In the search of happiness

Listen to the voice of my heart,

I was here close at you,

Look at me I just wished,

Your smiles having chimes,

Mr. Aditya -Your wife is quite well now. But we can’t give you surety becoz her lever tube has been totally blocked and chances are very few. So we are refereeing her to AIMS. Life was never easy for Aditya. Since childhood to his adult age perhaps he might have seen some good moments in his life. But still having fake smile on his face he was just toting his life. He was the eldest in his family but because of having side effect in one of his eye girls used to deny to marry him. He was not ugly but was not having money. Otherwise he was 100 times more handsome than Rajnikant. And he was not enough qualified to get job.

His wife Jaanki was psychologically ill too. Looking at her he couldn’t resist thinking more about life. Why we are given life? Only for tolerating sufferings? Do smiles exist in my life or they have been stolen by someone?

“We shall not leave Aditya if something wrong happens to my daughter.” was the voice of Jaanki’s

Father. Jaanki’s father was a well reputed police officer. Who warned Aditya. Aditya was feeling very helpless today. Aditya was working as a fitter in a private firm. His monthly income was only 9 thousands rupees. His wife was even not able to cook food for him. He works 12 hours in a day. Comes home cook food for him and his wife. But now a days he has stopped working because there was no one else who could take care of his wife.

Now the question arrives if Jaanki’s father is a police officer then why did he give his daughter to a person who had no money, who was not capable to give his daughter proper food and clothes. Actually Jaanki is not mentally okay. She is having a daughter from her former husband. But Aditya accepted her daughter too.He gave his love to her daughter as she was of his own. But all his qualities don’t matter to Jaanki’s parents. At each moment Aditya fights against his life given by God.

Actually he was duped by Jaanki’s family. At the time of marriage he was not told that his would be wife doesn’t have a normal mind, she even doesn’t know that how to cook and how to live? All he came to know after his marriage. He was too good to leave her wife. But what’s next? It’s looks too tough that his wife will again ask for one glass water from Aditya. He is also a human being can’t tolerate mental and physical pressure created by society and his destiny.

“Papa papa I want one chocolate please give me 5 rupees.”it was Shikha who was asking or a chocolate. “No beta look outside the window it’s raining.” said Aditya. “But I want chocolate.” said Shikha insistently. Aditya surrendered. Outside the hospital it was a canteen from where he buys a chocolate for a 5 years old little girl. While coming on road one old man was moving ahead of Aditya who has lost all his hopes was well known by his murmurings. He shouted at his peak volume I don’t want to live in this world anymore .

At the next moment it was a dead body of the same old man who was just shouting before some instants ago. Now a long silence was trying to talk Aditya . And Aditya was unable to utter even with his own soul. We marry so that we can share our sad and happy moments with our partner. But Aditya never got this golden opportunity .

Why I am living without any reason in this world. Now I have also no desire to live anymore…

Yes this night when Jaanki would be sleeping I shall commit suicide. I don’t see any ray of hope in my life. Yes Jaanki is also going to die. Then what is the motive of my life?

“I wont let you die alone Jaanki.”wishpered Aditya looking at her innocent face. Jaanki was staring Aditya as she heard nothing..

To be continued…………

Here the story which you have read is a true story. This person is really has lost all his hopes. The day Jaanki dies her parents will file a case against Aditya. Already he has lost all his money, peace and partner. He is standing on fork. I would like to have some suggestions for Aditya so that we can help him…

Bhartiya rail ki general bogi aapne bhogi k nahi bhogi???

It’s has been a long time since I wrote any blog. First of all would like to know that hows all my blogger frnds? Hope you all will be fit and fine. I just tried to pen down some moments of my journey. Hope I will be able to catch your attention.

“Delhi ki garmi mashaallah us par kare hum train ki sawari jan nikli jaaye hamari allah.”

Are kah diya na is train me koi reservation nai hota teri samajh me ek baar me nai aata kya behja hai ki bhusha bhara hai? It was a conversation between two people who were fighting like two dogs and were entertaining the audience. We left the conversation behind and moved further. Thank god no one was there sitting on our seat. Now we were relaxed that we have not to fight or to say to anyone that please be seated somewhere else it’s our seat.

General compartments were filled by people just like we try to push our clothes in our bags, n fully utilize bag’s space. The same condition our trains are having. It was Chandigarh super fast, where was no space so that we could get down easily.

Mostly what happens, general compartment of trains are filled totally by Bihar’s or nearest state’s travelers. They earn their livelihood by working in other states. Most of them are not educated enough to write even their names. And the long root trains don’t keep enough general compartments. The people who travel in general compartment when don’t get seat there they sit or ride into sleeper compartments. Those who spend money to reserve their seats sometimes face many hurdles. Telling whose mistake is this is difficult. But it can arise various problems related riots. Where there is a crowd of uneducated people, chances of riots are more.

