mukti</span> ki bheeksha!</div>
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na aakhon mein sapne hain,</div>
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na ruh ko shanti,</div>
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tan man dhan sub loot gaya ! <br />
to kyu bandhi bana rakha hain mujhe.. ?<br />
Aur kya loot paoge ?.</div>
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Na tript hone ki abhilasha hain<br />
na sapne saakar karne ki shakti?<br />
bus ub dede <span class="il">mukti</span> ki bheeksha<br />
ub dede <span class="il">mukti</span> ki bheeksha...!!</div>
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मैं उस माँ का अंश हूँ जिसके चरणों में यह समाज माथा टेक्ता है , <br />
लेकिन मुझसे यह उम्मीद की जाती हैं की में समाज कें चरणों की दासी बनू !<br />
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मैं उस माँ का अंश हूँ जिसने काली रूप धारण कर असुरों का संघार किया था, <br />
लेकिन मेरी ज्वाला के तेज को कोख में ही बुझा क्यों दिया जाता है ?<br />
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मैं उस माँ का अंश हूँ जिनको घर में लक्ष्मी के रूप में पूजा जाता है, <br />
लेकिन मेरे भाई मेरा ही सौदा क्यूँ कर बैठते हैं ? <br />
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मैं उस माँ का अंश हु जिसके तेज के सामने अग्नी भी हिम बन जाती है ,<br />
लेकिन मुझे कुछ पैसों के लिए जलने की सजा क्यूँ दे दी जाती है ?<br />
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मैं उस माँ का अंश हूँ जिसके सम्मान में यह समाज नवरात्री का उपवास करता है ,<br />
लेकिन मुझे दो वक़्त की रोटी के लिए अपने ही घर में भीख माँगना क्यूँ पढ़ता है ?<br />
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मैं उस माँ का अंश हूँ जो अपने बच्चे को दुनिया में लाने के लिए असहनीय पीढ़ा सहती है,<br />
लेकिन मेरे भाई मेरे शरीर के हर अंश को शान से रोंदते रहते हैं !<br />
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क्यूँ उस माँ का अंश होने पर भी मुझसे सौतेला व्यवहार होता है ?<br />
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शायद इसलिए की मैं , <br />
उस माँ का अंश भी हूँ जिसने अपने बेटे की उन्नति के लिए मेरे हक़ को राख कर दिया !<br />
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शायद इसलिए की मैं , <br />
उस माँ का अंश भी हूँ जिसने अपने बेटे की आज़ादी के लिए मेरे पैरों में जंजीरें डाल दी !<br />
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शायद इसलिए की मैं ,<br />
उस माँ का अंश भी हूँ ज्सिने अपने बेटे के शौक पुरे करने के लिए मुझे सरे आम बेच दिया !<br />
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शायद इसलिए की मैं ,<br />
उस माँ का अंश भी हूँ जिसने अपने बेटे को धन और मुझे बोझ समझा !<br />
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शायद इसलिए की मैं , <br />
उस माँ का अंश भी हूँ जिसने अपनी बहू को सहेली न बना अपनी दासी बना नरक पे ढकेल दिया !<br />
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शायद इसलिए मेरे ही भाई मेरे को इंसान नहीं एक वस्तू समझते हैं! <br />
शायद इसलिए मेरे ही भाई मेरे शारीर को अपनी संपत्ति समझ बेठें हैं !<br />
शायद इसलिए मेरे ही भाई मेरा सौदा करने में गर्वित महसूस करते हैं !<br />
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लेकिन अब मैं बदनसीब अंश न बनूँगी , मेरी प्रतिभा का सम्मान इस समाज को करना ही होगा ;<br />
क्यूंकि अब मैं चुप न बैठूंगी आखिर निर्भया हूँ मैं !<br />
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लेकिन अब में अपने भाइयों के लिए एक त्याग की वस्तु न बनूँगी, मेरी शक्ति से उन्हें, अब में सही और गलत की पहचान कराउंगी ; <br />
क्यूंकि अब मैं चुप न बैठूंगी आखिर निर्भया हूँ मैं !<br />
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लेकिन अब मैं घर की लक्ष्मी बन चार दिवारी में कैद न रहूंगी , काली रूप धारण कर इस समाज के असुरों का वध करुँगी ; <br />
क्यूंकि अब मैं चुप न बैठूंगी आखिर निर्भया हूँ मैं !<br />
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क्यूंकि अब मैं चुप न बैठूंगी आखिर निर्भया हूँ मैं !<br />
क्यूंकि अब मैं चुप न बैठूंगी आखिर निर्भया हूँ मैं !<br />
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जो बाजूं कईयों का सहारा हुआ करते थे,<br />
वोह आज खुद सहारा क्यों तलाशते हैं ? <br />
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जिस आवाज़ के दाहाढ़ से चट्टानें भी काप उठती थीं,<br />
आज उसी आवाज़ की पुकार पे कोई क्यों नहीं आता...<br />
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जो आसूं पहले आँखों के कैदी हुआ करते थे, <br />
वोह आज कैद से भागें क्यों हैं?<br />
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जिन हाथों ने हमें चिल्लर का खज़ाना दिया था,<br />
वही हाथ आज बेबस क्यों हैं ?<br />
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शायद यही हैं दुनिया का दस्तूर, <br />
शायद इसी का नाम हैं जीवन चक्र <br />
जो जैसे शुरू हुआ वोह वैसे ही मिट जाता हैं !<br />
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अगर इसे ही कहते हैं दुनिया का दस्तूर, <br />
तों क्यूँ हम अपने आँखों में सपनो के अंगारों को बुझा देते हैं ?<br />
तों क्यों हम अपने बाजूओं को कमज़ोर समझते हैं?<br />
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अगर इसे ही कहते हैं दुनिया का दस्तूर ,<br />
तो क्यों हम अपने ही आवाज के गूंज से डरते हैं ?<br />
तो क्यों हम अपने आसुओं को अपनी ही कमजोरी बन्ने देते हैं ?<br />
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अगर इसे ही कहते हैं दुनिया का दस्तूर ,<br />
तो क्यूँ चिल्लर के खजाने को हम बेच देते हैं?<br />
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शायद यही हैं दुनिया का दस्तूर ,<br />
की हमें खुद की कीमत हमारे मिटने के बाद ही पता चलती हैं <br />
शहद यही हैं दुनिया का दस्तूर..<br />
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अर्नव चत्तेर्जी <br />
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Duniyai ka dustoor<br />
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Jin aankhon mein sapno ke angaron ki chamak hoti thi,<br />
unmein aaj kohre ka dhondhlapan kyu hain?<br />
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Jo Baazoon kaiyon ka sahara hua karte the,<br />
woh aaj khud sahara kyu taalastein hain?<br />
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Jis awaaz ke daahaar se chattane bhi kaap uthti thi,<br />
aaj usi awaaz ki pukar pe koi kyu nahi aata?<br />
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Jo aasun pehle aankhon ke kaidi hua karte the,<br />
woh aaj kaid se bhagen kyu hain?<br />
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Jin hathon ne humein chillar ka khazana dia tha,<br />
wahi hath aaj bebas kyu hain?<br />
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Shayad yehi hain duniya ka dastur,<br />
shayad isi ka naam hain jeevan chakra,<br />
jo jaise shuru hau woh waise hi mit jata hain..<br />
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Agar ise hi kehte hain duniya ka dastur,<br />
taun kyun hum apne aankhon mein sapno ke aangaron ko bujha dete hain?<br />
taun kyu hum apne baazoyon ko kamzor samjhte hain ?<br />
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Agar ise hi kehte hain duniya ka dastur,<br />
taun kyu hum apne hi awaaj ke gunj se darte hain?<br />
taun kyu hum apne aasuon ko apni hi kamzori banne dete hain?<br />
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Agar ise hi kehte hain duniya ka dastur,<br />
taun kyun chillar ke khazane ko hum bech dete hain?<br />
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Shayad yehi hain duniya ka dastur ,<br />
ki humein khud ki keemat humare mitne ke baad hi pata chaltee hain!<br />
Shahad yehi hain duniya ka dastur!</div>
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Arnavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09090214924365208584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2670252886869137557.post-86905377262826596562012-05-13T20:39:00.000+05:302012-05-13T20:39:36.092+05:30उम्मीद<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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जब बेब्बसी से ठिठुरता हैं रूह<br />
तब उम्मीद की चिंगारी ही ताप्ति हैं रूह को<br />
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जब आसूं भी बहने से इंकार कर देता हैं<br />
तब उम्मीद से सजे सपने ही दिलासा देते हैं तपती आँखों को<br />
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जब तन्हाई अपना सा लगने लगता हैं<br />
तब उम्मीद ही अपनी खिलखिलाहट से दोस्ती कराती हैं<br />
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जब दर की जंजीरें ज़िन्दगी को आगे बढ़ने से रोकती हैं<br />
