Still remeber the poen..
rain rain go away
little johny wants to play....
Its Delhi and clean long rain lots of rain with lots of cool wind clears everything inside and outside... Rain has always left me so refreshing.. no matter if I stand and get the shower on me... feel it, or see it... or some times just even listen to it... its soooo refreshing...
this is the only wheteher which makes everythink speak..... and speak so nicely.. the leaves.. the clouds... the wind.... the water... everything says something.. and i feel the effects in my heart...
It says that i am coming from miles and miles to touch your face..
it says that i not only touch your skin but i touch the soul...
it says be as pure as i am...
We few tiny drop makes the world dance..
Make the leaves... the branches... the birds...the winds dance...
And the cloud and the kids all dance on my tune...
I make the earth smell in a beautifull way
as if its in love .. actually its is.!
It is in love and happy and soon produces the green tiny leaves
on which the entire world survives...
It says listen to me... i change depending on whom i meet..
I am different falling on the mud roof... the sound on car is different... the window galsses set a new rythem
the shaft in cieling sound is diferent... the fall on the floor is different... the fall on your face is different..
and listen to it carefully...i am beautifull everywhere....
i am the best music you can ever hear....
I have nothing to say... I love the rain.. it makes me dance!!!!
Monday, July 27, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Y Pain?
there are so many y's in life...
y there i pain...?
y pain is bad?
if its inseperable part of lif y cant we enjoy it?,
y it goes wih a medicine?
y we forget what we underwent once the pain is over,?
y we have to face it,?
y cant we disconnect or mind with our body,?
we suddenly there is soooo much need to be loved while in pain?
y love helps so much though the pain remains.?
y? y? y? y?
y there i pain...?
y pain is bad?
if its inseperable part of lif y cant we enjoy it?,
y it goes wih a medicine?
y we forget what we underwent once the pain is over,?
y we have to face it,?
y cant we disconnect or mind with our body,?
we suddenly there is soooo much need to be loved while in pain?
y love helps so much though the pain remains.?
y? y? y? y?
Friday, July 3, 2009
that's the tehlka article i read last week......(Ref:- see my next post )
A LOUD WHISTLE pierces the early morning silence at the Saraswati Bal Mandir school in West Delhi. A steady stream of young boys in white shirts and khaki half-pants filters down to the grounds. Yoga will begin sharp at 4:30am. Karate, judo, nose punches will follow. At first glance, one could mistake this for a boys’ summer camp. But a closer look, and something else emerges. There are lathi pyramids, hoops of fire, gunshots and lessons about the different stages of war. The boys must learn to jump through flames if their houses are set on fire by “terrorists, Muslims, illegal immigrants,” must know a gun intimately to use it for maximum impact. On their arms and foreheads are bright orange bands with red imprints. For Sandeep Yadav, 15, the son of a garment shop owner in Sarojni Nagar, the orange brings motivation and a sense of belonging. “It charges me up to fight,” he says.
For what? “To protect Bharat Mata.” From what? “Akraman” (Attack). By whom? He stammers. The English. The Australians. The Christians. The Muslims. Probe his newly acquired worldview further and this surfaces: “Hindu girls should not wear sleeveless clothes. That is what Bharatya sanskriti (Indian culture) teaches us. And if a Hindu girl marries a Muslim, her head should be chopped off and the Muslim man’s too.”
Welcome to the training camp of the Bajrang Dal, the youth sect of the rightwing Vishwa Hindu Parishad (VHP). It is a weeklong camp held annually to “instill courage within the Hindu youth and awaken them to their patriotic duties,” says Ashok Kapoor, Bajrang Dal Delhi convenor. “We prepare people to fight on the ground when the need arises,” adds Shailendra Jaiswal, state co-convenor. “We choose them selectively. They must be Hindus and in touch with our local party workers,” he says. The official age is 15 to 35. The 2009 camp concluded in June saw 100 participants. Most come from some right-wing background (their parents are Bajrang Dal workers, neighbours of workers, or perhaps they attend the morning yoga classes held by the VHP in their colony). Yet, this is their first introduction to the Bajrang Dal. Conversations with these children reveal not only how the Dal views itself, but how it systemically indoctrinates its future foot-soldiers. This camp is only the launchpad for a much longer journey. Through the year, other camps with the larger mentor organisation RSS will give the young tribe a chance to hone “intellectual concepts” — the focus will shift from physical training to a more lucid sculpting of the mind. Already, the first dents have been made.
Ask Vineet Kumar, 14, barely four feet tall, the son of a sports garments factory worker, what is the Bajrang Dal? With a voice not yet cracked, he answers in phrases – “Ram Setu, Ram Janambhoomi, Amarnath yatra, hartal, and chakka jam.” According to him, “Pakistani terrorists” were trying to shut down the Amarnath Yatra but the Bajrang Dal rallied every child in Jammu and Kashmir on the streets to protest. At the camp, Vineet learnt a new word he likes to thrust at every opportunity: Virodh (resist) — that is what he wants to do when he grows up. Ask what he will virodh against and his eyes wander, trying to distill the stew of textbook answers fed to him.
