"Happy Nothingness!"

Life is way long to pass, to judge whether right or wrong, good or bad.

25 years and I still believe wonders are yet to happen! However, the mysteries and routines, good times and bad times have their own cycle. In between, though there is nothingness. Nothing takes place between mysteries and routines. Nothing happens between good and bad. Ironically, the only fact survives is nothingness. That nothing is the phenomenon; very static and not going to change before, during or after the time you live. 

We all studied the black hole remember? Scientifically, black hole is a region of space time from which nothing, not even light, can escape. Nothingness has all resemblance to black hole. Whatever energies or spirits we produce or are blessed with is going to be null, void and zero. Optimistically, perhaps to start a new beginning, a new morning! Who knows?

Knowingly or unknowingly we human beings are ritualized to nothingness. Any entertainment, art, games or whatever that you feel is everything for you to make laugh; is somewhere a result of nothingness. Your dad takes break from the office to watch Cricket score, your mom listen soft Hindi songs after cooking, your brother gets recess in schools, and your grandparents read news papers being free from worships. It is because nothingness is an addiction. Let me tell you, I write because I go through nothingness so often; purposefully or naturally. It is the source, center and trigger to all events; whether good or bad, mysteries or routines. Finally, good or bad is nothing but a judgment. Isn't it?

Over a period of time, nothingness has dominated human minds. The resilience power of being with the supreme energies is reduced. We have developed time and again various mediums to come and hug the nothingness again, to be free from the routines, to know ourselves better (Reality shows, Marathons etc.), to know what happens in others life (Facebook, Orkut, Google+ etc.). Being a commercial person, I wonder if any entertainment industry would have worked if human beings were not addicted to nothingness!

Please don't change the way you stick to nothingness. I am neither against nor with this feeling. This year end  when I came back from the office, I thought what's next? I encounter writing and I had to answer myself why? The answers were many - just like that, I wish too, I am free, I want a break etc. All these feelings are symptoms of nothingness.

I am sure when mom tonight call me and ask me "What's going on?", I will reply - "Nothing."

This new year - "Happy Nothingness!"

To come across God

I dont believe in God - Ignorance is the root of God.

Things are taken care - Courage is the most unknown belief in God.

I am nothing - Being gentle is worship.

The world is so beautiful - Realizing happiness is realizing God.

I am free - I and God are not apart.

This is the way I come acrossed God/divinity.

If you smile, people around you smile.

The sun is right on the head. Roaring like wanted to tell me off, "boss, don't stare! You wake up early just one day, I am committed."

The morning has some unknown energies which brings life in to you.

To tell you that keep going. No matter you are being paid for your services, no matter you feel life is harsh on you or all injustice knock your door only.

As I always believe your enterprising is nothing but you. If you smile, people around you smile. If you burst out, they do too. It's your greatest reflection, a mirror which may transpass your image for some while but then it comes back so strong and there is someone inside will surely agree with that - "yes, I was the one which is responsible for everything."

Thrills and excitements are images I love to swap. My enterprising everyday brings a new image or glimpse on my table. Someone very similar to me, just me. That's the beauty of working on your own.  You have to have a big pocket in your pants to store all these images - no matter empty in terms of money. The valuables are the images you left with the people you work. You can forfeit or identify financial loss but not the loss caused by your image or impressions. To hard to come back in that case.

I determine people who have wrong impressions about my enterprising, I will personally meet them; not to proove right or wrong but to make sure I have not left any wrong image in to his mind or not left an impressoon of inhuman. 

Imitating is human evolvement!

Imitating is in human evolvement. However knowing or unknowingly we often imitate. Imitation is not critisized but it should never be replacement of your own thinking. May not be reasoning but at least an attempt to feel your own way. 

How many times do we imitate? From the tip of the hair to the toes. I am too consious about not to imitate. I have someone inside shouting, yelling if I imitate. He is inferior inside, may look rebellion outside. May be judged selfish or sttuborn.  

Though it is difficult to keep lamp of individuality enlighted all the time. There are lot of lucrative and magnetic imitations alive on the earth and most of them come with pool of negativity. To stay away or come out of it is a Hercules task. 

We come on the earth with a purpose, a dream, a job to complete. We don't know what purpose or task and that state is nothing but imitations. Having no Imitations is not being wise however certainly a state of mind which triggers you to live on your own line of life. A line of life drawn specifically for you, dedicatedly for you. 

Life is not that cheap to waste on imitations. Nor does it mean to override all. Each one of us here lets walk on the path where our conscious mind take us, may be risky, unknown though thrilling and full of discoveries. 

Keep your consious alive!

The more you grow the less you make friends!

Is it true? Is it what you go through as well?

I feel I am too busy in my own professional and social life. I meet people, talk to them, seat with them, have a cup of tea but are they really friends of mine? Do I really enjoy with them or is it what money gets deposited at the end of the work does make me happy?

I am active (or may be that's what I feel - could be completely wrong) in my friend's circle. I do text, Facebook, mail, call or meet them but how many more friends are made after I left studying? I don't remember a single. Why do I remember people only when I feel he or she could be of my work or just to forward someone's resume or to refer them a client? I have been in contacts with my readers (on professional platform). However, how many of them are my friends?

You have family, love, you make your family and you make less friends. You are now in the vicious circle of earning money and growing big. Where's the time to roam around for a movie, cricket or a trip without knowing the destination? 

I was observing my phone calls. I start with "Hi" or "Hello" and end with "Bye" without a long pause and keep repeating "Say, what else?" knowing that there is nothing to talk. This shows the conversations now are less friendly and more professional. There is a chain of work pending. One starts and the pending bulb gives alarm for another. 

In this situation, I try my level best to keep my generosity, respect to others and more importantly a smile. A pressure and stress can make you rude. I beware of it.

I wish I continue in good touch with my friends and with my readers too!

Loving someone is my dear an art!

There's a blank filled up in my heart,
There's a drift in my slow cart.
Maturity is all I need to learn,
Taking efforts is my turn.
There's no big fish or
You need to be more smart,
Loving someone is my dear an art!

A year that you move ahead,
Surprises for sure
but I know fun you had.
A star from the sky fall on the earth,
I wish this new year
Happiness, happiness and happiness
take birth!

મારા કરમ મને તારી ઓર લઇ જાય છે.

આભમાં ચમકારો એક પણ ના થયો,

ના વડ્વૃક્ષના છાયડામાં થયો.

WALKING WITH GOD

તારું જ્ઞાન લેવા માટે કેટલા ભટકે છે?

એટલું કાફી છે મારા માટે તો કે

મને બસ તારો એહસાસ થયો.

હું તો પંખી ભાગેલો છું.

મારા જ રૂહમાં ખોવાયેલો છું.

બધા કહે છે તને પૂજું,

તને નતમસ્તક કરું.

તને સમજુ.

છતાં..!

મારા ઇનકાર ના પણ ઘણા કારણો છે.

સમજણ તારી શા કામની?

એટલું કાફી છે મારા માટે તો કે

મને બસ તારો એહસાસ થયો.

મારા મનના પ્રશ્નોની સીમા નથી.

તું જ કે,

તારા અસ્તિત્વની છાપ કેમાં નથી?

