CAN WE SAVE ONE LIFE ..?????????????

I want to start my post by asking this very critical question, Do we need to change the way we look at our society? And I will tell you why I am suddenly asking this question. I saw a very shocking news this morning on t.v. that some hundreds of under-age children are being rescued in Hyderabad from a bangle making factory. They all were working as bound laborers and were supplied to the factory owner for almost nothing. Now, one thing that out-rightly irritated me is that when I wanted to reconfirm the number of kids rescued by revisiting the news page online, I couldn't really find it on the front page of ndtv.com. It was neither on top stories listing nor on editorial section. Somehow, in the hustle bustle of Delhi Elections, this very critical issues got a back seat. No one wrote about: How conveniently future of hundreds of kids is being compromised by the factory owner who hired them or should I say bought them; What was the reason they were kept in bound conditions; Who are these people who can supply human beings illegally without even worrying about the law for a single second; How are the authorities trying to support these kids now and doing what to help them forget trauma of being captive in the factory for so many years. This is such a sensitive issue which unfortunately could not attract the attention of the news headlines online. 

Making a news is imporant but the most important thing is what do we do to help avoiding cases like these from happening in future. I can bet how much media attention a news like this would have got in US, where human loss is the ultimate loss. I fail to understand why value of life is so small in our country. All of us who can afford to get their kids admission in various hobby classes and science classes and all of that, but as a society are we able to think how we can change lives of thousands and millions of these kids who end up at places like these in their early childhood. At this age these kids should be learning new things and not earning for living. It breaks my heart when I see childhood and innocence going waste and news related to them getting neglected. Our government is announcing programmes like "Beti Bachao, beti Padhao" but what about under-privileged and poor children as a whole. What about their childhood, what about their dreams, what about their standard of living. Why is it that we don't think the future of all these children in this country is Ours too. Just because they are poor, they can be sold, abused, kept in inhuman conditions and treated like an object!! Government & authorities need to introspect and do something about it. And now there is an idea that comes to my mind, Why can't every well-off family in this country adopt one under privileged kid and support him or her for life. This might be thinking out loud but isn't it possible? Imagine if this happens all the under-privileged would be taken care of. If Members of Parliament can adopt villages for development then why can't each rich, wealthy, successful family adopt a under-privileged kids for the sake of their future?? Isn't it a worthy thought to call the day off and contemplate it in silence and figure out Can't we change one innocent life???  And won't it change the future of our society as a whole, will we not be then a happy & successful society in absolute sense!!?? Think about it...!!!!!

A funny low of Advertising...!!!

Well, everyday when I start for my office first thing I do is to switch on FM in my car and leave to start yet another day. But today something really funny was fed to my ears while driving. It was a new commercial run for MP tourism which drew my attention and actually speaking took a little test of my math skills. Just to explain a bit about the ad, it is about a man who left his girl friend back to travel to Madhya Pradesh and explore its historic beauty. A little or I must say quite a bit funny exaggeration of the advertisement depicts that the man takes 2 years to return as he says there was a lot to see in MP. Now the funniest part comes....(wait for it..!) ...when he finds his girl friend already married to someone and he is being welcomed by a small baby who can very well talk and innocently calls him 'Mamaji'. The girl friend, and now someone else's wife complains that she kept waiting for him and how he took complete two years to return and mean while her 2 sisters got married and she was the last one to say yes. Now my curious mind wants to ask a million dollar question and I assume this could have been asked by the client who approved the advertisement at the first place or if we talk about the experience and specialization, seniors in advertising agency who made the ad could have corrected this blunder, that did someone do a math before narrating the incidents about the girls life?? I mean how can 3 sisters get married within 2 years span wherein the girl in question claims to be married the last and yet have a kid who speaks fluently! I mean did someone really approve this?? The whole irony of the ad sucks my thought so much that it fails to register which state tourism we are actually talking about. It is an absurd height of exaggeration that I cant digest it in spite of being a advertising & media specialist. Pls guys, I know creativity needs thinking out of the box but it definitely need not be a absurd and stupid exaggeration to this extent that it kills the whole idea of striking a cord at customers heart.

Let Us All Be Religious !

If they say love  is blind, it should rather be because when it has eyes, it becomes selfish and obnoxious..... And if love is blind, let humanity also follow the league lest world will not be a happy place to stay. Religion is nothing but a way of living your life, a set of beliefs that you follow , but when you decide to live a life of a selfish person and forget love and humanity you become a atheist no matter how many times you revolve around temples or visit a Mosque or attend morning prayers in church.