THERE WERE speeches: “Be weary of six M’s,” the boys were told from a booming microphone. “Muslims, Missionaries, Marxists, Lord Macaulay, foreign Media and Maino [UPA President Sonia Gandhi’s middle name].”
The warning of an apocalypse: Kalyug is upon us. The Muslims are taking over the country by converting Hindus, by pretending to be Hindu and marrying our women. Hindus will soon be extinct. Already the Muslims exceed Hindus in India. We must remove the mullahs from our country. They kill our Gau Mata; each cow has 2,300 devis inside her. (“We can’t trust Muslims, they don’t even spare our cows, why will they spare us?” says Anil, 14, the son of a vegetable vendor in Delhi.)
‘If a Hindu girl marries a Muslim boy, her head should be chopped off,’ says Sandeep, 15
There were revolutionary songs: Hindu ke hit par janamu, hindu ke hit par mar jaau (Live and die for the well being of Hindus). Ho jayo tayar sathiyo, arpit kar do hazar balidan (Get ready comrades for a thousand sacrifices). Slogans: Shastro mao jayathe! (Long live the arms!) CDs with proof: how the police beat up Dal workers trying to save the Amarnath land.
And when the young brigade was inspired enough, there were chants: Ram Ram chilayange, mullhe kate jaayenge. (Screaming Ram’s name, we will cut the Muslims). And lawyers to explain to the boys how they can avoid criminal charges. No surprise that when the Guru asked, “How we will remove Muslims?” the boys said in unison: “We will cut them up!”
And finally, there was advice for life: What should you do if your house is attacked and you have no weapons? Use motorcycle chains. Bring out the gas cylinder. Encircle the house with oil and light it on fire so the terrorists can’t enter.
What should you do when Muslims move into your area? Find out their background. Start up a friendship but don’t invite them home. Ask the women if they have been forcibly married. Report to the police if they have. “The Muslims in my lane are nice,” says Vineet. “They don’t force their wives to wear the burqa and they allow their children to play. But other Muslims cut up their wives and children if they step out of the house.” In their modest Badarpur home in South Delhi, Vineet’s mother listens in shock. “I didn’t know this is what they teach,” says Kumari Devi, wavering on whether she’ll send him again next year. But it may not matter. Her son has already found his mission in life — Hindu Samaj Seva (social work) — the way the Bajrang Dal defines it.
WRITER’S EMAILtusha@tehelka.com
For what? “To protect Bharat Mata.” From what? “Akraman” (Attack). By whom? He stammers. The English. The Australians. The Christians. The Muslims. Probe his newly acquired worldview further and this surfaces: “Hindu girls should not wear sleeveless clothes. That is what Bharatya sanskriti (Indian culture) teaches us. And if a Hindu girl marries a Muslim, her head should be chopped off and the Muslim man’s too.”
Welcome to the training camp of the Bajrang Dal, the youth sect of the rightwing Vishwa Hindu Parishad (VHP). It is a weeklong camp held annually to “instill courage within the Hindu youth and awaken them to their patriotic duties,” says Ashok Kapoor, Bajrang Dal Delhi convenor. “We prepare people to fight on the ground when the need arises,” adds Shailendra Jaiswal, state co-convenor. “We choose them selectively. They must be Hindus and in touch with our local party workers,” he says. The official age is 15 to 35. The 2009 camp concluded in June saw 100 participants. Most come from some right-wing background (their parents are Bajrang Dal workers, neighbours of workers, or perhaps they attend the morning yoga classes held by the VHP in their colony). Yet, this is their first introduction to the Bajrang Dal. Conversations with these children reveal not only how the Dal views itself, but how it systemically indoctrinates its future foot-soldiers. This camp is only the launchpad for a much longer journey. Through the year, other camps with the larger mentor organisation RSS will give the young tribe a chance to hone “intellectual concepts” — the focus will shift from physical training to a more lucid sculpting of the mind. Already, the first dents have been made.
Ask Vineet Kumar, 14, barely four feet tall, the son of a sports garments factory worker, what is the Bajrang Dal? With a voice not yet cracked, he answers in phrases – “Ram Setu, Ram Janambhoomi, Amarnath yatra, hartal, and chakka jam.” According to him, “Pakistani terrorists” were trying to shut down the Amarnath Yatra but the Bajrang Dal rallied every child in Jammu and Kashmir on the streets to protest. At the camp, Vineet learnt a new word he likes to thrust at every opportunity: Virodh (resist) — that is what he wants to do when he grows up. Ask what he will virodh against and his eyes wander, trying to distill the stew of textbook answers fed to him.
