Hinduslim

If you are a Hindu then have you ever thought how will it feel when you pray to god with your hands open? And if you are a Muslim then your hands folded?

Have you ever thought to gift a Quran to a Hindu and a Geeta to a Muslim?

Have you ever asked your children to celebrate Eid with as much joy as you celebrate Diwali and vice versa?

Being a Hindu have you ever bowed infront of Dargah and being a Muslim have you ever rubbed your forehead against the stairs of the Temple?

Have you ever seen a Hindu wearing a Talisman and a Muslim wearing a Lord Shiva’s thread?

Can’t we see the day where we all worship one holy book which is Bhagwat Quran which is written in our ancient language Sanskrit?

Can we have Pathans in Hindu and Pandits in Muslim?

Well these are the few thoughts which come in my mind whenever I hear, see or read something on communal rights and fight. We live similarly, our eating habits are same, we are of the same colour, we are cheaters and reliable at the same time then why this difference?

The Teen Spirit

What is wrong with them? Their mind is not mature, they are not calculative. Why there is so much anger in them? Why they are ready to kill anyone? Why don’t they think once before doing it?

Recently I am witnessing many news related to this topic. The so called teenagers are killing people without any particular or major reason. A 15 years old boy killed three females with the help of a scissors just because one of the women from the three have complained about him to his mom and he was ‘humiliated’ by this act. Do they understand the importance of life? I want to know the reason behind these idiotic acts. A youth killed a master because he wasn’t allowing his friend to cheat in the exam. A boy killed his friend just because he was making the fun of his sneezing style. And there are many more

What is the reason behind so much of anger and aggression? Is it the fault of the parents, the teachers or the society? Many says that media is the source of all this but why we have to take all the negatives out of it. A teen arrested as he pulled out knife on father. Taking each other lives just because of a person. The teenagers are hanging themselves after failing in love, well in my eyes it’s not a heroic act; this is an act which a coward performs. They can’t fight with the fact, so instead of facing and fighting, they just give up.

They are not only murderers these days; they are settled in other fields also like robbery, chain snatching etc. Their needs in life have gone up or just they are insane to perform such acts. And the performers are not majorly from lower class, even from middle and upper middle class are involved in such acts to fulfill their need of drugs, girls, cigarettes and other source entertainment.

Our politicians and we say that the our future is depend on the youth of this country and if such young people are growing up then even god can’t save our country. God himself will give up.

“Reading Mind”

Why it changes that often? What is the reason behind it? Is it lonesome or people around you are acting weird. The mouth is shut because of no reason, the mind is thinking all negative; don’t feel like to perform any acts. I chose this lonesome but you only choose when you’re aware of it. I was unaware.

What I expect from the world? To perform comic acts in front of me, to entertain me or just be with me. Why will they be with me when they have their own lives? The fact is I am not part of them, my behavior is different. Yes for someone it’s rude, for someone its pointless anger. Am I really angry or I am sad? Why we expect anyone to spend their quality time with us? Expect, this six letter word is filled with hope, pain, sadness and anger but still you’re not ready to accept. Should I stay away from this world? The so call social networking is just about adding people, are we actually networking socially on it. How many of us said hello to each one of our friends, except wishing on birthdays and commenting on the photographs we’re left with nothing there. People with bad memory should be thankful to these sites as its helping them to remember their close one’s birthdays and other important days.

I don’t know what is going to happen in next moment then why I should think and get worried about the same. Can’t I just stay with my close ones? Are we humans forgetting the importance of life and people in it or we’re taking everything for granted. I am today but who knows that I’ll be there to mention about yesterday. I don’t believe in giving up but I can’t fight anymore. I don’t want to carry the same expression every day.  I can’t change the situation or surroundings but only thing I am asking is the support, the presence. You’re filled with people around you but here I am alone.