સુખા પત્તાની શી વીશાત વાયરા શામે?

એને તો પવન લઇ જાય ત્યાં ઉડી જાય છે.

દિશાહીન ભલે લાગુ હું!

મારા કરમ મને તારી ઓર લઇ જાય છે.

Kicked on the earth

I have not seen the angels,
Neither miracles.
I don't go to temples.
Statues? Don't like Godly samples.
I do trust in All mighty!
He is the ultimate musician,
one who throws all parties.

The biggest blessings he showered creating me,
what else I need to be?
If he wanted me to be his servant,
I would have taken birth somewhere in Heaven!
The earth is the place he kicked me in.
Then why prejudices?
Why preferences?
Why am I not smiling?
Why not fully living?

Gita-Kuran I don't understand,
Smile and let all smile,
Keep the grief at miles.
Live, love and dance,
As life comes once friend,
there is no second chance.

The Tag Fight

The world is under tags!
A tag on him,
A tag on her,
A tag on everyone.
The chase is always on.
Whose got a better one?
Tag which makes them proud,
if none, they curse loud.

I meet tags,
listen tags, laugh on tags.
None I want to earn one,
I know the Avatar is free,
No way there is a race of being the.
I am content the way I stand,
my feet on the earths,
and sky on the head.
To be tagged is a game of lame,
when it comes to awards,
Let my energies claim.

પાંચનો એક સિક્કો

કાળઝાળ ગરમીથી પરેશાન કમ અને જીંદગીથી થાકી ગયેલો એક ગરીબ આમતેમ સમય પસાર કરી રહ્યો હતો. અચાનક જ રસ્તામાં એને પાંચનો એક સિક્કો મળે છે. પોતાના નસીબથી અચરજ પામતો એ સિક્કાને પોતાના એક માત્ર વસ્ત્ર એવા ઓવરકોટમાં કોઈ ના જુવે એમ છુપાવી દે છે. કરોડપતિ બની ગયો હોઈ એવી ચાલે એ નુક્કડને છોડીને જતો રહે છે. જયારે સૂર્યનો તડકો નુક્કડના કિનારે પડે છે ત્યારે એક ચળકાટ નજરે પડે છે. એ ચળકાટ એટલે એ જ પાંચનો એક સિક્કો!

તમને નવાઈ લગતી હશે નહિ? આ પાંચનો સિક્કો ફરી ક્યાંથી? હજુ હમણા જ તો એ કોઈનું નસીબ બની ગયો પરંતુ થયું એવું કે એ ગરીબનો ઓવરકોટ જ ફાટેલો હતો. પાંચનો એક સિક્કો નહિ પરંતુ એનું નસીબ જ એ પાંચના એક સિક્કા સાથે ત્યાં જ પડી ગયું. 

કેટલી વખત આપણી સાથે આવું જ થાય ને? પળભર માટે જે ખુશીઓ હાથમાં આવી હોઈ એ આંખના પલકારા માં તો ગાયબ થઇ જાય. હતી ના હતી જાણે કે! 

આ કહાનીનો મર્મ કહાનીના અંતથી નહિ પણ કહાનીની શરૂઆતથી સમજાવો જોઈએ. 

આ જગતમાં આપણે બધા ગરીબ જ છીએ. ફક્ત સમયની કિંમત છે. સમયે જ તો એ પાંચનો સિક્કો ગરીબને  અપાવેલો બાકી એ ક્યાં પાંચના સિક્કા માટે પણ લાયકાત ધરાવતો હતો? એ ખાલી હાથે આવેલો અને ખાલી હાથે જ ગયો. જીવનનું પણ આવું જ કૈંક છે.  અહીના લેખ-જોખ તો અહી જ પતાવીને જવાના. 

પાંચનો એક સિક્કો એટલે આપણી જીંદગીની બધી ખુશીઓ અને સિદ્ધિઓ. જેને આપણે આપણી ઉપલબ્ધિઓ કે નસીબ માનીએ છીએ એ ફક્ત સમયનો એક નાનાંકડો ગાળો જ છે. ચંદ સમયમાં એ સમય પૂરો થઇ જશે અને ફરી આપણે ગરીબ થઇ જશું. પાંચનો સિક્કો (ખુશીઓ અને સિદ્ધિઓ) મળ્યો તો ખરી, ભલે ચંદ સમય માટે, પણ માણશનો સ્વભાવ ક્યારેય ના બદલાય! બધાની જેમ એ ગરીબે પણ એ પાંચના સિક્કાને છુપાવી દીધો. ખુશીઓ અને સિદ્ધિઓ છુપાવવી એ કયાની માણસાઈ? છુપાવવું એ તો કાયરની ફીદરત છે. 

પાંચનો સિક્કો કદી આપણો હોતો જ નથી. એ એક વહેમ છે. આ વહેમથી દુર રહીને જીવવું એ ખરી હિંમત અને એ જ ખરી નિખાલસતા! આપણે આ પાંચના સિક્કાનો અફસોસ શા માટે કરવો? દુખ શેનું? મળે તો અભિમાન પણ શાનું? સૂર્યના તડકાની (ભગવાનની) રાહ જોવી નકામી! શા માટે આપણે જ આ મર્મને ના સમજીએ? આજે નહિ તો કાલે સૂર્યનો તડકો પડશે જ અને ભેદ ખુલી જશે. પ્રભાતની રાહ જોયા વિના જાગી જવું એ જ સાચી વિદવાનતા! 

એટલે, આહા!.

અમદાવાદની સાંકડી ગલીમાં 

એચ. એલ. હોસ્ટેલથી કિલોમીટર દૂર,

શિયાળાની થીજાવતી ઠંડી.

ભણે તે ભિખારી 

ને રમે તે રાજાના વિશ્વાસથી,

બાબુકાકાની આદુવાળી કડક ચાય પીવી એટલે, આહા!.

આંખો ખુલે ના ખુલે મસ્ત ઉંઘમાં,

સ્કુટીનો ઘરઘરાહટ સંભળાય કે,

તેજી આવે ૩-પેક શરીરમાં. 

મોર રંગના સલવાર કમીઝ,

પીળા દુપટ્ટાથી ઘેરાયેલો ચેહરો,

તમને જોવા જતા રોજ કોલેજમાં

અને એ માં મારા હોર્નની પીપ પીપથી તમારું પાછળ જોવું એટલે, આહા!.  

તમારા નામનો નંબર યાદ રાખવામાં,

મારી ગેરહાજરી રોજ પુરાય.

એક સીટ પાછળ બેસી કેન્ટીનમાં,

તમારી વાતો સાંભળવામાં, 

દોસ્તોમાં મોટી બબાલ થાય. 

વરસાદમાં રૈનકોટ તો ક્યાં પરવડે?

મેડમ ના પલળે બસ.  

સાચ્ચે! પુસ્તકો ત્યારે જ કામ લાગે. 

જર્નલો લખાવી લયે જુનિયરો પાસે,

ને ટ્રીટ માંગીએ મેડમ પાસે. 

રેડ રોઝના ઇટાલિયન પિઝ્ઝા અને તમારી સાથે ડેટ એટલે, આહા!.  