THERE WERE speeches: “Be weary of six M’s,” the boys were told from a booming microphone. “Muslims, Missionaries, Marxists, Lord Macaulay, foreign Media and Maino [UPA President Sonia Gandhi’s middle name].”
The warning of an apocalypse: Kalyug is upon us. The Muslims are taking over the country by converting Hindus, by pretending to be Hindu and marrying our women. Hindus will soon be extinct. Already the Muslims exceed Hindus in India. We must remove the mullahs from our country. They kill our Gau Mata; each cow has 2,300 devis inside her. (“We can’t trust Muslims, they don’t even spare our cows, why will they spare us?” says Anil, 14, the son of a vegetable vendor in Delhi.)
‘If a Hindu girl marries a Muslim boy, her head should be chopped off,’ says Sandeep, 15
There were revolutionary songs: Hindu ke hit par janamu, hindu ke hit par mar jaau (Live and die for the well being of Hindus). Ho jayo tayar sathiyo, arpit kar do hazar balidan (Get ready comrades for a thousand sacrifices). Slogans: Shastro mao jayathe! (Long live the arms!) CDs with proof: how the police beat up Dal workers trying to save the Amarnath land.
And when the young brigade was inspired enough, there were chants: Ram Ram chilayange, mullhe kate jaayenge. (Screaming Ram’s name, we will cut the Muslims). And lawyers to explain to the boys how they can avoid criminal charges. No surprise that when the Guru asked, “How we will remove Muslims?” the boys said in unison: “We will cut them up!”
And finally, there was advice for life: What should you do if your house is attacked and you have no weapons? Use motorcycle chains. Bring out the gas cylinder. Encircle the house with oil and light it on fire so the terrorists can’t enter.
What should you do when Muslims move into your area? Find out their background. Start up a friendship but don’t invite them home. Ask the women if they have been forcibly married. Report to the police if they have. “The Muslims in my lane are nice,” says Vineet. “They don’t force their wives to wear the burqa and they allow their children to play. But other Muslims cut up their wives and children if they step out of the house.” In their modest Badarpur home in South Delhi, Vineet’s mother listens in shock. “I didn’t know this is what they teach,” says Kumari Devi, wavering on whether she’ll send him again next year. But it may not matter. Her son has already found his mission in life — Hindu Samaj Seva (social work) — the way the Bajrang Dal defines it.
WRITER’S EMAILtusha@tehelka.com
India is Roz!
today i had gone forthe film screening f India is roz a film prepeared by some studnets at teenmurti under the guidance of Fakhra my sister.
I am happy an so glad hatsham benegal well know personality from fim industry was also htre as he was th eone who made those 1o chapters of "Bharat ek khoj" i saw a new nehru i saw the relection of wht indi is oday... i was happy
it wasjust a week before that i was going through tehelka magazine and read how RSS has bee spreading communalism in schools there are schools established espeacilly to prepare an army which can figh against islam and crishanity, i could feel goosbumps when i was reading those little stories ad stamtens by a kid of 5 year old bot that when they are asked about their aim of life they say to kill muslims. if our socity is letting sch thouths breed i was sure that the end is near soon. i wondered what would be the end... who can sop this...
today in this band of 100 kids i could see the spark. i am happy that therea re timy minds which understand so clearly about what is development in its true sense who know wat they wnat an what is thier duty, who know that what is being sensitive towards gender (and that gender does not mean women.) i am happy to see how all of us were silent and clapped so loudly to espress that they agree when the groups sand "iswar allah tere janahn me itni nafrat kyou? tera dil to itna bada hai insaan ka dil tang hai kyou?"
i am happy to see that there are people who are there to save the world.
at the same time now i am determind and sure that i am one among them. cant be against them at any cost of course.... but i am not the one who is indefferent towards what is hapening....
I am happy an so glad hatsham benegal well know personality from fim industry was also htre as he was th eone who made those 1o chapters of "Bharat ek khoj" i saw a new nehru i saw the relection of wht indi is oday... i was happy
it wasjust a week before that i was going through tehelka magazine and read how RSS has bee spreading communalism in schools there are schools established espeacilly to prepare an army which can figh against islam and crishanity, i could feel goosbumps when i was reading those little stories ad stamtens by a kid of 5 year old bot that when they are asked about their aim of life they say to kill muslims. if our socity is letting sch thouths breed i was sure that the end is near soon. i wondered what would be the end... who can sop this...
today in this band of 100 kids i could see the spark. i am happy that therea re timy minds which understand so clearly about what is development in its true sense who know wat they wnat an what is thier duty, who know that what is being sensitive towards gender (and that gender does not mean women.) i am happy to see how all of us were silent and clapped so loudly to espress that they agree when the groups sand "iswar allah tere janahn me itni nafrat kyou? tera dil to itna bada hai insaan ka dil tang hai kyou?"
i am happy to see that there are people who are there to save the world.
at the same time now i am determind and sure that i am one among them. cant be against them at any cost of course.... but i am not the one who is indefferent towards what is hapening....
