http://indiankanoon.org/doc/709044/
Whether a government grant towards Haj pilgrimage funded by tax payer money violates the proscription of Art.27 against state fostering religious activity ?
Article 27 of the Constitution of India states:
“No person shall be compelled to pay any taxes, the proceeds of which are specifically appropriated in payment of expenses for the promotion or maintenance of any particular religion or religious denomination”.
The Court proclaimed that it would only amount to such a violation if a “substantial part of tax payer money” is used to promote religious activity.
Key Understanding : Money spent on religious activities will virtually never be unconstitutional as it always will be a fraction of overall budget and other govt expenditures.
Impact : Governments will be perfectly free to promote some religions/sects more than others; so long as some token contribution is made to more than one group, no charge of discrimination will be maintainable.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Secularism in India
Secularism as defined in
1. Being a Christian/ Muslim is only considered to be secular.
2. Being secular implies talks of sedition.
3. Should openly advocate freedom from democracy and its clutches in news channels.
4. Should organize protests to free anti-nationals from prison in timely and phased manner including gathering international support via social networks/meetings/road shows.
5. Can indulge in activities like killing, planting bombs, threatening, extortion and other activities of criminal nature including training to do any other things other than the above.
- A person born of Hindu caste cannot be secular, should not be secular and will not be considered as secular.
- The above mentioned conditions should be duly filled in, upon which it will be approved by Indian National Congress/ PMO/ Communists/ regional parties, whenever and wherever possible.
Any death sentence awarded on secularists mentioned above stands “stayed” until his death is natural.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Sam Bhai
Sam “Bhai “
Its midnight past. Sam couldn’t get sleep. The most important questions (!) in anybody’s life have come to him today.
What’s the purpose of life? What are my strengths?
How am I to come up in life? How to earn money, power, and live peacefully?
What is my goal? Where do I want to go? Life’s is going on peacefully till now. Decent pay, good office, good health. But its human being nature’s to think something apart from daily existence in the name of peace, god etc., & strive to attain that. Sam is no exception to it. Sometimes, the divide between rich and poor is so high that rich becomes poor to earn more!! Like any other being who searches his fortune in some other place, he had also decided to move on to a place which think he is destined to. It’s called “Mumbai”!!
‘Jai ramji ki” – words came from white topiwala when train is crossing towards Andhra border. “Jai ramji ki’! Afternoon sun is too hot to bear in unreserved compartment. Kya karte ho ? haan…..bas kaam ! Realization came very soon that broken hindi can only be of little use. Sam couldn’t bear the hunger when the train reached lonawala. He alighted to have a breakfast. Food wasn’t great but it tasted well. First Mumbai meal is good compared to Chennai idly, sambhar. He had made up his mind not to think about Chennai again. Ha…what a boring place !! cunning people, doubtful eyes, chi chi…it sucks, aadmi tho imandar hona chahiye ..south people are not imandars ! He was feeling great that he thinks in hindi ! After all, he has come to his dream place ‘Mumbai ‘!
Pulling his only bag, sam alighted finally before the massive crowd at churchgate. Thought some political affair might be there behind these crowd. Alas! It’s the daily crowd which shuttle between home & office. Quite unaware of this noble truth, he walked down to road thinking what to do next ? Inquiring about gateway of India, he reached there to see how the Englishmen came to Mumbai first! The giant appearance, standing tall, alone made him think ‘ah “! Having Pani Poori & kulfi made him to see the naked truth. Pani poori & kulfi everywhere remains the same. Its water everywhere!
He doesn’t know anybody unlike most of Mumbai people. Traveling all along the pathway, watching buildings he was moving endlessly. The sun was about sign off for the day. He reached spot where two people were exchanging leather bags. He witnessed the event and they saw him. Kya dekta hai pe ? kuch show dikh raha kya ? chal, sale. Though he couldn’t understand the words, he was convinced that they don’t like him seeing the thing. He said sir; I am a new to this place. Any job? I do good work sir. Chal, koi kaam nahin hai hamare paas. He has decided to beg. Being an Indian & Chennaiite begging for favours comes naturally. He started the stuff. To avoid him now, they asked him to meet him next day at same place.
