I Speak my mind

An old monk is sitting on top of a rocky platform. Rock is placed vertically from the ground, at a height reachable to him, so that he can get comfy sitting in Lotus position. He looks like a statue, in his traditional robe. People started coming in. Within days his place has changed into a makeshift shrine. But all this time he was unaware of things around him. Next day he opened his eyes. He was surprised to see such crowd infront. He stood up and said, "sorry for troubling your daily life, I ll shift from here. Please go on with your daily activities". People surprised, "oh Monk we are here only for you. Please help us in making our life a  better one. You are the representation of God itself". He said, "Don't rely on anyone else for your betterment of life. Only you can save yourself". People asked, "oh monk do you not believe in God? Can't God help us all?" He said, "I believe in myself, you should too. As for the matter of your...

It was a lady with a crystal ball. "Come and have a look, to see how love looks like" the lady was waving to the bypassers. Many tried and it painted smiles on their faces. A young girl was curiously looking to the ball, and when she tried, crystal turned all blood red. She was terrified and ran fast by covering her half burnt face.

Both of them were sitting on the banks of river looking up.the ground they were sitting on was lush green with grass and small flowering plant here and there. Little ants were marching in a single line , I wonder, what do they do all day long? Working ? Why do they do that ? What drives them ? Do they ever wonder about where do they come from? What is their purpose ? What is is their story? You ever wondered why they say, to live the life is a gift? May be bcoz, not every living being understands that we are living a life which is a very rare thing in this universe. Hmmm, may be. What if everyone’s life is a story? We all live inside someone else’s mind or their story book. That’s just crazy , you know? Not at all, just think about Santa Claus.The kind of  Santa we know, he lives only in our mind and story books. So, u r saying that we are all just stories ? Yes, I would like to think so. That way it gives me hope. Every story has a starting and an ending with some life tu...

It is raining heavily followed by strong wind. Rivers are overflowing, water is flowing over the bridges making it impossible to distinguish where the bridge ends and water begins. He heard that some houses were taken away by the flood along with people in it. He can see the sea level is dangerously up, almost close to his home. Water is dripping from the thatched roof, floor is all wet. It is dangerous to stay inside, he thought. He went inside his home and wake up his mother. She is all he has. Mahesh and his mother are fisherman folks. Now, the weather being stubborn like this he can't go out in the sea. No one dares to challenge the nature. This much he and his folks know. Because they know, as much caring and giving the nature can be, she could be awfully cruel and unforgiving. So they decided to leave the place along with others. The roads are all submerged, flooding rivers and canals carried back all sorts of wastes that we threw out earlier and dumped it back in to our ...

Everyone likes to travel. Some travel alone, some with friends and families. It is engraved in our soul. Even the laziest of mankind needs to travel. The latter was a reference to me, of course. Traveling with friends are always fun. So me and my friend Vipin, decided to escape from the boring reality of daily office life. The main problem we faced was that he resides at Kerala and I am here in Delhi. After a long lethargic session, we decided to go to Sikkim, the land of serene beauty. We wanted it be a memorable one. we were like two kids who have got their hands on a new set of Playstation, we were at cloud nine. At last....... we are going to be alone, without any worries & responsibilities of the life.  5 th November 2016 It was a fine morning I was having a tea, reading the newspaper waiting for my turn at the bathroom.  My phone rang, it was him, Vipin. I picked up, Me: Hi Vipin: Hi, Where are you? Me: At home, why? V : We are going, right? I...

There are two types of Opinion, Direct and Indirect. Direct opinions are created by first-hand experiences and the latter is conceived from other's experiences. The effect, a first hand experience leaves on you is remarkable. Such was my experience with Delhi Police. I've always harbored a negative opinion against Delhi Police. Mainly due to the incidents reported in newspapers and like as I said earlier, from indirect opinions. And I tell u, this one incident changed all of that. I don't know whether you can look at this incident as an anecdotal evidence but it is. Today when I was in transit in metro, my pocket was picked near Chandni Chowk metro station. It was very crowded and was too late before I noticed. Thanks to the Prime Minister there wasn't much in my wallet. But I have my credit and debit cards in it. I blocked my cards right away, as a precaution. The guy who picked my pocket would have been disappointed and cursed me, such was the condition of my wa...

"Those who tell the stories, rule the world”   - proverb She was fascinated by the story he was telling, she never t ook her eyes off of his face. There is a spark of curiosity and joy in her beautiful little black eyes. One can see the joy and pleasure of hearing the  story spreading from her little eyes to her beautiful face. She loves to hear bedtime stories. When her dad asks her, which one today? She always picks fantasy. She loves to hear about winged creatures t hat rule the sk ies , people who can fly and disappear, A ngels, talking trees and mountains etc. She always wants her dad to be the narrator . She likes his crisp and soothing voice. One day, he came home tired , a hectic day. He refused to tell the story and scolded her for being obstinate. That day she didn’t sleep and the whole night she wept which made her eyes swollen . After that incident, he never dared to say no to her. It was a long hectic day. The whole day went bad for him. He was ...

He was a good man. He did a lot of good deeds during his short life span. He was always happy even though he was financially a big zero. He had the gift of spreading happiness all around. He radiates positivity and happiness. He was kind to humans and animals alike. “His death was a blow to humanity” people said. “God always call back those who are close to his heart”, they say. He donated his organs, for the good of humanity and science. Today, that man is going up in flames in front of those, whom he shared the lion share of his life. He gained his consciousness. Its pure white everywhere, he was stunned, where is this place? “You are with me”, a voice whispered in his ears. He looked around, no one was there. "From I the entire universe has been born", it said. GOD?  why can’t I see you? B'coz I am just a vibration or oscillation or you can call me consciousness. You can only feel me. Courtesy: people.rit.edu   Tell me about earth. ...

Lives of kids are simple. They are like butterflies, colourful and beautiful. Being a child is the closest you can get in your entire life to total Freedom. But sometimes their emotions too can take complex form. But when they do, then adults will be helpless as their emotions outstrip all logic and sense in this world. Its such a story. There were two kids, a little girl named Chandra and a boy named Adi. Both are of same age and in the same school. They were friends. Their love for each other is cute and fresh, like morning dew, unlike the elder people with prejudices and conditions. That day was Chandra's birthday, she dressed like an angel. Everybody loved her. Her smile lightens the night, just like the moon. Watching her smile is a divine experience. He too was there, to wish her a “haaapy bithday” . Adi give her a wide smile. Then they both ran to the gift table to open the packs she was getting. She got lots of gifts. One by one they started to open the gifts. B...

India is the land where history and myth get intertwined in such a way that you cannot say which is which. One of India's gift to the world of literature is her majestic epical wonder " Mahabharata ", attributed to some one(might be one person or many) called Vyasa or Vyas ( Ved Vyas ) which literally means one who dissected 'Veda' (religious and philosophical writings of Hindu religion). Research on this great epic revealed that many appendage had been done to the original text , before it became whole. Mahabharata's impact on Indian psyche is so profound that people consumed every word of it as such.  Characters were being worshipped as role models, like modern day Bollywood stars. As the generations passed by, line which divides the story and reality started blurring. Stories told and retold, appended stories that were not present at the beginning happened, kind of regional versions. Many dynasties and empires came and gone everyone tried to leave t...