24 Hours To Die
Raj asked Buddha, “Reverend Sir, how come my mind wanders around to forbidden places and yours does not?” “Sir, how come I do back-biting and you don't?” “Sir, how come I don't have compassion for others, while you have?” All the questions that Raj asked were of similar nature.
Buddha replied, “Raj, your questions are good, but it seems to me that in 24 hours from now you will die.”
Raj got up and started getting ready to go.
Buddha asked, “Raj, what happened? You came with such vitality now you are totally dismayed.”
Raj said, “Sir, my mother told me that your words are true and are to be held in high esteem. So please let me go so that I may meet my family members, friends and others before I die.”
Buddha said, “But there are still 24 hours. Sit, we will talk more.”
Raj said, “Reverend Sir, please let me go. I must meet my people before I die.”
So Raj left and went home. Met his mother and started crying. The word spread. His friends came; other family members came; neighbors came. Everyone was crying with Raj. Time flew.
Raj was busy either crying or counting the hours. When only 3 hours were left, he pulled up a cot and lay down. Although the Death had not yet arrived, poor Raj was kind of dead.
When only an hour was left, Buddha walked in.
Buddha said to Raj, “Raj, why are you lying down on the cot with your closed eyes. Death is still an hour away. And an hour is 60 minutes long. That's a lot of time. Get up, let us talk.”
Raj: “Sir, what is it now that you want to talk? Just let me die peacefully.”
Buddha: “Raj, there is still time and our talk will get over before the 'ordained' time.”
Raj: “Okay, Sir . . . say what you have to say.”
Buddha: “In the past 24 hours, did you curse anyone?”
Raj: “How could I curse anyone? I was all the time thinking about death.”
Buddha: “In the past 24 hours, did you think or wish ill for anyone?”
Raj: “How could I do that? I was all the time thinking about death.”
Buddha: “In the past 24 hours, did you steal?”
Raj: “Sir, how can you even ask that? I was all the time thinking about death.”
Finally the Buddha said, “Raj, I don't know who has to die and who has to live. But understanding the ultimate truth — i.e. death — can be very enlightening. All the questions you posed to me have been answered by yourself because of the awareness of death that you experienced during the past 24 hours. The difference between me and you is that you were aware of death for the past 24 hours, I have been aware for the past 24 years.”
i really liked it.... have copied from http://www.gakkaionline.net/Myths/24Hours.html
Buddha replied, “Raj, your questions are good, but it seems to me that in 24 hours from now you will die.”
Raj got up and started getting ready to go.
Buddha asked, “Raj, what happened? You came with such vitality now you are totally dismayed.”
Raj said, “Sir, my mother told me that your words are true and are to be held in high esteem. So please let me go so that I may meet my family members, friends and others before I die.”
Buddha said, “But there are still 24 hours. Sit, we will talk more.”
Raj said, “Reverend Sir, please let me go. I must meet my people before I die.”
So Raj left and went home. Met his mother and started crying. The word spread. His friends came; other family members came; neighbors came. Everyone was crying with Raj. Time flew.
Raj was busy either crying or counting the hours. When only 3 hours were left, he pulled up a cot and lay down. Although the Death had not yet arrived, poor Raj was kind of dead.
When only an hour was left, Buddha walked in.
Buddha said to Raj, “Raj, why are you lying down on the cot with your closed eyes. Death is still an hour away. And an hour is 60 minutes long. That's a lot of time. Get up, let us talk.”
Raj: “Sir, what is it now that you want to talk? Just let me die peacefully.”
Buddha: “Raj, there is still time and our talk will get over before the 'ordained' time.”
Raj: “Okay, Sir . . . say what you have to say.”
Buddha: “In the past 24 hours, did you curse anyone?”
Raj: “How could I curse anyone? I was all the time thinking about death.”
Buddha: “In the past 24 hours, did you think or wish ill for anyone?”
Raj: “How could I do that? I was all the time thinking about death.”
Buddha: “In the past 24 hours, did you steal?”
Raj: “Sir, how can you even ask that? I was all the time thinking about death.”
Finally the Buddha said, “Raj, I don't know who has to die and who has to live. But understanding the ultimate truth — i.e. death — can be very enlightening. All the questions you posed to me have been answered by yourself because of the awareness of death that you experienced during the past 24 hours. The difference between me and you is that you were aware of death for the past 24 hours, I have been aware for the past 24 years.”
i really liked it.... have copied from http://www.gakkaionline.net/Myths/24Hours.html
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