Next day, Sam was waiting for whole day to impress them in evening. They didn’t turn up. Fate is sometimes bad enough to wait & give the worse. The day after next, they turned up with same leather bag. Sam went near thinking they can recognize him easily. They were busy in their own stuff. When he was standing in front of them, the fat guy asked what he wants. Sir, job sir. That day u asked me to wait so waiting sir. He was surprised to see a guy wait for 2 days on hearing his simple words. They decided to take him with them. He was loaded on back of their Chevrolet tavera. Traveling for 45 min, the car reached an individual house surrounded by bushes. He was told that this is the house which he should take care. The house is used for business purposes. Board sign read as “Asif enterprises “. Though he couldn’t understand whatz the business, he was faithful servant. He kept the house clean & look after the garden. After someday, the boss ordered gave him some candle sticks & big glass works to light inside. He obeyed it. It was for an evening party to some fat fellows along with good dance by some female dancers.
chaaron taraf
noor-un-ala, noor-un-ala, noor-un-ala-noor
yeh barkh-e-tajalli andheron ko cheerti
yahaan bhi tu, vahaan bhi tu
yeh roshni kya roshni
noor-un-ala, noor-un-ala, noor-un-ala-noor.
The candle light, dance movements, hookah, story telling eyes, money notes rolling over top & bottom, girls exposed new world to Sam. He was enjoying it thoroughly.
Its midnight past. Sam couldn’t get sleep. The most important questions (!) in anybody’s life have come to him today.
What’s the purpose of life? What are my strengths?
How am I to come up in life? How to earn money, power, and live peacefully?
What is my goal? Where do I want to go? Life’s is going on peacefully till now. Decent pay, good office, good health. But its human being nature’s to think something apart from daily existence in the name of peace, god etc., & strive to attain that. Sam is no exception to it. Sometimes, the divide between rich and poor is so high that rich becomes poor to earn more!! Like any other being who searches his fortune in some other place, he had also decided to move on to a place which think he is destined to. It’s called “Mumbai”!!
‘Jai ramji ki” – words came from white topiwala when train is crossing towards Andhra border. “Jai ramji ki’! Afternoon sun is too hot to bear in unreserved compartment. Kya karte ho ? haan…..bas kaam ! Realization came very soon that broken hindi can only be of little use. Sam couldn’t bear the hunger when the train reached lonawala. He alighted to have a breakfast. Food wasn’t great but it tasted well. First Mumbai meal is good compared to Chennai idly, sambhar. He had made up his mind not to think about Chennai again. Ha…what a boring place !! cunning people, doubtful eyes, chi chi…it sucks, aadmi tho imandar hona chahiye ..south people are not imandars ! He was feeling great that he thinks in hindi ! After all, he has come to his dream place ‘Mumbai ‘!
Pulling his only bag, sam alighted finally before the massive crowd at churchgate. Thought some political affair might be there behind these crowd. Alas! It’s the daily crowd which shuttle between home & office. Quite unaware of this noble truth, he walked down to road thinking what to do next ? Inquiring about gateway of India, he reached there to see how the Englishmen came to Mumbai first! The giant appearance, standing tall, alone made him think ‘ah “! Having Pani Poori & kulfi made him to see the naked truth. Pani poori & kulfi everywhere remains the same. Its water everywhere!
He doesn’t know anybody unlike most of Mumbai people. Traveling all along the pathway, watching buildings he was moving endlessly. The sun was about sign off for the day. He reached spot where two people were exchanging leather bags. He witnessed the event and they saw him. Kya dekta hai pe ? kuch show dikh raha kya ? chal, sale. Though he couldn’t understand the words, he was convinced that they don’t like him seeing the thing. He said sir; I am a new to this place. Any job? I do good work sir. Chal, koi kaam nahin hai hamare paas. He has decided to beg. Being an Indian & Chennaiite begging for favours comes naturally. He started the stuff. To avoid him now, they asked him to meet him next day at same place.
