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Happiness

You are lonely. No one is there to take care about you. No one is there to talk to you. You don’t have anyone with whom you can say what you feel deep inside. The more you suppress your feelings the more you feel bound.” Somewhere I read the panic is the panic of panic.” You are just sitting alone in the dark room full of darkness. You are unable to see even your own shadow. This room is filled with the smoke. You are feeling suffocated. You are unable to take breath easily. You are forced to sit in this room from the last so many days. Even you have forgotten that how your real face has been changed. You don’t know how you look with your grown up beard; you haven’t combed your hair from the last so many days. You haven’t cut your nails. You have been changed in a monster who loves sucking the blood of humans. But a deep inside you have tried a lot to keep your innersole alive.  You are bound with numerous shackles. You are bound with shackles of dishonesty; you are bound with the shackles of falsehood. You try beautifying your face by cleaning it with help of the water of ewer which is the converted form of the falsification. No matter you wished only expedient to be happen. You neglected your magnificent present in the remembrances of splendid future. Someone cried and cried but you didn’t wish to give him back happiness as a remedy.  And you complain people blame you. And you are unhappy.

 whyyyyyyyyyyy?                                       

Uhhhhhhh too much philosophical isn’t.                    

 a number of days. I was not getting peace. My happiness depends upon my mood. The reason is I am a very moody person having an eccentric mind. I tried and tried staying happy but I was failed to remain.

Now let’s talk as a layman. What is happiness? This was the question which was sticking my mind from so many days.the reason behind it is that we dont wish to accept  ourselves as really we are. Believe me it’s a very tough task to accept ourselves as actually we are. And the other reason of being unhappy I think is we don’t try accepting others as they truly are.

What is happiness? When we feel light hearted?                                       

Today I was reading an invitation card of my friend’s marriage. How amazing the girl who played with me, we used to quarrel, I remember those gossips which we did and we studied with each other. And now she is going to marry someone. You may raise the question she is going to marry, nothing wrong then why I am talking like this. For me it’s looking as she is going to ruin her life. For her the meaning of happiness may be her innocent dreams which she would we watching for her blessed future. The girl who was just a child has grown up like a full moon and going to spread the happiness in someone’s life.

***For a beloved happiness means if her lover says truly I love you. When he shows her how much she meant in his life. How sweet it will look when he says I love you rubbing their noses and kissing her twinkling eyes while sitting inside a quilt.

*** For a girl like me happiness means to have a well established life and career. Achieving those goals which she has set to accomplish in her life is the most important task. Happiness is all about fulfilling the dreams of her parents. Or writing her heart truly also makes her so happy.

**** For a small child happiness means his toys. Playing games outside with some other children, for him happiness lies in eating ice-cream. Crying for having a particular thing, and when the cherub child gets what he wants he finds himself on the seventh heaven. Having marbles more than his friends makes him feel proud.

**** For parents happiness is all about fulfilling the desires of their children. When we saw a flower it looks as the flower nodding at us, and brings a charming smile on our faces. The Same parents feel happy when they see their own flowers nodding at them and fulfill their heart with amusement.

***** ““But the real happiness is all above this all. Happiness is all about living your present fully without having worries of your future or past, without wasting even a moment. When we eat our favorite dish we enjoy eating each and every bite, even a drunkard also enjoy drinking each drop of alcohol. Then why don’t we enjoy the most precious life given by god. Why we forget to live our present in the tension of future? And we forget to cherish those moments which we shall never ever have again in our life.””******

·         Hathon ki lakeero ko yu hi na kosna,

·         Ye jingdagi mili hai jagmagane ko jaise moti,

·         Aata nahi sabko hasna or hasana,

·         Chalte chalenge unko b hasate jinki aatma hai roti.

“Decorate your life as a Christmas tree. Put the flowers in this tree so high which no one can have the courage to pluck. So firm in our own believes even a number of rocks of obstacle will not dare to bring away your cherishing smile” 

Keep smilingJJ

What does happiness means to you?

often

Often I ask this question stunning,

Why I am not worthy for those who are cunning,

May be I don’t know how to make them pleasing,

The cause I lack in having intimate associating,

To make friends, is this necessary to do buttering?

Often I ask this question stunning……..

Sometimes I miss having a best friend in my life,

With whom I could make all my moments revive,

No matter a girl or a boy, could sing the narration song quite,

Shall I have a companion who comes silently and smile?

