Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Oh Dear! When will you have sense?

Last night while I was reading short story written by Virginia woolf,a sentence caught my attention :Oh Oliver !when will you have sense, my son?. The sentence sounded so familiar as if I had listened it many times. I just gave up reading and started following the flashes of emerging memories on surface of mind. I see my mother seating beside me and pull aside the tuft of curly hairs from my forehead and saying ‘’Oh! Arooj, you again hurt yourself during your non-sensible play. When will you have sense, my dear?

In the very next moment I heard my mother shouting behind me, while I am sitting in the wall trying to reach the upper branch of the tree standing my neighborhood,’’Oh! Arooj, you are gain going to get severe injury, come down my child.

And then I feel myself in the arms of my mother, lying besides her, ready to sleep when she is saying ‘’Oh! Arooj, how much you mischievous you are promise me you won’t do the same things by tomorrow. The last thing that I could recall was the kiss of my mother and false promise on my part.:-)

Now ,when I am grown enough to decide what to and what not to do, I am just longing for such caring loving check that would keep an eye on my all acts and would blow a piece of pray with my every move. But now I am standing among ruthless crowd where people are ready to notice my faults and blunders and none will say

Oh! Dear when will you have sense?

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Where you feel homely


Where we love is home, Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
(Oliver Wendell Holmes)

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Time has changed!

My often depressed looking cousin was looking more depressed last week. He was wondering around without any purpose. Then open his cupboard, and started searching for something. After a while he was sitting in front of me looking inside in his wallet and counting money inside. I asked why he is so depressed and looking at his wallet in this way.

He said that few weeks back his girl friend’s friend got a latest mobile. I asked that what it has to do with him. He said that after having a look of that mobile, his girl friend is demanding for the same model as a gift on her upcoming birthday. The cell did cost pocket money of my cousin of five months (as he is a mere student so far).

I just tapped on his shoulders (as a person with light pocket is not supposed to more than that) and came out of his room.

So this is the mode of action of our relationships. There was a time when for a beloved a single rose presented with love and sincerity was more than everything. A lover spent couple of nights for writing a letter with a perfect description of the condition of his heart. And then time got changed. Letters were replaced by E-Mails and roses with costly gifts. Relationships develop themselves with a fast pace and they have their own requirement for their continuity .In case of my poor cousin, it is an expensive mobile set.Time has really been changed.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Matrimonial Cell

An Englishman celebrating his twenty-fifth wedding anniversary gave a big part for all his friends. But the host was nowhere to be seen. Finally a friend found him in the library, drinking a brandy and staring on the fire.

‘’peter’’ the friend said, ‘you should be celebrating with your guests. Why are you so sad?’’

‘’Charles’’, the husband explained, ‘when I had been married for five years I decided to kill my wife. I went to my lawyer and told him what I was going to do. He said that if I did it I would get twenty years to do in prison.

‘’just think, Charles, tonight I would have been a free man.’’

Sunday, October 18, 2009

No!


Sorry I can’t carry on.


No! Don’t you listen what I just said: NOOoooo!


In daily life affairs, our dealings, meetings and conversation suddenly change their direction and adopt a new path just because of this ‘’No’’.Sometimes we don’t find any way to deal with certain matters and we have to say No. But, sometimes, our lazy nature compels us to escape out and we by the way say ‘’No’’. This single word not only shows simply denial but also shows that we are just refusing to help someone out; we are refusing to create some new relations; we are refusing to enter some new dynamic phase of life. This Single No keeps us away from starting a hell of new enterprises. We think that this No can save us from any sort of tough time. We don’t have to proof anything after saying No. We don’t have to opt any job .we feel that to say NO is very easy .we can use this ‘No ’as a token of excuse.
This is not the matter that yes can solve every kind of problem. But if we become accustomed of saying No; the inevitable coward ingredients of human nature starts exploiting it for its own purposes and makes a man to reject each and every opportunity, friends and relationships offered by life and keep him stagnant within mere slots.

Brave people have the courage to say ‘’yes’’ and then accept the following challenges without presenting any kind of excuse in form of this pathetic word ‘’No’’.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Love needs Love


Love does not survive neglect. Once planted,it must be carefully tended if it is to grow.