Next day, Sam was waiting for whole day to impress them in evening. They didn’t turn up. Fate is sometimes bad enough to wait & give the worse. The day after next, they turned up with same leather bag. Sam went near thinking they can recognize him easily. They were busy in their own stuff. When he was standing in front of them, the fat guy asked what he wants. Sir, job sir. That day u asked me to wait so waiting sir. He was surprised to see a guy wait for 2 days on hearing his simple words. They decided to take him with them. He was loaded on back of their Chevrolet tavera. Traveling for 45 min, the car reached an individual house surrounded by bushes. He was told that this is the house which he should take care. The house is used for business purposes. Board sign read as “Asif enterprises “. Though he couldn’t understand whatz the business, he was faithful servant. He kept the house clean & look after the garden. After someday, the boss ordered gave him some candle sticks & big glass works to light inside. He obeyed it. It was for an evening party to some fat fellows along with good dance by some female dancers.
chaaron taraf
noor-un-ala, noor-un-ala, noor-un-ala-noor
yeh barkh-e-tajalli andheron ko cheerti
yahaan bhi tu, vahaan bhi tu
yeh roshni kya roshni
noor-un-ala, noor-un-ala, noor-un-ala-noor.
The candle light, dance movements, hookah, story telling eyes, money notes rolling over top & bottom, girls exposed new world to Sam. He was enjoying it thoroughly.
Sam Bhai
Sam “Bhai “
Its midnight past. Sam couldn’t get sleep. The most important questions (!) in anybody’s life have come to him today.
What’s the purpose of life? What are my strengths?
How am I to come up in life? How to earn money, power, and live peacefully?
What is my goal? Where do I want to go? Life’s is going on peacefully till now. Decent pay, good office, good health. But its human being nature’s to think something apart from daily existence in the name of peace, god etc., & strive to attain that. Sam is no exception to it. Sometimes, the divide between rich and poor is so high that rich becomes poor to earn more!! Like any other being who searches his fortune in some other place, he had also decided to move on to a place which think he is destined to. It’s called “Mumbai”!!
‘Jai ramji ki” – words came from white topiwala when train is crossing towards Andhra border. “Jai ramji ki’! Afternoon sun is too hot to bear in unreserved compartment. Kya karte ho ? haan…..bas kaam ! Realization came very soon that broken hindi can only be of little use. Sam couldn’t bear the hunger when the train reached lonawala. He alighted to have a breakfast. Food wasn’t great but it tasted well. First Mumbai meal is good compared to Chennai idly, sambhar. He had made up his mind not to think about Chennai again. Ha…what a boring place !! cunning people, doubtful eyes, chi chi…it sucks, aadmi tho imandar hona chahiye ..south people are not imandars ! He was feeling great that he thinks in hindi ! After all, he has come to his dream place ‘Mumbai ‘!
Pulling his only bag, sam alighted finally before the massive crowd at churchgate. Thought some political affair might be there behind these crowd. Alas! It’s the daily crowd which shuttle between home & office. Quite unaware of this noble truth, he walked down to road thinking what to do next ? Inquiring about gateway of India, he reached there to see how the Englishmen came to Mumbai first! The giant appearance, standing tall, alone made him think ‘ah “! Having Pani Poori & kulfi made him to see the naked truth. Pani poori & kulfi everywhere remains the same. Its water everywhere!
He doesn’t know anybody unlike most of Mumbai people. Traveling all along the pathway, watching buildings he was moving endlessly. The sun was about sign off for the day. He reached spot where two people were exchanging leather bags. He witnessed the event and they saw him. Kya dekta hai pe ? kuch show dikh raha kya ? chal, sale. Though he couldn’t understand the words, he was convinced that they don’t like him seeing the thing. He said sir; I am a new to this place. Any job? I do good work sir. Chal, koi kaam nahin hai hamare paas. He has decided to beg. Being an Indian & Chennaiite begging for favours comes naturally. He started the stuff. To avoid him now, they asked him to meet him next day at same place.
