2 mins silence pls

I do not understand it very much. Why is there so much commotion every where around ? It is really not like any one is dead, or some accident has occurred. Then why is every one moving so randomly ? There are specific lanes and roads for each of them to traverse, and that too with comfort and peace. I have seen them already having driven like this.

These ghosts of my thoughts were under my control for long. I had trained them to order my commands. They thought themselves to be invincible but I put them behind the bars, tightened them with chains and put them in a place where no light or imagination could enter.

I thought, I thought I will be strong forever like this and I would never need to look at the lock I had put. In fact I made this a mandate for me to never look back at the lock, because that would remind me of what's in behind it. I, but forgot that even iron gets rust on it with time, and weakens its strength, if not looked into regularly.

I was sensing its pressure from behind for quite sometime now. Still I did not look back. Then I saw my pillar of bars burst open one day. The ghosts set themselves free. They again hovered over me. They are making noises which are not pleasant to my ears. Their sight is deadly and inhuman.  I wonder how they were created ever by God. They seem to be much bigger than last time I saw them. I wonder who fed them inside those dark cages. They are even hungrier than I thought I was. And strangely, they are not ready to eat me up, but are acting like kids, in front of their mommy.

No I was never their guardian! NO! I can never be the guardian of those ghosts. These ominous creatures, these dark, shoddy, creepy ghosts, spreading sadness, disappointment, pain and yearning everywhere; they could never have found a safe refuge under me. Never! I am a source of peace. A bringer of goodness and justice to all my mates, I could never like these things, forget about even having an acquaintance with them. I have brought happiness in people's lives, have seen smiles reappearing on their faces, have seen the wounds of the friends heal. No, I can never guard them. I hate them. I have suffered a lot because of them. I don't want those ghosts in my life. But now I see them again. My lock is broken out of rust and pressure from inside the prison. I am again helpless. These big ghosts are bigger than me myself. So big that if even one of them sits on me, I don't think I will be visible to anyone in the world now. Why God Why ? It's not good.

I wonder who fed them inside those dark cages.Was it me ? No one else could see them I am sure, because there was dark all around. Was it me who, passed on food secretly into their room, while keeping my eyes turned away? Was it me who, while looking at other's lives, compared their ghosts with mine own; whom I thought belonged to my past but in fact were always pushed to present by me, by comparing and giving them accolades for being better than other people's ghosts ? Did my mind really tie them ?

I can not put them behind the bars again now. They have proven me wrong in this strategy. In fact I myself feed them when they are put under control. These ghosts, I see, they are my children only. They can not eat me. But I can not feed them either.

I need to think of a way. I need to find out a solution. Under this huge commotion, I can not sort out a plan clearly. I need isolation. I need to stop listening to their voices and hunger.

I need just two minutes of silence.

SM

Aakhein jab iski khulein
to lagay ki suraj saamne aa gaya

aur jab milay isse nazar
to ho jaayein bekhabar

khud hi ko bhool jaayein
aise dhal jaayein uske rang mein

entertainment uske phone ka naam hai
lekin din bhar usay hota bahut kaam hai

one man woman kehti hai apne ko
lekin maaloom isay nahi kitne fisle hain ispe
kitne one woman man ko
multi women man banaya hai isne

khush hone mein
zyada samay nahi lagati
lekin sad hone mein to
pal bhar ka bhi intezar nahi karti

sochti hai kya koi ispe kavita likh sakta hai
isay maaloom nahi ye ki
ispe koi poori pustak bhar sakta hai

mukhaakriti jiski jhoothi nahi hoti
aise mann waalo pe kaun nahi fisalta

apne jagah ki shudh pramaan hai
wahan ki guno ko poore samaye hui hai

par kya wahan ke log dukhi hote hain
ye to kabhi kabhi dukhi hoti hai

mera mann bola ki kaun dukhi nahi hota
ye to iski shudh prakriti hai
ki dukh chhupaaye nahi chhupta
warna jhooth ki chaadar
odhne mein samay nahi lagta