तब उम्मीद की तेज़ाब उन जंजीरों को पिघला देती हैं<br />
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जब खोना ही ज़िन्दाही का सच बन जाता हैं<br />
तब उम्मीद का तोहफा इस सच को झूठ बना देती हैं<br />
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जब शुन्य निगलने लगता हैं रूह को<br />
तब उम्मीद ही सहारा बनती हैं रूह का<br />
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जब सारें रंग काला चादर ओढ़ लेते हैं<br />
तब उम्मीद की आग उस चादर को जला रंगों से गुफ्तगुं कराती हैं<br />
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जब दिन भी रात के अंधेरों में छूप जातें हैं<br />
तब उम्मीद की किरने ही उन रातों में सूरज उदय करवाती हैं</div>Arnavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09090214924365208584noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2670252886869137557.post-45535867272848176442011-10-30T01:06:00.004+05:302011-10-30T01:34:39.466+05:30Kabhi aao tum samudra tut pe<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sw0t1fUd0Qo/TqxZ25jXQ1I/AAAAAAAAD-4/UNUj9VzaovI/s1600/beach-boy-web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sw0t1fUd0Qo/TqxZ25jXQ1I/AAAAAAAAD-4/UNUj9VzaovI/s320/beach-boy-web.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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kabhi aao tum samudar tut pe,<br />
rakhon pao rait ke thul pe ,<br />
jub rok na paoge raiton ko pairo tale ,<br />
tab samjhoge tabdili hi jeevan ka astitva hain ,<br />
tab samjhoge asthai jagat ka har rang hain.<br />
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kabhi aao tum samudar tut pe,<br />
sparsh karo raiton ki halchal,<br />
agar tol sako to tol lena har us rait ko jisko samundar ne tumse cheena,<br />
agar tol sako to tol lena har uss lehar ko bhi, jiski varsha samundar ne tumpe ki ,<br />
tab samjhoge ki niyati jitni sukh tumse cheenti hain usse kai jyada khushiyon ki warsha tumpe karti hain ,<br />
tab samjhoge ki tumhare pairo tale ki rait tumhari nahi waqt ki gulaam hain.<br />
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kabhi aao tum samudar tut pe,<br />
zara suno lehro ki boli,<br />
jub shant na karwa paoge lehron ke goonj ko,<br />
tab pehchanoge apne shamata ke dayere ko.<br />
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kabhi aao tum samudar tut pe,<br />
zara bheeo lehro ke bhav se, <br />
tab samjhoge ki lehro ki gati humare vash ke bahar hain pur hur leher se hum kinta prahav hote hain yeh humare vash mein hain .<br />
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kabhi aao tum samudar tut pe, <br />
zara dekho uss vishal vyaktitva ko ,<br />
jub aankhon se uski seemao ko na naap paoge,<br />
tab apne mun ki udarta ko pehchanoge.<br />
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Kabhi aao tum samudar tut pe...<br />
</div></div>Arnavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09090214924365208584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2670252886869137557.post-70960931050654248502011-08-13T17:59:00.002+05:302011-08-13T23:59:00.954+05:30Tum yaad aati ho<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">This one is rakhi special :) Dedicated to my Dearest akku .</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"> mujhe tum yaad aati ho.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"> mujhe apne sheesh pe tumhare ashish ki kami mehsus hoti hain . </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"> mujhe har wo ashq yaad aata hain jise tumne apne muskurahat se mitaya.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"> mujhe har ek hasi yaad aati hain jisko tumne apne aasuo se sicha.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"> mujhe tumse sikhi hui har woh hunar yaad aata hain jissee mujhe pehchan mili. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"> mujhe woh natkhat harkate yaad aateen hain jisse humne apne bachpan ko sajaya.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"> mujhe tumhari daat yaad aati hain, jo kawach samaan meri humesha raksha karta tha.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"> mujhe mera pura bachpan yaad aaata hai jo tumhare bina adhura hota. </span></span><br />
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maana tujhe ek jhuka hua mastak dikh raha hai ,<br />
lekin tujhe us jhuke hue mastak mein mera shaurya nahi dikh raha !<br />
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Nahi maine haar nahi maani,<br />
maana tujhe mera behta hua lahu dikh raha hai ,<br />
lekin tujhe us behte hue lahu mein mera tej nahi dikh raha !<br />
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Nahi maine haar nahi maani,<br />
maana tera chehra harshit aur mera chinteet dikh raha hai ,<br />
lekin tujhe iss chinteet chehre ke piche urjaa se bhari meri ruh nahi dikh rahee !<br />
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Nahi maine haar nahi maani,<br />
maana tere hath mein talwar hai aur mein Nishastra hun,<br />
lekin mere soch ke pankh ki shakti se agyat hai tu !<br />
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Nahi meine haar nahi maani,<br />
maana tuh andhero ka shehanshah hai aur mein ek bhatakta hua raahi,<br />
lekin apne sapno ke prakash se mein apna raasta khud bana sakta hu ,<br />
is baat se anjaan hai tu !<br />
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Nahi maine haar nahi maani !</span></div>Arnavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09090214924365208584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2670252886869137557.post-12683506568696549322011-07-16T00:12:00.002+05:302011-07-16T00:31:05.062+05:30Kal ki sachai<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G8q7zPKhTXY/TiCIrkwPRaI/AAAAAAAAD7k/Aaj273CSXJI/s1600/DREAMS+FINAL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G8q7zPKhTXY/TiCIrkwPRaI/AAAAAAAAD7k/Aaj273CSXJI/s1600/DREAMS+FINAL.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Fir kyun aane waale peedhi ko yeh samjhaya jaata hain ki sapne sach nahi hote?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Aakhir kyun insaan apne sapno ko dafnaye zamaane ke sachai pe jeeta hain? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Kab jaanega insaan ki sapne hi andheri raaston mein roshni bikherte hain !</span><br />
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<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Na chand apne chandni se andheri raat ko saja raha tha, </div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"> na suraj sharma raha tha aasman se, </div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Na panchiya pyar ke nagme gaa rahee the, </div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"> na samudre kee lehre gungana rahi thee,</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">bus sirf hum aur tum the aur sath thi khamoshiya. </div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">na phul apni rang se jag ko rangeen kar rahe the,</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"> na titliya rangeen udaan bhar rahi thi, </div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Na paiso ka raub tha, </div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"> na suandarya ka ghamand,</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">kajal ko to behna hi tha,</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"> sholo ko to barasna hi tha, </div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"> sannata to dur hona hi tha, </div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"> hume alag to hona hi tha ... </div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Chal diye hum ek dusre se alag kahi dur, </div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"> jahan hum dono ko shikwe na ho ,</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"> jahan hum dono ne sirf safed chadar odha hua ho ,</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"> jahan hum dono ki aankhon mein khushi ki chamak ho, </div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"> jahan hum dono ko hi chidiyon ke meethe nagame sunai de, </div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"> jahan hum dono ko doobte suraj ke lalima mein khuda dikhe,</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"> jahan hum dono ko chand kee sheetal parchai mein thandak mile,.</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"> jahan phool rangeen ho aur titliyan rang baant rahi ho, </div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">jahan hum dono saath bhaleh hi na ho lekin humari rooh muskura rahi ho,</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">jahan hum dono aamne saamne bhaleh hi na ho lekin humari manzil ek ho, </div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">jahan bhaleh hi hum ek dusre se na mile lekin khuda humari khushiyon se guftagu karwa de ..</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