કૈંક વ્યસ્ત છે જીંદગી ત્યારથી,

કૈંક દૂર છે હું તમારાથી,

તમે મારાથી!

દોસ્તોની સાથે ફરી કટીંગ પીવી છે,

મેડમના ખર્ચે ફરી ફિલ્મ જોવી છે.

બે પૈડાના બાઈક પર ત્રણની સવારી,

હાથ છોડીને હંકારતા 

પણ કેવી પ્યારી હતી એ જીંદગીની જુગારી.

મારા ટેબલ પર આજે "સર" ની ટેગ છે,

સ્ટીરીઓવાડી ગાડી અને મણ જેટલી કેશ છે.

કહો એટલા લોકો સલામ ભરે છે,

ગમું છું એમને કે પછી મારાથી ડરે છે?

ચાહું તો પણ પાછો ફરી ના શકું,

હું ચાકર છું મારા વૈભવનો,

કમાઉ નહિ ત્યાં સુધી કોળિયો ભરી ના શકું.

આજે જે હાથમાં છે 

એ રેતીને સાચવું છું,

જીંદગીના આ નવા અનુભવને હજુ હું શીખું છું.

જો મળી જાય દોસ્ત કોઈ જુના,

તો કરી લવ છું પળ એ બધા તાજા.

ના પૂરો થાય એવા આ સફરમાં,

બે પળના એ સંસ્મરણો એટલે, આહા!.      

તારી વળગણ

છે બે પલ જીંદગી ના પણ જો ને કેટલા અનોખા?

એક બંજર તો એક વર્ષા!

આંખો માં આંશુ 

આખો હસે પણ છે.

યાર, તો પણ કેવો?

હર વખત જગડતો અને 

દિલ માં વશે પણ છે.

છે બે પલ જીંદગી ના પણ જો ને કેટલા અનોખા?

એક બંજર તો એક વર્ષા!

જીત અને હાર મેં બધું જોયું તારી સાથે,

કે હવે સ્વાશ અને દફન માં શું ફાશલો?

જે મળે તે બસ તારી સંગાથે.

એક બાજુ આખું જગત,

અને એક બાજુ તારી વળગણ.

તું એક જોગણ

ને હું તારો સાજણ. 

આ લગાવ નથી કાંય અમસ્તો,

અલબત, ખુદા છે વસતો!

છે બે પલ જીંદગી ના પણ જો ને કેટલા અનોખા?

એક બંજર તો એક વર્ષા!

Your life your fight.

The journy of life is error-pron.

Hit do turn on.

When the sun looks moron.

You have all rights to disagree.

Tell off and leave me.

Finally,

It's your life, your fight.

This doesn't mean i don't care for you.

Neither don't wanna stand besides you.

I can only take you to the Great Gita,

Where even Krishna was just a take away.

If Arjuna did it alone for himself,

Why cann't you pedestrain the same?

Finally,

It's my girl, my love.

In conversation with God Part II - A day without brain

God: So, you are back again?

I: Do you really leave us apart?

God laughing.

God: What do you want to know today?

I: Wish I could stop thinking. Give me a day without brain. I want to stop thinking about you.

God laughed again.

God: Dear, even after using it through out your life you couldn't understand that you only need to FEEL me. What if, I give you a day without brain?

God still laughing.

In hands with you

The world is enemy of me.

Take me to the place you live.

I will walk through out.

Won't mind whatever miles,

Make me your follower.

The only reason I see back

Is just to check

Chemistry of our foot prints.

Who does like to live?

I am mad about living with you.

No walks I walked behind

But I love identity of a man

Who walked in hands with you.

Free from JAMINDARI

I am so happy to see time like this.

Feel like transparency is the next world.

I see the whole government, whole system is changing not because of just one man but with the support of AAM JANATA. I am happy because I have seen people taking and giving bribes, I am not free either. I have seen government ruling like JAMINDAR. I have seen law killing morals of people and I am not free from it either.

This is a time to take oath that we will make India free of corruption. Won't take bribes, won't give bribe and won't allow someone else too. This is not because we think it's wrong but certainly because it's not human to bribe.

I promise I will read Right to Information and would try to reach to right people for justice whenever be victim of poor system.

The celebration should certainly begin with a hope that the bill will effectively work.

Missing parts of Jan Lokpal Bill

I have been going and representing to government authorities and bodies as a part of my duty. Every time I encounter them, I receive arrogance and ego of bureaucrats. I have seen AAM JANATA afraid of their institutional powers and under that fear corruption taking birth. I feel helpless where JAMINDARS (bureaucrats/dictators) rule more dominantly putting aside all legislation and systematic approach and the law practitioners always seating outside the benches of departments in hope for the justice.

Money itself is cause of all wrong deeds.

I feel proud something revolutionary has been appealed in my time. If it's through Anna, fine! If it's against government, then most welcome!

When it's a question of national interest, it's fine ways and means are bypassed. JANRAILI or ANNSANN may not be a correct institutional road to fight against corruption but what's wrong to implement one when all institutional roads are failed to succeed.

Jan Lokpal Bill (JLB) has covered even institutions and government in its spectrum where equality between general public and government bodies have been rightly upheld by Team Anna.

JLB surely has strong elements of setting up an independent institutional body to question the dictators with an aim to fight against corruption. I think it leads us to think who actually takes bribe and who actually gives bribes. If I am not wrong, only bureaucrats are questioned i.e. one who take bribe and there is clean chit to one who gives bribe. Time to accept that it is our milk of money who brought up the bureaucrats. JLB must question people at mass who give bribes. There are clauses of penalizing bribe takers then why not on those who give bribes.

Perhaps that will make an equal judiciary system.

Motor Cycle Diaries 5 - Revolution by Mind

Days are really revolutionary. Signs are that of making a history.

It's again me and my bike. The roads are jam with people and vehicles. Rain is on head and It seems like time has stopped. Today bird circle looked like protester's circle. Anna and his disciples surrounded the circle as if they were pressing the neck of corruption.

My bike is no less a government. Stops on every half a kilometer. I do kick but in vain. Meanwhile a protester teared off a hoarding; advertising Congress and he was followed by a camera men on specific instruction to capture the tear off.

Corruption is a newspaper dropped everyday at our home door. We are used to it and throw it away like the guilt in the dustbin. I still have doubts whether it can be removed thoroughly. Anna can take out legislative actions on this issue but what about the habits?? Habit of we commercial people to judge everything in money, habit of hiding in the home at the time when injustice takes place just next door, habit of bypassing patriotism. The more number of controls and systems established the more people bypass it. If patriotism does not come from heart, I wonder that is a revolution. It seems revolutionary but is it really?

I wish I see a day where I dont have to leave government offices with heavy heart and low head. I also pray day never come when someone has to leave my office in the same position, be it my client, friend or my own staff. The world that day will run by mind. Not by heart it goes weak. Not by brain its too sharp to easily deceive someone. I say by mind that everybody think before what they are preaching. Our thoughts has lot of to do with our practice. Cultivate your thoughts. If they are pure and visionary, I am not sure about human betterment but we would be happy inside for sure.

Make it simple!

