Quitter or Striker

The moment when you have a picture clicked from so many different angles with one or many different cameras and then just one turns out to be that perfect capture for you; in the very same way, every problem/situation/incident/event/theory has so many different interpretations and just one turns out to fit and associate well with your mindset. We might derive a lot of negative aspect from it, but what seems to make a difference is whether there are any possible positive outcomes that might help better the situation and push us to an explanation that we might never wanted to believe in the very first place. Hence, before we ever conclude our problems to dead ends, we might just want to pause for a bit and look out of every possible connotation it could apprehend to. Yes, we all have a particular view of everything, but we should probably press space for other possibilities to grow. 

For instance, butterflies are such insects that are known for their beauty. But a butterfly in itself can never look at its wings, hence, remains unaware of the beauty that a human's eyeshot covers. Anyways, would it even make any difference to a butterfly if that insect could see how beautiful human beings thought it is. I guess not, because when we despite being in possession of a brain to decipher the right from wrong, are vulnerable to pessimism and life-threatening errors, a butterfly could apparently disregard the admiration of the humans.
It would still engage in drinking nectar from flowers or sustaining on a plant matter. 

Another brilliant example could be any modern art. A modern art does not give you any interpretation of the artist's vision, rather, it provides you a stretch for an innumerable amount of possible interpretations that the viewers might derive from an art. For me as a viewer, this art is probably giving an interpretation of an image of the razor wire hugely circled at the end while started by rolling one with the another in the beginning, circumscribing two lovers in the middle who float hand in hand in between.

Thus, the basic conclusion I want to derive from these examples is that not everything that seems meaningful to us has a meaning to everyone else around us. Sometimes, when life strikes something deeply attached thing out of our lives, it could lead us to an entirely refreshened panorama that we hadn't contemplated worth considering before.

P.S- Well, I never believed in the stuff I have written above until a long term injury forced me to quit few things I earlier thought were meant for me. Also, it allowed me to raise to an entirely new positive outlook after a long negative desperation.

A Way to Meditate....!!

i want to write,
but what i really don't know,
its just that my heart wrote
its feeling a very long time ago.
well, its been more than a year,
since my heart really expressed,
my feelings, faith, hopes,
dreams and even my distress.
Life, love, desire
and the faith to explore more,
remains spirited with my writings,
with them when i soar.
it boosts my spirits, my faith to go on,
no matter how vague things seem,
no matter how unjust,desolate and hellish thereupon.
writing is like a meditation,
contemplation by my heart,
to the mistakes i have done,
to the opportunities i have lost,
nevertheless, it saves me,
from an impending disaster,
because i see my misgivings,
and start afresh much faster.
life has never been easy, neither to you nor me,
but writing has been my stimulator,
something else could be your strength now
or in a near future would be.
Because we all need a push,
not once but many a times,
life has been unfair,
and it will be until you finally climb!!

what you choose....!!!

An Unforgettable Dream

So easy it was to think what you'll do,
So difficult it becomes when you move towards what you opt and choose,
I rethink of what could be the outcome
If things don't turn out the way i want,
It terrifies me, stops me terribly
But i can't help becoming strong again.
For what it helps if i stop n cry,
Things will never change, never will i fly,
To the dreams i have dreamt,
Places i have built in my heart,
 I keep on moving
No matter how many doors are shut,
I pray to my god ,
To show me how to reach,
Because my life seems nothing when i see it without my dreams...

Ishwar Allah Tero Naam Sabko Sanmati de Bhagwaan

Oh! My almighty god,

What do I see, so much pain in the world

Where you let me and others breathe.

Ages have gone, time has passed,

But what is it that degraded status alas,

Of the humanity, of the man,

Of this world, of the whole human clan,

Kindness renounced for covet,

Greed daggered the poise,

Poor became poorer and rich the richer smiles,

One reduced to victim and other onslaughts to joy,

The pain of one becomes a reason for other to rise.

No matters who dies or who get hurts,

This power to rule blinded men to subvert,

The established faith, the purer norms,

Where altruism won over the wicked and wrong.

Love ruled a man and hate preserved for evil,

Joy happened to virtue and immoral failed.

It’s just an old saying, to the future it does not beholds,

Man dissipated himself and sold his soul.