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The books leaves a feeling of satisfaction at the end, as love and belief both stand upright as clear winners. A must read for those who enjoy the combination of suspense with food for thought.<br />
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<i>"I do not recognize anyone's right to one minute of my life.Nor to any part of my energy .Nor to any achievement of mine.No matter who makes the claim,how large their number or how great their need!"</i> - The Fountainhead by Aryn Rand<br />
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When I was one I could barely walk and<br />
you held my hand with patience and carried me around <br />
Today I am 26 and I promise to hold your hand and help you walk that extra step.<br />
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When I was one I could barely talk and<br />
yet you understood me perfectly and we spoke for hours<br />
Today I am 26 and I promise to speak to you and understand you forever<br />
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When I was one I use to embarrass you in all public places yet<br />
I was your pride<br />
Today I am 26 and I promise you that you are and shall always be my pride.<br />
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When I was one you always protected me and held me tightly<br />
Today I am 26 and I promise you I would be there by you always<br />
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When I was one you always looked after me and could not let me go away from your sight<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Today I am 26 and am far from your sight and I so wish I could be there with you ...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">When I was one you used to knit my clothes</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Today I am 26 and I buy my clothes but I miss your choice ....</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">When I was one you, your touch used to be the blanket of comfort </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Today I am 26 , and I would do anything to keep my head in your lap ... </div><br />
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No one is as beautiful and graceful as you Ma,<br />
No one is as caring and protecting as you Ma,<br />
No one is as important as you Ma,<br />
You are the best gift God ever gave me Ma.<br />
I love you Ma.<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"> If he has the power to protect his country </div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"> he also has the power to sufficate his country </div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Dr Devdutt Pattanaik is a medical doctor by education , leadership consultant by profession and mythologist by passion. myth=mithya is a compilation of stories and beliefs of hindu mythology. It has all the small and big epic incidents which are grandmother would have shared with us and also those which she refused to tell us.<br />
Its a book which quotes incidents which led to common hindu beliefs. Its a must read for those who want to understand hindu mythology and understand the background of various rituals.<br />
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The Indian society is considered gender biased and patriarchal , I have known this and been a silent witness since long without knowing why is that so ? what led to this belief ? was it mere convenience ? This book answers this question , to accept and agree with the answer is a different thing but it definitely tells us the rationale of our ancestors behind the male favorism in Hinduism .<br />
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Since Childhood I have been a importance to the worshiping of Shiv Linga.Our society is a very conservative one ; here talking about sex in a public forum is a taboo . Yet I am awed by the fact that Lord Shiva is worshiped in the from a Shiv Lingam - which signifies the union of him and his wife Goddess Parvati . The lingam is essentially nothing but a phallus. The book quotes incidents from the past which led to the worship of Lord Shiva in this form .<br />
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Mahabharata and Ramayana have a number of incidents where Pandavs /Krishna and Lord Ram won by following the "Jungle rule" . They followed such codes in war that are typically considered not a warriors code. However we do worship Lord Krishna and Lord Ram. In fact Lord Ram is quoted as "maryada purshottam" or the "Ideal man". I used to think from time to time that if these are the very examples by which we are to learn and live by, than the definition of right and wrong itself can be questioned. Dr. Devdutt has to some extent given the rational behind this too.Many of us would not have given a thought behind a trivial thing like why the hair of goddess Parvati and Lakshmi are typically tied by strands of flowers whereas that of Durga and Kali are left open . The book explains this as well.<br />
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Though Dr Devdutt has reasonably tried to explain a number of Hindu beliefs yet he has never forced his views. He has quoted incidents in support of the belief and has left it to us to infer and decide upon it. This is the beauty of this book . The language is very simple and the focus is entirely on the mythological incidents and Hindu beliefs.A must read for those who want to understand a know a little more of Hindu mythology.<br />
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</span></b></div><div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_1329755097_2403288244" style="margin-bottom: 3px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Who tried to explain ravan the significance of RAM and SITA and hence was abandoned by Ravan . He found peace at the feet of Lord Rama , as he knew Lord Ram was right and his brother Ravana was wrong. He stood by truth over relations . His Dharma was truth .His loyalty was towards right/truth. </span></span></span></div><div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_1329755097_1312309162" style="color: #333333; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></b></div><div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_1329755097_2997569131" style="color: #333333; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Who knew Ravan was wrong, who told Ravan in face that ravans deeds were wrong yet he fought for Ravan and Lanka. He knew he was going to die yet he went to the battle field. He considered his prime duty to be being dutiful to his elder brother and his kingdom even if they are wrong .This was his Dharma to stand by them when they needed him even though he did not agree with Ravans deeds. His loyalty was towards duties imparted by virtue of birth . </span></div><div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_1329755097_2997569131" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><br />
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</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Given this - now if you had to chose between Family/ Friends who are not right VS the Truth l what would you have done ? Imagine you are in the above situation whom would you have supported would you fought for Ravan your elder brother as your duty as a younger brother is to obey and respect him OR would you have supported Ram who is right conventionally yet is on a war with your Brothers and kingdom ? </span></div></div>Arnavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09090214924365208584noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2670252886869137557.post-390639699774075932011-03-04T23:04:00.000+05:302011-03-04T23:04:02.956+05:30The Train Journey<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">The train journey reflects upon us thoughts which we tend to brush aside amidst the daily chaos.<br />
