न चोरहार्यं न च राजहार्यंन भ्रातृभाज्यं न च भारकारी । व्यये कृते वर्धते एव नित्यं विद्याधनं सर्वधन प्रधानम् ॥
Friday, July 16, 2010
It has been long time since i write sth. As i was quite busy and had no time to write. But let me tell m you one thing, now a days i am having fight with my nap and she (nap) is spending very lesser time with me. So i decided to give some short of work to my thoughts and pen(because without its help thoughts are dormant). I want to share my latest experience in a train. AS i was going to delhi from kanpur.As usual i did not have any reservation because i love to travel in general coach.Here you have ample opportunity to observe different human creation of GOD.I had already left three trains and could not accumulate enough courage to enter in train. Finaly i decided to broad in a train. Train was overflooded with people. Here you could see human spiders. Human spiders were actually those people who hanged themself in the train with help of their scarf and could able to make a swing of rags.Train had some another spiders who had placed themself comfortably under the seats. Every general coach has only two community,Bihari(people hails bihar state)and non Bihari(people from any part of india).You can easily differentiate between a BIHARI and NON BIHARI. Most of the Bihari were half bared and looked like a species of another planet. The story of their hardwork and struggle was written on their body with help of a sharp pen(poverty). They (Bihari) migrate to different part of india in order to cease the fire of their pit(meet the hunger).Most of them were lean, blackish,had deep hollow on their cheek,teeth had yellow complexion due to their habit of chewing PAN MASALA.Their faces were emotionless and were looking in horizon.NOW I could menage myself in aisle of the train compartment. Whole compartment was filled with human flesh and seemed madeup of human flesh not metal. There i happened to see a girl in her childhood, having nth on on her pale stick thin body.AS i was watching her with pity and were ponderig,is this the future of india?
Suddenly i heard some shrill sound behind me......................................
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
How can i forget you???
“Saheb, kuch channa kharidenge kya?” These words jolted Ramesh back to reality. He was day-dreaming once again, something he hasn’t been able to control for the past few days. The past week had been harsh for him, too harsh. It was clearly the toughest week of his life yet. And he was still not used to the fact that she was no more, no more beside him, no more in this world.
Their first meeting was blessed by the Gods themselves, on a fateful day when the first showers showed gave some respite from the heat to the Mumbaikars. The first time he laid his eyes on her, he wished he could see her just like that, forever. She looked liked a goddess in every sense. It was at the party of their common friend Karan that they happened to sit at the very same table. A brief chat was all it took for them to get acquainted and after that, it was just like a fairytale! She worked in the same building as he did and so regular chats and evening meetings led to good friendship and eventually love. It was like a dream come true for him. He considered himself lucky – the Gods were indeed merciful!
But then, the Gods were crazy too. All it took was one second, one split second, to end his dreams and hopes. Why did he agree to let her go to by bus on that day instead of dropping her home? Why did that bus driver have to lose control at that pothole? Why did he have to turn left instead of right? Why? Why? He still remembered her face as she lay in his arms, lifeless. She looked as beautiful in her death as she did on that fateful day when they met. Why did it have to happen to him? Why were the Gods so cruel to him? He wondered...
“Saheb, aap lenge kya channa?” asked the peanut-seller at the beach once more. Ramesh doled out the required 5 rupees and bought a packet from him. He then took out his phone and played the song that was one of her favorites, a song that reminded him wherever she was; she was also missing him as much as he missed her.
Every step I take, every move I make
Every single day, every time I pray
I'll be missing you
Thinking of the days, when you went away
What a life to take, what a bond to break
I'll be missing you
“Saheb, kuch channa kharidenge kya?” These words jolted Ramesh back to reality. He was day-dreaming once again, something he hasn’t been able to control for the past few days. The past week had been harsh for him, too harsh. It was clearly the toughest week of his life yet. And he was still not used to the fact that she was no more, no more beside him, no more in this world.
Their first meeting was blessed by the Gods themselves, on a fateful day when the first showers showed gave some respite from the heat to the Mumbaikars. The first time he laid his eyes on her, he wished he could see her just like that, forever. She looked liked a goddess in every sense. It was at the party of their common friend Karan that they happened to sit at the very same table. A brief chat was all it took for them to get acquainted and after that, it was just like a fairytale! She worked in the same building as he did and so regular chats and evening meetings led to good friendship and eventually love. It was like a dream come true for him. He considered himself lucky – the Gods were indeed merciful!
But then, the Gods were crazy too. All it took was one second, one split second, to end his dreams and hopes. Why did he agree to let her go to by bus on that day instead of dropping her home? Why did that bus driver have to lose control at that pothole? Why did he have to turn left instead of right? Why? Why? He still remembered her face as she lay in his arms, lifeless. She looked as beautiful in her death as she did on that fateful day when they met. Why did it have to happen to him? Why were the Gods so cruel to him? He wondered...
“Saheb, aap lenge kya channa?” asked the peanut-seller at the beach once more. Ramesh doled out the required 5 rupees and bought a packet from him. He then took out his phone and played the song that was one of her favorites, a song that reminded him wherever she was; she was also missing him as much as he missed her.
Every step I take, every move I make
Every single day, every time I pray
I'll be missing you
Thinking of the days, when you went away
What a life to take, what a bond to break
I'll be missing you
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