Essence of Heart

Essence of Heart

Since the time immemorial when a child opens his eyes in this world the first thing he knows is his mother who has given him a new life. The umbilical cord attached to him to his mother who passed her blood, nutrients and even emotions in the womb is chopped off but the relationship he shares from the threshold when he stepped into his mother’s womb starts cementing with every passing moment, every passing second.
A mother child relationship is a cobweb of feelings, which no one on this earth except mother and child themselves can understand. It is a web of complex design knitted by him or her, which no artist can paint (not even god who is the greatest artist of all).
The series of emotions that passes between them is a code no security can crack. After birth when the soothing voice of mother reaches his ears; the smell of her body, the touch of her hair again triggers a new relationship in a new phase. The kicking and giggling of the infant gives mother the heavenly pleasure, above all.
What makes a woman, when she becomes a mother, to do anything for her child? What makes a child cry when his mother disappears from his sight for a few minutes? It’s the passion, the love, which they shared during the nine months and which they share after detaching physically.
This post-natal relationship grows into a bud which slowly and steadily forms the roots first and a tree later. The love of both for each other is inexplicable. Mother yearns when her child is away. A child looks for security in her lap whenever he encounters a stranger. Sure! The safest place on this earth where on can find refuge is mother’s lap.
These small blocks become the foundation of their building. The bricks of moments and the cement of love build their relation. The stronger the base, the stronger their love; such strong, which makes them shudder at the thought of separation. The nightmares they have about their separation depict nothing but love for each other. Imagine that you are trying to catch hold your mother but you cannot; you try to call her and she does not even hear your voice; you are trying to hug her but fail as you have turned invisible to her.
Scary! Isn’t it? The dreams of separation of mother and child may be the theme of most of the dreams, but are nightmarish enough to make every person on this earth feel panic.
Everyone is nostalgic to that feeling. Every human being surely would have experienced this. The child is victim here of this nightmare. Mother also suffers similarly. Remember it, when you cried for your mother. She also cried similarly silently for she also dreads your separation but worried what if you saw her tears! She would obviously not want to show how worried she is and you may not show your yearning to hug her for she may cry. Caring could be an adjective for this relation, immortal could be another. But no doubt, this god-blessed relation would be counted above all and to infinity.
The purest relation in this universe is of mother and child. It is such a relation, which is about songs, not lyrics; about joy, not the festival; about rain and not the clouds and about the answer, not why, where and how!
"Is it fine now?" she asked Will; after she penned down her inner quake.
"Did it calm you?"He murmured affectionately.
" yes" she said eyeing at the piece she had written.

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THE DREAM

A hand appeared out of thin air. No, it was solid perhaps or even solid air. Yes it was. A woman was working in the kitchen perhaps or maybe she was cleaning the store. Bent over something she was completely engrossed in her work. Perhaps she was collecting something. Newspapers! No, Lalita wasn’t sure. She was standing in partial darkness .Light was shot on that woman. Who was she? She wasn’t sure.Lalita tried to come close and maneuvered her movements. Who was that woman she wanted to know.Curiousity drew her closer & closer.The air contained something. She couldn’t understand. She felt a pang of panic somewhere near the left corner of her bosom. Something was wrong. Utterly wrong! She had reached at least a foot near that woman.

“Mother!” she said.

There was no reply. The woman was totally absorbed in whatever she was doing.

“Mother?” As each second passed , as no reply came her curiosity and fear were almost on the verge of bursting-now or later.Lalita was sure she was her mother. But she couldn’t listen to her. She wasn’t even paying attention to the movements in air which were caused by Lalita’s movements.

“Why?” Lalita felt another shot of panic. Something had happened which was completely out of her understanding. In so much dark and silence one could not have ignored even dropping of a pin. Footsteps were much far behind when it comes to the list of ignorance.