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The lush green fields often seen only in train journeys by city dwellers reflect upon us the prosperity gifted to us by all around like mother earth who inspite of being tortured by mankind gives him the gift of prosperity and thus teaching us to be thankful to the people around.<br />
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The momentous hills and the deep rivers cossed with ease in a journey reflects upon us that hurdles small and big would keep coming in our life not to pull us down but to make us realize that we have the power to conqour all hurdles and that we must keep moving crossing all the hurdels coming our way with ease .<br />
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The burned log in a remote farm is a symbol of destroying the waste and hoping for a fertile tomorow , reflecting upon us that we need to bury our past in a hope for better tommorow .It tells us we need to tolerate the occasional darkness of soot and heat of fire for shaping a better tommorow .<br />
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The kids dancing in joy at a mere sight of a moving train reflects upon us that we need to find happiness amidst the simplicity of our daily life and not in the monetary value of materialistic things.<br />
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The poor family sitting in a dirty corner of a busy station may be having their only meal for that day yet enjoying eavery bite with a peaceful smile.The scene questions us, if they can be happy and content then why can 't we?<br />
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The old couple travelling in great discomfort yet looking after each others small needs reflects upon us an eternal beautiful love story which is not as rosy as a cinema, but is about selfless love , about saying, "i love you" without uttering a single word after all its about spending an entire lifetime with each other.<br />
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It is but the last station, where the train finally stops after a long journey reflecting upon us that we must keep going, We must pursue our dreams till we reach our destination, our goal. We must overcome the occasional hurdles, we must also stop in between to rejunivate however we should never give up till we accomplish our dreams and are at peace with ambition .</div>Arnavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09090214924365208584noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2670252886869137557.post-74930453433867716082010-12-05T01:33:00.003+05:302010-12-06T11:42:34.403+05:30The long night<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF5w2j5IZ-k/TPqeLzuXDxI/AAAAAAAADHA/hOO_P1VT21E/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KF5w2j5IZ-k/TPqeLzuXDxI/AAAAAAAADHA/hOO_P1VT21E/s1600/images.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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Nitesh was about to hibernate his laptop and leave for home like usual at 7 pm, but today he had to stay back till midnight - for the clients in US relaized exactly when he was about to loggoff that an important metrics had to be published that very night. <br />
Nitesh is a 30 year old engineer , slightly on the healthier side but certainly not obese. He always dressed as in a t-shirt and jeans , yes in office and even on Mondays illustrating his carefree attitude. He always made it a point to leave office by 7 pm so that he could pick up his wife Samina from her office , but today he did not mind stretching work till midnight as his wife was out of town and so anyways had to eat outside , at least canteen food would save him some bucks , though it would not be as delicious as that of a restaraunt but it served the purpose.<br />
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He was sitting in his cubicle preparing the metrics which was much awaited for in US. He was completely engrossed in the excel he had been preparing for years now, but something preoccupied his mind today and was competing with the excel to take the most of his mind. There was this vague feeling of fear in his mind . Something that told him that he should hurry home tonight. The feeling made him uncomfortable he was not used to fear , atleast not fear without any reason . Perhaps its was his wife whom he was missing after all it was the first time in 3 years post marraige when he was to spend a week away from her . He drank 5 cups of the tasteless coffee in a span of 2 hours thanks to this weird feeling which was preventing him to concentrate on excel .<br />
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12:00 am - perfect time to sleep with his wife's tugged in his arms as always , but tonight he was sending the mail with a sign of relief at sharp midnight to the clients . He logged off immediately to prevent any more inflow of work for that day, after all it was 5 hours beyond his usual time of work an also the fear which was getting intense and he was not sure why .... He picked up his laptop in a state of confusion and hoped his wife was safe at her parents house, it was too late to call her now anyways so he could only hope . With all this confusion he got into lift of the 30 floor building where he worked. The building was modern in all aspect , after all it was completed a few months ago and was designed by the posh team which had earlier designed the tallest tower of the world. Nitesh loved every aspect of his job and this building was a part of the sense of accomplishment , the confidence that he is finally on the road to success. each time he left the office and stepeed in the lift , he would smile to himself and would enjoy this feeling of acheivement. Today like everyday he was enjoying the feeling of success , his eyes were shining with pride if only anyone saw them for he was alone in the floor , in the lift and perhaps in the building too, after all friday nights are not very popular for working late . Suddenly the lift stopped at th 13th floor. He felt comforted in the thought that some other person was also working at such a late hour on a friday night .<br />
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The lift doors slides open and all he saw was darkness, he could not see anything at the floor it was pitch dark .Well he knew that the building had some floors which were under construction but why was it so dark and why did the lift stop there. He pressed the >< button , but the damm button wouldn't work . He was getting impatient , it was as if someone was watching him , someone who was hiding under the blanket of darkenss, but why would anyone in the right mind do that. He was not sure why was he feeling insecure and helpless, was it the darkenss or just a tired mind. He had to press the emergency button afterall it was more than 5 minutes since the lifet remained there stuck in infinitiy , staring at the infinite darkenss.<br />
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Finally he managed to reach the ground floor and headed straight to catch an auto . As luck would have it he could not find a single auto that night , though it was well pass midnight, but the last thing he had anticipated was walking home at such a late hour. Thankfully his house was not that far and he could reach home in the next 30 minutes. He had this feeling that he was losing everyting , the feeling of life being sucked out of him . He started quanteplating why was his mind insecure suddenly .He sincerely was mising his wife, he had to call her right then , and he reached out to his pocket only to find that he had forgotten the phone in his office . He was too tired to walk back to office and get it, he could always collect it the next day.<br />