Let me tell you a story, the best friend of my mine happens to be a Muslim. When we all were in college and started our first semester, we were still not in a defined friend circle, slowly and gradually as time passed, we all started to form groups as per our common personality traits. At that time, my friends group was as big as ten members and we all used to have food together, block class seats for each other. Boys used to be even better friends and never hesitated to use each others shirts, shoe polish, and for that matter deo and shampoos too. This was the friendship and love for each other. We were still unaware about each others cast and religion. We were just friends, and we enjoyed that. My best friend used to be show stopper among female seniors and they all liked him for his knowledge of travelling and religions specially- Hinduism. He knew everything about what Bhagwad Gita preaches and what exactly led the Mahabharata Yuddh. He had traveled more temples across India than all of us and knew about all the Gods existing in India. He was the only guy whom I have ever seen listening to popular chants of Hindus, 'The Hanuman Chalisa'. His love for religion and humanity was impressive as he could never see anyone in pain or problem. Whenever someone needed help, he used to be the first one to volunteer. This is called being religious. It was the third semester when He told me his full name and then to my surprise he told me that he is a Muslim. I was glad to hear that!! He was the first one who never acted like a typical religious person but his heart was pure and full of compassion. He was truly religious.

You know, sometimes we need to really lift ourselves above the levels which people around us, the society has set for us so that you can actually follow what a true religion want us to. The color of the skin can fade, the memory that remembers what is being taught to us can vanish but what remains for eternity and people remember is what we did to others, how we made them feel good and how many hearts you have won. If we can be a that religious, we are the people of GOD, else the whole meaning of it becomes fake. And truly dangerous for the society.

Everything You Do.....

I like the way you encourage me,
I like the way you make me feel,
While you make those friendly gestures,
Seems like my heart is gonna steal.

Every day, you shower on me,
Those precious gifts that I have never known,
Not the petty worldly things,
But valuables pieces of enlightenment and all.

I like the way you help me out,
I like the way you make me groom.
You are like an Angel for me,
Coz I like the way everything you do.

I know, you want to touch the sky
That's even what I feel too
When you inspire and push me up.

Feels like, I will win over the world 'nd I will, I do..!

My two Guiding Stars...:-*

I often realized while returning from any places, that to part is a sad experience...That's what I realized today after reading a story about a Irish family, 'Going into Exile'. The son Michael and daughter Mary of a peasant are leaving to US to earn their living and to try to get rid of a nightmare of being poor. The most remarkable thing which touched me deeply is Michael's sensitive move...

"Then without looking at their mother, who lay in the chair with her hands clasped on her lap, looking at the ground in a silent, tearless steepor, they left the room. Each hurriedly kissed little Thomas who was not going to Kilmurrage, and then hand in hand, they left the house. As Michael was going out of the door he picked up a piece of loose whitewash from the wall and put it in his pocket."

I often feel the same when I leave back from Lucknow.. Every visit of mine is like a special occasion in the house, Maa & Papa stand at the platform as my train approaches Lucknow station and while the train is still stopping, I see Maa from the window trying to search me in the crowd getting out of the train.... As soon as I step out of the train, Maa's eyes sparkle and both of them hug me tight while dad taking my luggage away....It is a different feeling....seeing them after a long time..

I am unable to understand how time flies while I stay at home, this is what Maa complains every time I visit her....She anxiously wait for me to arrive and then in a flash time passes and there comes the day to leave back....This is the day when Maa is not feeling a happy self that I am still there with her, but she focuses on the fact that I will be leaving in some time.....She breaks in tears thinking about the same and still complaining how the time pass like a blink..... Papa has always been following a ritual of presenting me a bottle of cola and a pack of chips every time he comes to see me off at the station, It's been practiced now for the last 8-9 years since the time I have been away from home for studies......But for me it's not a ritual, for me and Papa it's a kind of  language to tell each other that we care, that we love......

I always miss you Papa Maa...... Your love is immense and far great as I know how you have given me the best out of life and how hard you have worked to see me where I am right now.....



Love to you both my Guiding Stars Maa and Papa...!!

............... 

Indians Die.......But Who Cares???????

He took his last breaths in Pakistani hospital and spent last years of his life in Pakistani Jail. Sarabjit Singh, an Indian citizen who was falsely convicted of terrorism decades back. It was his fault that he lost his way and stepped on to Pakistani territory by mistake and that one single mistake changed his identity and subsequently entire course of his life including his family. He was just an Indian and nothing else, staying in a small village near Wagah border. It was his fault that he was not a big shot but just another citizen. It was his fault that he took a wrong walk!.. who cares if he suffered the punishment of a crime he never committed, Do u?

