Sunday 2 March 2014

Reflection



This time I have a few interesting lessons that I had undergone while reading The Immortals of Meluha. Though I drafted this long time back, but never posted it!
An excerpt from the conversation between a Pandit (priest) and Shiva in Shiva's dream.

green-leaf"This is a dream and I can tell you what you already know", said the Pandit, smiling mysteriously. "Or something that already exists in your consciousness that you haven't chosen to listen to as yet."
"So you are here to help me discover something I already know!"
"Yes", said the Pandit, his smile grew more enigmatic.
"What is the color of that leaf?", asked the Pandit.
Frowning strongly, Shiva sighed, "Why, in the name of the Holy Lake, is the color of that leaf important?"
"Many times a good conversational journey to find knowledge makes attaining it that much more satisfying:, said the Pandit. "And more importantly, it helps you understand the context of the knowledge much more easily."
"Context of the knowledge?"
"Yes. All knowledge has its context. Unless you know the context, you may not understand the point."
"And I will that by talking about the color of that leaf!?"
"Yes"
"The color? Its green."
"Is it?"
"Isn't it?"
"Why do you think it appears green to you?"
"Because,", said Shiva, amused, "it is green."
"No. It wasn't what I was trying to ask. You had a conversation with Bhraspati's scientist about how the eyes see. Didn't you?"
Shiva - Of course, its green.
"Oh that, right.", said Shiva slapping his forehead. "Light falls on an object. And when it reflects back from that object to your eyes, you see that object."
"Exactly! And you had another conversation with another scientist about what normal sunlight is made of."
"Yes I did. White light is nothing but the confluence of seven different colors."
"Now put these theories together and tell me, why does a leaf appear green?"
"White sunlight falls on that leaf. The leaf's physical properties are such that it absorbs the colors violet, , indigo, blue, yellow, orange and red. It doesn't absorb the color green, which is then reflected back to my eyes. Hence I see the leaf as green."
"So think about the color of the leaf from leaf's perspective. What colour it absorbs and what it rejects. Is its colour green? Or is it every single color in the world, except green?". The pandit continued, "Whatever appears as unshakeable truth, its exact opposite may also be true in another context. After all, one's reality is but perception, viewed through various prisms of context."
"Are your eyes capable of seeing the reality?" asked the Pandit.
"This means you have to absorb all the negativity and reflect positive energies, so that it is only the positivity that is given away by you to the world."

Sunday 23 February 2014

Alone I can 'Say' but together we can 'Talk'.
Alone I can 'Enjoy' but together we can 'Celebrate'.
Alone I can 'Smile' but together we can 'Laugh'.
That's the BEAUTY of human relations.
We are nothing without each other.

Saturday 22 February 2014

मन कहे मुझे उड़ने को

मन कहे मुझे उड़ने को,
जो हो रहा है उसमें ग़ुम होने को,

जो चाहे वो हासिल हो जाए,
जो पाए वो भी ख़्वाहिश बन जाए,

हाथ उठे दुआ माँगने को,
अगले ही पल वो इबादत कुबूल हो जाए,

मन कहे मुझे उड़ने को,
जो हो रहा है उसमें ग़ुम होने को,

जो लफ्जों में बायाँ हो वो अल्फाज ही क्या,
खामोशी कि ज़ुबान में कुछ बायाँ आज किया जाए,

दूर् से ही तारों को आज ताके कुछ यूँ,
उन्हें तोड़ने कि तमन्ना पुरी हो जाए,

दुनियाँ से लड़ने के बहाने हजारों हैं,
पहले ख़ुद से ही जीत लिया जाए,

उस अक्स कि झलक कुछ यूँ मिलें,
के ख़ुद के अश्क़ धूल जाए,

मन कहे मुझे उड़ने को,
जो हो रहा है उसमें ग़ुम होने को

Sunday 2 February 2014

Friday 24 January 2014

One Fine Day - En Route Office

The other day, during my usual transit of nearly 10 km to the office I scrutinized all that happened on the way, which I experience regularly but tend to overlook. I recorded some of it in this post.

On leaving from home, I see a few school girls with their heavy school bags and hair tied into tight braids, waiting for their school bus.

On the main road, I see hundreds of others like me, rushing towards their office, probably.

Moving ahead, I notice the very-bindaas hush-hush cycle-wala, least bothered about any other vehicle on the road, rushing to his workplace. While he is driving, a small steel lunch box can be seen peeping out of his old torn bag hanging on the handle of his cycle.

A few kilometers from here, can be seen the blissful sight of a durgah and a temple on the opposite sides of the narrow road. There you see a shopkeeper selling garlands made of rose and chameli flowers. Whether or not you buy them, the deep fragrance stays with you for minutes for free! These few minutes are enough for me to revive the fact that these flowers do not discriminate between a durgah and a temple (rest is self-explanatory).

And those owning shops by the roadside, are busy dusting their shops, and some others flattering god with the pleasing aroma of incense sticks (agarbattis).

Alas! Did I forget our very own city van-wala, eager to mint 7 bucks per customer by yelling - "Rajwada, Nagar Nigam, Mhow Naka.....". Funny enough, but this guy is the most carefree, rather, careless guy, least affected and bothered of the traffic rules. It is advisable to drive atleast 4 feet away from his van, since he decides to stop anywhere and everywhere he finds to be suitable!

And then comes a traffic signal; the most painful moment of the day is when you reach the traffic signal exactly the moment when it turned RED. In the meantime, until the signal turns GREEN, you have a rendezvous with supposedly well-planted and well-uniformed beggars asking for a few bucks. Make sure not to offer something to eat, they accept only cash. In a corner, one often sees a policemen imposing challan of the fastest driver on the road- none other than the bike-wala. The signal turns green.

And then, on the posh roads of the city, I see some luring hoardings that read - "20% off on ladies footwear", "SALE SALE SALE at XYZ store", and some educating ones like - "Beti bachao, desh bachao" (save the girl child) or "Green City, Clean City".

Amidst the dust and the pollution, at a distance of every few meters can be seen Indore's (our city's) food joints serving poha and hot jalebi (breakfast snacks) - indeed, the most successful business in Indore !

And after an encounter with a few more van-walas, a few more cycle-walas, a few more hoardings and temples and durgahs and signals, comes the time to enter my den, my office. And I repeat to myself amusingly, whatsoever changes in our lives, all this would stay the same, everyday!

Monday 20 January 2014

तसवीरें

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तसवीरें, यादों का आइना होती है,
वक्त को ख़ुद में किये ये क़ैद,
कभी गुद्गुदाती हैं,
और कभी आँसू दे जाती हैं,
कभी छोड़ जाती हैं एक मीठी मुस्कान,
और कभी दे जाती हैं बीते लम्हों को फिर जीने कि चाह,
ये गुजरते पलों को थाम लेती हैं,
ये ही तो हैं जो हमेशा साथ निभाती हैं


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Sunday 19 January 2014

जहाँ हर सिर झुक...

जहाँ हर सिर झुक जाएँ वही मन्दिर है,
जहाँ हर नदी मिल जाएँ वही समंदर है,
जीवन में युद्ध तो बहुत है,
मगर जो हर युद्ध जीत जाएँ वो ही सिकंदर है!

Wednesday 15 January 2014

Thursday 9 January 2014