Few words...

It is time and I write again, again before the clocks chyme, I take a look at the year passing by, With a small personal rhyme.. January fused me with a new hope, with a new friend by my side, life seemed to be changing, happiness could be seen riding a high tide.. February was the month of realisation, when I encountered an unexpected trend, when I was parted albeit only for hours, then I realised someone was more than just a friend.. In March I did see Patiala, saw the greenery of farms, through only from my hostel room, I felt the winds of change within my arms... April was just quiet, the 'fight' in me simply died, I submitted to the laws of competition, tired of it, my mind sometimes cried May was the time to rejoice, I was back home as the overjoyed resident, It did make me forget April, as a number popped up on my cell, by 'accident' ;) In June, the temperature rose, and  my conversations, with the special 'someone' grew ...

इस बार कुछ यूँ हुआ.... उम्मीद जाग गयी, चंद मिसालों से, ख्वाब उभर उठे  पिघलते सवालों से... एक फ़रिश्ता बिना आहट के, दबे पाँव कहीं दूर चला गया, यादों से वो मुझे हंसा गया, उन्ही यादों से वो रुला गया.. दिल पे दस्तक हुई, तो दरवाज़े खोल दिए, कुछ मीठे बोल इन कानों में, एक फ़रिश्ते ने धीरे से घोल दिए.. जीवन का ये संतुलन, देखकर कुछ देर ठहर गया, इसे विधि का विधान मान कर, फिर मैं आगे बढ़ गया.. इस बार कुछ यूँ हुआ... खुद ही को छोड़ चुका था एक मोड़ पर, इस मोड़ पर, खुद ही से मैं मिल गया.. 

दुःख की धाराओं में खुशियों की बूँदें ढूंढ ले थाम ले ख़ुशी का आँचल और इन दुखों से आज जूझ ले किसने कहा की ज़िन्दगी सिर्फ हसने का नाम है  दुखों में हँसना-हँसाना भी तेरा एक काम है जब मार सहेगा दुखों की हंसके तो ख़ुशी भी तरस खाएगी बिन मांगे , बिन प्रयास के  झूम कर तेरी ओर आएगी  हे पथिक ! तू न रुक, तू न थम ! बस इस नदी में बहते बहते इतना मात्र सीख ले  दुःख की धाराओं में खुशियों की बूँदें ढूंढ ले थाम ले ख़ुशी का आँचल और इन दुखों से आज जूझ ले

Following is the letter I mailed to Rahul Gandhi, General Secretary, All India Congress Committee on 23 October 2011. It addresses a fundamental correction in the view point of the majority of the people associated with the gove rnance of our nation. I posted it on office@rahulgandhi.in . Will also post the reply here, if any.   Dear Mr Gandhi, I am a common man of this wonderful country. The very common man whose well-being and prosperity is your responsibility, by your choice. I respect the vision you have for our motherland, and as a fellow countryman, I sincerely hope it comes true. However, I write this letter to you to correct a fundamental error in your conceptualization and visualisation of India in the future. I did not correct you when you were speaking about the same in my college- BITS Pilani KK Birla Goa Campus, a few months back as I was perhaps too much in awe of you. But as they say, it is better late than never. Sir, you were in my college fo...

Yep... that's right, don't fret over the choice you made a while back just because you failed to get the desired result out of it. Don't think "Oh, I wish I had done what xyz had said... xyz seems so right now.. " - of course that would seem the case now, now that your choice has been proved brutally wrong by the forces of life. The alternative would seem to be more likely of a favorable result, but the key word here is 'likely'. There is no 'sure' in there. There are a thousand variables lurking in the shadows behind that alternative too, that could have made that alternative a wrong choice too, perhaps even more wrong than the current one. You don't know and would perhaps never know, so what is the use of getting frustrated about it? Just learn to live with the choice you made and more importantly the result it got you, because that is the important part of the learning process called life. 

These are excerpts from a conversation (some might call it a debate, but I think that would be a tad to rash) I had with a fellow Indian as to the reasons why the United States has not had anything to do with terrorist attacks since 9/11 while our country still suffers from these despicable acts from madmen who think they are fulfilling the God's wishes. She, as I am sure may of you out there, believes that it is solely due to the faulty system in India unlike the US, who's intelligence and spirit have been commendable in avoiding a recurrence of the sad tragedy that took place 10 years ago. I agree to a certain extent, but would like to present a few points,which, practical as they are, are still overlooked by many. I would wish my readers to give them a bit of time and thought .  Although I certainly praise the American spirit and laud its intelligence... at the same time I don't want to make any excuses for the fallacies in their Indian counterparts, I do thin...

As a lovely Sunday fades into the night, I realize how beautiful life can be, I see the beauty that lies around me, and feel the beauty that is out of sight. The beauty of a simple smile, The beauty of a good morning wish, The beauty in a conversation  which can disarm me completely for a while. The beauty when a tree waves at me, The beauty of the clouds as they gather, The beauty of the leaves that rustle, And the beauty of the breeze that sets them free. The beauty of a lovely present, The beauty weaved into past memories, The beauty of a future which awaits me, with open arms without any resent. The beauty in visualizing dreams, The beauty in waiting for them to get fulfilled, The beauty lies in life itself, maybe not in full, but in parts it seems.