Next day, Sam was waiting for whole day to impress them in evening. They didn’t turn up. Fate is sometimes bad enough to wait & give the worse. The day after next, they turned up with same leather bag. Sam went near thinking they can recognize him easily. They were busy in their own stuff. When he was standing in front of them, the fat guy asked what he wants. Sir, job sir. That day u asked me to wait so waiting sir. He was surprised to see a guy wait for 2 days on hearing his simple words. They decided to take him with them. He was loaded on back of their Chevrolet tavera. Traveling for 45 min, the car reached an individual house surrounded by bushes. He was told that this is the house which he should take care. The house is used for business purposes. Board sign read as “Asif enterprises “. Though he couldn’t understand whatz the business, he was faithful servant. He kept the house clean & look after the garden. After someday, the boss ordered gave him some candle sticks & big glass works to light inside. He obeyed it. It was for an evening party to some fat fellows along with good dance by some female dancers.
chaaron taraf
noor-un-ala, noor-un-ala, noor-un-ala-noor
yeh barkh-e-tajalli andheron ko cheerti
yahaan bhi tu, vahaan bhi tu
yeh roshni kya roshni
noor-un-ala, noor-un-ala, noor-un-ala-noor.
The candle light, dance movements, hookah, story telling eyes, money notes rolling over top & bottom, girls exposed new world to Sam. He was enjoying it thoroughly. He was helping
Its midnight past. Sam couldn’t get sleep. The most important questions (!) in anybody’s life have come to him today.
What’s the purpose of life? What are my strengths?
How am I to come up in life? How to earn money, power, and live peacefully?
What is my goal? Where do I want to go? Life’s is going on peacefully till now. Decent pay, good office, good health. But its human being nature’s to think something apart from daily existence in the name of peace, god etc., & strive to attain that. Sam is no exception to it. Sometimes, the divide between rich and poor is so high that rich becomes poor to earn more!! Like any other being who searches his fortune in some other place, he had also decided to move on to a place which think he is destined to. It’s called “Mumbai”!!
‘Jai ramji ki” – words came from white topiwala when train is crossing towards Andhra border. “Jai ramji ki’! Afternoon sun is too hot to bear in unreserved compartment. Kya karte ho ? haan…..bas kaam ! Realization came very soon that broken hindi can only be of little use. Sam couldn’t bear the hunger when the train reached lonawala. He alighted to have a breakfast. Food wasn’t great but it tasted well. First Mumbai meal is good compared to Chennai idly, sambhar. He had made up his mind not to think about Chennai again. Ha…what a boring place !! cunning people, doubtful eyes, chi chi…it sucks, aadmi tho imandar hona chahiye ..south people are not imandars ! He was feeling great that he thinks in hindi ! After all, he has come to his dream place ‘Mumbai ‘!
Pulling his only bag, sam alighted finally before the massive crowd at churchgate. Thought some political affair might be there behind these crowd. Alas! It’s the daily crowd which shuttle between home & office. Quite unaware of this noble truth, he walked down to road thinking what to do next ? Inquiring about gateway of India, he reached there to see how the Englishmen came to Mumbai first! The giant appearance, standing tall, alone made him think ‘ah “! Having Pani Poori & kulfi made him to see the naked truth. Pani poori & kulfi everywhere remains the same. Its water everywhere!
He doesn’t know anybody unlike most of Mumbai people. Traveling all along the pathway, watching buildings he was moving endlessly. The sun was about sign off for the day. He reached spot where two people were exchanging leather bags. He witnessed the event and they saw him. Kya dekta hai pe ? kuch show dikh raha kya ? chal, sale. Though he couldn’t understand the words, he was convinced that they don’t like him seeing the thing. He said sir; I am a new to this place. Any job? I do good work sir. Chal, koi kaam nahin hai hamare paas. He has decided to beg. Being an Indian & Chennaiite begging for favours comes naturally. He started the stuff. To avoid him now, they asked him to meet him next day at same place.