laddu bhale hi isay bura lagay
mithi ye bhi kamm nahi hai

kitna bhi pareshaan ho ye gyaan se
gyaani ye bhi kamm nahi hai

iske gyaan se bandar bhi insaan ban jaaye
cylinder bhi gas pipe line ban jaaye

khush rehna hai zaruri hamesha
chinta kabhi na karna
dance karo, like Keisha  :P

Humans

A child, born with all the fresh and delicate organs, tender, yet cute, protected by mother's sack, soaked in blood but still pure, born into the world as an alien.

He is kissed by everyone. His coming into the world is rejoiced by everyone. His mother feels proud for having carried such a beautiful piece of creation. His father can not but let all his tears of joy flow out to show to the world.

The child sets his mind for nourishment then. He turns his head every way to grasp all the features of the world. He observes what he will have to do to get what he wishes and what he is prohibited from. He learns which person to trust and kiss and whom to not. His strengthening muscles teach him when and how to use their power in times of need.

Throughout his ever learning process (life), he filters out some items and attaches them to his permanent memory. He remembers when he kissed his grandfather as he gave him a chocolate bar. Even more is the memory of the slap he recieved when he stole the candy from the shop and showed it to his father so proudly. He remembers the first person he fell in love with. He remembers the oaths he took. He can not forget how unwillingly tears were rolling out of his eyes when he could not save that girl child he was treating. His first steps into business, when he lost the whole money allotted to him for promotion, the memory of which has made a dark void in his heart. Even his victory in a long fought fight...

Then after all this, the person leaves! He again becomes an alien.

I love this life. But this life is not what I am looking for. Redundancy is not the factor I want to live with. I believe there are many more who think on this line. 

Innocence of muslims

How will anyone feel if some one says to him, "Hey, your grandmother is a prostitute. being married twice, she has slept with two men." Though a small part of the general definition (female, sharing body with multiple men) fits her act, it is not really so, is it ?

Of course that person will hit a hard punch on the speaker's face, may be two or multiple punches, even if the person said this in fun and light manner. There are some things which can not be taken lightly.

The movie made on Prophet Mohammad is exactly based on this principle.

While many terror suspects traced out by various agencies have Islamic names, there are other religions' suspects as well. Also, making out that all Muslims are terrorists is also dismissively false as many among them are awesome humans.

I know many of them who are so nice that one would just be with them and forget all the worries of his life. I consider one of them as my brother, whom i look up to in times of distress. Also, I learnt the  basic principle of not judging anyone on the basis of his religion by a Muslim friend only! I was in my 8th class when I learnt it. I remember him fully and want to meet him wherever he is now. I am indebted to him for changing my mind to regard every religion equally.

Without seeing the whole scenario, making fun of someone respectable by each and every Muslim, and even people of other religions - someone who is more respectable than anyone - is like inviting one's own face for a hard red punch.

We all are born equal, so it's better we regard every one as equal. In this way, the insecurity of showing oneself superior or inferior will also disappear. 

Religion is a sensitive topic for any individual. It keeps his soul connected to his sense of self. If the soul, the connector between the death and life is disrespected, the person is liable to fight to any extent for gaining the respect back. It is hard to live and even die with a disrespected soul.

I just wish that the affected people, all of them are mature enough so that they may ignore this video. Even if it was meant to be for humor, making fun of a community leader is not a wise thing to do. I wish the makers be forgiven, even if they have done a condemn-able act.  I know that no religion will ask for harming the children of god.

AmpWom

http://ampwom.wordpress.com/

I thought there must be some pics of naked amputated people. So I searched 'Naked Amputee'. I did see around 10-15 pics. Zooming in on some pics, I got across this website. One more website was there which impressed me.

Whatever reason I searched it for, I did not expect such websites to be existing, and also very much active. I am surprised, but I am not able to judge whether it is a happy or a sad surprise.

