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love ...

Make love your only companion. Its love that maintain universe. Whatever you see these are manifestations of love. Fire is the heat of love, earth its foundation, air its restlessness, night its dream state, day its wakefulness.It’s a state of passion engulfed in aroma of heavenly tides which can only be fathomed by the oceans of trust and truthfulness.

A simmering fire burns our hearts away;
We sink and my heart in depth of agony lies;
As with the dawn the taper of the lamp
Laps up the last drops of oil and dies

Friend, it’s my business to cry, how long you will keep wiping tears from eyes. I recalled how our association and progressed and how we were carried away by our infatuation like paper boats cast on a powerful stream. Love is a misery which spares no one, neither the old nor the young, neither married nor single. How in my infatuation I had sprinkled flowers of homage at her feet, how a women, who I had first not thought particularly beautiful had become the most beautiful in the world to me after she became my beloved.
I despaired and said to myself, ‘better be enchained, locked up, even die in a prison than be enmeshed in the net of love and longing.’

‘The eye hath ruined me,’ the heart complained.

‘The heart has lost me,’ the eye replied.

I know not which told the truth, which lied

Between the two, it was Meer who died.

Do everything your heart desires but never let it fall in love; Love spares neither lover nor the beloved. Envy slays companionship quicker than sword.

P.S: Dont read the last page of the novel that makes you to come to real Life !!! Be in Fiction always!!!

Nafs...Desire

NAFS … DESIRE
Desire is motto of life… the mantra behind which we live. Hey … if you guys accept it or not … I ‘m writing on your behalf and this is as true as truth is. Any wish or so-called expectation from things to thrills, from persons to pathetic situations is always the mantra of living world and its people. Check your own nostalgia you shall pat my back and say ‘bang on’. It’s to start from your birth to your death in between the phases of your teens to love age, from emotions of anger to romance, responsibility till you complete your duties, the word Desire throngs your ears and paves the heart in. Family pressures to business commitments, the idea of fulfilling the commitments is always where this seed grows in. I was just paging through Kushwanth Singh’s Delhi, and I straightway started writing this post as the word Nafs prompted me to. Is there any one in the world who never desires? I don’t think so. Are expectations wrong? Why shouldn’t we expect? Am I making a sin if I expect? If expecting a sin, I shall conclude there shouldn’t be any intellectual sense? Human being has this power. He deserves to think a dream. There comes expectation when one thinks of future. I accept getting to dumps after loosing the expectations one expects is what the real reason people stop expecting. Isn’t possible to expect a wish thereby go on with your life even if you lose the next moment. Being practical is it so difficult? I don’t think so. I believe in making common sense. But, yes, when emotions are into considerations one cannot win in a practical way. Being harsh in heart the worst thing or sense in sensibility of today’s life style to live in. What is the best way to live? Being practical or impractical? Come on through on your comments!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Travel not of the road but of one’s emotional self existence

