Teacher's for Life

The presence of almighty is discerned by heart and it’s the presence of mind that drives us to the world of spiritual Guru’s and Idol worship. The ways of veneration are taught and told to a child in the initial years and then the grasped knowledge gradually heads the child’s musings toward an advanced stage. People change their way of worship but ultimately their goal is to admire that omnipresent power which relates to the real meaning of existence and beyond it.

It has been witnessed that the characters in the Hindu mythology draw the meaning and goal of their life through their Guru. Even in the contemporary world, Guru i.e. sometimes a Preacher or a Teacher has the highest arena of shaping an individuals demeanor. It is sensed that with experience, lot of life lessons are ascertained, but, a contour or a moral is clenched through a course liberated only by a Guru. This teacher meets us in the form of our grand parents (entertaining us with a pigeonhole of life experiences), the parents (crafting in us the symbolic life goals), the teacher (inscribing in us the worldly practical knowledge), the Preacher (ultimately providing us the path of devotion with precision), siblings (sculpting the warmth of secure reliability), the kinfolks (providing the effect of oneness), and friends (a non blood relation that stands by us through thick and thin).

Why is it often accepted that a fall trains a child quite well? Why is it said that the present sufferings ensure future glee? The only riposte to such queries is that life is a lesson and experiences illustrate the real meaning of survival. The veracity of Karma and Dharma adds to the momentous training. This enduring learning process yields the assorted aspects at various times.

Incredible Us

I have constantly been a hard core nationalist and even during the CWG scam, persisted on our hospitality and rich culture which defines a guest on par to God i.e. “ Atithi Devo Bhavah” until recently, when I visited the Taj Mahal and nearby monuments. To my complete astonishment it was deplorable cum sad visit. Being convivial, our ministry or whoever is responsible for security domain, isn’t aware that their male security personal had the audacity to scrutinize a female foreigner’s hand bag gazing at her in the most lewd manner. When I confronted, the explanation I received from his feminine co-worker was that these ‘trivial’ things don’t matter as it is difficult to handle such rush.  However, when I raised the voice, three other women spoke rooting for me.  I am confident that the foreigner would never have had been treated the same in her own country.


Secondly, it was poignant to see the under developed Agra. I pity on the leaders who are busy constructing the parks at places like Noida just to flaunt up their party symbol along with power and even with the change in government the sad truth maintains its decorum.  The impression lasts that in spite of being enlisted among the seven wonders of world, the Taj Mahal remains insufficient in drawing the administration’s interest for its upkeep.

Wrinkled thoughts splashes out the over indulging memories... but then its all about seeking pleasure in pain ..!!

We Against Corrupt Politicians !!

When the lime ocean waves make you obscure with the heaviness of past, you grow to be a rigid believer of distrust and detachment. This is where the ordinary man is heading towards!! We, the common people, have shattered trust in our political potential. Well aware of the facts, we feel helpless even after enormous disclosures. The actions taken are extensive procedures with fruitless results. Zilch occurrence for good, heinous disclosures still make them stand with that power and authority. Each revelation results in the settlement and forgetfulness of the past one. Can there be an alternative to make each one pay for the deeds? We demand for an insured answer, but the point is who is responsible and answerable to us, as our tarnished (famous) politicians are busy playing scapegoats. 

Unsurpassed University Days :-)

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It’s a perfect swine engrossed feeling, when I look back to the times of my juvenile university days. Everyone played snobbish and flamboyant recruiting the fad statement, screw to win attitude with a plucky brain, playing the infantile was their favorite game and abusing laughs which are still the cranes.

And then there was a fragile side too… listening to the over-romantic and sentimental poetry rains, sparkling at the secret crush tales, smiles around would clutch on the people’s gaze, maintaining friendships with a hard core strain.

Those wooing days remain a secret part of our heart which can be undraped with only the university counterparts. Everyone there is so very same, with binary sides of a beast and of supportive brain. Our slants remain the mirrors to each other, with some under wraps life moments, of which even best friends remain unaware.

Department was the fastidious plane which ensured an egoistic standing, decreeing one’s own to be the best then others. Elections deciding the winners over the year and shackled other parties without any fear, celebrating festivals were more important than any other doings, with girls lining up in the best of dresses and boys showing off their JATT attire not forgetting the Ray Ban aviators even at night :P The JAGO songs (Boli’s) were the treat to the ears with boys flattering the girls in every possible sphere, then again girls replying with a provocative attitude to heed more praise.  The lavishly organized fests were the exploring areas of new friendships, attitude and intellect. The stretched out functions and star nights prop up the superiority of student council, where girls turned crazy for the stars and boys structured their own bars ;-) :P

In the evening, getting into the hostel was the terrible feeling, a round in the market and sector 15 was must for all.  The afternoon visits to Stu-C were obligatory and was mentioned in our admission cards :D Library was the AC zone and ensured a glee eye dose to all the explorers. Not to forget some of the best poetry been composed at this enlightening place, with Gandhi Bhawan being the second such place ;-) Royal Enfields, Jeeps, luxurious cars with odd numbers were the style statements which ensured the trenditional train.

This endless list has a lot more to explain and there are still a lot many routine knacks that are important and insane, which remains a branch of our life with a silver spoon.

Miss you all !!