From the outset of my window,

high on my water tank,

under the morning shower, oh well,

in the jammed traffic like a shell.....

either you go away from my mind.....

or simple just fall in love with me.

Why do you keep dancing around me?

Why do u ask me for a lift?

Is this world became a bit slow

or my legs got some swift?

Clouds clouds and cuckoo,

seems a world of fairy tell,

a beautiful long pink dress,

you angel play magic well.

I got few dirty morons to kill,

towering stones to heel.

My horse listens to me n i will take away my queen,

you just see.

You Ignorant about my strengths

but i m indifferent in my will.

Either you go away from my mind.....

or simple just fall in love with me.

તું આવકારો આપી તો જો

કૈન્ક સમી સાંજે વહાણો પાછાં જાય છે.
એ જ સ્થિર પાની
ને શાંત નદીનો કિનારો.
મંદ મંદ વાયરો
ને તને યાદ કરું કે દિલ ધબકારો ચુકી જાય છે!

દુનિયાનો મોહ છુટ્વો ઘણો ક્ઠીન છે.
કે મન બસ માયાને આધિન છે.
દિલ તો નાદાન છે;
બસ એક જ લાગણીથી બંધાઇ જાય છે.
તું આવકારો આપી તો જો,
દોડ મુકશે આ ઘડી.
ને જ્યાં નદીની પારે દેખાય તારું ઘર
કે દિલ ધબકારો ચુકી જાય છે!

Somebody please make me a man.

Somebody please make me a man.

Show me a mirror,

my true identity, a picture clear!

Jump one to nursery,

jump two and school starts.

Jump three takes me to college.

I have no time to think about who am I?

Disappointing!!! Not convincing!!!

At once can forget about Darwin's disappointment,

how will I repay my sculpturer?

I just forgot to have my own style.

Imitating, imitating and imitating.

What is that which can make

me leave monkey jumping?

Opps...!! My head is spinning.

There are trees of prejudices;

like those sour grapes,

who can stop me clinging?

I scratch the past badly,

like my ancestors scrape their chest.

Who can recognize my true character?

Even nature feel I am still a nut.

Somebody please make me a man.

Show me a mirror,

my true identity, a picture clear!

In Coversation with GOD - Part I

The clouds were really congested. I put every step with lot of care. Was I flying or running? Where and Why was I there? There was hardly any weight of the body or was there any body? I was not carrying any garments or gazettes but mind and heart still working. There are lot of confusions; in fact anxiety. I am really afraid of the silence; very rare though. Wind is there but there is no noise either.

I hate this adventure. Totally hate it. If I find someone I want to ask "Why there is a life?"

"You are brought here dear, on my command." To my greatest surprise, a lightening voice spoke it. A magical enlightening voice!

"Wonder, don't you? Who am I? I answer you what you just asked yourself that is why there is a life?"

He took a pause and made me more excited.

"This thing I am telling to you only. You can guess I am drunk. Just take it that way. I created humans because I got bored with perfection. I am too perfect, almost everything I know. There is hardly anything on this entire universe which I can not do. Of course, I created it. I am the master of it. I was really bored too when I made this nature. It is beautiful, magnificent but it can not response to me. It can neither think nor feel. Therefore, I chose to evolve life."

"I created you. Plenty of like you. Not to make me feel superior or make you all feel slaves. In fact, you are gifted with mind and heart. Remember, I don't think. I don't feel. I just travel. I am time; an endless time. I don't start nor I stop so I gave you schedule of life. Why do you feel I govern you? I just guide you. Don't doubt that I CANN'T govern you but always remember I always wanted you to live on your own. That's it because that I cann't do. I have plenty of like you to take care of and so I cann't live on my own. Just relax. Only purpose of life is to live. Just live it and rest you leave it."

I was really amazed. I could realize it's GOD but so different then what he is portrayed over the period of time. So friendly, so humble. I was convinced probably or is it going to bring new doubts?

Immediately later I felt asleep.

I wanna run away from me

Sun is on my knees,

about to go sleep.

A rocky mountain

from where city has long distance to keep.

I wanna run away from me;

in search of a space

where I can hide my dynamite mind.

There has been plenty of talks about magics.

The magic of Mantras. The magic of Sagas.

They certainly work in their own spirit

but then why there is such a long life?

The thirst of worship,

the hunger of love

the more I pour

the more I seek.

I wanna run away from all these;

in search of a space

where I can hide my all-shiny greed.

There has been number of meanings of

"Why there is a life?"

Just a single drop of love is enough

that make me realize.

Where am I gonna store the bundles of love?

when I born nothing.

I die nothing.

I wanna run away from all these;

in search of a space

where I can hide my being.

Funny facts of engagement ring

1. Always excited about it before engagement.

2. See 1000 and select one.

3. Love the most beautiful.

4. Difficult to wear while selecting.

5. Show it to every person meet up.

6. Feel the weight (importance) in initial days on wear.

7. Keep on playing with and shining it.

8. Feel it looses the brightness from the top after few days.

9. Fingers forget the weight after few more days.

10. In end, often get scared of loosing it.

Now, put your life partner instead of engagement ring in all above 10 points. Feel the truth! Enjoy!

No love no rain!

I want a horse who run fast.

Miles away and apart.

There is an endless sea to follow

How long will it going to take?

Life is such a pain.

Oh god!

No love no rain!

I am a king of my own thoughts,

few glimpses and made plots.

Someone has trapped my innocent heart,

I am in search of that girl

in search of that girl I repeat.

This wind and sea birds give

the signs of someone I know.

I am a warrior undefined,

gonna desecret the love show.

How long will it going to take?

Life is such a pain.

Oh god!

No love no rain!

What is good and what is bad? - Part II

I had a very good dinner with few friends and sister.

It is good to meet new people. They urge new thoughts and give you new experience and suddenly you feel your mind takes a big turn of thoughts.

We encounter these questions many times -

"Why do people change?"

"Why don't people do what they say?"

"Why your best friends at time do not even remember you after a new life?"

It looks emotional at first go but when I stretch my mind a little more I realized we all want other people to play the way we want. We treat them like machines. We feel we have remote control to play them. Switch on and they should do what we order. That's what we actually mean when we say "We don't like this and we don't like that." We should not forget that humans are alive. They are made to change. They can think. Who does know right or wrong but their thoughts make them change. Why should we go so far? Take our own example. We were kids, then boys and now man. We will be old man. We will die. Isn't it change? Isn't it natural?

In fact, we don't like changes. It is always difficult for human being to have confidence in change. This change is not only how people changes but even change in general. However, more wondering here is that always not obvious or normal for us to see people change. We are not used to digest change not even change in human behavior. Change always brings pain. Pain to adjust your routine. Pain to change yourself too where it's really normal to change. Life would be too mechanized and so boring if it's not changing. If there is no new morning and no new night, think about it?

We must accept people changing. Have trust!

Being gentle!

Socialism is life these days...! Since last two months living with so many relatives and peers and I am almost addicted to bulk of people, noisy environment and lots of food.

Unfortunately, I can not stop observing people even in these rare situations.