Happy

1. Internet provided a platform to the affected people where they could speak themselves
2. Their collective issues are seen universally
3. No one participating in this website movement will see himself/herself as the lonely one, coated repeatedly on his mind by the surrounding air and people.
4. The popularity of the website will be a boost to their spirits. They will feel that they have something which the world wants to know.

Sad

1. They can not be seen as the same among us. A mere change in body affects the perception of the person in this world unless he again proves his mettle to the world.
2. Support is needed after losing a body part. It becomes a disability, true, but not forever. it remains a disability only as long as the person gets accustomed to using his new body. But the newly accustomed body is not appreciated universally. Hence a need arose for them to have a group and share their grievance to each other. 'He can understand my problem because he also has gone through this', thought is dominant.
3. Loss in confidence. They can have much more to show than mere bodies, which are of course awesome. A horny bull will not have his eyes stuck at what is not there, but will be fixed at what is there. Bodies will remain always awesome for lustful purpose. But there can be immensely large number of things that the body can do. Just for example- running a family. An amputee woman, living with her kids, this pic will speak much more than an amputee woman clad only in her inner. Similarly an athlete amputee girl will attract greater eyes than a plump amputee, sitting and agonising for her loss.
4. The website is not appreciated by many people. Less comments, less appreciations; if their voice remains only among themselves then of course there is a reason to be sad.

 We all are having human heart. We all have been trained the same way, but if we don't treat each other the same way just because of a change in ability of another person, that would be unjust. I don't personally think that the difference will go away so easily from the crowd's mind, but I personally can change myself to this equality mission.

(I have my own shortcomings - impatience to slow-sluggish action. I have felt angry on one disable person as well. But i strongly wish that however right it may be to expect low output from Disabled, it will always be unjust and unfair to have an opinion putting disabled  at an unequal platform from us in terms of their nature and behaviour.)

Why not shake an ass

Go wash your shit :P

My Dada ji

He is my Dad's elder brother. We call him Dada Ji. I am personally very fond of him and respect him next only to God and my parents. Certain features of his:
1. 6'3'' tall
2. 65 yrs around of age
3. Skull Hair all still intact and black
4. Ex primary-secondary school master
5. A widower

These are his factual data. I do not praise him for any of these (except for hair. My dad has lost quite a few, and his hair are graying as well). I am impressed by his vision. He can 'see' things. No it is not sixth sense, but just the normal logic. He can guess what the best path for any particular situation would be. He would never how he came to a conclusion that 'that solution' is the best, but it does turn out to be so. He is not educated very much. Being brought up in village family with scarce resources, spending money on education had to be dealt as carefully as a luxury item. Even my father could not pursue his engineering due to lack of funds.

Often I see a striking similarity between him and myself. I may not be always right in my solution, but I feel I am also like him when it comes to 'seeing' things. The way I think, it does not require any formal education to think that way. It simply needs love for the object under consideration, be it a human, an animal or any other thing.

Citing one example about my dada ji, he never asked me to go for the toughest exam for engineering. But when I sat for it and I failed in my first attempt, it was only he who advised my daddy to let me take another attempt, as he believed I will make it through. My father did not want me to drop a year, but he agreed on his advice. I actually cleared the exam the next time. As a token of love, or a reward, he gave me a fresh 50 rupees note after I cleared the exam. My dad said that he did not usually shed out money from his pocket like this, that it was a big thing that he gave it to me.

My dad once told me a story about one of his talks with dada ji. They were facing financial shortage in their home when dad was in 8th standard. My dad said that this was his moment of change. His elder brother, while on their way to school, said to him, "meri padhai ho sakti hai na ho paaye poori aur main itna aage bhi na nikal paaun, lekin tumhe nikalna hai, khoob aage nikalna hai." These words, my dad said, changed him forever. From then, excellence was not just his default situation (which had always been, even before this incident); excellence was striven after as well. It is an altogether different issue that dad hardly got any challenge to his default situation. He always excelled in whichever field life guided him through.

