Irregular ranting by an Irrelevant thinker

Exactly 20 months of hiatus from this Blogspot . And now I am returning with a piece thought over a period of say 12-15 minutes. Started with a single word 'Existence' and going on typing whatever comes to my mind. Something like a conscious dream sequence, this thing has another trivia attached to it. That it is being typed while lying in the same hospital cabin I occupied 20 months ago, probably the illness has some trophic effect on my neurons, or is this day-ful of plain nothingness that jolts my thought from the depth of slumber to make me commit them to paper.(or blog- as the case is.) As usual. Shittiness in Editing and typing would be ecpexted. And poverty of the content should be more or less suspected. But here it is...... The irregular ranting of an irrelevant thinker . ( Literally !) "EXISTENCE" Rather than contemplating over our existence in this materialistic world why can we just not shut up and enjoy being here, right in the moment, relis...

Just finished reading 'THE WATCHMAKER' a moving tale of love, respect and melancholy. The original work aptly titled 'pavitra paapi' describes the life of a man who's taken the support of lies to do the godliest deed of preserving the ruth. A must read. http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13334909-the-watchmaker This book, a small 180 page paperback, caught my attention while strolling in the Second Amdavad National Book Fair, and I decided to buy it as soon as I read the description on the back cover. " Kedar, orphaned and penniless, comes to Rawalpindi in search of a job. He finds employment as a watchmaker,but discovers, to his horror, that he has taken away Panna Lal's job, whose debts are mountins by the day................" on the very first day of this job, a deadly curse falls on his head from the wrenched heart of this Pannalal who confesses in his letter that he has not left him any option than to die. With this letter...

જીવનભર દોડ ભાગ કરીને, કહી દે શું કરી લેશે ? નિરંતર માગમાગ કરીને, કહી દે શું કરી લેશે ? ખુદા એ આ જીવન તુજને. દીધું મઘમઘતું ઉર્મિ થી એમાંયે તોલમાપ કરીને,કહી દે શું કરી લેશે ? પરસ્પર સાથ-સંગ કરવા, દીધાં તુજને રૂડા સ્વજનો, સબંધ માં ભાવતાલ કરીને,કહી દે શું કરી લેશે ? લલાટે લેખ લખ્યા 'તા, વિધી એ જે સૃજન સમયે , કરમ થી છેડછાડ કરીને,કહી દે શું કરી લેશે ? લખેલો આંકડો છોડી, નથી કોડી જેની કિંમત, એ નોટો છાપ છાપ કરીને,કહી દે શું કરી લેશે ? અહીં શતરંજના પ્યાદા, મંડાયા ખુદ ખુદા સામે, નઠારા પેચ દાવ કરીને,કહી દે શું કરી લેશે ? થવાનું જે બદન તારું, કદીક બસ રાખ નો ઢગલો, નકામા ઠાઠ-માઠ કરીને,કહી દે શું કરી લેશે ? જો આવ્યો છે આ દુનિયા માં, કંઇક તૂં નામ કરતો જા, ઊમર ભર રંગ-રાગ કરીને,કહી દે શું કરી લેશે ? જીવી લે આ જીવન હાફિઝ, હજી યૌવન ના અજવાળે, બુઢાપે રામ રામ કરીને,કહી દે શું કરી લેશે ?

Just came back from Akshardham Delhi. A really marvellous experience. The magnificent construction, the breath taking sculptur e, the fantastic architecture, the praiseworthy management. The museum is nice, but the audio/video shows are sure to win your hearts. Even though the exhibits were similar to the Gandhinagar temple, some of them were better. The Boat ride is a 'must see'. The 'MYSTIC INDIA' entertained me again, despite my having seen it earlier at Gandhinagar Liked the Gajendra-peeth carvings. The marble sculptures adorning both the inside and outside of the temple are extremely detailed. And the Ceiling work- butterly delicate. I'm sure many people woul.d be having neck pains due to looking up the ceiling for too long. The Temple visit ended with the much talked about 'musical fountains'. To be frank, these jets of water didn't impress me as much as the G.ngr water show did . But then, they didn't charge so either. (DI...