In India, no government cares who dies where and why. Everyday somewhere or the other, someone dies and pays a price of just being an ordinary citizen. he is a convict of being an Indian, a citizen of a country where dying is a regular affair, who cares?? The Anesthesia in our Government's circulatory system is so strong that it nullifies the emotions and does not give them a shock to see all this. The only one who can be shocked is Sarabjit's family, his two young daughters and his elder sister who fought for him till his last breath. Today on this Unfortunate Day, I feel more terrorized by the reaction of our Government than a terrorist attack cooked up by Pakistan. Home Minister visited his family today to console them on their loss. It seems they are so good at paying visits and then few days later nothing happens. All the consolation & promises just evaporate with a new sun in the sky. And then few days later someone else dies and leaves his history to become a breaking news on our news channels....

What is wrong with this country? Why is it that we are not able to give our citizens which our great leaders had promised us when we won our freedom. Gandhi ji taught us Non-violence but not 'Unjustified Silence' by our Government. Why don't they just act rather than paying visits and not taking an effective action. You know Mr. Prime Minister, by not taking appropriate actions at the right time we are delivering a message to those who are eyeing to take an advantage of the situation. And a recent example we know, China is invading in our lands in Ladakh!!......Are we not alarmed?? By acting so lethargic, are we not sending a message across the borders that we are too lazy to protect the dignity and integrity of this country!! This is HIGH time that our Government needs to wake up and introspect to find out the answer which every citizen is going to ask- Are we safe in this country?  Otherwise, everyday there will be a news of another road constructed by Chinese army in Indian territory and another Sarabjit killed by Pakistani Government..Do You Care??

  

A Walk till Silver Line...

It was 5:30 in the evening when I was finishing a Movie coming on Set pix, "The Moster House" and suddenly I realized that the weather outside had become pleasant like any other summer evenings....I slided the curtain to one side and peeped outside to know if it was raining...It was drizzling though and the change in weather had definitely comforted my thoughts of being alone. I was alone in  middle of 8 people in the house. I thought of taking a stroll and immediately jumped out of my bed to wear my reebok shoes. I wore them quickly and left my room making my way out of the house through the lobby. There was no hustle-bustle, no noise around, everything was silent with a strange stiffness in the environment. It was like a class room environment which is bound to be silent but with lot of clutter going around under the table....But on the face of it, It was silent. It was quiet.

I left the house and came out on the road, realizing that it was so pleasant and why the hell I was sitting inside for so long. Anyway, finally I was out and I decided to take a stroll inside a society called Silver Oaks, I feel it should be renamed- Silver Line. And this I idea came to my mind when I was returning back after completing my long walk inside. The moment you enter the society, you see a lot of greenery and life going on around... Kids crossing you by, shouting and fighting with each other and talking about whose water bottle is better. I started to take rounds around a tennis court where hardly I have ever seen anybody playing tennis but a lot of playfulness was taking place there. Kids were cycling and their grandpa & mothers were calling from behind to slow down. It was life!....I could remember my childhood days of cycling in the park. I had grown up in a middle class family of Lucknow. It is a town where still you find the same kind of childhood if you visit streets in areas near Aliganj. I was feeling nostalgic with all that chit-chat amongst the kids and suddenly I returned back in Silver Oaks from Aliganj of Lucknow when a group of girls passed. The girls were scolding a boy of the same age, "Why do you trouble us, Why do you make fun of us", first girl was talking in a stern tone with the boy. He was not scared at all and was explaining the situation very softly. Girls have become confident and guys pretty soft. Good Sign. It wasn't the case in Lucknow. I was walking in a good pace. Observing the people around. Then there comes the community hall on the left side of the tennis court. Aunties were sitting in a flock and chit-chatting. I am wondering what!...Sas-bahu;-) very obvious!!.....There was this one lady who was away from the croud siting on a isolated bench and taking deep breathes. She was probably practicing meditation. One aged uncle sitting on the bench on the other side of the isolated area, was also doing the same thing as I was doing, observing the things around and getting nostalgic about his childhood probably. Childhood memories never leave you. They stick around till your last breathes and make you feel alive every day .... It was my 10th round now. My pace was slowing down and it was around 8 in the night and suddenly I received a call from a Good friend. The fact about 'Sticking-around' is also true in case if Good friends, they never leave you no matter how old you are or how fast you walk in life.....They just chase you wherever you go:-) I chatted with her for couple of minutes and as soon as I finished the call, the croud in the community area had started to move back to home. it was about dinner time now.....I left back for the house leaving all this life behind......to be silent for one more night to leave by!