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Nitesh loved cozy evening walks, in his courtship days with Samina, they used to go for long walks at midnight , romancing in the chilly weather of Delhi. Tonight inspite of the feeling of insecurity, he could not help but enjoy the beauty of the night. The Leaves rustling among themsleved whispering to each other like couples do . The sweet wind carelessing the face , the moon shining bright and a not soul to be seen on the road. It was indeed very romantic. He knew he had to take Samina to such walks again, it had been quite some time since they both had a romantic walk , after marraige they both were crazy working to climb the success ladder . He was annoyed to think that the last romantic moment they shared was almost a year back .<br />
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Just as when he was begining to enjoy the weather, he reached his house and was filled with frustation again. There was a power cut and he had to climb 5 floors to reach his cozy bed. While on the stairs he was feeling uneasy, his mind was again filled with insecurity , he begin to feel like a lost balloon in the sky, aimless and totally out of control. The only good thing was , surprisingly he was not exhausted while climbing the stairs , perhaps the recent physical activity at the gym was finally reflecting on his stamina. he was just about to reach the third floor , when he saw a couple of shadows , standing in the lobby, A family perhaps he saw a man , woman and a child. They just remained their standing , staring at him right into his eyes. Due to the darkness he could not see them totally, His body turned cold and he sensed a strange cold gush of air out of nowhere.Why were they standing there at such late an hour. His sense of civic responsibility was coaxing him to ask if they needed help, though all he wanted to do was to get back to the safety of his apartment. <br />
He walked towards them and asked if they wanted any help, but they still remained motionless like a mannequin except for the fact that they were all smiling, at him now. They had the " I know something, which you don't " look. Their eyes were penetrating deep inside him . He felt as if they knew everything about him and were laughing at his ignorance . He couldnt take that stare any longer, if they required help they would have said so expicitely atlest hinted at it .He climbed up to the 5th floor as soon as he could and rammed the main door and locked it hurriedly, as if he knew someone was there outside waiting to walk in. and this scared him .<br />
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The power was still out, and as he lay in darkenss in his bed staring at nothing but darkness , he could not get over the family, who were they and why did all of them had that grin on thier face. He really missed his wife , if only she was there beside him tonight. He could not sleep , as his mind was occupied with insecurity and fear . He was not sure why was he feeling like this tonight, everthing was fine till he was in the office, rather he was in the best of his spirits as a project in which he was working on since the last couple of months was finally about to yield results. He got up and stood in the balcony perhaps fresh air would help him get some sleep.<br />
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Unlike him Samina was very spiritual and believed in spirits and all sorts of unnatural phenomenon which cannt be explained yet by science. She used to say that there are spirits all around and she felt that this buiding was haunted, ofcourse he never believed her, not that he does now. He was just quantplating things, the family he saw still occupied his mind,could they be spirits haunting the building. He laughed at himslef, he actually was thinking that he saw spirits. A restless mind and power cut could really make a man think all sort of things specially when his wife is all the time talking about ghosts and haunting stories<br />
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He was sure if he tell her about the family, she would be sure that they were spirits and were haunting the building , ofcourse Nitesh was brave to look at them and still be alive. How he wished she was there/ Her thought always bought a smile on his face ,and on this particular time he was more laughing thinking about the conversations they would be having when she comes back . Just as when his mood was calming down with the thought of Sabina, he saw the family - three of them again, this time they were on the road in front the apartment he livedin, and were staring at him . He was not sure of what should he do or how he should react. He walked back into his apartment into the dark room , he was scared again .<br />
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He went back to his bedroom and just wanted to sleep , why were they staring him like that , who were they , did he know them , were they trying to say something to him perhaps warn him of something. He was getting restless. He was feeling week too , as if his energy was being sucked out every minute every second , but that perhaps was, because he was too tired and the night had not really been how his friday nights go in general. he had forced his eyes shut , but nothing would ease his mind and put him to sleep. Suddenly he heard footsteps in the living room , like the ones a formal leather shoes would make . He must be thinking a lot of things, he assured himself that there was no one there and thus these foot steps are a figment of his imagination..<br />
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All he did for next 5 minutes was roll from one corner of the bed to the other, though the foot steps were not completely gone but were less infrequent and he had got used to ignoring it. As he rolled next time to face the door of his bedroom ,he turned pale and stood up shocked. He was not sure of what he saw ! Did he actually show a face there peeping inside , Gosh he really was too tired perhaps.<br />
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He looked at the wall clock it was almost 4 am in the morning and he felt dead , deprived of sleep and energy. He wanted to go to the next room and be assured that there was no one there and the foot steps and the face were just a result of a tired and insecure mind but his mind which was insecure when he left office was exhausted now . He felt as if he have had no food since days not that he was hungry but he was just too deprived of energy. He lied down again , he was not sure of what was happening, he was as if in a state of transition. . The footsteps in the next room were getting fainter. Each passing minute made him weaker, he was not sure what was happening. to him . All he could do was lie down on his bed.<br />
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He laid in his bed exhausted forcing himself to sleep , but still could only just lie there motionless .speechles . He looked at the clock it was 5 am , the whole night had passed and he did not sleep. He could not even move now, infact he could not even feel his body. He was now worried , he could not do anything he felt trapped and suffocated. Then he saw was that family again the man , the woman and the kid staring at him , this time beside his bed , and their face also looked exhausted but they were pale and this time their face reflected peace after all the time they had been waiting for since last night had finally arrived.<br />
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The headlines of newspaper read - Nitesh(30) a promising young Engineer of an leading IT company and a family comprising of Natnalaal (40) ,Sheela(35) and Tarun (10) died of a lift mishap . The lift got stuck at the 13th floor and then the pulley holding the lift broke crashing Nitesh as the lift fell directly from 13th floor to basement . Nitesh was killed on the spot liitle after midnight yesterday. Whereas the family was on an adjacent lift whose pulley also broke in a similar manner killing the family on the spot a little after midnight. A investigation is under process.Arnavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09090214924365208584noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2670252886869137557.post-88477541646897365922010-09-22T14:37:00.001+05:302010-09-22T14:38:46.136+05:30The object of happiness<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