Travel not of the road but of one’s emotional self existence is always one's want. Am I right in saying this? Why people love to travel? Why people travel in search of love? Not of the road but of one's own heart? Have you ever imagined the power of realization? The power of dream?
I got from my bed with an alarm peeping the song 'ya Ali - gangster' ... shocked, got up...Finally. Straight towards the television I switch on two plugs, there comes my favorite video songs. After a brief shower I start... I usually catch the first bus to STC as me entering at mid point won’t be able to manage a seat. Usually alone with my musiques I start walking towards chaurasa (bus stop). Waiting for the bus in winter that to an hour before sun rise cools one's spine down. My friend "Joint" helps me to stay calm till I get inside the bus.
Travelling makes a person to realize the worth of reaching distance. Being metaphorically unless one travel distance he can’t know the depth of life, particularly its meaning. There are at times one won’t get the real picture or view of his own life but most often when you lead your emotions you get the right view of life and most important its sole purpose of existence. To choose the best way to travel and the seat from where you can foresee your future happening is very difficult when you have been offered plenty of options. It’s always easy to choose what is right & what is wrong. But it is extremely difficult to choose the better of two rights & worst of two wrongs.
I entered the bus, said salaam to my bus driver friend and stared at an almost empty bus. With a small confusion of choosing the best seat from where I can view the pleasant atmosphere on the way to STC I sat. Opened the half opened window peeped outside to feel fresh oxygen, tuning to sounds of melodies and enjoying sweet solidarity with sense of happiness.
There are at times people shall forget the path they have travelled , the way they have, the people they have come across or the time they have spend to reach a beautiful place and most important the difficulty it takes, the pain it endures to reach the heights and lows of life. In Travel, one come across the taste of sweat and shock and only those who smile at those and venture will reach and have reached dangerous heights.
I usually carry a novel with me. I read it whenever I travel. Flipping pages of a novel (interesting) while travelling is of feeling highness as this gives me nice tempo to my mood. Without getting carried away of reading novel I pause to enjoy the atmosphere outside , sense of opening shops , musiques in my ear, chat with persons nearby (no matter even if u don’t know). It ‘s always a beautiful sight when you happen to see varied breeze of emotions right from birds to army man. Inside the bus it’s enjoyable to see people discussing about the previous day’s story varied from romantic blues to movies to LOC’s.
It will never make sense if u can’t enjoy at each and every scene you see. One can never experience the amount of happiness around us unless you feel open to explore it. It’s not about how long you travel to success; it’s about how frequent you travel towards success will determine the actual distance you attain. Each and every thing in this universe is to learn and you ought to finish reading it before you leave.
I reached STC got down from the bus started walking towards my room. Had a cup of vending coffee sat down in my place? People started flowing in and it’s just another routine day of learning in life!!!!! Unless one learns in life, he standstills at a position from where there can be no help.
P:S: This is not what I thought of writing!!!! There’s something in my mind which stops me!!!!

acceptance...

A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco. "Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend. I'd like to bring home with me." "Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him." "There's something you should know," the son continued, "he was hurt pretty bad in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us." "I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live." "No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us." "Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own." At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know –their son had only one arm and one leg.

Strangely there is something more painful than the hurt itself.It is acceptance. It is the knowledge of that acceptance that however painful it may be, this too shall pass.And in tomorrow's past, today will be another memory lined up on the shelf gathering dust.

Where would you be tomorrow, my pretty, prancing in the warm sunshine? or singing of faded memories?

P.S: Dont read the last page of the novel that makes you to come to real Life !!! Be in Fiction always!!!

NATURE'S IMBALANCE DIET

Its Nature's tendency to give the power to each and every individual based on their Duties and responsibilities. Each and every creature in this world has some Power... Hmmm... Call it as ability in doing things which are respect to their pure sheer strength they include in themselves. An Ant can't do the real business what an elephant does and thy vice versa. It's Universal platform where we live in possessing pure strength which shall determine our responsibilities and duties in this world and shall of course conclude whether we can complete it or not. The Nature... some theists call it as GOD, shall determine what u do and what u can do and may be what u will do...Men & Women are two gifts given by nature. What is the reason that the powers given by nature are so different? Is anyone superficial to other? If so, how? Maybe who??? The nature is intelligent enough to give powers based on their responsibilities which shall make this world a better place to live in. The nature has distributed its powers so as to make this world to exist and not to cease. On the second note, no organism in this world is either superior or inferior and shall not imitate others existence as it’s not possible. Male has masculine power and he is superior. Women is superior as she rebirths herself while praying a child, the pain she adores is not comparable to masculine power!!! Who has the greater ability to retain their form to bare the pain one adores in, a Male or a Female? What is pain? Is Pain physical? Is mental pain or so called emotional pain or grudge is not painful? Physical medication is always easy when one treats in a mental asylum. In day today life of a person, more he/she conquers mental tension than physical pain.
In this regard, I can easily conclude the power and strength can only be defined based on ability to conquer mental pain which in every case is true and no one can deny that.
The ultimate truth why male tend towards the unethical passion of boozing & fagging or to some extent into illegal business is just this... "The Nature's imbalance Diet...”. Emotionally speaking when a male is ditched in a love affair by a female, why it takes difficulty for a male in getting back to what so called normal life. Is this because women know how to control their emotions in tact or they don't express as to make others feel there is no emotion in her? Truth... Please!!!!!
Truth is, scientifically speaking the magic of “Testosterone”. The amount of secretion of this hormone makes the difference in aggression and power between men & women. The same adheres to the ability to control rejection, pain, loss etc.
Alcohol & similar interests reduces the speed of drop of the percentage of Testosterone drastically which shoots high on excitement. But for women this naturally reduces slowly to nil on rejection pain or failure from excited shoot up. The speed of loss or gain in percentage of secretion or deletion causes the real problem. According to medical research, testosterone - the hormone connected to male characteristics such as aggression and sex drive - rises in women by up to 50% when they get drunk. In men, it falls."