Imagination...

Akalpit bhavo ki meri yeh kalpana
Shabdo ki anmol paribhasha
Vistarut akash ki band pakshi ki aasha
Mere akalpit bhavo ki rachna
Majdhar me vichlit navo ki mrigatrishna

Suramya pushpa varsha ke sammohan ki
Pratham varsha se dharti ki bheeni sugandha ki

Sowmya bhavna liye
Pavan kalpana liye

Mere jeevan me tarun prakash si
Kuch naveen kshan  kuch pracheen itihaas si

Mand  gati me vayu prabhav si
Komal chandrama ki chavi akash  si

 Phir bhee kyu

Asprasht  chaavi
Vichlit kavi

Ye kaise hain mrigatrishna !

Achambhit  harshit  bhaav  se
Haru me tumse chaav se

Kaise hain kyun hai ye trishna

Kaise hai kyu hai ye  kalpana
Bhavo ki aparibhashit vandana

Jagrit hoke bhee dekhu 
Kachey dhago ka yeh sapna

Phir bhee kyu haru tumse bar bar
Meri rahe sada vandana

He sabhee achambhit padkar ye
Akalpit  bhavo ki ye kaise meri yeh kalpana....

 

Oh Lord!
Source of my insipiration,
I always tried to do good deeds,
So that I can make you happy,
And so as I get my Happiness...
...
Oh Lord!
Source of my peace,
I lay my everything at your feet,
So that you can come in my heart,
And I can become contended...

Oh Lord!
Soul of my Soul....

Smile Please...:-)

When u laugh & smile...
Seems life is worthwhile...
When u r not up to ur mood...
feels like I am lost in midst of dark woods...
So, Darling now u know,
... how important is ur smile for me...
C'mon..Cheer Up, Cheer Up, Life is gud U see....
No matter wht the circumstances are, lets not lose hope..
Lets be wise, courageous & Patient to the core...
Hand in hand, we will walk a extra mile,
To make the things better, & spread the Sunshine:-)

Goodbye my lover....

Baby I will wait 4 U...

You 'll think of me...!

Go Single..!!!

It's a gr8 feeling to b Single. U get all the time to do things u cud never do due to time constraint. u can read, u can watch movies on laptop, u can paint, u can catch up wid old frends & revive memories, and when u think u r done with all this...u can cry at ur own convenience.! It makes u stronger & immune to life's worst setbacks. So, the bottom line is enjoy every bit of it:)

Someone left these words on one of my post, that I really liked!

In my heart; there's a song,
Still searching..to where I belong

Solitude-the word I love
Coz that's what love meant to me

Still to learn, what I really am,
For I am not what I am.

The search is still on
From dusk to dawn,

I know I'll find the true 'me';
Will scribble a word the day I see..

Lonesome Nights..

Why do I find my pillow wet
everytime when I wake up
I stretch my arms and look for you
Ah! one side of my bed is still made up.

I close my eyes but they never sleep
I inhale all the time but not able to breathe
Bizarre dreams crumble my world
Wish I could reach your hand, unwind & hold..

I Believe...

"I know I am strong,
& I have done nothing wrong..
why to be sad & cry all day long..
When you know u can still sing life’s song

You might have given your hundred percent
And sometimes it doesn’t come back to you
No matter how honestly you try
Guess it's not meant for you..

I take my word, life is full of hope,
I will hold on to it, and not go off the rope..
There are tasks to do & things to ponder,
I will keep on moving & strive for wonders..

Far away at a distance, I see heights,
Waiting for me to achieve..
I stand up, I gear up,
I will bounce back, That's my belief!!"

Waiting....

I am looking at the sky, waiting for you to come back,
I walk ahead, hoping to see you, when I turn back..
And I know, again u will not be there,
Its harsh to feel and so hard to bear..
Sometimes you come in my dreams,
And tell me not to wait..
I m clueless, I m helpless,
But its doesn't fit in my head so straight..
How can I kill the feelings, I fear,
I will be an Assassin, I am afraid..

Nothing!..nothing can kill my spirit, nothing can let me down..I am sure I am going to see tint of colors & splash of joy with whatever I try, n whatever I own...

"Sometimes a pitch dark night with a moonless sky can be so full of sunshine!...and then the sun rises and brings hopeless darkness of dying dreams ... I look at them and say...I will not let them die, I will not let them fade."