My mind is filled with peace or it doesn’t even have space for peace. The confusion is that. I am closing my eyes to see happy faces and then I see my own. Let’s finish this night right here. Hope to see smiling and refreshing sun tomorrow.

A Thoughtful Journey

What is thoughtful in the journey? Is it your brain or things or the people around you that makes you think?

Are these thoughts about your family, friends or enemies? Are these thoughts about your past day, your present or for tomorrow? What Mr. Brain keeps thinking? Is he thinking because he is alone or is he too occupied to think?

The glass window which is banging on regular intervals and is hanging with a help of a bolt, the curtains which are ragged gives you a sight outside. What is there? Trees or the electric wires which are moving like a wave. The hills are far, they are getting closer with every blink, their faces getting changed every moment. You are free, your mind is with them and then there is flash of a headlight or some light in your eyes, you are alive, you exist. You rub your eyes, you look inside the bus, there is nothing interesting, the journey of outside continues. Watching other people if you’re stuck in a jam, the tension, the reaction or acts they perform.

The falling of sleepy heads, the saliva from the kid’s mouth which is falling whenever he is running inside the bus. The musical horns of the trucks and the buses which are passing by. The overtaking and backing off because of the lack of opportunity. The sound of brakes is harsh to ear, the snore of a sleepy head is unavoidable and then there are loud talks on the mobile phones. The mixed music without the beats was intolerable. The multiple noises for ‘paani’ and ‘cold drinks’ at every stop. The strangers are chatting like best friends when they know that they are not going to meet again in near future. I am numb, listening, thinking and observing the nature and sometimes their calls too.

The journey is long or short, who knows? You did calculations for when you going to reach your destination, you’re mentally prepared but your calculations are mostly wrong. Then you gain anger, you get hyper. Who is at fault, your planning or your road partners?

“thoughts on the road is a long journey”

Terror IST

Who actually are these terrorist? Well according to the dictionary, “a person who tries to frighten people or governments into doing what he/she wants by using or threatening violence”. So do we need to go out for this species? Fortunately or unfortunately there are terrorist in every corner of our society, it’s just that we call them by different names like MLA, MP, Millitants, Maoist, Naxalites etc.

Our PM says, the central government as well as the state government should fight together against these terrorist to eradicate the terrorism. Here the question which arises is that how can someone fight with himself as the person who is sitting in the parliament or the vidhan sabha himself is a terrorist. In India one minister can’t win seat without spreading terror and the worst of all now they’re doing it openly. Recently Mayawati threatened the new CM of UP that if he mess with her parks then he have to face problems regarding Law & Order. This is what the actual sight is. What one is trying to portray?  What is the difference between the two – the terrorist and politician? They both go to jail, in jail they get VVIP treatment and they live happily ever after. Biggest example of both are Ajmal Kasab and LK Advani.

Now the question which arises is that how can we eradicate this completely, how can we get rid of such politicians. Well the answer and the punishment should be the same for all and i.e. to give them death. And I am not saying that we should do with all but to spread peace and awareness at least we have to take some number so that we can set an example which will just shake the roots of such kind of people. Let us fight within then will put a finger on the outsider. A terrorist from outside comes and indirectly spreads unity amongst us. We all stand together with hatred inside but still we do.

The only difference between the Terrorists and the Politicians is that, the terrorists kill you physically and the politicians kill you mentally

An Eye Opener

Have you thought about the reason when you open your one eye for the first time in the morning?

Of course there are possible reasons like Alarms, sunlight, disturbance outside, your hand or leg banging on to something, the bird’s chanting, the collision of utensils. But what is the actual reason? It is the one of the most beautiful moment in the morning. It is the feel when you don’t realize that are you awake or alive or are you still in your dreams. You see people with strange expression, some faces you find are known and some are unknown. What the unknown faces are doing there, the thought which comes in your mind but it doesn’t matter to you at that very moment. You feel the existence of your body parts. You think about the last night, whether it was peaceful, what was the last thing you did. The sheet under you on which you was sleeping since night suddenly became uncomfortable to you.

