Being A Rebel

It is rightly said that this world is limited to your existence.  But this existence is quite complicated. For someone like me - the existence is sprawled right from the means of living being to some in need and to the society, culture and nation.  I must accept that, many a times I have messed with the priorities of these aspects.Hence, lost on the due course of life. Many companions are lost by cruel hands of nature, many mend their ways out. But I keep discovering myself. Past few years made that phase of life, when the mess was on and personal life was on last priority. Intense socio-political campaign which was started years ago has just yielded power change in India. However, many things have changed. Many hopes are proven myths.  Amidst this chaos in thoughts, somewhere the personal existence has been reckoned. And here I am, back to personal blogs, poems and if time permits some serious research articles. :)

कितनी बड़ी विडम्बना है जीवन की, हम एक बड़े कल की उम्मीद रखते है... और जिंदगी हर दिन सिमटती जाती है॥ सपने हमेँ सोने नहीं देते, और बेबसी जीने नहीं देती... दुनियादारी में मानवीय मूल्योँ की बोली लगती है, देवता बनाने वाला प्यार, बंदिशेँ बना देता है.  अपनी गलतियाँ अच्छी लगती हैँ... क्या हम 'हम' रह जाते हैँ?  या खुद़ से अनजान बन जाते हैँ.. ॥ ~ अमित, १७ मार्च २०१३, लखनऊ (सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित) Sent from BlackBerry® on Airtel

Arranged marriage is -  "While you are walking unfortunately a snake bites you."  But Love marriage is - "Dancing in front of a cobra and singing, chuma chuma de de..."  This joke is clearly telling about the freedom lost after a marriage. Being a single and never married person, I am no idea about happily married people as I have seen them very rarely. But as it comes to marrying someone, it gets very tricky. I think, calculations work in both process. Why to become choosy about things, if you able to spot you lover marry with the person... If not, you have system to find. :) Sent from BlackBerry® on Airtel Shaadi.com Indian Matrimonials

On 29th June, 2012 One more year passed by,  while I remained the one... Staying and counting by. Life has been a space in time.. Where people come and go,  They have to go and they do so. While being me, most of the time, into the thoughts and reality...  I Seldom forgot,  when to dim, when to shine.  It was only me,  lived in dark age and waited for the renaissance..  held on ups and stood through down, Lived through guilt,  Survived thorough innocence  who am I? the dream chaser? or own record breaker... Let it be, imperfect me with myself,  (just like this poem) Incomplete yet total in run, Let life be "coming soon" with fun...

“Ignorance is the night of the mind, a night without moon or star”  ~ Confucius Starting with this quote of Confucius, I wanted to draw our attention on the ignorance we are carrying forward in our daily life. It is not about being a pessimist or being a critique, but an observation from real life situation.  Talking about our society and country... a high level of ignorance could be found at every aspect. It is not only political, economic but also societal and personal. One of the most common attribute to the ‘educated’ class, when you talk about ‘politics’ or ‘public policy’ they make face of disgust. It a fashion and its contagious. They would flaunt it and say, ‘I hate politics’. Majority of them, never go and vote. However, they never miss a chance to cruse and abuse the criminal type political leader who was elected due to ignorance of such people. But they love their ignorance! And you cant convince them to do... not to blame.  The...

I was told, truth prevails... But lairs got most of it. I was told honesty sails, But cheats made most of it. I was told, love wins all, But found it was nothing but calculations... They said, hard work pays, And by preaching they made millions. They call up on to help the suppressed, And they always wanted to be their leader... They call for justice, But saved the 'references' for own self purpose. They call up on revolution, But only as their power solution! Who are they?! Why can't they call the spade a spade?! They are made of all ourselves, The self core means and hidden agenda. The ethics are for 'others' 'Someone else' should speak the truth. Get me rich, suppressed will always be poor... That double faced bastard live though our situational hypocrisy. Let's get it straight, Be the mean but don't lie. Tell the truth that you do sell dreams... Tell people that one's self is best well-wishes. No preaching, no dream selling! Let...

It is often said "follow your heart" and be what you want to be. The examples given are Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Amithabh Bachhan and so on. It is true happiness is to do what you love to do. However, it's only one side of story, the other side always remains in darkness... Just like moon, we only see the brighter side of it. There are millions other who waste their potentials and talent just by following their heart and likings.  No one is a Steve Jobs until he/she becomes a CEO of the Apple. The person remains a broken guy who goes to Hare Krishna temple in search of good food. The point is, you essentially need a success story. There are many talented guys who are much more creative and active but they remain unknown till their last breath - living in a Oakwood banglow of North America or doing some tricks of Dharavi Slum of Mumbai. These guys are no less but things didn't click with them or they didn't think beyond the horizon.  The point is, yo...

17th August 2011, 3.35 AM The whole day I went running as protester, as there is a mass scale uprising in India. Since Anna Hazare was arrested, all of us were very, very angered - therefore protests were organized in many locations of Delhi.       When it came to personal time, I turned to my work - but things where churning in my mind. When the night came I tried remembering past events. I led a similar kind of movement, tried my best to keep it a ‘collective leadership’ model. Thus, I have some mixed experiences from my past. Same things coming in my mind… Tonight in this strange situation I am forced to remain awake for the rest of the night.        I tried earlier to boost-up a friend who is like a younger brother to me - he was in need of spiritual, moral, and psychological support. Since the conversation/explanation lasted long, I decided to stay awake for the rest of the night. First, I Watched a Si-Fi thriller movie, but than I had not...

The darkness of winter is getting bitter...  Soul along with the body trying to consolidate Though, I miss your presence, Yet, I can feel your love  warping me like petals of warmth! Unfeeling emotions we singing when you were beside me. Now singing words are becoming emotionless...  Like a long lonely night,  your absence has drown me in darkness,  Waiting the first ray of the dawn,  to have be my side and to make your my own.  Your advent will cure this cold,  But you got to come soon.... My breath is on hold.    

All adventures and dangers make life interesting, if you are out there alone n cold. You think, you cry, you rejoice, your breakdown... no expectations from someone, no hope for consolation... you got to mentor your own 'run'... and you get out of emotion for further run. The motivation of a better life make the obvious dream... Nothing but a good life is fascinating, and you keep running behind it. You look at others enjoying all fun of life... you console your campaign - 'my life can wait for a good time' and you further run for the dream... and you realize that the running was the only life you had.  

...feeling lost since many weeks... and its has been so deeper that now I am getting the remorse of it. And how helpless I am on it... don't know how to tell it to near and dear one.. don't know how would they react on it.. even if I tell it anyhow. But certainly its like a night for my consciousness! I believe, am passing through the darkest part of it. Hoping the dawn's advent is not so long.

I never did what I wanted to, Hardly have I cared to live the expectations through Time kept changing its dimensions, I guess. Although I was all about thoughtfulness for weak, for poor and for helpless I reached them, though my resources did not allow I forgot the personal things and manners of private affairs, Ignored the hardships and problems of life, to meet my consciousness, to feed my vendetta! Here I am with only one life, and at peak of it, I realized - I cannot do much.. neither can my innocent efforts things will be the same in this world, the inertia will be greater, gravity will be souring. The gaps, the odds have been here... Might will be always right! Humanity shall still fight! And I have just one life, Let it live for a while- No regrets-no complaints- just day and nights!!!