I see people showing different approaches to different age people. I am not even free from that. Example is, we approach to child with lot of affection and love while to aged people we take them for granted and ask them to follow us. On the contrary, one who do not even understand our complete surrender i.e. children we just obey them, request them to love us, hug us, kiss us or do even the silliest thing which we otherwise afraid to do in public. Strange but our mannerism do not allow us in public to show the same level of acceptance, love and care to old age people. Perhaps, they require the same degree or even more love than what we give to children.

Our ego has lot to play in that. When we deal to aged people, we are afraid of counter reflection be it in terms of opinions or acts. We have walls of prejudices and beliefs before appearing to them and which never allow our comfort zone to relax. Few examples of these prejudices and beliefs are - "They never like it?", "They always misunderstand me.", "They style of living is completely different than us, they don't understand what's new and welcoming?" Now on the other side, we have no problems in putting our ego aside in conveying a child but we feel really shy and ashamed of surrendering our ego if the other person is above 30-40 years. Really difficult to understand why age makes us so rigid and I am sure all of us do not even realize this thing. If we realize, those feelings are always late.

Perhaps that's why it is said that it's easy to be knowledgeable than being gentle.

Behind the closed doors

It all looks like Prince of Persia. A gate opens and a new challenge starts.

It has started since schooling. I was really afraid of closed doors and big name plates on them either of principal or of any other. Those fear is certainly fake and without any real weight simply developed and grown by mind. Like all, I have struggled and overcome that fear over a period of time. In profession, I encounter many closed doors with biggest name tags but hardly I am afraid of them. That fear has gone all most without my attention and all suddenly perhaps because I realized the person seating back those doors are nothing but as human or as erroneous like me. It would not be wrong to say that being mature is nothing but to realize that everybody makes mistakes and in line of that I overcome that fear of people and authorities.

I wonder who does actually survive than. Charles Darwin said it's the strongest who survives. Who is strongest than? If you ask me, our confidence of living and approaching has lot to do on our success and that's what makes us strong. We could be the most intelligent, literate or sound by concepts but if we have that fear of facing people, we would be doing what we hear and see in spite of what we learnt and read in books. We almost come under the umbrella of that dominating person and do just what they want us to do. We need to learn to say NO, need to show them a new way and different approaches. We could be thoroughly wrong at times but it's good to fail sometimes and learn by time. It's not only about guts to appear. Guts ends the moment we enter behind that closed doors and see in those monster looking eyes and then our smartness or intelligence has a role to play. Imagine ALIBABA. His guts ended once the door was opened and the rest was because of his smartness that he could handle 40 thieves. Again a great examples of how we should be use our different cards out of guts, smartness and intelligence.

Closed doors are so exciting and challenging at any stage of life no matter we win or loose. It makes us alive.

The clock of love

9.15 amYou call me,

I am sleeping.

You become sad,

Obvious! you got right to.

9.45 am

I call back you,

you don't pick up,

'cause your phone is silent.

I become sad,

Obvious! I got right to.

You don't call me in the day,

I follow you.

11.15 pm

I call you,

I am sorry

but you say you are too.

You say it's your fault

but I say no it's mine.

You keep saying

how much you missed me.

I follow you.

1.45 am

You sleep saying

you love me.

I chant too

I love you too.

Love is like a flue

and clock of love continue.

What is good and what is bad?

Man is always sick about what is good and what is bad?

I am in between bunch of people these days. My house is a marriage house actually. People come with different tastes, choices, demands or expectations. You have your own on the other side. I have my own world and they have their own. What is so common between us that you end up making a difference between good and bad?

It's fun to see people's reaction on something which is bad for their taste. There is no difference between my 2 year old nephew and we all. My nephew is very particular about Banana (BANAMA he says), if he does not get it, he will cry for hours and on the contrary, will smile in seconds if he gets a one. We are also like a 2 year old child when we see something other than our taste, we cry. Cry silently inside. Those who are bold will tell on the face and those who are shy will keep complaining in his inner world or go at home and throw his anger on some other person. We cry for sure though. Only thing we have forgotten is to forget. We just can not forget bad. We have created such an environment around us which never let us forget badly. On top of it, we feel defeated if we forget or forgive. I still remember those who forget or forgive easily are called "STRAIGHT FORWARD PERSONS" and these kind of people are used to be fun for others. They are always being asked to act smart but they fail to do so. How can they? Smartness is never their field to play. There is nothing right or wrong and good or bad for these kind of people, they just stick to one principle that is to be generous to all, even if others deceive them.

Good or bad and right or wrong is nothing but human concepts. We made it. It is an obvious perception by which groups gets formed. Group of common perception either good or bad. These two groups always fight in proving their opinion right knowing or not knowing it's just a perception. What I understood is this could be the only prospect a human have to pass his entire life. The book "The Secret" has relieved this secret only i.e. the law of likeliness. Our ancient hero like RAMA or MAHATMA GANDHI has followed the path they liked or found good and always objected the path they did not like or found bad. RAVANA was with bad because he considered it right or good. Who do not know the story of RAMAYANA? Lesson I got is you do what is good for you, do what you think is good. Never judge, if you judge don't be sad because what is good for you is nothing but an opposite perception of others.

I don't show anger or happiness when someone compliments good or bad. I feel normal and keep my famous silence.

Just 5 Km away

How far do we travel to see God?

I was going to a ritual place in Gorana - town of my father-in-law. Wears and tears here and there on the road. Bumps almost take your head out of the rickshaw and your heart out of your control. Someone said true it's not easy to reach to God.

God has made man. This is what all believe. Whenever and wherever I travel in India find reverse. At every 5 kilometer there is a new God, if not a goddess. Man has made God by stones, by tree leaves, by Sindoor, by Gulal or every other thing existing on earth. The shape of the God is also given similar to what a man look like. One who made God might leave his image in making it. Perhaps people in Saurashtra love tea, pan masala and Gods. Therefore, they make you meet all of them at every 5 kilometer.

I don't feel like worshiping seeing statue of God. He is just like me inside the statue. God in fantasies or unconsciousness is much more powerful and beautiful then in statue. Perhaps it gives me a relief that God in fantasies is flexible, like a wind, which can not be fasten to a statue. Why should we give a body in the name of statue to God? Who are we? I see him every day new, fresh who can not be touched, can not be designed, giant like Titanic and sometimes tiny like an ant. May the thoughts of God continue!

Being conscious is fun

I was really wondering why mind has to judge every time it experience something? Judge about what is good and what is bad? Who is right and who is wrong? There lies a strong logical world, isn't it?

Consciousness is the root of this ever judging mind. What is consciousness then?

"Consciousness is a term that has been used to refer to a variety of aspects of the relationship between the mind and the world with which it interacts." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Consciousness

The game is on interaction only. The more you interact the more you judge and the more you get confused too. I find being conscious is fun because you remain interacted through out. Who would not love to be interacted in this internet world? Does it mean we all are confused? Confusion, confusion! I think yes, what do you say?

10 tips while shopping with your girl

1. Park your vehicle fastest. You can kill her excitements.

2. Carry child with you. Else, she may ask you - "You don't want me to buy, he ne?" If you keep the child happy till she shop, you may be awarded with a good food later. Take that bonus.

3. Don't show a single feeling of hurriedness. She always feels its long time since shopping.

4. Show her shopping items even if you don't feel buying it. Give her choices. No matter you had none while selecting her. This will help you in counter arguing if she later changes her mind while returning home.