I conclude by saying the nature eats an imbalance Diet by providing all the Physical pain to womanhood and the emotional , mental instability or pain to malehood.

P.S: Dont read the last page of the novel that makes you to come to real Life !!! Be in Fiction always!!!

I Still Hate to hate it...

Early morning breeze , chilled coke was the condition of my body, My steps was on verge of finding a new meaning of the word called life in the horizon of sun along the bank of hussain sagar the place i always cherish myself for making me learn wat i m now. People often turn twisted in their own minds and learn their own mistakes in hard way thereby laughing at their own face tend to learn better than ever before. Yuppi, i did that!!!! with a joint in my hand i started my walk of life ... to the destined place called love !!!! the word i still hate to hate it !!!!

Heart was pounding at each and everything one could possibly see in the dark and at the shiny collage of the nature. My walk of Life was not just a walk , but one could possibly get from it , it was a walk of dreams , it was not just steps of foot but it was of the life one could possibly reach to unattained peak of life's most easily got lost phenonmenon. Same things , which u often cross infinite times , u tend to throw it away and tend not to keep in ur mind in the busy crowd in day light but the same may attract you at twilight or at dead night thanks to its silence and its beauty.

Beauty is truth, Thruth Beauty ... John keats would have smelled it!!!! but for me !!! Life is beautiful.. Beautiful ... My lens got focussed. I started feeling the heat of burnt finger... Go away i said to the joint ... turned towards... The Buddha... (Sin.. silently standing amid romantic blues)... wishes came... i turned my eyes... just to see and feel.. shall the time machine break !!!! Thunders frozen,,, Hot stars.. whizling flowers, dangerous waves... both in my heart and soul... i started twisting my own heart into cosmic waves that not even the sender can explain!!! wats this!!! is it hell!!! or is it hell in heaven!!!! wat i m supposed to do !!! grace it or shall shade away!!!!

The nature teaches us the purpose of life. Why we are here!!! and not there!!!!

Memories of the Past - a Mystery in my Mind

What hurts is not the past, but the remembering how happy it was, sometimes being happy makes u feel sad!!! Especially wen u look back at the past with flashback mode on with a dim light....maybe today has no relation with the yesterday or that day, maybe there is no reason to cry and maybe not enough reason to laugh but I don’t even know how the heart had managed to accept the fact called mind. Is it the fear of the future that makes the already hesitant unsteady step moving forward to turn backward? Is it the fear of repeated mistakes u make!!! Is it fear of not having learnt one's own ruthless lessons of life and love? Is it fear of exploring buried past? I disagree with the past that makes me not to move forward. ..Time is chosen... But I can’t seem to smile suddenly. The heart echoes a dull pain and the fingers go numb ...and yet the memories fail to bring a smile and the saddest? Well, the saddest, just is that, the saddest... The heart seemed to have been lost in the endless terrain of time and seemed to stop right at where it started to boom & blossom...peeping through a window that remembered memories making musiques of laughter, with a hint of innocence and a package called love...u are not here today, nor there either ..With the sense of being lost...Why...why does one feel at this point of time....? It feels like an unnecessary urge within u to stand back and grab desperately at each and every passing memory that pierces the heart and makes the night a never ending mystery? At this point of time I can’t seem to have the energy to stand up straight, fade away the thoughts and concentrate on coming future...