Alice Rice

Monday, October 12, 2009

Lone Outsider

We all live in a form of groups. We know each other’s names. We keep on serving others and expect the same in return. Sometimes we ask for help and sometime we are asked for help. The extent of affection, kindness and consideration depends upon the type of relationship we mutually have. We are all related to each other. We are attached to each other. But still every soul is alone standing in the crowd of people apparently involved in each other’s affairs. Every human being is living his/her life at two levels: one for him/her self and other for the world around. In order to satisfy the world around we keep on suppressing the demands of our own self. Rather we keep on drawing us away from our real self. Then the moment comes that discrepancy increased between the face we show towards world and the face we are born with. And we feel stuck between two entirely unlike behaviors. The world keep on demanding new and new faces with diverse attitudes regardless what’s going on in the heart beating somewhere behind this artificial face specially conceived for world? And then the moment comes that we lose both our real face and the artificial one as well. We try to nourish branches while roots start witling. World starts treating us lone outsider and we also become a stranger in our own terrain. Have you people ever suffered with this curse of dual personality?

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Once upon a time!



Once upon a time, there was a king or may be two or three. Does it really matter how many kings there were. Not really...You know why? It’s not the king or prince or may be a fairy that attracts our attention; it is this phrase that leads us towards bygone ages and we feel ourselves in a kind of trance. That is why almost every fairy tale starts with this phrase. This simple phrase has a kind of magic that capture the attention of reader or listener. When I pondered upon the reason behind this magic I came to a certain conclusion. May I share with u? Oh thanks...
You know what...we people are really afraid of time. Time keeps on moving. it never consider any plead ,any reasoning any request and moves ahead regardless of weeping eyes and broken hearts that it leaves behind. This continuous threatening phenomenon keeps a man concerned about his present and scared regarding its future. the confronting tired human beings feel themselves safe when they think about an event or incident that has happened and has become the part of mere past. They believe that past is not as devastating as the difficulties of prevailing present and the worries of approaching future. In this condition, past always attracts them. They can mold them. They can decorate it .They can change it according to their choice. And that's what we human being want’ complete authority''.Its not possible to change our present and future .But we can give the shade of our own choice to our past. Because in this case,’ time has lost its ''ultimate authority''.So it does not really matter that once upon a time there was only one king or two or three.........the thing that really matters is that how many kings we want to be there.....

Monday, October 5, 2009

Ultimate suffering



"Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish in our own."

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Let them play!


Our car was parked under a shady tree in front of a famous burger Point. It was a rather warm afternoon of September.we three :my sister, I , and my brother; were not in good mood .because of severe weather and for not having good EXCITING HOLIDAY , we were not even talking to each other. It seemed that we had just come back after having a long dry lecture from our respective educational institutes other than spending two hours with zoo animals(may be we were mature enough to get attracted by mere wild animals).

There was street just beside the burger point. Almost four to five boys of about twelve or fourteen years of age were playing cricket despite of hot afternoon. Their group were producing laughter at almost every ball and following stork. We were observing their enthusiasm while a hard thing stroke back side of the car.
oopppss! there ball had done its job .I knew very well that how much father is conscious about his second hand lovely automobile that still has the capacity to be known as CAR. I came out of the car ,picked up the ball and started scolding the group of boys. They were really scared but not in position to say in thing in the justification of their act.i was in a mood to say something more as I had found a victim to break my boredom .

Meanwhile a hand gently took ball from my hand and gave to the leader of the group and said, ‘’Go my child and keep it up I saw your style, the way you tackled that fast delivery .it was really awesome’’.i turned around. It was my father. Before that I could ask the reason of this display of unconditional sympathy, he asked to me to sit inside .I was feeling a kind of insult as if my father put me down in front those boys.

Then my father’s gentle voice broke my melancholic thought process.
He said, ‘Dear you know why I did not say anything harsh to them’’.
I kept quiet but my eyes was inquiring the reason.
My father said, ‘you know I saw my own childhood in the eyes of those boys. It was not their bad will behind the act that caused minute damage but rather it was their innocence that needed some place to show itself off in appropriate manner. Their limitation does allow them to afford or arrange lavish playground. But their genius innocence has the stamina to transform dirty streets into a big stadium. This is the start of bright future. How can I check them?. Let the innocence play just let them play.

Friday, October 2, 2009

A Perfect Contrast


How hard good women are!

how weak bad men are!


(Oscar Wilde)

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Soul of Humanity


My face is fragile.my lungs are getting exhausted of breathing.my bones are weak.my eyes do not have the strength to face the lights of the world.the whispering of my folk sound like screams.I am getting hyper sensitive and mere act of insensitivity is cause of killing me day by day.i am standing among the race of never ending progress ,but this sheer struggle of my lot is making me depress.my heart is running out of even a little desire yet i can smell greed every where.i am trying to find a support to hold and to keep myself standing and there are nations,countries,groups,associations,and institutions around me busy in mutual confrontation .but still i am waiting .i am searching.i am looking around without any hue and cry.i am an abstract entity ,and i need a concrete personification to claim my existence in this commotion.you know who i m??.


I am a soul of humanity in search of real human beings

this is called ''Indifferentness''