Motor Cycle Diaries 4

Yesterday night I wanted to meet Mr. Manmohan Singh because I could not sleep by the noise of street dogs and my night watch keeper's THAK THAK....! This is only a temporary state of my mind reflecting no logic, no rationalism. Pass way was so beautiful followed by little rain and circumference with heavy clouds but it's always annoying if I can not sleep past night. Who should I refer to if street dogs are barking for no reasons. You have to come out in the balcony and give him a heads off so that they stop their bust show.

High on highway, I was undergoing this sad situation of no sleep. A man who has never voted has started questioning the whole political system! Why is prime minister so distance to complain? Why is it not as easy as to complain like raising hand in a school class or yelling to mom if your brother or sister is harassing you? But no. We civilized people have made a chain of authorities to reach to Prime Minister. A chain from which you get angry of questioning and reporting. Poor I am that I don't know legal system to such an extent. May be a Prime Minister is busy like hell. May be he is not interested in individual's grievances. May be he wont be sleeping at all so he can understand a pain of no sleep. That's how it goes and that's how it will be!

We need someone in our life to flush out our frustrations, annoyance without reasons. It can be your mom, dad, brother, sister, friend or a colleague. That's so vital to keep you running. People who say they control their anger and annoyance are lier or they have better zones where they flush it out. Frustrations are like sea birds always come in crowd. If one nets on you, rest will follow. They are scrape of your ever working mind. It hurts more when you don't sleep enough.

When I was thinking about no sleep, a huge truck overtook me. A rain had just showered and the truck flushed out all wet dirty garbage on me. Look, isn't it what I am saying to you is correct?

Machines need a frustration flush out too...!

I am looking for that very me.

It's not just 1, 2 or 3...

there are people and people I see.

Shivering, wondering and among those all

I am looking for that very me.

A time I stay tune with him,

a time I find distance,

he lives somewhere inside,

if not than through out besides.

He's an atheist,

says god never exist...!

He smiles seeing people smiling,

he cries seeing people crying,

that's him - a very human being,

and thats what he goes on singing.

He trusts in what he is

not all about literature is!

He remains on this earth,

and discovers his own worth.

It's not just 1, 2 or 3...

there are people and people I see.

Shivering, wondering and among those all

I am looking for that very me.

Mind is seasonal

A magic!

Yes a magic!

You come like a magic,

Go away and blow my heart!

Look, how mysterious?

Heart is more authentic then my mind!

Mind is seasonal.

never stays with me

but my heart is no less than a baby

holds your finger only to walk with.


The world is large


I afraid you leave me.


The sunrise is about to happen,


stop, turn and let me propose.


Will you be mine, oh, beautiful rose?

God EKDAM Face-to-Face

My nana would be very happy to read this post. He follows without a miss! He only told me one day I will understand these god-love-success and all that.

See, day is came when I have EKDAM face-to-face understanding of god! With the greatest surprise to me and I am saying face-to-face means, he contains no body, no white or yellow color clothes, no big divine circle behind, but certainly full of extreme energy, positive flows flowing. There will be contentment running in your blood. You smile even in miseries and you feel like god. You do realize that power when things are working in your way and unfortunately not when things are against. We human need to have an awareness that god is human finally. Look, things are taken care of. That too since you were in the womb till you would be in the grave yard. Isn't it the same energy? Can you sense it?

Since I am in a profession where I have started it without any background, in a little unknown city with the highly competitive field I feel this power always surrounding me. That's my gratitude! I have been tasted, penalized, forced to take steps back too but if I see myself, both inner and outer side, I can see only growth. I had problems of even standing straight against people and see today I am writing freely. I still remember whatever I had written in my hand-written diaries that I will achieve one day, if I open again, I can mark it "DONE". Why? Did I work too hard? Certainly but I never had that confidence before of that unknown power working for me.

I have that strong feeling that let's not be over protective for god and start blaming everything on humans. Let's not misunderstand that whatever he does is correct else there won't be imbalance here. Remember? There's a good fact I share with you. Water will become land and land will be converted into water so even when there was no global warming phenomenal changes in geography was observed. Cycle of change continues. If it's raining too much, don't cry. If there's an earth quake or train falls down from the track, sense the signal. Signal of nature. Forgive god. Show gratitude for the things came in your way. Feel your god that living next door, a simple human being. Let god, that so called next door human being, take your test. Don't pray just go and ask for the sugar, he will give you. Things would be taken care of. You wonder from whom? With the power of united human being, his good acts and commitment to nature.

And I am sure things will be taken care as well.

Why don't you be my serenade?

Why are you so far away?

Why don't you come and stay?

Rain has come and asking me,

where's your diva - your destiny?

What shall I say to rain devine?

Shall I pick you up by sunshine?

God is playing again you see?

just like anyother human bee!

Else! He might have listen my plea,

seeing rain with you and some tea.

If there's any telepathy,

listen my heartbeats - not phony.

Why don't you be my serenade?

one that incarnates me!

Office Diaries 2 - That name starts with "M"!

11.47 am. For a change, I was in office. I was almost on the edge of finalising an opinion for my client and mystery had one more time to knock my doors.

Two sardars entered my office. One was of mid-30 and other was late 70's. Young sardar asked me to give some time to them and you know I am always kind in welcoming mysteries.