If I become a little more like my dada ji, I will be happy. He has default love for everyone, hence he never thought of showing it as well. I believe no such idea might even have had crossed his mind, 'to show love' ; funny idea for someone who sees world as a big ocean of life.

He came to meet us 2 weeks back. I met him for just a few minutes as I had come from office and his train was to come in the next hour. I touched his feet, wished him, and asked him how he was. After freshening up, I sad beside him and directly came to point. I told him "Dada ji, is baar mushkil hai clear hona exam. Course bahut sara hai aur samay bahut kamm hai. Lekin main koshish kar raha hoon."
To this, he replied " haan, koshish hi kar sakte hain. Baaki to oopar waale pe chhor do, baaki to uski ichchha hai, hum to bas koshish kar sakte hain." His words were very simple and came out without worry appearing on his face. I felt happy after his words and felt good that I was doing exactly what he said. I went to the other room and opened my notebook on which I had written articles of the Indian Constitution.
There is so much more I would love to know about him. I wish I know more about him. I wish next time he comes to home, I see more of him.

Why just blame the PM ?

Of course he has to be blamed. Who else will have the final authority over the department which he heads ? If he believed that Indian Executive and bureaucratic hierarchy is too strong to be budged from its impartiality, neutrality and efficiency even if he does not say any firm statement to exert his control over the structure he leads, he is proven to be wrong. His MaunMohan status is finally doing him justice and we have a stronger proof to justify this status after the Coal Gate CAG report.

Why do people respect him when he is leading such a big corrupt structure? Or do people really respect him ? Different versions of such questions are certainly putting blemishes on an illustrous life of a civil servant who dedicated more than 40 years of his life to the development of India.An old man, who served as required by his country, is now facing possibly the biggest tumult in his life. He has lived a long rewarding career and now,at the dawn of his life, he is being thrown ink at. 

Life of a prime minister may get worse than his situation but it is sufficiently too bad. 

He can not, and should not be exempted from his mistakes done as the third topmost citizen of the country, and as the real executive head of the state. Whom do we have to blame if not the crowned PM for the chaos in the country, economically, socially and morally ? He was the best choice the UPA could have among the options it had. "India is a peaceful country. Let us have this peaceful honest efficient workaholic civil servant as the representative of our peaceful country and forget about the nation. He will not provide much trouble to the peace structure already established!" How punned this statement can be. 

The problem no one could see , or rather ignored, while considering him for the PM post was that he fitted for the post of a PM only as an executive head. He could not be an assertive leader. He was never trained to be forceful to anyone he met and always believed, as was the case usually, that people don't try to cheat much, and even if they do, law gets hold of them. Few people can be found hard and dishonest in a virtuous academic society. He was an academician for a good part of his life. He might have been good this way as a professor, but as a PM, he certainly forgot that law is made by those very people who he should have got hold of, playing with it at the cost of the country's blood, its money, its treasury. He never had those eyes which could sense any current ill doing as he had a strong faith in the system of justice, even if delayed, even if it caused a loss of 1.76 + 1.86 + 1 lac crore presumptive loss to the nation's economy. He could never hold the belts of the positions he was heading. 

He is just a free market economist. India is much more than economy. He was not 100% fit candidate for the post. A scam was being played under his owndepartment for four years and he had no air of it. Or if he had an idea of it, (2004 was the year where auctions were suggested by the coal secretary)he never noticed it (auctions were never done!). He was not a spectator to this show. What's the use of showing just concern and not acting so as to tighten the grip over process to ensure rightful implementation of righteous policy ? Mr. executive head, you have disappointed me personally.