Reading one’s own mind out is perfect resolution for catharsis. The orators have the ability to speak well but the emotional texture can be out of anybody’s mind with perfect words. Speaking out the heart is supportive and resting. 

So callous is our nature that we overlook all the serene yards of our past life. How can we be so judgmental that we question the repute and declare them unworthy?  We brew with our own reasons and perceptions and still become the adjudicators of others life.

Are you the one who was quite intrinsic about your friends in your college days? But down to circumstances have become a lost part of this world. Well, stories around the world are way similar, just the situations and circumstances mold them a bit. We all are fond of coffee breaks, intense chit chats, long drives, powerful get together. Given a chance and a free from life spirit we all would swop into the same worlds which we had experienced at a point of time. Our hectic schedules have traveled us far overpowering our wayward aspect. Being unruly is the only way of delivering out our actual selves. Speaking and conducting one’s age is imperative but can’t we at times leave this behind and enter into our own world where civilization has atypical meaning. Piercing back in the old times might restructure our mind frame by assembling us with lively and youthful spirits.  Hope we fish out moment for those miniature living details.

Courtesy: my younger brother

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an unfathomable moment.... stillness persists. Its not the pain of jealousy, but the serenity of loss !!

Owe Life to Parents

Sketched with a binary feeling, 

now existing is just a silent dealing.

Privation follows throughout,

I wish I could end it and take out !!

But there is much more to live for,

To commemorate and to wish for

I can see those souls who conferred me life

Who lived, struggled and fought to make me survive

How can I slaughter their nurturing?

Their prayer, their care, their upbringing

Relinquishing myself from this worthy life

Would defy the rules of the two teachers of life

My flagging away will halt their existence

This will almost be their end

Who am I, to take their lives?

Of the ones who gave me life

Yes, it’s time to pay them off

By becoming, who they have always dreamt off!!

Yes my parents are that verve

The ones, who will always remain my inspiration to persevere. 

Win-o-Win

Grasp that opportunity
The one heading your way
Draw that exultance in life
That has for long been so excited to relate
Worries are no more part of the game
Come on, you are established with brain
Toil up and slog in
Oh yea, bring it in
Spill the dark link
Yo yo live the spin
Alas!! - is not our word
It's a vanished bird
This world is Almighty's kin
So say no to worry Jinn
This way, this way
Life will be an overt win !!

Musings By My Side

We are so fortunate to have been granted with astute brains. Using it in right course proclaims the real astuteness.  Each person has a sense of perception and his life is a hallmark of his thoughts. Experiences make us rich, as we have real hold on our lives.  This life has never been simple for anyone of us, yet sense of pleasure can be gauged with that inner satisfaction that is sensed only after a suffering.

Thoughts can simply be notable through two expressions – either Optimistic or Pessimistic.  Pessimism would lead to self destruction and the destruction of those concerned and unconcerned. One negative thought has the power to influence a larger area that is a step to extinction. I know, I am sounding pessimist this time, but one can actually discern it, as with the word comes such huge articulations like “Self-Destruction”, “Negativism”, “Extinction” and the list is endless. Contrary to this, Optimism is one such word that will always dig back that smile on your face. It fortifies the morale, persona and ability to face off all the challenges. 

The other day I was in conversation with my elder sister who has recently joined Art of Living. She was so thrilled to confer the changes she has felt after the basic level. Well I won’t go into the detail of our conversation, but what captivated me the most was her positive insight for being. I am not here to advertise the art of living organization, what I really believe is as much as one is leading life with a  positive approach, joining such organizations is godsend. Moreover, a positive state will actually never divert you towards such organizations and you will not really entail them.

We all are aware of most of the things that these organizations preach and they are here just to give directions and a routine. These thoughts are grounded in our psyche but we never employ upon them, until necessary.  We would never require them if we listen to our bona fide thoughts. The moment our loved one is in trouble, we are out with spirited advices but when we ourselves experience same pain we fall short of them. That’s funny human nature.

My perception about life is quite apparent, just live it and accept the challenges. Smiling face can confront the challenges healthily and wholeheartedly but a weak will remain weak and would require world’s help. Where comes the other persons help, there comes the trouble, as things become more convoluted. A positive insight alone will help you throughout, so believe in yourself and enjoy the Gods benevolence till the last breathe.  

Yes, Patience Pays !!

I am a firm believer of inspirational speech marks. They provide us the sense of perception that is motivational and productive to lead a healthy life.  Alike me most of the people gain inspiration from these quotes which provides us energy and enthusiasm. One of the quotes I always follow to calm myself down whenever upset is “Patients Pays”. It’s a common quote and almost all the literate and the illiterate ones are aware of this speech mark. Just reading it or saying it won’t help, contemplate and give it a deep thought. You will automatically understand its efficacy.

Though I was familiar with these words since my childhood, but the first time I realized its significance was under forlorn times when had lost my vigor. I read it on a signpost, placed at a stationary shop. The shopkeeper was busy with other customers, so had time to think over it. The moment I read it with profundity everything was making sense. Immediately all the contented moments clicked my mind and so I realized that life is not consistent and change is inevitable, keeping a little patience and not dissipating energy on trivial matters can facilitate. Therefore, that very moment instigated in me a new insight that happy times are always ahead.


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