Prasiddha

An ambition has ended abruptly. I do not like this.

picchar baaki reh gayi. I do not like this.

Life, uff!!

Try to enjoy the journey, Prasiddha, my friend!

(written on 18 Jan 13)

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