You stretch your arms to make sure that yes you’re here to widen your dreams, your thoughts, your life. You yawn as to hear your sound, to make sure you’re not deaf or dumb. Sometimes you also forget that where are you getting up, yesterday you were at some place and today at the other. Sometimes you don’t even realize that whether you got up in the morning or evening. For some moment you think about the day and the date.

Opening an eye is the hatred and opening of both the eyes is a favour on the world …

Friend Ship

Yes, your friend is the sailor who sails with you in all the ups and downs which you face in your life.

What you hate, he never likes it …

What you love, he always admires that …

When you sing, he adds tune to it …

When you laugh, he knows whether it is fake or genuine …
When you are sad, he is even sadder with the smiling face ...

When you speak, he is your words …

His family is same as yours with different names …

His belongings which he hates to share can be used by you …

His dreams which you want to convert into reality and your dreams in which he exist …

His unsaid secrets you hear in his silence, your secrets are well known to him …

Your interest is his liking and his interest becomes yours …

What you eat and drink, he likes to taste the same …

His words are your point of view and your point of view is what he is thinking at that moment …

Best friend are rare, they are the only people with whom you share …

You can’t have many best friends as everybody can't be your co-sailor …

India my Love

Sometime I think that why the hell I love this country, whats there in this country that binds me to its soil. Well the answer to this is the unique faith, beliefs which exist in the heart of every individual. Be it any religion, here people are living on beliefs, be it Hinduism, Islamic or any other. Most importantly the uniqueness in the "prasad" they offer to their lord.

I was reading an article in which there is an unknown shrine on GT Highway, on the stretch from Ambala to Shahbad Markanda in Haryana. It is the dargah of "nau gaja peer" Its the shrine of Syed Ibrahim Badshah, a saint who is believed to ensure safe journeys and completion of all works in time. There the devotees offer 'clocks' to the saint.

Then there is a temple in the Merta District of Rajasthan, a temple of goddess known as "Bhavaal Maata", here the goddess consumes liquor and that too 2.5 pegs from the silver cup which is offer to her by the Temple's Priest on behalf of the devotee.

At Karni Mata in Bikaner, locating 'white rat' is lucky and the seeing of 'snake' on Shiv Ling is considered very lucky by Hindus. There was the time when the statue of Ganesh Bhagwaan used to drink milk. You hear the stories from the priest of Mathura that everyday he changes the bedsheet for Krishna Bhagwaan who comes there every night to rest. There is a Temple near Nimach known as "Bhaadva Maata", the water from the temple acts as a Nectar for the patients of paralysis.

It is said that below every shrine of muslim saint there is a shiv ling and every morning the Maulwis of the dargah do the Pujas.

I love this land because no matter what is true or untrue, there is a faith and belief amongst people here which is there since centuries and is sincere by heart.

Aankhein

Kise dhundhti hain ye bheed mein, jo bheed hai idhar-udhar, titar-bitar,

Kitni geheraayi hai in mein? jheel se pucho…

Kabhi ye khil khilati hain to kabhi ye num hain,

Kabhi in mein dard zyaada hai to khushi kam hai…

Kabhi ye sapne dekhna chahti hain, to kabhi apno ko dekhna chahti hain.

Kabhi ye tik jaati hain kisi cheez pe, to kabhi inka tikna mushkil ho jaata hai…

Chupaaye rakhti hain ye kai sawaal aur kai jawaab,

Kabhi bunne lagti hain kai khwaab…

Insaan ke naa chaahte hue bhi sab batla deti hain ye,

Jhooth ko sach dikhla deti hain ye…

Kabhi shaitaani jhalakti inmein se,

To kabhi chamak uthti inmein se…

Aansuon ko simtaaye rakhti hain apne mein,

Bas palkon ko bhigaati rahati hai ye…

Aankhein, jo sab bayaan kar deti hain …