The person who is going travel up to next 14 or 15 hours when don’t get seat ,will try to get seat by hook or by crook. Can you imagine 30 or 35 people standing within the area of 4 or 5 square feet of a compartment? That’s ridiculous for railway department. More than half of the income of railway is earned by these general coaches.

Why the number of general compartments is very few?

What is the need of empty AC compartments where the number of travelers is negligible sometimes?

Why the number of trains has not been increased as rapidly as the number of travelers increased?

Mamta banerjee announced that the railways is going to invest several crores just to boost up the capacity of manufacturing the engines and wagons. But we need more railway tracks including some more trains as per requirement. Not only bangal needs trains. Mamta banerjee should keep in mind that railway is working for the whole country.

Announcements were too good but when the work on those projects will be as good?

One more thing which should be considered is dirtiness on railway platforms. When we don’t like to keep our houses dirty then why don’t we try to keep our railway platforms neat and clean?

Another thing which is just like there’s a Hindi proverb “chullu bhar pani me dub maro”. That’s a sanitation problem on railway track’s sides. P.Chidambaram and Pranab Mukharjee are very happy that our GDP rate is 8.4 and soon will achieve 12. Do u think there is any benefit of this increased GDP rate, now also we have the same problem then also there will be having this sanitation problem on track’s sides.

Why the word friends does occupy?

"A real friend is hard to find,

Difficult to leave,

And impossible to forget."

I read it somewhere. These Lines seem so good. But do we get a real friend in our life? I read many blogs written on the topic “friends”. Some worship their friends or some are hurt by them. The purity, the charm of having friends seems vanishing now days. I don’t know I always feel unable to make everyone pleased. And logically it’s not possible too. But why we are not happy with our lives and have numerous questions about life, about friends, their behavior and so on?

Do you think we need friends in our life? If you will ask me then maybe I will answer no. We need friends for our own amusement. Or simply can say that we are all social animal can’t stay alone without friends in this world. Having more and more friends is a kind of propensity of humans.  Before some days ago one of my friends said “hey you are so rude and selfish”, I accepted. May be I m rude for her. But that’s me who knows inside that I m not. If you are having some good friends then they can make your life. But if you are having a pronging group and not aware about them then be ready to face the consequences.

 Let’s talk about this virtual world. Now days we social animals have gotten a new toy for having fun and chuckling known as internet. Various sites are working as lover points. Boys need not to stand on roadside for getting a girl. They can easily flirt using any of these sites.  After mushrooming uncountable professional colleges, the internet users in India are increasing by leaps and bounds.

Now using Facebook is the most  favorite time pass of my mumma. The day she learnt using facebook ,she has become a facebook addict. She daily does chatting on facebook. It’s a better and secure place to do gossiping and the most important she has to upload her new pictures otherwise how her neighbors will know about her new saari and jewelry.

 And what about we youth?  

We love to make fool others. And what would be the better place than internet. We are the outmost in using net. Instead of meeting our friends or playing outdoor games we love playing online, we waste our valuable time in chatting. As a result cyber crime looks like a second form of terrorism.

Now I again come where I started. Do we need friends?? Having friends is all about wasting your time. The friends who claim to be your best friend would be standing so far when you will really need them. And you are the only one who needs to face your situations not your friends or your family. But yeah they may come to console you for some time not always and virtual world is just like a sweet poison which is bringing us far away from reality, our goals, dreams, and so far away from our own genuine existence in this world. 

When i look back

 This Semar tree was standing at that time also,

When I was just five years old,

And my grandma used to ask that,

How those small red flowers are looking?

Last year I could see them clearly,

Now seems my eyes has become older,

And tell me more about its leaves,

These old eyes are unable see its eternal beauty,

 Every morning I used to copy cuckoo’s chirpings,

The more I used to create the sound of CUOOOOOOO,

The more cuckoo was teased,

And I did keep on making this sound,

Until cuckoo used to fed up with my mischievousness,

After that my silent face without having any regrets,

Was always a bitter surprise for my grandma?

Now you are happy anu?? Cuckoo has stopped chirping.

And like always I had a very innocent answer for this,

Oh grandma she has become tired now and has gone to take her breakfast,

Will come back soon and then we shall start again,

You tell me are you capable enough to see those magnificent flowers,

Or today your eyes have become older than yesterday?

And my fervency eyes had nothing to worry about,

Still this Semar is standing at its own place where it was then,

 Today again red flowers are strewing their smile on Semar.