Next day, Sam was waiting for whole day to impress them in evening. They didn’t turn up. Fate is sometimes bad enough to wait & give the worse. The day after next, they turned up with same leather bag. Sam went near thinking they can recognize him easily. They were busy in their own stuff. When he was standing in front of them, the fat guy asked what he wants. Sir, job sir. That day u asked me to wait so waiting sir. He was surprised to see a guy wait for 2 days on hearing his simple words. They decided to take him with them. He was loaded on back of their Chevrolet tavera. Traveling for 45 min, the car reached an individual house surrounded by bushes. He was told that this is the house which he should take care. The house is used for business purposes. Board sign read as “Asif enterprises “. Though he couldn’t understand whatz the business, he was faithful servant. He kept the house clean & look after the garden. After someday, the boss ordered gave him some candle sticks & big glass works to light inside. He obeyed it. It was for an evening party to some fat fellows along with good dance by some female dancers.
chaaron taraf
noor-un-ala, noor-un-ala, noor-un-ala-noor
yeh barkh-e-tajalli andheron ko cheerti
yahaan bhi tu, vahaan bhi tu
yeh roshni kya roshni
noor-un-ala, noor-un-ala, noor-un-ala-noor.
The candle light, dance movements, hookah, story telling eyes, money notes rolling over top & bottom, girls exposed new world to Sam. He was enjoying it thoroughly. He was helping
Sunday, September 23, 2007
First Love
Life isn’t the same through out. It changes its course like water in which human beings like we, aren’t aware of its swing & tends to realize it later that we are far away. Intellects are those who are aware of its swing & swim along the same direction making the most of waves without knowing where the waves are leading to. Self realized souls doesn’t swim, they just float. Life is a mystic river, those who realize how to swim may make it. Friends, may I say swimming is an art which helps to understand life better. Please join me in welcoming Arihant to our 13th batch of swimming……………..
After the classes are over, where his planets decide to cast an eye on Venus he came across Pooja, Co-swim-amateur. Trying to let her cycle get out of stand. After helping, he realized physics is the fundamental truth; chemistry is the weapon leading to it, while biology makes it possible.
School days aren’t fun for everybody. Spontaneous memory loss during weekend’s making Monday always D-day to begin with! Thought of all natural scenes on the way wishing I could be tree to stand tall throughout life. “Tree isn’t tree. Word is not the thing. It’s what we generally associate with. But fact is different………. “Arihaaant, a shout from Moral science Teacher wake him up. What r u dreaming off boy? Can you repeat what I have said last? To begin with, Tree isn’t tree! Sit down.
“Things haven’t been the same since you came into my life,
U found a way to touch my soul &I’ll never ever let it go”.
Mornings are wonderful. Pooja, came in a black dress today made arihant think is there a flower in black. If its so, is it Poo? Mysterious are the ways of love. Comes uninvited it alters atom. News began to spread like wildfire in school that Arihant is in love with Pooja. It has been decided to send a letter explaining what he suffers, what he may suffer, what suffering is & asking whether she also suffers! Containing double negatives, it doesn’t seem to be an impressive note in the eyes of Bhargav, Arihant’s close pal. Hence, it was decided to write a “sonnet” as it will aptly match her age. Onerous of fulfilling this insurmountable task fell on the head of Sam, a dream nut.
“There came a star from galaxy,
To witness earth, its beings & to spread love…
Named as flower, its also nicknamed as “Pooja”,
Her voice touching the chords of eternity,
Smile evoking a spark on the spine,
Beautiful face, fresh as rose,
Darkness may not stand this light,
Her breeze makes wind stop breathing,
Water dying to fall her feet,
She is the moon in the morning, sun in the night.
