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.