Often I ask this question stunning……

I dream formerly my best friend coming towards me,

Says open your eyes, come out 
from your dreams and look at me,

Utters, so far from here cuckoo is composing a sweet poem just for you,

Having the grasp of my hand shows the showering drops of rain look alike sweet due,

Often I ask this question stunning……….

 

Does this really happen in this practical world ?

Or the milk of my fancies will convert into curd,

Am I just a worthless character of this world story?

No I have different visions; I am not just for making others happy,

Often I ask this question stunning………………….

are we true indian

It was my exam of Uptu. To attend this exam, I was going to Kanpur by a train. It takes around two and half an hour to reach Kanpur from Orai. We (me and my father) sat in a general compartment. Near me two very stylish girls were sitting with their boyfriends. With all their’s heart they were talking about their previous lovers. Gossip always takes the most interesting time pass to my heart. Acted as I turned a deaf ear, I took full attention on their trifling talk. Each of them was trying to prove as he has clean hands. I was laughing in my sleeves as for those guys; their gossip was no laughing matter.  

 Sound of the whistle

Brought my mind that Govinpuri is about to come. Mostly every train stops before a miles away from Govindpuri station. As the train stopped, a crowd of small children entered in a train selling tobacco, cigarette e.t.c.  One gentleman, “give me a packet of cigarette”. Child with a smiling face raises his hand to give the packet. Gentleman starts shouting on child, “ hey hey keep yourself away from me you will make my clothes dirty, just give the packet and go away  in front of my eyes.My eyes were watching number of children shouting, who had a great passion to sell their little injurious things. After few minutes the train whistled, all the slum dogs set off in the search of another train. Train started crawling; my curious eyes were watching those children. Some of them entered into their slum houses, those slum houses were situated near the bridges of garbage.

 Near those small slum huts, we could see so many hollow places with full of dirty water which was coming from factories. The Rail was their play ground. Most of those children were habitual of eating tobacco, smoking cigarette. If you want to see the poorest people and the dirtiest places of India then travel in a train and sit in general compartment. India is the fastest developing country among all developing nations has some upcoming generation who would not be able to survive as a literary man. I hold my breath to know about their future. My destination had come now I had to go for my exam.

silent cry

The winter wind at its snail’s pace was pinching the whole body like a bow. Even this tumult soul with its torment sound said, “That day even nature was also taking revenge and was showing its horrible scene.

We say those who don’t get anyone against a rainy day, this earth provides them shelter. The same those dried leaves falling on the earth were telling the story of their getting into hot waters. These sarcastic trees without leaves were uttering the tale of having a long face.

At the time of autumn those trees were all in all. In the teeth of seasons of their life they faced heavily showered rain. Today sitting on this roof I was really missing something. At the same time I heard voice of whisperings by some women outside my house. Mrs. Khanna was saying “she was really in a very miserable condition. She is coming towards our street; we shall clear our doubts directly to her.” This conversation between two ladies made me very keen to know about the matter. So I went down and became the part of those two ladies. She was coming with a pale face which was looking like a dried sunflower. She was in hurry to reach us; even she didn’t notice that piece of paper which was also coming with her feet. At last she caught us. Mrs tripathi asked, “hey where were you for last three months? Why you didn’t come to meet us?”  Mrs khanna, “we were waiting for you.”  She replied while clapping, “ae tum mera bot sunega na batao na ae batao na bota na bata na. pata pata vo meri bachha ko le gayi. Yesterday god gave me my baby.He is so bad don’t talk to him. My baby sweet baby. He took him away from me. You know when my baby will grow up, he will come to bring me at home. He will ask me to have an orange, apple and he will give me so many other things. I love orange, but I love home most (this time her voice made a weak sound).” She kept on saying in her Bengali tone. Suddenly she turned her feet’s towards the road side and slowly started moving away from us. Her mouth was still uttering, “My baby will come to me. He will call me maa, no no no; he will call me mom. One  day my munna will come and will bring me at home. There we shall live happily. Ha ha ha happy and gay, happy and gay ,happy and gay……” We three were continuously gazing at her, after few minutes later she vanished from our eyes.

Who was she?

She was mentally disturbed. Yah She was a mad lady. At the prime time of her life she was a charming leady who was an intelligent teacher. People say her husband is a famous physician and now have married to another woman.  It was her bad luck even her husband who promised her to be with her in fair weather and foul left her alone in this selfish world. She was alone, moving here and there in this small colony. Life taught her the way to live happily with a big smile among unhappy people. But today everything was not okay. Her eyes filled with tears were asking numerous questions. No one was there to saw her pathetic condition. No one was there listening to her silent cry.