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...!!

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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....