Arihant, proposing to this beauty
“Thy” send me to love,
Protect her from evil,
Stand by her side to fulfill her dreams, aspirations.
Nourish her with love, love, love
May I be allowed to do my duty?”
Approving its draft, it was taken to school temple in the evening, to have god’s blessings. Having done so, arihant went to her house to hand over his life personally!
Making him ease, she inquired about the purpose. He said his spirit has been raised on seeing her & the letter says rest.
Quite amused by his words she read it. His heart rose to its peek when she read it & had a smile on her face. She said she doesn’t have any feelings towards him like this & she doesn’t know what love is. (Does anybody?) However, she quoted she likes him.
Life is simple but words makes it complicate to live with. Language is deficient enough to convey feelings, to make people understand better.
An emergency meeting was called at Arihant’s house 9 p.m. to decide further course of action. Appreciating his bravery, the team concluded to maintain the ‘status quo’ to keeps their universe moving.
Swimming classes were nearing its end witnessing Arihant as swimmer with water level being considerably low & his water raises high on seeing poo swimming across. Experiencing feelings at its fullest is possible at this age only & he’s blessed with the stuff.
There seems to be sort of loneliness associated with him now-a-days. He thought that’s peace, Poo. Thinking of her, he lives, eats, sleeps, reads. His world is restricted to one being, species on earth “Poo”. Whenever he was given anything, he gave it to her insider his heart & began to talk with her endlessly about all the things on earth. She is growing in him fast. Space within began to shrink. Clouds always had a message, Birds called him “P.Arihant”. Notebooks begin to see her name on their body. Marking as a symbol of love, he scratched his wrist with blade cutting it as “P”. Her name is the most cherished, precious name in his vocabulary making his friends to laugh with. Poo was his jam, sugar & cheese! But bread isn’t love. It’s Science.
He began to enter her world. She thought of his charm, beauty & dying feeling towards her. As a natural being she ignored a dying feeling man! Though he isn’t smart enough to impress her always but he is honest. Liking somebody isn’t a superficial thing. It comes naturally. Nature always lives. He began to live in her naturally. She decided to wave a green flag to their relationship. She decided to say her feeling on his b’day.
Life is cruel enough to have its own way. Stealing others feelings, it moves across with pride. On his b’day she decided to offer him a similar letter but power isn’t there to write a letter & hence she decided to say the purest! On a grand gala evening arranged at shop near his school, she was formally invited by his friends. She nervously went to confess her feelings. They were left alone.
The thing happened there.
She said she is in love.
He felt chill inside & in front of thousand of sun’s. Holding her hand softly he gave a gentle kiss. Millions of colour flashed her eyes in a fraction of second & she felt blue. Love is a change agent. Her body balance was altered in a moment craving for more while shyness asking not to stop. He gave birth to a child inside him & she became woman. Shout came from all over & world began to witness another love story to play with.
After the classes are over, where his planets decide to cast an eye on Venus he came across Pooja, Co-swim-amateur. Trying to let her cycle get out of stand. After helping, he realized physics is the fundamental truth; chemistry is the weapon leading to it, while biology makes it possible.
School days aren’t fun for everybody. Spontaneous memory loss during weekend’s making Monday always D-day to begin with! Thought of all natural scenes on the way wishing I could be tree to stand tall throughout life. “Tree isn’t tree. Word is not the thing. It’s what we generally associate with. But fact is different………. “Arihaaant, a shout from Moral science Teacher wake him up. What r u dreaming off boy? Can you repeat what I have said last? To begin with, Tree isn’t tree! Sit down.
“Things haven’t been the same since you came into my life,
U found a way to touch my soul &I’ll never ever let it go”.