"Sir, this is our card. We come from Haridwar. Have you ever been to?" Young sardar spoke like a travelling agent.

"No. I am not that old yet." I pulled his leg. By the time the old sardar came almost inside my cabin and wondering as if he hates commercialisation.

"You should have been once. We have our ASHRAM running over there." Old man now took the charge.

"Seat please. Than talk." Young sardar was offering a place as if it was his office.

"Ya. ya please have a seat." I immediately watched time. Opps. Already twelve. I am supposed to give this opinion before lunch.

"Don't worry. Don't have any doubt on your decisions. You are going to complete it from your side and next month you will complete 3 projects successfully." Old man was more confident in his voice while he was shivering in the chair.

How did he know that I signed 3 biggest projects of my life? A question popped up in my mind.

He was trying to seat more comfortably. "Give me a blank paper." He asked.

I followed him like an obidient student. Finally, I wanted to get this spiritual show over as soon as possible. "Who is that god you follow?" A spiritual question to the most professional.

"I don't actually." Saying this I turned my face to Young sardar. He was startled as if I made some mistake. Old sardar was ready to write something on the paper. "I mean I don't believe in MURTI PUJA." I now gave him the most professional answer. I didn't want to mess up. That too with two sardars.

"Which flower would you choose to worship God if you would be a believer in him?" Old returned the paper back after folding it. "Rose?" I was not sure if I was answering or questioning.

"Choose a number between 4 to 6." - Old man.

"5" - I said. In fact there is no other number in between 4 to 6 but why to argue with two sardars.

"Hmm...!" He took a wise pause.

"You can open the paper now." Old man ordered. "See the name of the flower behind."

Strange. It was rose (GULAB written in hindi along with).

"He is handling the ASHRAM for infants having no parents to look after." Young sardar was again trying to market.

"Now I will tell you the name of your friend who is a cheat!" Old man was going to show second magic. Meanwhile, young sardar was nodding his head as a great follower.

"Write your full name on this paper." He threw his first card. "Write under that BORI DAL KI SAMARPIT." I wrote but could not understand. I raised my eyebrows to little less mystic young sardar.

"Donate something and put it between the paper and fold it." Young sardar explained me. I finally knew the purpose of this magic show. Unfortunately, I had no note of Rs. 10 though I wanted to know that name. I wanted to see the unhappening. The magic!

I put a 50 Rs. note and folded it. Old man took the paper and pressed it to his heart. "I think you don't know the price of DAL (rise)."

"It's almost 4,000/- Rs. per BORI (bag)." Young one was certainly a salesman.

"I cann't give more than this. Take this and relieve the secret." I tried to convince the magicians. It took almost next 5 minutes to disappoint them further in donation.

Old man had already started walking off. "I think you were going to tell me name of my friend cheating me." I didn't shy to ask him. I paid it for that finally.

"That name starts with "M"! - Old man left my office saying so. Young man followed him after having a shake hand with me leaving the magic show open. "AGLE SAL MILTE HAIN!"

I could only hear that old man's last words - "That name starts with "M"!"

In fact, I have no friends whose name starts with M. Uff! Relieved!

Better back to work dear.

Office Diaries 1

Two markets. Two big markets exists parallel with Indian economy - one is black and second is free.

He can be your best friend, your relative, your neighbor, your friend's best friend and many others! They come to you, talk sweetly, gently, praise your work, your guts to start enterpreneurship and then? What about payback time? They know it can be a struggle time for any new professional. Years will make him/her to achieve financial freedom but they are shameless. Shameless in asking to a professional about his fees. Instead of that, they feel they gave a chance to have an experience of profession. Ridiculous!

Lesson I learnt from them is I have started asking even to people who has worked with me for seconds. Remember, if you work even a single second for anyone ask for your reward. I don't want you to be a complete VANIYA and I have already given a long post on why BRAMHINS are not good businessmen? Point is make sure that the other person is aware of the fact that you worked free because you wanted to and not because you are free - taken for granted.

RAM NAM SATYA HAI...!

We go on defining or understanding life and in no wonder death comes. I was reading "The Revolution" - commentaries by OSHO on the songs of great Indian poet Kabir. OSHO was discussing about death and gave reference of John Donne's say: "Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never sends to know for whom the bell tolls - it tolls for thee."

How true? There's something common in we totally different character human beings i.e. - birth and death. We talk on living life joyfully each moment. What about death? I could not understand few human behaviors or customs when I was child and one of them was when people used to stop doing all their work when someone's dead body is taken to the grave. I am a victim of the silence and sadness capturing the faces of people facing death. Isn't death an equally powerful force like life? Don't forget, only male are allowed to watch the final formalities of death. Male who is considered as the most powerful gender that can digest even watching death on front. I doubt. No gender on this earth is less afraid of death.

Coincidently, we have been taught in the school to stop our all activities, stand straight and head set with pride when national anthem is on play. I can see the environment is same - when someone is dead and national anthem is on! Only thing different is feelings, state of mind! Why not but? Why can not we do the same when a human being is dead? Why do our state of mind is afraid? Stunned? Stopping life for a while when the dead body is carried to the last destination perhaps the biggest respect we human being can give to the dead. There's something within us has died as well with the death of anyone else. After all, life, no matter how indefinable it is, no less than a battlefield.