To treachery and debauchery,

To gyp, dirt and witchery

Present is worse than past,

Does future holds more misery?

Wonder strikes my heart

I fear for man and this land,

Is this the world that you had planned?

Still,

Hope engulfs in my heart,

For a better off humane world,

Where corruption and selfish love,

Surrenders to goodness of this earth.

Thy name is Ishwar, thy name is Allah

No matter how powerful a man is,

He is inferior to your strength Insha'Allah.

Give the man a part of your wisest brain,

To fight this vicious and destructive rage,

Only your power is the mightiest sword,

A sword of virtue and truth,

That preserves this humanity as a precious hoard.

Only you propose love,

To this world as a gift,

We believe in you and your strength,

And hope to get through this rift,

Make us wiser, give us brain,

To fight this evil and be more humane.

Oh! My almighty god,

What do I see, so much pain in the world

Where you let me and others breathe.

Down the Drain......!!

Is it a black path?
Is it me?
Is it just a night?
Or is it really gloomy? Torpid mind, lifeless thinking,
Sensitive, caring heart turned deadpanned,
Feels terribly lost in this bleak world,
My life seems to have bland.
I know, this is just a phase,
Things I have lost would be replaced,
Yet this hideous sensation innerves pain,
Ah!! Is it really pain?
Or is it yet another abrogation of a phase?
Whatever it is, could I please break this sense of taste.
This is pretty much a defeat,
A defeat at my own will,
This fight for grip of words,
Seems to me another Battle of Bunker Hill!!!

A BATTLE WITHIN.......!!!!

Lie for lie's sake.

Have you ever been lied by the person you trusted the most??? A lie that is so irrelevant that it couldn't be digested as something being productive. A lie that couldn't be phrased under 'ek jhuth 100 sach ke barabar if it’s not hurting someone'.  Well if you have lied or been lied to, this is for you.

Why is there a need to lie if you don’t want the concerned person to be hurt? Ok!! So you say you lied because the truth must have hurted me. So do I look very happy to find out the truth now?? Tell me were you inspired by a movie or a serial? It wouldn’t have hurted me if you had slapped the truth on my face than lied for no valid reason. Truth seems to hurt but lie seems to break. Truth makes you cry but a lie breaches you away. Once lied believes forever to be lied. Things don’t change from a lie but relation does. Be it a friendship or a relationship.

Don’t lie just because you think the concerned person would be hurt. You never know that the concerned person could hate the lie more than the reason for lying. Tell the truth, show your real side and if someone still accepts you with your truth, that someone is your best friend. Lie does cover a truth for a certain time but it can’t cover it for the rest of your life. The more you try to suppress the truth down, the more it gathers power to come to the fore. So, what is better now… a truth that hurts or a lie that breaks…..choice is always yours…. Au revoir that’s French for goodbye until I see you again….!!!

Relive the experience: 26/11

Watching ‘The Attacks of 26/11’ movie was not only a thrilling experience but also a traumatized one. It frightened to the fact that it was based on a reality. The movie gave an implication that of a fear. One could visualize the terror encompassing the real past. It was to relive the dread trauma.

The first half of the movie revealed the horrifying replicated version of the real-life violence that emerged in several places of Mumbai on 26 November 2008. The ferocious onslaught of attacks directed in the movie readily produced the same terror. It gave a threatening experience of a reality. The shoot out at Leopold café, Taj Hotel, Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus carried out in the movie gave a near death experience of terror happened then.

The second half of the movie focuses on the actions of the police forces to stop the terrorists while the latter attack the Cama hospital. The brutality of these attackers depicted in the first part of the movie remains not only the same but is aggravated with repugnance.

The movie tries to justify with the victims of 26/11 by visualizing the execution of kasab in front of them. It tries to sooth the disturbed sentiments of the whole humanity while advocating the meaning of Jihad and Shahdad of Quran to the attacker kasab by a Hindu on humanitarian grounds.

The story commutes through the mouth of Joint Commissioner as he recounts the 26/11 attacks in his report in front of his senior officials. The storyline captures the participation of Joint Commissioner Rakesh Maria played by Nana Patekar and Kasab by Sanjeev Jaiswal as its major focal points.