‘Zahir’ : Incapable of going unnoticed

‘Zahir’ in Arabic means visible, present, incapable of going unnoticed. It is someone or something which, once we have come into contact with them or it, gradually occupies our every thought, until we can think of nothing else. This can be considered either a state of hollowness or of madness.
According to writer Jorge Luis Borges, the idea of Zahir comes from the Islamic tradition. Zahir, in Arabic means visibility, present, incapable of going unnoticed.
The story is about a renowned author who discovers that his wife, a war correspondent, has disappeared, leaving no trace. Was she kidnapped, blackmailed, or simply bored with their marriage? The unrest she causes is as strong as the attraction she exerts. Though time brings more success and new love, he remains mystified – and increasingly fascinated – by her absence.
It’s about love, losing and passionate obsession. It is about the famous writer searching for his wife, Esther, a war correspondent who just returned from Iraq. Esther has left him for no apparent reason. The police began their investigation and various theories was put forward such as kidnapping or she left his husband for another man or she was simply bored with the marriage.
Then the writer decided to find her wife and the truth of his own life. He went all around the world from South America to Spain, France, and Croatia and eventually arrived at the bleakly beautiful landscape of Central Asia. From one country to other country he started to understand the nature of love and the power of destiny.His search for her – and for the truth of his own life – takes him from France to Spain, Croatia and, eventually, the bleakly beautiful landscape of Central Asia. More than that, it takes him from the safety of his world to a totally unknown path, searching for a new understanding of the nature of love and the power of destiny.With The Zahir, Paulo Coelho demonstrates not just his powerful and captivating storytelling, but also his extraordinary insight into what it is to be a human being in a world full of possibility.
Whether he found his wife or not, the reader has to read this book because at the end of the story, the readers are able to feel the various meaning of love and life. A brilliant thought that quotes that meaning is “Things which are important in our life never go away from us. All those things that went away from us are the ones that only we thought were important, but were actually not.” The story is basically non-fiction as it truly reflects the journey of life of Coelho himself.
Two words: dragged out. In spite of being a believer of the listen to your heart, follow your dreams philosophy, to me, this book clearly went over the top. I started reading it late last year and normally should have been able to finish it within two weeks. I took it with me on my trip, and found myself reading the book less, and the lonely planet more.

Keep off the grass

A new sensational book titled Keep off the grass, written by the Karan Bajaj . It is a journey through the IIM-B from manhattan . During the journey Samrat, an addict of marijuana and all types of drugs survives in the IIM-B leaving his job as an investment banker with the reputable bank of the Wall Street in the USA. The book is an adventure into a meaningless life.
What do you do when you are a twenty-five-year-old Yale graduate making half-a-million dollars a year as a hotshot investment banker on Wall Street?You run behind money and become a millionaire by thirty, of course. Not if you are Samrat Ratan, a NRI quits and enrolls in business school in India instead.Samrat’s journey begins at the Indian Institute of Management (IIM) in Bangalore, where he spends his time getting high on drugs while his grades doze down as how joint joints down. Soon, Samrat’s quest for self invention reaches heights when in IIM , reaches to extents of counting the no. of bars in prison, travels to himalayas, ghats of benaras.. u know wat... he lives a life in IIM.
Being – Yale valedictorian, investment banker, survives his fall from grace.
Very smart book. Read cover to cover in just one sitting and enjoyed is thoroughly. I just couldn’t keep the book down as it became more and more interesting as I turned the pages. I usually don’t read fiction and almost never by Indian authors except for Chetan Bhagat and books of this genre. This book is a complete thriller and yes, it does justice to the number of trees cut to make this book I enjoyed reading it more than the last 2 attempts at writing fiction by Chetan Bhagat. What Chetan had done to IIT in Five Point Someone, which I liked, Karan has done to IIM-B and done it well.
Smart book, not best by any means gives a challenging potrayal of life in IIM. better to read and throw than not read.
P.S. this blog shall contain descriptions bout my journey through pages and is not bout best books i ve read ,though i ve read great books i wanna describe at this blog , bout only those i read from now.
"I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter." Churchill

Train journeys do have a romance

For me, a train journey is about the countless memories that are polished, comfort of an aircraft can never provide. The sound of wheels kissing rails, the smell of home cooked food that of the guy on the facing berth (he might just offer it you if he realizes that you have been watching), the joy on the face of the little children who waves excitedly at you as the train passes by her house/village, the drop of early morning dew which hangs from the window frame and, before you can react, leaps onto your face! A train compartment is one place where people go Jil-Mil with strangers, talk to each and every one possible out there, share food of the variety one can never expect in any part of the world, tell stories and build friendship... Strange friendship that you forget who he/she is the moment you reach your destination but not the memories. And then there are changing views of landscape, weather outside. It's a pleasure to watch the landscape we leave behind as the train progresses swiftly on its tracks making musiques that not even gr8 ARR can’t make(reciprocate), and wave at children in villages who run out of their dwellings and scream at the speeding train as they wipe their noses.I don’t like it the half conversations I make with a stranger when I m compelled to break down at my destination the way I don’t like when a book ends as it forces me to come back to the real world. A train journey is like life except with the difficult parts taken out! Train journeys do have a romance.