5. Put your phone on silent. If it ever rings, don't show it's a business call. If it's a business call, don't show it's urgent. If urgent, don't go in a corner and keep her alone. Rescue by calling it a collection call. She would be happy feeling you have more money to buy for her.

6. Never say - "It never goes with your color or it's not made for you." Say this - "Your color is brighter then the cloth or you are not worth of it." At any point of time, girls love sweet chocolates and talkers.

7. Never compare. You could be left hungry for days if you say someone look more beautiful on an outfit she already selected.

8. If she asks you to choose a one for you, make her feel like she is your boss's daughter. You will feel interested too.

9. Don't tell your budget in advance. She loves to make you spent on her. You are always rich in her eyes no matter your last 6 month's electricity bills are pending.

10. Pick up the heaviest begs while returning. If the end is happy, everything is happy.

A wondering brat!

Mathematics has anything to do with love?

5 + 5 = 10

and I discovered

why there are holes between fingers.

Engineering is not that tough to understand now.

I know why there is a forehead.

Why shoulders?

Why palms and eye blinks?

I am a student interested.

interest vested.

Diploma in love is a long-distance course.

From unknown force and a naughty horse.

I wonder with a pen and slat,

like a wondering brat!

Make your Pizza free!

Last to last week when I visited Pizza Hut, I had one Pizza packed free. Pizza boy served me a wrong order and he offered a free pack in return. I was really happy leaving outlet with some spice left on my tongue. I was feeling like winner else how many of us get a Pizza free like this? However, life leaves a message each moment.

I was really concerned for a work which took time longer then expected. I messed up with some wrong advices. Finally, I am a human being too! We consultants are really like little kids who play the way we like it. Play till the time moon shows its pre-opening ceremony and Mom yells - "Don't you have home work to do?" When kids return home they don't show their wound knees, broken elbows or cut pants. They are afraid of ever lovable Mom. How will she react? Besides, they also know she is gonna find it out soon (TUJHE SAB HAI PATA HAI NA MAA... remembered?).

Clients know you mess up sometimes. Don't worry! They feel happy seeing you like normal human being - error-pron. They have that Mom's brain too to cross check your wrong deeds. Before they realized about my mistakes, I called them up and solved the issues. Unlike all, I apologized and made the quarter free to them. That was something really new and shocking to clients but that free service works I know. If your client is happy leaving your office, he is going to return. He knows Pizza will be free if the service is wrong delivered. His hospitality has been insured.

So if you mess up, make your Pizza free!

Reciprocal

Is love an art?

How do I know?

My teachers were never that smart.

No luck that I borrow from God,

For me,

Love is always a work load.

Then what is the love key?

It's the way you do it to me.

Not so rich to build second TAJ,

Cann't sing, not having that AAWAZ.

Not flamebouant,

not even eye-catching.

Not silent,

not even vocal.

Oh dear-o-dear,

Love for me is reciprocal!

Don't strive!

No one knows

"who am I?"

I found them busy

in being who they are not.

Wish we know who we are

if not

at least who we are not.

I am not a master,

I have no disciples.

I am not a farmer

so I don't keep buffaloes.

I don't like the tag of knowledgeable.

A foolish! love learning!

Hate is easy;

love takes courage.

What we do?

Love hating

and promote revenge.

Avoid formality,

sponsor spontaneity.

Come, trespass the earth.

Sense dear, don't strive!

Well played India!

Waving Flags everywhere.

I have not seen people celebrating like this before that too in such a big mass. Indians are otherwise never stay behind in celebrations. Always grand and gorgeous.

My grand parents and parents always used to ask me what is that in this game? Wish I could take them on my bike and show them the united and proud moments people are feeling deep in their heart. This is what a game can make! An entire nation feel one.

There was a huge truck (A monster truck?) hired by a group of fan loaded with 25-35 young guns with DJ on the card. They were dancing on the roof of the truck with waving flags here and there. Few vans were open from behind with stereo full on. Alkapuri (the lead road) of Vadodara got jammed with people almost gone mad on this victory. People were half outside from their car windows and punching in the air. Police was really amused whether to stop these mob or will it backfire if they do so?

We do like coming on the public places and celebrate the victory. Let the whole world know India won in Semi-final. Why not but? Was it a less achievement? No matter the fight was not competitive from both sides and there were many lucky instances for us but then we have seen our bad luck too and paid for it too. What is worth appreciation here the patience our players hold through out the match. What if Raina would not have scored those last 33*?. What if Ashish Nahera would have continued his miserable performance? What if Dhoni would be shouting on players when wickets were not coming in the initial overs? That takes lot of patients and faith in players. It would have been no less than dieing if we loose against Prime Minister personally on the occasion and whole nation keep eyeing on the match.

Well played India! Will continue at Mumbai!

રમીશું નહિ પણ લડીશું

ઘના વખત પછી થશે તમારી સામે સામનો

સવાલ નથી રહ્યો બસ આ એક રમતનો.

સમય જ કૈન્ક એવો છે કે મુકાબલો થશે માન સન્માનનો.

છો કૈન્ક વાતો થતી હોઇ બહાર દોસ્તીની

તૈયાર રહેજો

કશોટી થશે મેદાનમાં તો બસ ચુસ્તીની.

ઘનવાનો અને સિયાશતની નજર હશે

તો દિવાનાઓ તૈયરીથી સજ્જ હશે.

સવાર કેશરીયાનો રંગ લાવશે,

વાતાવરણ કૈન્ક તંગ હશે.

આ કૈં યુધ્ધ નથી, એમ છતાં ટક્કર ઘમાસાન હશે.

અહિ સુધી આવ્યા છીયે તો આગળ પણ જઈશું,

કે રમીશું નહિ પણ જીતીશું.

જીતની તૈયારી તો કરીને જ રાખી છે,

કેમ કે જીત માટે હવે

રમીશું નહિ પણ લડીશું.

Yuvraj v/s Yuvraj

There is no bigger wining then wining against yourself.

World cup has reached to its pick level. Tension is high, players are on their toes. Showing exit door to Australia is not that easy and always command worth appreciation. Apart from the brilliant field commitment (Raina specially), some intelligent captain moves (Dhoni undoubtedly), few sharp bowling cameos (Zaheer again), what I could mark is a new birth of Yuvraj Singh.

Days (in fact years) were really tough for Yuvraj to pass on. Allegations like poor bating performance, increased weight, lack of field presence, cocky behavior at party clubs etc. has lot of pressure on a man who was labeled as Match Saver or one of the finest all rounder on the earth. Even I had few doubts on his survival. I could remember days when I used to compare his career with Irfan Pathan - Talented but wasted.

What a comeback! Despite of run guns in the side like Shehwag, Sachin and Kohli, Yuvraj proves his presence in the team by bowling 10 hours with at least 2 wickets per match, replacing a regular bowler and by that way giving an extra batsman like his caliber, batting like never before in his career and fielding is noticeable too. Seer Elegance! I love seeing people coming back then the one who come new and perform well. Being young and new has their own challenge but surely not have any pressure of public fear. Coming back to the name and fame you already achieved over a period of time is even more difficult as your subconscious mind always know people is watching on your performance, they have lost the faith, there are new options for your place and chances are few to grab. That's called real challenge in life.