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</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Finally I am back to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">blogosphere after a long time. I was just caught up in the daily chaos of life, new job, new place, and not now that I have settled, I am back to share my thoughts, and what better a topic than happiness , we all want to be happy, don't we !</span></span></i></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Happiness is a seemingly complex word. The definition of words like these is very subjective. Those who are madly in love would associate this word with a person, those in abject poverty would associate this with food, those who are rich would associate this with peace. Hence I would want to define or rather specify the "happiness" I am talking about.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I am talking about happiness which is not associated with anything but pure joy. We all must have seen a baby laughing, that laugh is what pure joy is and that's the kind of happiness I am talking about. Then there are those people who have a very peaceful smile, the kind of smile that reflects pure joy. If we look around you would see that unfortunately not many people even smile these days and if you know them you would realize that the smile has been suppressed by fear /worries, in fact I was one among them too. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All of us have a habit to associate happiness with our dreams/wants/desires, which is fine in the sense that when we achieve that dream we are happy I do not deny that, but this happiness is very short lived, because we soon have another new dream, another want or desire and we are again sad till we achieve that. Dreams are good because they motivate us to go a step higher, they force us to work that extra hour to achieve our goal , but we should not associate happiness with a specific goal or dream. Happiness is divine and not defined by any object living or abstract. Let me take a few specific examples (the names hypothetical)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">a) Love - A person in love always associates happiness with his/her love. Anurag and Seema are a happily married couple. Anurag seems to define happiness with respect to seema, which is obvious because your life partner is a major source of happiness but the problem is he defines "all" his happiness with respect to seema. Love never dies but in the practical world people do, and people also meet unfortunate accidents and above all people do change. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am as much a believe of love as any other guy, but what i question is life revolving around one person , happiness being defined with respect to one person. I have seen couples madly in love - of two kinds, one who are so into each other that everything they do is inter related, their sense of existence itself is defined by the other person. Such people face a lot of trouble when things do not go as per their plan. The other kind of couple is that who in spite of their immense love for each other have a life in which their partner is not involved, their partner is a major reason for their happiness but not the only one, and unfortunately if life does not go as planed they are separated then they are able to exist and live though the rest of their life with a smile, even though the love has nor died nor have they stopped missing their love's presence. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">b) materialistic object - many of us associate happiness with wealth for example, but would this happiness reflect as pure joy and even if it does would it last long. Wealth and objects of value do bring a smile on our face bur we should remember that they are not the only source of happiness in our life. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We all are human and thus the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">tendency</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> to get swayed by materialism and I am no exception. I do want to have a loving wife and accumulate a lot of wealth, but that said, they are not the only source of happiness for me . I may not be able to materialize all my dreams but that does not take away my sense of happiness. As my joy is not tied to any one object or person. I am happy as long as I want to be. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I realized this a couple of years ago when one incident forced me to reflect upon happiness. I questioned my sense of happiness and realized if my happiness is tied to one object or person, I shall always have the fear of being unhappy. I decided to untie my happiness and am glad that now my sense of happiness is in the small things of life like talking to an old friend , reading a book, painting or blogging :) </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Happiness which is not tied to one object/person is eternal and that reflects as pure joy on their faces. Those who really want to be happy need to realise this and enforce this on their daily life. Initially its more of a rule you have to abide by, you don't let any event take away your happiness for a long time, you ensure that you always have something to smile about,even if that something is as meaningless as being happy because the day is bright and sunny. once this is registered in your mind you would see the difference , you would sense the peace of pure joy. That does not mean we do not pursue our dreams or accomplish our materialistic needs , all it means is we do not tie our happiness to a particular dream/need. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Be Happy always as your smile surely brings happiness to many. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">PS : I recently read a book titled "why god is laughing" by Deepak Chopra , a must read for those who want to experience pure joy . </span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I know a person,</div><div style="text-align: center;">A person whose life is nothing extraordinary, yet she lived it in the most extraordinary way,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know a person,</div><div style="text-align: center;">A person who always had a choice, a choice between duties and freedom, and she chose duties all her life. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know a person, </div><div style="text-align: center;">A person whose eyes reflect struggle but they also have a shine of pride. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know a person, </div><div style="text-align: center;">a person who gave meaning to my life by compromising the meaning of her life .</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know a person,</div><div style="text-align: center;">a person who taught me the importance of duties over self. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know a person, </div><div style="text-align: center;">a person who showed me the meaning of love and imparted me with the joy of sharing love. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know a person, </div><div style="text-align: center;">a person whose acts of kindness are now the living examples which guide my life .