“Listen Mother! I’m here.”She tried once again. She couldn’t tolerate much. She moved her steps forward hastily and grabbed her shoulder. But she backed off perplexed. She had touched her mother but her hand perhaps had not felt her cold skin. Had her nervous system jammed? She couldn’t feel anything. She knew there was very much cold in the place where her mother was bent doing some work. She felt as if she was dangling in to air and maybe that was the reason her mother…..? She looked down. Horror had now started melting into her nerves. She looked at her hands and whole body. She was solid air! Not a solid human being. She could feel her transparency. She could see through herself!

“Mother, listen! Mother! Mother! I ‘m here! Look at me!” She screamed enough to make anyone’s ears shatter. But air still remained still and that woman too.

Horror had swept Lalita completely.She shouted her lungs out. Once more she tried to grab her shoulder. She ran again to her mother; to tell her she existed, she is there; she is solid, listen to her. Everything stood still.Lalita by now had exhausted of what was happening. She was trying to hold her mother desperately. Hug her and talk to her, to tell her something had gone wrong. She had turned into solid air, a ghost like air. Nothing worked. She stood aghast. She did not exist for them, for any living being for she had turned transparent. She pounced to grab her mother once again. The wind started blowing with rage sweeping Lalita off her feet. She felt as if she was being dragged. Some invisible hand had grabbed her and was pulling her in the darkness. The more she tried to release herself, the more she was dragged .She wriggled to get out of grip. She couldn’t! She protested .Tears started rolling from her eyes. And then….

When would we get rid of terrorism

The blasts on thirteenth of September in Delhi at Connaught Place, Karol Bagh, Greater Kailash and near Barakhamba Metro Station claimed more than 23 lives while some 110 were injured. This was the fourth major attack in past six months after Jaipur, Bangalore and Ahmedabad. A juvenile group called Indian Mujahiddin took the responsibility of these blasts. Till now the police had suspected Lashkar-E-Taiyeba and HuJi and said that perhaps Indian Mujahiddin is the changed name of one of these terrorist groups. Unfortunately the laziness of police claimed several innocent lives yesterday in the peak hour of shopping and fun when most of the people flock out of their homes. Police, slow as usual failed to track the source of fault while it is clear that this institution has been threatening us to target the big cities in which the Delhi comes first. After juddering three prime cities of the nation once again they succeeded in proving that police is police, we come after them in ignorance. While the shoulder of police should be patted, we should be given ignorance award.

How is it that despite our eyes open we fail to read the signs of uncommon behaviour, despite being warnings issued by government we shrug off them as mere instructions as if we have nothing to do with them. It is us, who load the ‘best’ police of India with the expectations and turn back again to shopping. Our shallow observations and so-called careful behaviour send strong signals to them, which makes us an easy prey. We have lost at least 70,000 lives in terrorist attacks till now but our loose reactions every time to these makes them interpret that we are weak. After 11 September 2001 incident Americans became excessively cautious of their security infrastructure. From training their cops to installing CCTV cameras and tightening their security they did everything, which could detect any susceptible element which could possess any threat to them. Preventing any terrorism in their reign made them concerned about the national security. Moreover terrorism became their main concern after that jolt which we still have not be able to highlight even after suffering so many attacks and sacrificing so many civilians. The third grade police who wield lathi religiously are going to contribute nothing to our pathetic security system. Swaying lathi like a madman would not do any aid. Also our eyes remain glued to flat-50% sales when we stroll in markets never paying attention to the isolated objects and susceptible people roaming around. (Now it’s time to read Allan Pease’s Body Language so that we could identify the basics of human behaviour). There are no strong laws against preventing terrorism and no new technology.