Desperation to perform well, giving your everything, punches in the air, anger in the eyes for those who lost faith and hands up for the team mates to give a hug. That is something a player always dreams of. "I am back, I am back from the worst of mine own" - That's what whole body reflects. I could see all such feelings and emotions in Yuvraj yesterday.

I remember Yuvraj's interview on "Zindagi Isi Ka Naam Hai" show used to come on Zee TV hosted by Farooq Shekh. Yuvraj's dad came as a special appearance to say few words on his son and he proved yesterday what he said -

"SHER KA BACHCHA KABHI GHASH NAHI KHATA...!"

I am human and I love to fight.

The light that you bring in here.

The eyes that you give us to wonder.

We have shown the greatest attitude.

Isn't it? Then why are you being so rude?

You who make us live,

It's you who made us learn to survive.

What does this destruction mean then?

Years and years it took to build life,

You come so powerful and cut the knife.

Why do you want always us to abide you?

I could see prayers which actually bribe you.

A crack here and a crack there,

waves follow than everywhere.

Water and water that has remain.

Garbage and dead - where's the difference?

How beautiful it was! I can now no imagine.

Jets dropped on the house.

People were poor and like mouse.

Metros lost the way,

roads looks like a bay.

Clouds took over the sky,

You proved yourself - but why?

Oh god! Do I sound complaining?

I confess I love just wining.

I am the one who loves chasing.

Grow, growth and just growing.

But............................

Is there any other purpose why am I here?

If it is come on the earth,

make us clear.

Do you know how does it pain?

When nothing last and just vain.

Do you like to wash out your children?

Do you like to see us drawn?

Tell me how do I stand up again?

What is that which you gain?

Poor me who do not understand you.

I tell you I will rise and show you.

Not in a war with you, don't take me wrong.

I am human and I love to fight.

I will construct my world - a more beautiful sight.

You just be there and blossom whatever you like,

blessings or curse - for me all divine!

Take just these words Al-Ikhlas,

I am human and I love to fight.

I owe spirit in the world

Birds leave their child in nest to grow them up their way. What's about human than?

Many of us leave home to be something, to discover their own, to take out that hidden character which they think suit the best on them. How does it affect later that depends on an individual?

I could see mass and mass just running in the morning, running for the determinations they developed after bunch of sleepless nights, putting their pain and hesitance under their pillow. The time that they give time to their thoughts is the time they start reaching to their dream more near. Strange but only those who don't sleep, are the one who dream!

Dream for what? Does it what really require? Does dreaming for money required? Does dreaming for success and fame required? Do you dream on degrees or white colored job? Endless. The more you are human, the more you dream. Can't stop. How does it sound to return the spirit? I read somewhere it was written - "I owe spirit in the world." Spirit that this world constantly blossom on you? Don't you feel that spirit? Each existence or substance nearby you is full of spirit.

The ever cooing doves shows me that spirit. The traffic jam gives me that spirit. The men negotiating at vegetable shops reflects their spirit. Women giggling leaves a spirit. Spirit is here, there and everywhere.

It would be worth crying if you can't return that spirit to the world.

Don't be just dead. Don't let things happen just to happen. Enjoy them. Live at fullest. Take risk. Fall in love and success.

Doves

Doves. So active, so pervasive!

Doves are on my gallery, in my kitchen, near my office floors, on telephone wires, some on the sign boards of opposite offices, some run away in glimpses.

They are beautiful, blue, brown or fawn with black strips and spots, black bordered with white tops to the tail feathers, too busy if they find something to feed. Females found busy preparing their nests, call their males to come help in, few male busy in romance with their partner. Some busy in refreshing their wings like the great magician flows his coat, where some stare at you for hours and hours. Watch sometimes Rock pigeons clapping their wings while they fly. Seer dominance!

Morning is the time Mourning Doves welcome me so warm. Grace overall! I see them in crowd near the temple on my way. Are they human? demanding and demanding to god? Wonder where they hide when I return home in night.

Doves sound coo. If Collard then have longer calls than others and pigeons repeat coo over and over. I love them making that coo noise when I am lost. I love them when they are silent. That makes me feel someone exists very much like me.

This how Prince sings -

"Why do we scream at each other

This is what it sounds like

when doves cry

Touch if you will my stomach

Feel how it trembles inside

You've got the butterflies all tied up

Don't make me chase you

Even doves have pride."

Doves have shown me not be shy,

silent but dominant

you be

if wanna fly high.

Ignorants

Winter is really ignorant about Summer. It comes and goes on his own.

Sunny still windy day deemed to be ignorant about the dark clouds my bike left behind.

People are really ignorant about me driving and passing by. Mass and all busy.

I am really ignorant in driving. Not my bike but my life. Ignorant about the fact that one can make his life happy but spontaneousness and awake - yes could be.

Ignorant is my bike. I am falling on cars.

Senators are corrupted. Tend to be ignorant about ethics and honesty.

Ignorant people became. Some by choice, some by force. Ignorant about their power to rebel.

Children are innocent, isn't it? Ignorant about life beyond playgrounds.

There's an own world of lovers too. Ignorant about love being material?

God, sometimes I feel, don't like to be called ignorant. He wants his existence survive too.

Ignorance is everywhere that's what I can see.

That's what we perhaps love to be.

A professional lover - a big call

Love and profession has lot of similarities because client and your girlfriend got similarities too.

Take a look:

1. Both demand time (exclusive) , money (expensive) and dedication (implied).

2. In both the cases, your partner always take you for granted. She will cut your pocket, client will cut your fees.

3. Day in day out, you find yourself bribing more than solving things technically. (A movie with popcorns to girlfriend and you know how our government work)

4. You just can not say "NO".

5. You can not be late. If late, can not apologize (else, it will be termed as formalities).

6. They remove a word from your life - "SIMPLE". You find even the tiny thing twisted. They make it for you. Your knowledge is always under laboratory test. Your girlfriend and your client always want to see you intelligent (except at the time you are arguing against them).

7. You can not approach someone else. Either you are flirting or you are marketing.

8. You can not just go on talking or appreciating about your staff and your family members otherwise you are considered as proudy.

9. If you don't keep them updated, you are out of it.

10. If they don't pick up your phone, they are busy. If you don't pick up their phone, "you are now less interested".

11. You can not think about savings else there is always a chance of giving a signal that you are stingy.

12. The more personal you try to become, "you are interfering".

Where will you go?

પ્રેમ કર્યે જ છુટકો..

આમ તો જીન્દગી ને એક્લા જીવતા ક્યાં નથી આવડ્તું
પણ માણસ ની પ્રક્રુતિ જ કૈન્ક એવી કે
એને તો પ્રેમ કર્યે જ છુટકો.

