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Friday, 28 December 2012

Mission Jannat


Everyone wants to go to heaven.
So I assume that it must be a nice place to be at.
But how many of us have seen it?

Well, we have heard a lot.
In particular; from those folks who themselves have not got a mere glance of it.

Many a time people end-up screwing their entire life for the sake of being at heaven, 'jannat' after they die.  Usually these folks are honest, God-fearing, often sacrifice their own happiness for others and most significantly; they are forbidden to listen to their own heart.

But the question is: what they get out of it?

Oh yes. We can’t discount the weighty jargons like: joy of giving, enchant feeling, being selfless, state of nirvana etc etc (much more like moksh..wow!). However, these phrases suits better in a classic literature or at a devotional speech. The time when these folks are on the verge of dying...all of a sudden they realise a crude fact, i.e. 'in search of the so called heaven, they forgot to live’.

You all might call me an atheist, but I don’t mind to be one; if that’s the way we live, i.e. a vegetable’s life.

You adore somebody; get love and affection in return.
You play with someone’s emotion; get ready to be screwed up by someone else.

There is nothing called as ‘hell’ or ‘heaven’…one gets paid off for his/her deeds right here on this earth. Live your life and never regret for something which made you smile. 

It is a free world and no one stops you to go ahead and gracefully pursue the ‘mission jannat’ game!

Saturday, 1 December 2012

Not always

A beautiful line between triumph and the reverse
Touches the hope and the hopeful minds

An affable welcome to someone
Delineates what you are…not always

Reversible consequences
A quagmire…of trust, verve n ecstasy

A paragon appearance
Crafts a mystique...not always

Reminiscences are more lovable that the actuality
A sealed window...through which I used to see an enchant rainbow

“Memories are good…but that’s all they are
Well…hmm…not always




P.S : Silence is good…the glittering stars, crackling branches, leaves, zephyr, dust and the moon.
All says that am here… me, my lungful of air, my heartbeat and a pair of eyes filled with dreams…

00.53 am, 2nd Dec 2012, Nariman Point, Mumbai