He was supposed to act on it! He could not have let humungous amounts of money gone to a few, such a few candidates. At one end he wishes socio-economic development, which requires huge expediture by government. At the other end, why did he let go of an opportunity to get money to the exchequer and all by transparent manner? Why was he silent? Leave transparency.Who are benefitting from the block allocations ? Buying land for low price, producing coal at low price (labourers, even if they get their daily wages fully, will not be as big an expenditure to the companies as the gain they would recieve. Else the companies would not be profittingr), selling coal and other products at big market price, gaining huge profits. The gain a common man will have in this process is either becoming an official in the coal company (should be less than 1% of population, earning huge money) or a labourer (should consitute majority of the population getting their daily wages ensured). Yes, my cribbing here is about the huge amount of money earned by the official. More than that, it is about the high disparity in the incomes. Couldn't a tight grip over the policies and transactions reduce such presumptive losses and unjustified gains of a few? Our PM was not able to act on this virus catching hold of ministries. He was concerned, he sent letters to the telecom minister, finance minister to ensure transparency, but never did something which could let the defaulting ministers feel that they would do wrong economically, legally as well as morally if any transparency and public interest is compromised with. He was supposed to do this. Everyone looks up to his leader. He must have been an inspiration to a lot of people, but this situation is putting his reliability as a role model on test, and he is possibly failing at it.

But is there, in the whole country, only the PM to blame ? Or, for that matter, only the ministers to blame ? Or, say, only the government officials to blame ? Are we also not somewhere the part of this process ? We as citizens as well are responsible for it, if we say, "kya bakwaas sarkaar hai...kitne ghotaale karegi...ye manmohan bas sonia ka pujari hai... rahul gandhi bas khaayein gaon jaake ... blah blah", we ought to be held responsible somewhere for this scam. We feel connected to the government, we feel connected to the nation as we pass comments about the nation's leaders, we even select nation's leaders, hence we ought to feel loyal to the government and the nation's leaders as well. 

Why do we not tell the IT authorities of a rich person living beside our house, whose source of income, we claim is coming from "number 2 ka dhandha" ? Why do we praise those very politicians in front of them whom we despise behind their back ? Why during election rallies we support a party representative even if there are civil/ criminal cases pending against him ? Why we ourselves as businessmen do not disclose our real incomes to the IT authorities ? Why do we agree to share a 100 rupee note to a constable than ppay 200 rupee challan ?

All the money that we give away as bribe or let go to illegitimate hands can be considered as a presumptive loss to the economy. Many deserving and needing citizens of this country are deprived of the money because it went to a mafia, a businessman, a fraud company or a government servant. Some more poor students could have recieved the merit cum means scholarship. Farmers' subsidy could have increased. A little more roads could have been constructed. A small decrease in economic inequity would have achieved. The opression by the landlords on the farmers would have mitigated. 

A little change in us is the need. Some one who saw a drastic change in standard of living of his neighbour ought to be concerned about his source of income. Someone seeing  labourers not recieving their daily wages ought to be concerned about their rights. To be proactive can be a minimal dictionary term that can summarise this thought.

Are we all also becoming MaunMohan; a leader setting by example, is he ? Or we always have been like this? Is he really a true representative of us all ? But if he really is a role model, we could not have learnt all the treachery we have learnt to defy this established system, as he himself is not treacherous (ok, its only apparent, no proof). I only saw him go to an RTO at age of 75 to get his driving licence renewed. May be it was just a publicity stunt by the old man.

We, as no uncommon citizens, should look in what ways we can be vigilant of the country's progress. It is the common citizen of India who becomes the uncommon citizen later in his life. There will be among us only who will take next PM's seat, next coal block owner's position, 2G, 3G, 4G, 5G telecom operational heads, elegible for ISRO chairman's seat, and for many government positions. If we as common citizens hold the responsibility, (which would be a burden on us, as can be on MaunMohan's head as well) together we would not have much problem to deal with any inconsistency, which a single no-superatural leader has failed to act on. We can extend more hands as watchdogs of the government made by us. 

I think I should not put all the blame on the PM.

yu itna jo muskura rahe ho

kya gham hai jisko chhupa rahe ho!

open up

How can some people make a mark permanently on your minds. It's so difficult to digest, when the subjects in consideration have not seen you for past three years.