Every time terrorists mock us by fulfilling their promise to target new cities And look at us! After every attack and a new cat and dog chase we give up and go to our beds rather than sharpening our vigil and our security. Why not to learn a crucial lesson from US at least in this topic? The response in bits will make their intentions fly (and later make us cry). This is a very crucial time when we must realize their harmful intentions. The harmony of our people is on stake. Tourism will suffer as a result of all this and development will hinder if we still did not pay attention to this. Thorough investigation and eagle eyes would heal this wound, which refreshes every time terrorism spreads its feet.It is a dangerous demon which should be killed before it spreads its claws and gulp us.

The Irony Of Being Women

Indira Nooyi,Sonia Gandhi & Mayawati have made it to top fifty of World's Powerful women list.These three women reveal the increasing power of women.Indian women has energed as a fearless creature,who is independent,working,responsible & daring.

A few decades ago,these things were not so talked about.Today's women is bold & more confident. But there is a grave need to look through a microscope and examine."My husband beats me,he has the right";these words at first may seem to be the dialogue of a movie of 1970's.Actually these words of a headline published in Hindustan Times are barely two days old.The survey by HT(Hindustan Times) reveal shocking results.47% women justify being beaten as they are afraid of being destitute.They have no money,no job & no confidence either.They are victims of domestic violence.Even their families do not pay attention to their basic requirements( even the basic ones).They cannot protest and cannot take divorce for the sake of their children.

From a long time women are considered to be a burden on the families.Situation has not changed much from then.Girl child is still considered to be a burden.In Delhi,the capital of India,the male-female ratio is around 860 girls per thousand boys shockingly.Girls are still deprived of making their own choices.A news from Pakistan Pakistan deciphers that five girls were buried alive only because they wanted to marry the boys of their choice.Not only in our country,it is the story of many other countries too.The rosy statistics which tell us that the stories about women empowerment, in fact are mirage.When we see with our view magnified we can see nothing else but gender bias.

The bill for preventing sexual harassment in workplaces is roaming here and there from past two years(even a snail moves faster).In August issue of Reader's Digest , a story is published about sexual harassment of a Lady Army Officer by her senior.When protested she was thrown out of her job and the Officer against whom the charge was registered ,was promoted to higher rank.This is the condition of women,not only in India but everywhere .We can see even with naked eyes the oppession of women .In working places they are paid less,made to work for long hours and when they leave, no security is provided to them.

The movie 'Provoked' mirrors the behaviour of male society towards women.In serials they are showed as negative characters and are blamed for breaking homes.In this patriarchal society they are devoid of property.Female foeticide has not stopped yet.After marriage they are pressurised to leave their jobs to 'grow' sons.They are forced to drop -out of the schools for the sake of domestic duties.60% of women are still illiterate in our country.

After all this who would say That India progressing? We are still unable to get rid of our age old customs who take pleasure in suppressing women's desires. We have to make efforts for the progress of females.There is still a long way to go and we are still standing on the threshold.Until this society realises the potential of women power, we would not be able to make actual progress and this is the biggest truth with prevails in this universe.

Communalism on rise in Orissa

Communalism on rise in Orissa From some time there was communal fire brewing up in Orissa.But Swami Laxmananda Saraswati's assassination led to its eruption violently.It was confined to Kandhamal District only;later it spread to all the Districts of Orissa. V.H.P supporters in doubt that Christian community was behind his murder,started burning the Churches & damaging their property. India is well known as a Secular State where all communities live peacefully & share well-knitted connections.The act of V.H.P has brought shame to our country.In the name of Hindu welfare they have targeted other religionswhich has given us nothing but conflict,tension & curfews.One may wonder if they are human at all.Preaching the name of your god,practising your religion is fine;but underminingother communities's & their rights is certainly a no-no.Merely because of a suspicion, harming others is senseless.Empty head is always Devil's home. This is not hidden that V.H.P is always in hunt for new topics to start a new catfight.Orissa riots are fresh examples of this.Their narrow-mindedness has been deciphered.A woman was burnt alive when an Orphange was set up on fire.What kind of protest is this? These people desreve to be beaten black & blue .Majority of people would agree on this point.Only because of these people India is having a bad name.'Tit For Tat' must b e made mandatory for such people & as a result they would think umpteen times before trobling others. If something is done then a proper case should be registered & enquiry should be done.And why Government is not doing anything about this.When it comes for praising about their so-called achievements,they boast,boast & go on boasting. Peace doesnot come naturally.Efforts have to be made for it.It is sad that because of some unwanted 'elements' we are losing it.We must also not lose our senses.By keeping our eyes & ears we will know that all this is done for the sake of dirty politics. Let's not get swayed by these issues.Peace brings unity;unity is the power of a Nation.There is still a long way to go.