It's high time I came up with any fresh Gazal. And a Gazal in English ? Well, that's probably my first time ever. So, here we go, a celebration of Pain and Sorrow ! ! ***** Walking down the path, leaving a trail sanguine. My soles pierced by, these Shards of Shattered Dreams. The thick crimson fluid, on the crisp green grass. A stark contrast by, these Shards of Shattered Dreams. Me limping through the pain, all tears gone dry. Mercilessly they cry, these Shards of Shattered Dreams. The failures don't stop, however hard may I try. Do not ask Why, oh! These Shards of Shattered Dreams. The Sun is set ablaze, the Moon a shabby dull pie. Like Stars going to die, these Shards of Shattered Dreams. The start was Eons ere, the end is neither nigh. As mirages they hurt my eye, these Shards of Shattered Dreams. With each breath I take, comes out an achingly deep sigh. Please stop torturing from s...

ગઝલકાર શ્રી બરકત વિરાણી 'બેફામ' ની સુપ્રસિદ્ધ રચના "થાય સરખામણી ......" નાં ચંદ શેરો જે ગઇ કાલે શ્રી મનહર ઉધાસ નાં સુમધુર કંઠે માણ્યાં, એ અત્રે વિષયવાર ઉપસ્થિત કરું છું - * ફીલસુફી- ઘોર અંધાર છે આખી અવની ઉપર, તો જરાં દોષ એમાં અમારોય છે. એક તો કઇં સિતારા નહોતા ઉગ્યાં, ને અમે પણ શમાઓ બુઝાવી દીધી * ખેલદિલી - કોઇ અમને નડ્યાં તો ઉભાં રહી ગયાં, પણ ઉભાં રહી અમે કોઇને ના નડયાં. ખુદ અમે નાં પહોંચી શક્યાં મંઝિલે, વાટ એની તો બીજાને બતાવી દીધી. * એકલતા - કોણ જાણે હતી એવી વરસો જુની, જીંદગી દોસ્તો એક તનહાઇની, કોઇએ જ્યાં આંસુ લુંછ્યું એક તો, એને આખી કહાણી સુનાવી દીધી. * ઇર્ષ્યા - બીક એકજ બધાને હતી કે અમે ક્યાંક પંહોચી ન જઇએ બુલંદી ઉપર કોઇએ પીંજરાની વ્યવસ્થા કરી કોઇએ જાળ રસતે બીછાવી દીધી * પ્રેમ - દીલ જવા તો દીધું કોઇનાં હાથમાં, દિલ ગયાં બાદ અમને ખરી જાણ થઇ. સાચવી રાખવાની જે વસ્તુ હતી, એજ વસ્તુ અમે તો લૂંટાવી દીધી. આવાં ચોટદાર શેરો લખનાર સર્જકને ઝુકી ઝુકી ને સલામ ! !

I was sitting in a corner in the library, writing furiously in my diary, confessing about all the frustration I felt about the badluck and suffering in my life. As I was being torn apart deciding whether to take the upcoming AIIMS PG exam or to choose a Job to support my family as my father was retired from his job. A senior doctor whom I didn't know passed by my desk, and just out of curiosity asked what I was writing in the thick notebook. I tried to hide my work,but he assured me that He won't look. I replied candidly that I was penning down my frustration on all the injustice my life was doing to me. He put a hand on my shoulder and sat next to me. Told me that the pre-PG exam or the unavailability of job was not that much big deal to get frustrated. There were many worse things which I should be grateful they didn't happen to me. He sat next to me and told me his story, how he had failed his exams twice in succession , and how he was so broke he ha...

