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I can’t claim what I am writing here is perfect & ultimate. This is something from what I heard, seen, felt, thought & understood in my life. Only I can say that the resemblance of any character or incident is co-incidental. My writings are based on the fiction of my mind and not related to anyone.

I can’t claim what I am writing here is perfect and ultimate. This is something from what I heard, seen, felt, thought and understood in my life. Only I can say that the resemblance of any character or incident is co-incidental. My writings are based on the fiction of my mind and not related to anyone.
Showing posts with label literature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label literature. Show all posts

Monday, November 1, 2010

MourN

My father told me about the demise of Prabhakar. I had just returned from a long trip. He was my neighbor and was my senior during my school days. A good human being Prabhakar was a civil servant and was working in other city. He was also a leader of some Employees Union. Father told me to visit his house. When I reached there, there was already a crowd waiting for the dead body. It will take some time for the dead body to reach.  I decided to wait as I did not have any important work at home.

The house was full of people. Prabhakar’s family is big and well known in our area.  He was the only son to his parents. I looked around and spotted Mani Shankar, one of prabhakar's uncles sitting. Mani Shankar was a retired Army officer. Other than visiting the military canteen & the pensioner’s club once in a month, his main past time was to question each and every irregularity and odds of the society and the system. He fought against red tape bureaucracy in all government departments. He had even filed several Public Interest Litigation (PIL) in court to regulate the system and its people. He did not believe in taking the help of middle men called “Advocates” in these proceedings. It was part of his policy and was an economical decision too. In this way he was famous in the locality. Visiting the court was his passion and routine too. There was a rumor making the rounds that he would visit the court even on Sundays and holidays too just to make sure that the court was really not working on those days.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Moan

Duke was playing with a dewdrop on a beautiful morning. When he tried to touch the dew drop, it ran away from him all over the big leaf.  The grass and flowers were damp with dew.  They were shining like gems due to the reflection of suns rays on them. He was not alone over there; one cuckoo was sitting on a branch of Cherry tree and was curiously watching him play.  Suddenly as duke's attention got diverted by the birds coo Kuuuooooooo, his finger ran over the dew and crushed it.  Thus Duke broke the dew.
He felt strange suddenly.   It was a silent valley surrounded by mountains… a vast green grass land with a small lake and a river flowing through the hilly rocks. The shrubs were blooming with colorful flowers making a beautiful contrast in the green meadows. Far away there was a huge mountain…its snow capped peak trying to touch the sky.   

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Morals

The Civil Aviation Authority has presented the investigation report of the Moongra Hills plane crash incident, which claimed lives of 182 passengers including its crew members to the Court of Inquiry. It clearly indicates the disaster was caused by the pilot's error. Black box recordings reveal that the control tower repeatedly told the pilot that he is heading in the wrong direction. Also the co-pilot  asked the pilot very loudly to take the plane up, but it was very late before he could have done it.

She switched off the TV and sat down on the sofa. One person’s mistake can destroy hundred lives. Who was to blame? What fault was it of the passengers eagerly waiting to see their beloved? Hundreds of dreams crashed along with the plane and died a silent death. Some time God too act like a sadist. He punish innocent people for no fault of theirs?

Moksha

                                                  
Pumnamno narakadyastu trayate pitaram sutah
tasmat putra iti proktah svayameva swayambhuva
Because a son of his own, by birth, saves a father from the hell called “PUT” is called PUTRA.
{Shloka ::!38/ Chapter :: 9 /Manusmriti}



Fold your hands and  invite the spirit of your father to give offering and Say……
“Om Agachaantu mi pitar emaam grihantu jalaan jalim”
Remember your  father in mind and be close to his soul
“ Kashyapa Gotra Asmati Pita Shiv Shankar Nath…
Vasuroopa tripyatamidam Tilodakam”
Til ke saath teen baar Ganga Jal daalo ( Pour the water of Ganges along with seasame seed 3 times.)
Gangajalam Vaa
Gangajalam Vaa
Gangajalam Vaa
Tasmey swadha Namaha
Ambika was sitting at the back yard of her house.  For the last two days she had not done any work..  Pandit ji was now waiting outside.  What should I answer him? Mind is hollow….there is something deeply wrenching at the depth of my heart.  The sky was overcast…ready to shed tears???  It was a rainy day toowhen I stepped into Seth house with Ganga mausi.