</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Love you Ma, on this occasion of Guru purnima I pray tribute to thee... </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">25<sup>th</sup> March 2010, A day when my academic student life came to a full stop,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>although I would remain a student forever as I strongly believe in Steve jobs famous<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>statement, “ Stay Hungry stay foolish” and moreover the wise men have always said that Life is the greatest teacher <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span> Yet my student life has come to an end in the sense there shall be no more of the students privileges like </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">No more bunking classes </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">No more partying whole night almost every day (especially semester 4) </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">No more sleeping the whole day, knowing that someone would have marked my attendance </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">No more carefree attitude</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">No more No accountability ... </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">During the thirty four hours journey from Pune to Howrah , the past two years reflected in my mind like thoe flash back movies often seen in Bollywood. I was bound to notice the transition in me during the last two years . The tenure <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>of MBA has definitely transformed me into a much better person<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>professionally and personally.This blog is about those leanings . No don’t worry this is not about the academic learning one has but it’s about the other learning’s which are not to be found in books <b>aka</b> tacit knowledge :D</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">The best<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>part of these two years was the interaction with a varied mix of people , we had students<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>who were right out of college and also students who had up to four years of rich corporate experience.Students were from varied backgrounds ranging from psychology to engineering- medicine to fine arts. This fine blend of a varied background helped us understand <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>varied perspectives, it made us realized that each one us has a unique talent . We need to focus on each other’s talent and learn from them and absorb their rich experience and at the same time share the unique talent which we have. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I being a fresher was new to a lot of things one among them was working “efficiently “ in a team. During Engineering there were very few group assignments<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>hence I was not used to working in a group. Whereas during MBA most of the assignments<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>were to be done in a group, whose team members were selected by the professor. Such teams seldom had homogeneous members and as such one had to deal with issues like the ignorance of a fresher , the attitude of a experienced<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>among other things <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span> It was truly very painful initially to work in sync with other team members. It is only at the end of these two years I realized that working in a team actually is more efficient resulting in achieving goals in a shorter period of time with high efficiency. A team can do a lot of things which one single professional cannot do ever, this is something which I took a lot of time to imbibe. Moreover<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am told that in organizations all projects are done in a team which always have people whose mind is completely out of sync with us.Thus this habit of working in new varied teams has prepared me be a efficient team member in future. Moreover I have had the best of memories<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>while working in such colorful groups and it is during such group activities I have found friends which made my stay @ SIMS full of fun .</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">In MBA we learned to prepare presentation at very short notice, in life we do not always get a lot of time to win an opportunity<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and MBA has taught me to do any kind of assignment at short notice and at minimal given time. This was realized specially in the fourth semester when although we were given sufficient time to prepare but we always prepared<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>important presentations only a night before <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span> - which led to this eureka moment. Initially I found it extremely difficult to make a presentation if I was not given all the relevant data but today I am confident that I can deliver an hour presentation based only on a few words of data, rest I have learned can be safely assumed :) </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Professional life is to be kept separate from personal life this was told to me during my engineering days , but its actual importance has been learned only in the last two years. This lesson was learnt when I had to complete assignments in a team whose members I did not like personally yet I had to professionally acknowledge him/her and work in sync with that person.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This taught me that one needs to learn to work with team members whom we may loath personally yet who is our professional<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>partner. This is one of the major learnings and now I am confident to work<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>with any kind of team members without having a grin on my face .</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">The last two years also has changed my thinking perspective. During my graduation days I used to look at any business/professional situation from an employee’s perspective but today given any such situation I think from the management’s perspective , I think about the benefit of the organization and how<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the shareholders wealth can be maximized. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">The basic functionalities<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>of an organization as taught in<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>MBA, namely<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Finance, Marketing and Human Resource are as important and applicable to our own life as they are to an organization </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Let me elucidate –</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Finance</b> –The basic concepts of Finance like cash management and asset liability match if applied to our own personal <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>finance would enable us to manage our own finances more efficiently. Concepts of Balance sheet, P & L account <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and Cash flow analysis can be applied to our own life and would enable us to manage our finance in the most optimal way. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Marketing </b>-<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is something which attracts and retains customers which are the blood line of any firm. Similarly if such marketing concepts are utilized by us it would enable us to attract and retain the figurative customers <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>of our life . For e.g. when we appear for an interview we need to know how to sell our personality and retain the job . <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Similarly our reputation is similar to the brand of a product.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We need to know how to manage our reputation similar to managing the brand equity of a product or a firm.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Human Resource</b> – This is to acquire and retain the right talent in an organization and ensure that its employees are satisfied.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Similarly we need<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>to identify the right people as good friends and we need to retain them forever. A poorly performed HR could result in having the wrong people in an organization leading to increased dissatisfaction among employees and would be detrimental to an organization<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the same can be applied to personal life also .</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Most importantly MBA has equipped me <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>to <b>face the unexpected</b> with a smile on my face. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">The last two years were the most fruitful time of my life till now and at the same time has given be memories which would bring a smile on my face always.....</div>Arnavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09090214924365208584noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2670252886869137557.post-26230468685065837892010-03-11T15:01:00.001+05:302010-03-11T22:57:56.229+05:30DEATH - Inevitable<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"></span></span><br />