Olympics:India's Potential

Hi ! Olympics have finally ended it's 'relay'.How fascinated India would be when her 'Lord Of The Ring' Vijendra & her 'Ace Of Shooters' Abhinav Bindra would touch her soul. For the first time India has made it to more than two medals( The one which Rajyawardhan Singh Rathore won in Olympics 2004 was also significant).

Of course! Everyone is happy. This is the Historical Event for India.Everyone is celebrating,everyone is glad,everyone is proud of Bindra,Vijendra & Sushil Kumar,the jewels on her bosom.The confidence these people have arousen in India's potential of winning the medals in future is inexplicable.Surely , India's potential is infinite; but without being channelised in right direction it would go waste.

Why is it that despite being so talented our sportsmen are often knocked out of such big events? why we moan over the losses when we aren't willing to contribute? The ignorance of our Officials is evident by their absence from Vijendra's medal distributing ceremony. Such a proud moment which embossed his heart when Indian flag was soaring up failed to budge the Officials an inch who always jabber about their contribution to Indian Sports.

It is our ignorance which denies us winning the medals. Lack of funds,coaches,proper training,corruption & pessimistic approach of Government aren't going to help us.Perhaps many our atheletes also don't put their efforts either. Phelps; why not to take inspiration from him & his authorities. He swims seven days a week,eight hours & 33 miles per day. He puts his hundred percent which gives him output of hundred percent.

These three medals finally have rectified our hopes and added flavour of optimism to it.With the showering attention, praises ,funds & popularity on them we can now expect Government to wake up & do something to promote budding talent in our country. There is no lack of talent bearers in India, no lack of potential. In each city, village & lane there are 'shooting stars' waiting for the medal hunt to begin. We need to magnify our view. ( I feel sad for Budhia whose Coach's untimely assasination shattered his hopes for a bright future in atheletics). We are waiting for slow progress of Indian Sports. Slowly & steadily but for sure India's medal tally would increase. Our future is bright. Olympics 2008 is just a beginning. Right input would give us BEST output.Let's expect for a bright future in atheletics.

Poetic mood of "me"

hi people after spending so many days at my home I'm in mood of some creativity.So accept this piece of poetry from me;perhaps this is the best piece I've ever written. How i enjoyed at home I'll tell you later.

In the bin of dust,
Smoked with rust,
I was left alone,
A hush & sob in a tattered robe,
& touch of mum was gone,

Darkening night the one,
Frightening sight the one,
The brittle of hell,
In I fell the one,

Howling the wind was;
Rattling the sky,
Oh ma left me you,
Why? Why? Why?

In the darkness sheer,
I was left alone,
A hush & sob,
In a tattered robe,
& touch of mum was gone,

With rotten water all around,
Heart my deadly shattered,
I was afraid some,
I was afraid some,
Hoping to someone me found,

Asking my pals,
The streets & the walls,
The holes & the roads,
The city & the toads,
The ants & the flies,
The voice of the wise,
The red brown bricks,
To the pillow & the ticks,
Have you seen my mum?
At least once hum?
Tell me oh!
I need her!
I need her!

In the warmth of tears,
I was left alone,
A hush & sob,
In a tattered robe,
& touch of mum was gone,

God oh tell me,
What was m y fault?
Why I am without her?
Why I suffered that jolt!