But numerous things has been changed now,

My grandma is not with me to ask about these flowers,

And those cuckoos  also don’t sing their melodious song.

Looks like they have also become reserved like we humans..

Having immeasurable thoughts in the foothills of my heart,

I really miss those moments and specially that cuckoo..

Noble Blood IS Bloody

The temperature was 47 degree centigrade   .huff!!!!!!  Hot season of north India always bring forth more irritation when power cuts. It was an unbearable hot which forced me to go upside on the roof. I gazed at the clock it was 12:30 am in the night. Of course the peak point of midnight. I took a mat and a pillow with me and lay down over mat. My eyes were staring at those stars; those stars were really looking so beautiful. One moon and a number of stars seemed me as stars were twinkling for the moon only and were looking listlessly at moon. I was trying to sleep but sleepiness was so far from my eyes. I was thinking and gazing at those stars which were smiling and had no tensions or worries.

 

Suddenly I heard a voice of crying. That sound was full of pain. It was the voice of a lady who was shouting because her husband was beating her harshly. I couldn’t hear that voice more than 10 minutes. After a few minutes everything looked normal. Number of thoughts were pepping out into my mind. In that hustle bustle of thoughts when I went into the lap of slumber I don’t remember.

It was a splendid morning when I woke up. Sun was shining, little birds were singing. But something happened wrong which I did not know. I peeped outside and I saw a huge crowd of people those were busy in whispering .

Gupta ji to varmaji, “are bhai sahib hume to pahlin hi malum tha yahi hona hai.

Are ladki sundar nahi thi.ladka mba hai kaise kisi seedhi sadhi sadharan se nain naksh wali ladki ko pasand karega. Ye bat to lalaji ko shadi karne se pahle sochna chaiye tha.”

Verma ji, “sahi kar rahe ho gupta ji.lekin isme us bechari ladki ka kya dosh vo to dukhiya apna ghar baar sab kuch chhod chhad k aayi thi.”

Mrs. khanna , “oh yes you right Verma ji. I have heard these people have already given 10 lackhs rupees to the police. Now no police will come to arrest these social criminals. This boy is safe. And you see soon he will get marry with another beautiful girl.”

 I realized the sound which I heard in the night was the sound of that girl who was killed by her own husband, just because her lifestyle was simple and she was so simple and could not maintain the mark of style which her husband wanted from her. Now her own husband who promised to save her will bear down all the matter of her murder case. This murder case will be written an incident such like “she was working in kitchen and got fired during cooking food by a stove or something like this.”

 

I was standing at the gate of my house, what could I do? I also became the part of that crowd and started gossiping.

 

 

 

 

 

 

"एक पंछी को उड़ते देखा था!"

एक पंछी को उड़ते देखा था,

उसके पंखों  की,

फडफडाहट की आवाज को और तेज होते देखा था!

आकाश की ओर

उसकी चोंच को उठते देखा था,

उन गोल गोल डबडबाती आखों को,

सूरज की ओर ताकते देखा था!

एक पंछी को उड़ते देखा था,

एक सूखे से पेड़ की डाल पे,

उसको कुछ समय के  लिए आराम करते देखा था!

उसकी भोजन जुटाने की,

जद्दोजहत को देखा था,

एक एक तिनका करके,

घर को बसाने  के  प्रण को देखा था!

एक पंछी को उड़ते देखा था!

छत पे फैले थोड़े से पानी से  ,

उस छोटी सी चोंच से गले को  तर होते देखा था!

वही उसकी आखों में तैरता,

मानव जाति का डर भी देखा था,

प्राणों के पखेरू उड़ने का भय,

मैंने उन आखों में स्वयं  देखा था!

एक पंछी को उड़ते देखा था!

आकाश की दसों  दिशाओं को,

एक एक करके अन्त तक  मापते  हुए देखा था!

  

अपने लिए एक सुरक्षित  ,

दिशा को तलासते देखा था,

हम मानव रूपी राक्षश से उसे ,

बहुत दूर जाते देखा था! 

एक पंछी को उड़ते देखा था!

रास्ते में अड़े बादलों को अपने,

पंखों के आगाज से चीरते हुए राह बनाते देखा था!

Poonam Pnadey VS Nudity

यत्र नारी पूज्यन्ते तत्र देवता रमन्ते !

"A place where  a woman is respected there is the residence of divinity."