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</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Some things in life are beyond our control, things which are planned by someone powerful than us. Of all such things "Death" is something which is unpredictable and inevitable. It would come to all of us in ways we are not even aware of.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Death is scary, am sure to all of us; it would wipe the very existence of us one day. I don’t know and do not want to know also, what life is after death because it is the life which we are living now that’s of concern to me.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">I don’t know how one feels to be dead, but the people around the deceased definitely are disturbed , they are the people who suffer, the ones who would have to move on, who would have to live life as if nothing has happened because life does not stop for anyone. We need to understand and accept this that life is not a birthright but a blessing. It is not something we can take for granted because it can expire anytime. This acceptance is something we all need to imbibe and the moment we do that we would realize that life is a gift and is too short to be wasted.We spend a lot of time "hating” others, but is it really worth it?? If we were to die would it all matter? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">I have seen people who complain that their childhood was not how it should have been. They keep complaining about their parents. Their myopic view prevents them from understand the pain and suffering their parents must have had. The care and love which their parents have for them. Their sacrifices made . These are the children who suffer the most when their parents die. Because it is only when we lose someone , we realize their importance in our life. Nothing can be done then , the person is dead and one can never again show the love and respect the deceased earnestly deserved. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">People keep complaining about how their friends/Lovers do not understand them and waste a lot of time fighting with them over things that do not matter. What if that one friend/ lover dies, would we be able to thank them for the thing they did for us. Would we be able to ask forgiveness for the pains we gave them? Since we would not be able to that ,we would spend the rest of our life suffering with guilt.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Life is unpredictable, we are not in a position to know what would happen next. People die suddenly and with them goes the opportunity to make them feel special or happy , with them goes the option to make them smile. What is left is but remorse and guilt. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">The only choice we have is to enjoy the little we have . Make the most of what we have. We meet a number of people every day in school, college, office everywhere. We need to decide if we want them to associate the word "hate/ Greed/Rude" with us or associate "love" with us. Life is too precious to be spend hating people, we need to find a reason to love/ like people around us. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">We all being humans have a range of emotions from loathing someone to being madly in love with someone. We have it all, we have the power to be kind and cruel. We have the power to make a fellow human being shed tears of Pain or shed tears of joy. Emotions make us humans right.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Friends close your eyes for some time and think, if you were to die tomorrow would you be treating people around you the way you are doing now.... <o:p></o:p></span></div></span>Arnavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09090214924365208584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2670252886869137557.post-89464057429174357492010-03-01T09:56:00.000+05:302010-03-01T09:56:21.754+05:30Happy Holi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF5w2j5IZ-k/S4tB2YjXt5I/AAAAAAAACVc/_4dYxPW_LuE/s1600-h/Holi+top.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KF5w2j5IZ-k/S4tB2YjXt5I/AAAAAAAACVc/_4dYxPW_LuE/s320/Holi+top.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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God gave us the gift of colors so as to add spice to our daily boring life ...<br />
God gave us the festival of colors so that all of us can become one and celebrate his greatest gift "life" ..<br />
God gifted us the festival of "holi" so that all of us can become one under the mask of gulal and celebrate love..<br />
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This Holi I Pray to god ,<br />
for the ability to appreciate god's gift and celebrate life.. <br />
for the sanity of mind to love each and every from of life on earth and beyond..<br />
for the peace of mind to be able to appreciate and find happiness within ...<br />
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Happy Holi Folks ...<br />
May you have a colorful and safe Holi 2010..Arnavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09090214924365208584noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2670252886869137557.post-52445008898146400612010-02-16T10:21:00.010+05:302010-02-16T14:57:29.602+05:30Some People ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF5w2j5IZ-k/S3olc1ZhhvI/AAAAAAAACJQ/sYNc1dWA88M/s1600-h/IMPORTANT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KF5w2j5IZ-k/S3olc1ZhhvI/AAAAAAAACJQ/sYNc1dWA88M/s320/IMPORTANT.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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Some words are not spoken<br />
Yet some people hear it all<br />
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Some tears do not flow out of our eyes<br />
Yet some people wipe them off<br />
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Some questions are not asked<br />
Yet some people answer them all<br />
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Some anger is not expressed<br />
Yet some people come to pacify us<br />
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Some happiness is not reflected<br />
Yet some people share it with us<br />
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Some help is not asked for<br />
Yet some people offer everything they have<br />
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Some dreams are not shared<br />
Yet some people help us turn them to reality<br />
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Some actions hurt everyone around <br />
Yet some people tolerate it all<br />
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Some care is always not recognized<br />
Yet the care always remains...<br />
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Some people always make our life special<br />
Yet their life remains ignored...<br />
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"Guys these are the people who make Life worth living ... So take out time from you busy schedule and make sure that you make the life of these people, special just as they made yours .... "Arnavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09090214924365208584noreply@blogger.com13