The question that could be raised against the movie is that it does not deal with the attacks of Oberoi Trident as well as the Nariman house. Also the movie focuses the execution of Ajmal Kasab, the only terrorist captured alive with the police leaving out the others. It does not display the final assault that ended there because of the operation taken out by NSG Commandos through helicopters.

‘The Attacks of 26/11’, thus doesn’t throw light on the entire incident yet surely captures the fright of that terror that shook the soul of the entire world. The movie is Ram Gopal Varma’s attempt to perhaps relive those tense moments, and pay a tribute to the martyrs who lost their lives while encountering the terrorists.

BEHIND THE VIEW

Was Afzal Guru death sentence justified? Yes he was a criminal, a convict of Parliament Attacks 2001 who deserved harsh punishment. But why his death sentence pointed at the loopholes in our jurisdiction. If he was a criminal, why wasn’t he given a fair trial?

 Guru was one of the accused in the case of assault on the Parliament on 13 December 2001. He was sentenced to death in 2002 and his execution was to be carried out on October 2006 but remained on the death row. His mercy petition, which was pending with the President for long was finally rejected and even before the family of Afzal Guru could get a chance to appeal against the turning down of plea for clemency, Guru was hanged. My question is why a man who was declared a convict, given a sentence to death was kept waiting for his death. It’s not less than a living hell to see your death the every other day.

His family was not even informed of his hanging on time. As per home minister his family was informed a day before execution while the letter reaches the family on Monday long after Afzal’s hanging. However the system later reasoned this much secrecy being a part of security and safety. Even the sources said the Prime Minister told the home minister that it was alright to be tough on terror but the delay in informing Guru's family was not how "state craft" is conducted. The question rises here is were Afzal Guru’s wife and son equally deserved to share the abhorrence meant for Afzal Guru? Was it a justifiable act of humanity? Later, his family was not handed over his body but buried at Tihar jail. What a dead Afzal had possibly done against the court or parliament.

He confessed that he facilitated the plan for the money. He also cried over how he was forced to confess things he didn’t do. Even if he did all things he was made to confess, why and how could possibly a criminal tensed the handlings of the law and order?

The question is not whether his hanging was a justified punishment for his doings but it is why the man wasn’t given a lawyer who could actually enlighten his side. If he did a crime as we all know, he would have anyhow ended up getting a fair punishment. In their petition to the President of India, many social activists and academics point out “The fact that the Court appointed as amicus curiae (friend of the court) a lawyer in whom Afzal had expressed no faith; the fact that he went legally unrepresented from the time of his arrest till his so-called confession, the fact that the court asked him to either accept the lawyer appointed by the Court or cross examine the witness himself should surely have concerned you while considering his mercy petition.”

Thus, was it just the Afzal Guru’s case or every other case goes through such delicacies of jurisdiction? Whether a criminal or an innocent does it anyhow hide the loopholes of the so called law and order? Take someone else’s case and think, have you neglected such apertures of the law and order?

A lie that breaches away...........

Lots of gap between you and me, 
You claim my presence is what all you need. 
i carried that perception and trusted you, 
but my faith was shattered when i knew the truth. 
i believed your sayings because i believed in god, 
i believed that you are pure,a gift from my god. 
A friend is all i needed,a friend to care and love 
A friend to do nothing but help me through my bad luck. 
You lied to me and i believed you intensely, 
was it my fault or your tendency? 
i m so hurt n full of pain 
 wish it were a dream that end the other way 
                                     but its all real,a lie that breaches away.

Dream of my life......

Dreams are so many,

So many the you,

relevance of others dreams,

may not b the same for you.

you run and chase,

you stop and cry,

you try and try,

but the world is sly.

not to loose the hope,

if the shaft of light is nowhere,

being modest fetches you nothing,

after all it doesn't belong everywhere.

keep struggling for your life,

the struggle remains the same,

so what if for some, when the money steps in,

their dreams are often changed.

but for who, the fight is one,

strive remains intact to the dream of life,

nothing changes their dream

no matter how hard it is to survive.

the one wins the race n cherish their dream,

relevance of which to others is unseen,

Dreams are so many,

So many the you,

relevance of others dream,

may not b the same for you.