Incredible India very well known for its rich culture. Since an ancient time we are giving examples about our liberal culture. We ,the well cultured Indian are living in 35 states( including seven union territories states) and  speaking more than 22 languages, but we are known for our tradition and civilization. Here only we worship girls as Goddess.Ramayna says,

बसन   हीन नहीं सोह सुरारी !सब भूसन भूषित बर नारी!!

 means" A lady without clothes doesn't get glory even if she is wearing very precious and beautiful ornaments.All those ornaments are useless without clothes."

Indain women are known for their simplicity and bashfulness.Shyness is their real ornament. In each and every phase of our life we find her with us in various forms whether in the form of our mother,sister daughter or wife. She is the one who gives us strength and assures to be there with us in the various storms of  life cycle.

  But the second side of the coin says something else. Poonam Pandey ,a 20 years old model announced that if Indian players become successful to bring  the cricket world cup then she will become naked in front of the whole cricket team. Girls like Poonam Pandey just for getting publicity expose themselves. For them nudity is kinda weapon to get success money and publicity. So many directors of reality shows are very keen to broadcast her in their shows. Her manager says she did everything for the encouragement of Indian team players. Does being nude either in stadium or in dressing room could encourage Indian team players ?Are the Indian team players full of female lust so they will play good just for watching a nude girl in front of their greedy eyes. Its not only about one Poonam, their are many Poonam in our country like Raakhi sawant and many other. The question is this upto when it is okay to expose themselves crossing all the limits of vulgarity and nudity.Is an Indian lady this much constrained now a days that she needs to use such type of double dealings. Has she lost her grace of being capable to stand in the era of self respect????????? what say?

aNd tHeN

The pictures and song are taken from google.
Google pics are very helpful.One thanx to Google.
hope you would like my effort ........


Emotions of love are just like small droplets,
These droplets always shine and refresh our hearts,
After having a look of such beautiful droplets these eyes start blinking,
No matter our beloved is with us or so far,
This heart keeps on loving and sings only one song,
Having so many desires,wishes,blessings profoundly,
 It keeps on looking at you............

Cheers

                            You know I see many,

                                    Who are sad,

                      Whom sensible reasons vary,            

                           Lingering in being blessed.

                      Some sing their sad serenade,

                         Or few love a serene mode,

                          Some are full of insane,

              And few are reconstituting their bygone.

            One common thing which everyone is having,

                     A sweet and the most sensible heart,

         This keeps on singing in various lives’s swaying,

         The song may be the most melodious or full of tart.

                      Passing from the various phases,

                         No matter if you get fail,

              Keep on dancing even in mournful rain,

     And one day you will be free from your entire wail.

     So do cheers for those moments which are ready to welcome,

Stop thinking about the moments that filled your eyes full of tears,

       Do cheers for the one who will love to stand behind you,

                         In each good and bad instant,

            Do cheers for the upcoming cherishing moments

                          Which are waiting next to you,

    Don’t think that the happiest moments will arrive to you,

       Do create your own moments and fill your life with the colors of joy

Calendar

12^th January the day we met,

30^th January you declared us as best friends,

8^th February we went apart,

Still this calendar is at its same place,

Unable to utter but says a lot,

All ups and down are noted here,

I don’t get the answer,

How two friends who respected each other,

Went apart without having any regrets,

Today March 18, 2011 tells something more,

The relation has become bitterer,

But this calendar is still at its own place,

We shall meet but will have just a formal hello,

Full of affectations in our hearts,

We shall greet just to show others,

But this calendar would become 

the witness of each and every moment.

We promise a lot but do very little,

May be I am wrong and you are right,

But why does separation seem only a single solution?

Why does everything look so good in the beginning?

As passing with time we come across the reality,

Let's see what happens tomorrow

 You call me a bitch or I address you a dog?

The  good or bad incidents which are going to be happen,

 Would be mention in the history of this calendar……..

while passing through the same road

While passing through the same road,

It was again the same destination to reach,

But today this road is looking broader,

May be before this I didn’t notice this precedence.

My mind and my heart can’t resist thinking,

These trees, this river and this footpath are still at their own place,

But something was not okay which was lamenting,

Looked as the atmosphere is awarded by malisons and was full of cries,

These refugee people seem as they are living on some another planet,

Fully unaware about the outside world they look satisfied in their small tents cum houses,

Oh God! Why today I am also not as carefree as these people are,

Why my thoughts are tantalizing my heart tardily…..

While passing through the same  road,

I am thinking about this city  where I born,

Today the same tree which I am seeing from my childhood is teasing me,

 Each and everything was asking to conquer the same peace and harmony.

While counting these white strips on the road,

I was memorizing all those friends to them when I talked I don’t remember,

This life also seems like this road which is also for moving forward continuously,

 Tomorrow again I will be passing through this road but my thoughts will be differ,

And my mind will be busy in thinking about something else ………………………….