કોઇ ને રંગથી થતો જોયો છે
તો કોઇ ને યોગથી થતો જોયો છે.
કોઇ ને મનથી થતો જોયો છે
તો કોઇ ને વ્હેમથી થતો જોયો છે.
કોઇ પ્રભુને કરે છે તો કોઇ પૈસા ને,
કોઇ માલિક ને કરે છે તો કોઇ સત્તા ને,
પ્રેમ થવાનાં કારણો જ ક્યાં લખાયા છે સાહિત્યમાં?
આ તો માણસ ની પ્રક્રુતિ જ કૈન્ક એવી કે
એને તો પ્રેમ કર્યે જ છુટકો.

કૈન્ક સહવાસથી બન્ધાય છે
તો કૈન્ક એહસાસથી બન્ધાય છે
ક્યાંક આન્ખોથી સમજાય જાય છે,
તો ક્યાંક શબ્દોથી તોલાઇ જાય છે.
મજબુતાઇ પ્રેમ ની તો માપી પણ કેમ શકાય?
એ બધી વાતો તો કહાનીઓમાં જ સારી કે
પ્રેમ એક સાથે જ થાય
એક વખત જ થાય
આ તો માણસ ની પ્રક્રુતિ જ કૈન્ક એવી.
એને પ્રેમ કર્યે જ છુટકો.

Life is precious finally.

It was almost around 70's speed. I was feeling like tired. The bridge was long enough to cross. It was all dark and night has started picking its colors.

I was tense for no reasons. I picked up the leaver so tight as if I was trying to control at least my bike no matter life was not in my hand. My bike was sounding like a bullet gun. zummmm.....zummmm.......zummmmm......! A mind-storming horn surprised me. Suddenly the road converted into a railway track. Bridge was there, bike was there but railway track? That too 4-5 tracks in a row. Scratches started on my forehead. For more surprise, now the cars and other vehicles started coming my way. I was not in the wrong side or one-way, isn't it? Then how come all vehicles are coming to me. A car went pass like fire. I drove my bike at the end of left side of bridge so that no one come in my way. I was afraid. I almost promised myself not to ride with such a horrible speed. Life is precious finally.

Next moment I was in my complex. My building was taller like world tower. I got relieved of my bike as if I left the AK-56. Was my bike lesser dangerous? Ask me.

It was 11th floor. All dark. Like that of an English thriller story. I had 6-7 keys in my pocket and luckily one worked. Next search was for a switch board. One time something came in my way as well. Luckily got rid of it.

Ting Tongggggggg........................! Before I could search the light, a sharp bell buzzed me. Who could be at this time? Who's gone mad?

Ting Tongggggggg........................!

With lot of struggles with "yes" and "no" of my mind, I opened the door. There was no one outside. Lift was making noise. Someone put the door open. He could be somewhere nearer. More mystery. I thought to leave the lift open and close the door of house. Life is precious finally.

What did I see next solved the all puzzles. Something that every child avoids.

A milk bag.

It was seven o'clock, time to go back to sleep for some more hours.

"હું શું કરું? શું ના કરું?"

From the first light that eyes faced

and before you could realize yourself

Oops! That thought comes again -

"હું શું કરું? શું ના કરું?"

School bag is so heavy,

You could be sports but all take you fragile.

Competition survives

when all are alike.

Just don't know why?

They teach you day n night,

"Fight, fight and fight."

A day comes...a day goes.

Oops! That thought comes again -

"હું શું કરું? શું ના કરું?"

Then comes she,

An angel wine.

You feel the breeze,

if near she breath.

You sing inside,

when the hearts collide.

You gotta tell her that's love

to give your life a curve.

Oops! That thought comes again -

"હું શું કરું? શું ના કરું?"

This is how it grows.

Mind is dual that it shows.

I want this.

I want that.

I want all... you know?

This is how we think.

No body's relieved.

Tell me common,

Is there any way one?

Oops! That thought comes again -

"હું શું કરું? શું ના કરું?"

Change lover not love

Change is what? Acceptance is what? Is complete acceptance a change or you change completely for someone is seer acceptance? Two sides of coin perhaps!

Change is so permanent and obvious with human being. Hinduism calls it SANATAN SATYA means eternal truth. It's not about "for whom" but "of what". You change lover not love. You change the song not singing itself. You change thoughts not thinking it. Perception matters! We feel lot guilty in changing lovers or artists where you should be guilty when you accept hate instead of sticking to love. When you change lover, you call it "moving on" where you are just changing the source not the feeling itself. You change just cause not the effects. How come you stop loving? Love, singing, thinking, dancing, creativity has lot of life in itself, life which never ends. While artists and lovers die. Songs, words, lyrics or steps come and go.

Human beings are crippled of deciding their own life cycle, a life cycle which is full of changes. We feel our self updated, feel we only created that change or call it inventions, dynamic, novice. That is nothing but human psychology. Nothing is new. Nothing is old. It goes on repeating, recycling, reproducing. If you remember, some old songs still work, those long boyish hair styles hiding ears are survives. A recycle again! Indeed, your existence is very smaller compare to whole universe. Fact is only the supreme capacity of mind which let you feel sometimes top of the world, king or number one. Actually speaking, nothing works without everything together.

What else could be a good example of recycling than human birth itself? Soul is permanent. Body dies. Soul changes the body and there it takes a new birth. A recycle again!

Stick to the eternal truth. Feel the part of universe.

Am I not so close to you?

In the crowd, with music so loud, Strange! I could not feel the beats.

I do not drink, nor I dance.

What could I do best is to think and think about you.

Am I not so close to you?

Middle of the papers, on that rolling chair,

with some heavy eyes and some tired head,

Nothing matters, not even ideas I trade.

What could I do best is to think and think about you.

Am I not so close to you?

Jubilation is on the ground.

Beautiful green grass, all are proud.

Victory is not meant for me.

I have not given my best.

What could I do best is to think and think about you.

Am I not so close to you?

A spirit good in me. A spirit good in you.

A feeling good in me. A feeling good in you.

I have been talking to my loneliness,

Not alone. Not anymore.

My mind has said it million times but not on the floor.

What could I do best is to think and think about you.

Am I not so close to you?

What if ... I am pretending?

Every time I tried to become more intelligent than I am, I lose out! - From Eleven minutes of Paulo Coelho.

Isn't this so applicable to all of us? Let me just first add a line after that. (I hope I will not spoil the whole beauty of these words)

Every time I tried to become more intelligent than I am, I lose out! If not today, sooner! If not sooner, later!

It's not easy for a truth-seeker to by pass the road where in middle of that there is a temple. (Hanuman temple on O.P.Road from where I march from home to office and back) Why do I feel prayers are nothing but pretending? avoiding the real work and relying on hopes and more hopes? Even god would love to pretend to. I could see a bunch of unattended prayers on the gate. I could see the punctuality of worshipers even though. God is to be the super power. The universe. Like all but still unique is nothing but pretending. Isn't it?

We have pretending relations, pretending care, pretending love, pretending stuffs, pretending breathes, pretending everything. Perhaps to fake is to for own sake. I could see children going to school with fake good bye smiles to their mom. Could see people following system. Fake! Could see lovers gifting flowers. Fake! What is real than? What does exist divine? Where has purity traveled? Why can not purity remain in brain only? and not on the floor itself?

JHUKATA HAI SAR JAHAN

WAHI

MILATA HAI RAB KA RASTA....!

We need SHRADHA (trust) in life.