હું જ છું, હું જ છું , કરતો રહ્યો હું; વાદળ ને બાથમાં ભરતો રહ્યો હું; સાચો ફક્ત હું જ બીજા બધા ખોટા, ભ્રમણાથી મનને છળતો રહ્યો હું; ફૂલો ની ખુશ્બૂ તો માણી નહી કદી, બસ, કાંટે-કાંટે "આહ" કરતો રહ્યો હું, રોજ સુરજ ઉગ્યો,મને ખીલવવાને કાજ, ને વાસંતી બાગીચા માંય સડતો રહ્યો હું; શ્રાવણના મેઘની તો વાત જ ક્યાં પૂછવી! વરસતા ભાદરવેય બળતો રહ્યો હું; કાલ શું કરીશ એના પ્લાનીંગ માં જ આજથી ય ભાગતો ફરતો રહ્યો હું, સંબંધો ની જાળમાં કોણ ફસાય? હુંફાળી ગોદ માંય ઠરતો રહ્યો હું, સાંજ પેલાજ મે તો શમણાં જોઈ નાખ્યા; ને ખુદ ના જ પડછાયા થી ડરતો રહ્યો હું, જિંદગી છે ક્ષણિક પરપોટા ની જેમ; તોય ક્ષણે ક્ષણે જિંદગી માં મરતો રહ્યો હું...............

15 things you should remind yourself whenever you feel a bit 'DOWN' in life.... 1. At least five people in this world love you so much they would die for you. 2. At least fifteen people in this world love you in some way. 3. The only reason anyones would ever hate you is because they want to be justlike you. 4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even ifthey don't like you. 5. Every night, someone thinks about you before theygo to sleep. 6. You mean the world to someone. 7. If not for you, someone may not be living. 8. You are special and unique. 9. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you. 10. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it. 11. When you think the worldhas turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world. 12. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won'tget it, but if you believe in yourself, you will g...

"I want to go on living even after my death! And therefore I am grateful to God for giving me this gift, this possibility of developing myself and of writing, of expressing all that is in me". - Anne Frank Just finished reading ' The Diary Of A Young Girl - Anne Frank' and my mind is at a loss of words. The picture on the front cover (ISBN 9788189998448) has taken over my senses with her shiny eyes and wide smile. However hard may I try, I can't manage to imagine this pretty girl emaciated, bald and dressed in rags, dying an ugly death in some rotting Concentration Camp of Bergen-Belsen. Its the smile that can never be wiped off that loving face. Ever since I read a chapter - 'quack, quack, chatterbox' in my English textbook in class 7th or 8th -- which was an adaptation from an early entry of this diary-- I've been mesmerised by this girl. I didn't know anything about Holocaust then, but yet, couldn't refrain from be...

I asked today A girl who aspires to clear the IAS exam, what time did the World War II happen. To which she replied : " I think sometime around 1980 " No, I don't wish to make fun of her. I don't even intend to prove that she was not upto the mark in her preparation. I just wish to ponder how much of history has our generation missed learning while cramming our way up to more 'creamy' careers like medicine or engineering ? Why didn't our schools focus more on teaching us the past of our mankind than giving us truckload of bull-shit on calculus and mandalian inheritance which take us nowhere beyond the theory? Why does the common youth cracking the JEE is ignorant of the difference between 'Vidhan-sabha' and 'Sansad' ? Everyone can relate to the fact that in most Indian schools they're giving more pressure on science and maths while sidelining other subjects like history, literature, or civics. I have seen, when a sch...

I will never be a brain surgeon, and Iwill never play the piano like Glenn Gould. But what keeps me up late at night, and constantly gives me reason to fret, is this: I don't know what I don't know. There are universes of things out there — ideas, philosophies, songs,subtleties, facts, emotions — that exist but of which I am totally and thoroughly unaware. This makes me very uncomfortable. I find that the only way to find out the fuller extent of what I don't know is for someone to tell me, teach me or show me, and then open my eyes to this bit of information, knowledge, or life experience that I, sadly, never before considered. Afterward, I find something odd happens. I find what I have just learned is suddenly everywhere: on billboards or in the newspaper or SMACK: Right in front of me, and I can't help but shake my head and speculate how and why I never saw or knew this particularthing before. And I begin to wonder if I could be any different, smarter,...