GHAJINI

I dreamt of her. I dreamt of love, roses and a moon lit night with her. I dreamt of her soft body in my arms. I imagined that I kissed her. So I stood before her and offered my precious heart. She took my heart and I became strangely happy. I forgot myself in between her kiss-locked lips. Her touch of lips penetrated my soul. And as such, I was completely sold to her. I was sold in the love-market with my whole-heart.

After some days I saw her buying vegetables. I went near her. I knew she was mine so I smiled at her but surprisingly she did not recognize me. I could not find what was wrong. I tried to remind her about the love, roses and the moonlit night but she did not say anything. She stared at me as if I was a stranger. On my repeated entreaties she spoke…..”Women are fitted with a brain like that of the protagonist in GHAJINI and you have to bear that. “

Now I left her because she refused to recognize me and I went to see the movie (Gajini) with a big pop-corn packet but now I was WITHOUT HER.  

A CLOSED DOOR DOES NOT MEAN THE END OF ALL HOPES

All said that one deity high in that mountain listened to everybody’s woes and washed all human sufferings instantly.

I climbed step by step to reach that deity. My body ached not because of the arduous climb but because of an injured heart and my pace slowed down not because of the steepness of the mountain but because of a hopeless life.

The journey was painful and very painfully I climbed the steep mountain and reached the doors of the deity. But I had to stand at the door. I could not step inside. I could not see the deity because the doors of the temple displayed a colossal lock. And I stood there gazing at a lamp, which was burning on the threshold, with a small but constant flame.

Frustration and disappointment clouded the mind and with tears I turned my face. However, suddenly something queer happened. I felt that I failed to reach my goal but I was standing high above the mundane world. I was at the top-at the top of a hill. And I could view that the world was all beautiful.

And I learnt, “A CLOSED DOOR DOES NOT MEAN THE END OF ALL HOPES.’     

a broader vision of our own selves

Numerous human forms appear and disappear on world stage. Few find a little description on the pages of history and others fade from the stage like the morning mist. There are a few people who could stretch their rays of influence and inspiration for centuries and set new standards of living a life. In between these two categories of people, one category of people spend their total lives solving or caring for their family-affairs and the other group of people thinks and feels for others’ problems and sufferings. Their sympathy and love for others develop and generate greater capabilities. They become a spark of divinity and kindle millions of hearts with a universal vibe of love and compassion. And the avalanche of pure thoughts and feelings sustain the human race for the future. 

ARE WE EVER THINKING TO RAISE THE HUMAN STANDARDS BY ACTING UPON IN OUR IMMEDIATE SURROUNDINGS? Let us raise a resolute step towards a broader vision of our own selves.

Each moment is a power packed spark

Jindegi milegi na dobara.........the clock of life ticks off. Each moment is a power packed spark. Value it......... Each spark of life can draw a beautiful twinkling star in the sky of human evolution. What needed is but a strong will to overcome the limits that bind the meaning of life......The world obeys him/her who believes in himself/herself. And among the blue shinning stars of life-moments, a good companion will shine like a full moon......close your eyes and feel for a moment that the limitless sky is shinning with the bright stars which stand for your good actions and good thoughts and your beloved's thought/memory is the silvery full moon among the stars........

Just be in harmony with Nature

The white capped waves came dancing & spread at the shore. White clouds floated in the sky’s immense blueness. The reddish sun and its slanting golden rays fell on the light orange sand. Some white pebbles that lay on the sand-bed twinkled. The beach acquired a golden colour and the people moving there looked livelier and more radiant.

At a little distance a little boy was constructing a temple in sand. A big wave came and washed away the sand-temple. The wave went into the sea and soon came another wave. But there was no sand construction to wash away.  The boy gave a penetrating look into the sea-waves. He put his little hands on his waist and paused a while. Now he amazingly sped up his little hands and constructed a new temple for each wave to wash it away. He would construct a new temple with each wash by the mighty waves. He now played with the waves. The waves and the boy’s dexterous hand-movements, synchronized so well that the activity became an enjoyable game.

The sun looked smilingly at the playful boy and with its last rays reminded the boy that he should go home for his evening studies. The boy waved a hand to the waves and walked away……..And the footprints of the boy on the washed up sands wrote, “Life is a game and adversities makes the Life-game more interesting. Just be in harmony with Nature.”