Romance with the dream and cry

"a thread can separate the distance of life and death , but to unravel it , it takes a lifetime."

evening 8 p.m. i stepped outside the famous sivagami pethachi auditorium after watching a play. The first play i watched and the best. I was welcomed to andromeda!!!!!!!!!! A play can easily affect a person the way he thinks and can change the whole life... just by acting!!!! "THIS play deals with the emotions suffered by the protaganist who being a paralytic wants to ends his life which he can't thanks to his disease asks his nurse to do so!!! " life for me till then a jolly ride with no obstacles for those who are mind ruler!!!! i was just transformed then to be an heart ruler. Its not bout wat u achieve at the end of the life !!!! its all about wat all you achieve and lose while taking the journey forward!!! always in life two things come in between!!! self esteem and compromise!!! i always choose the latter unless it touches the former's permissble limit!!! but fact is once the knock is lifted with a strong burst ... you got to follow wat the heart says!!! some times you think dream till no time untill the joint in your hand reminds you firing the fingers and by saying :- "hey mind there are times you got to allow the heart to rule which will never be wat say 'mindless'". Life is worthless unless u make it worth. That day , after watching the play i had a romance with my dream and cried all along the path travelled and decided life is worth living wen u ve romance with ur own self with the dream and shy away with a cry or two.!!!! thats why i feel nature gifted us the purity of dream and places like heaven at your door steps!!!! to all those who maintain the way of walking per say of the mind, i advice them dont be so mindless!!!!

my three wishes and the ladies

I started , I bowed down, I was in heights , then in lows, sat , stood, laughed ,cried.. called myself a loser.... waiting for my three wishes and the ladies!!!!

Life is precious and is full of unknown stones thrown at you. In the heights of twists and turns and with the lows of laws of living ,one finds nowhere he reaches, but the world moves on. The saying goes "When you wanna go, you don't go, When you do go You are gone...". One gets himself enjoyed at a standstill positions if he or she doesn't take the rite opportunity at the rite time.
As said by greats, my life is in dangerous genre . Decisions now shall impact your lifetime and future generations too. The trauma as and when a youngster gets tripped in between his family pressures official interest, and the most drowsing one LOVE is huge and the fellow who overcomes it shall become a gentleman.Its something hundreds of stones showered at you and you need to choose the best you can.That too as many as you can!!!.
"My three wishes and the ladies " was and will be my deepest emotions i wanted to say the ladies but i never could. May be i won't. Yes Nafees, life revolves around the word called "Love" and shall be the sun who knows. Every dumb fellow lives around this some way or the other. Some may pretend as if they hate the word "Love" eventually end up loving it most. There are times when people can't control their emotions and feel Lost. For last couple of years and a year more than that i felt miserable most often than not. But wen i was not i felt in heaven. Heaven (continuation to Nafees Bhai sun moon love logic) is an integral part of love and Sun where one meets heaven at the time of being with Love & Sun. One can't be at Sun but with his Love he can. I was there in heaven every moment I could possibly be and enjoyed every nuances of it.
In the innocent world which can only hit back what one could possibly give i found as many as my wishes eventually losing each and everything but not the memories. But not the feeling i have in my deepest of my heart. Not in my roots i ll forget what I'm and what i was. People Go haywards reaching heights with strength of money & status by never knowing the person they seems to show off is always in greater heights in all - money status and most of all Love!!!! the Sadness of being lost made me to attain what i m now. Temme people what you want??? To attain a greater height or to be with Her in that greater height???? That is the difference. Those who lose their life both literally and metaphorically are cowards and those who attain to show that they are not timid creatures are not human !!! Bit more than that. I have shown them both the extent to which i do love them and that what i have achieved in my life. Tears, an integral part of Live of love showed me the exact path to attain the heights of life. I enjoy each and every Second of my life that makes me cry... You know what.. i follow a tag line owned by me... "at least make me cry if you cant make me laugh" Hey atheist God ( I m an atheist ) please show me some change!!!!
That 's what i wanted to say always!!! Life has to go, what ever it happens... Take life as it comes!!!!
P.S:"Don't read the last page of the novel that makes you to come to real Life !!!" Be in Fiction always!!!