Mornings are wonderful. Pooja, came in a black dress today made arihant think is there a flower in black. If its so, is it Poo? Mysterious are the ways of love. Comes uninvited it alters atom. News began to spread like wildfire in school that Arihant is in love with Pooja. It has been decided to send a letter explaining what he suffers, what he may suffer, what suffering is & asking whether she also suffers! Containing double negatives, it doesn’t seem to be an impressive note in the eyes of Bhargav, Arihant’s close pal. Hence, it was decided to write a “sonnet” as it will aptly match her age. Onerous of fulfilling this insurmountable task fell on the head of Sam, a dream nut.
“There came a star from galaxy,
To witness earth, its beings & to spread love…
Named as flower, its also nicknamed as “Pooja”,
Her voice touching the chords of eternity,
Smile evoking a spark on the spine,
Beautiful face, fresh as rose,
Darkness may not stand this light,
Her breeze makes wind stop breathing,
Water dying to fall her feet,
She is the moon in the morning, sun in the night.
Arihant, proposing to this beauty
“Thy” send me to love,
Protect her from evil,
Stand by her side to fulfill her dreams, aspirations.
Nourish her with love, love, love
May I be allowed to do my duty?”
Approving its draft, it was taken to school temple in the evening, to have god’s blessings. Having done so, arihant went to her house to hand over his life personally!
Making him ease, she inquired about the purpose. He said his spirit has been raised on seeing her & the letter says rest.
Quite amused by his words she read it. His heart rose to its peek when she read it & had a smile on her face. She said she doesn’t have any feelings towards him like this & she doesn’t know what love is. (Does anybody?) However, she quoted she likes him.
Life is simple but words makes it complicate to live with. Language is deficient enough to convey feelings, to make people understand better.
An emergency meeting was called at Arihant’s house 9 p.m. to decide further course of action. Appreciating his bravery, the team concluded to maintain the ‘status quo’ to keeps their universe moving.
Swimming classes were nearing its end witnessing Arihant as swimmer with water level being considerably low & his water raises high on seeing poo swimming across. Experiencing feelings at its fullest is possible at this age only & he’s blessed with the stuff.
There seems to be sort of loneliness associated with him now-a-days. He thought that’s peace, Poo. Thinking of her, he lives, eats, sleeps, reads. His world is restricted to one being, species on earth “Poo”. Whenever he was given anything, he gave it to her insider his heart & began to talk with her endlessly about all the things on earth. She is growing in him fast. Space within began to shrink. Clouds always had a message, Birds called him “P.Arihant”. Notebooks begin to see her name on their body. Marking as a symbol of love, he scratched his wrist with blade cutting it as “P”. Her name is the most cherished, precious name in his vocabulary making his friends to laugh with. Poo was his jam, sugar & cheese! But bread isn’t love. It’s Science.
He began to enter her world. She thought of his charm, beauty & dying feeling towards her. As a natural being she ignored a dying feeling man! Though he isn’t smart enough to impress her always but he is honest. Liking somebody isn’t a superficial thing. It comes naturally. Nature always lives. He began to live in her naturally. She decided to wave a green flag to their relationship. She decided to say her feeling on his b’day.
Life is cruel enough to have its own way. Stealing others feelings, it moves across with pride. On his b’day she decided to offer him a similar letter but power isn’t there to write a letter & hence she decided to say the purest! On a grand gala evening arranged at shop near his school, she was formally invited by his friends. She nervously went to confess her feelings. They were left alone.
The thing happened there.
She said she is in love.
He felt chill inside & in front of thousand of sun’s. Holding her hand softly he gave a gentle kiss. Millions of colour flashed her eyes in a fraction of second & she felt blue. Love is a change agent. Her body balance was altered in a moment craving for more while shyness asking not to stop. He gave birth to a child inside him & she became woman. Shout came from all over & world began to witness another love story to play with.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Monday Blues !
Its there...sitting, watching my moments closely...
Occasionally scaring me ...surely..its going to take me away...i am gonna get lost...
caught in a nightmare...thinking of golden days where i had nothing to do....
Time's gone...it has come...and slowly persuading me to come with it...i hesitate, cry, protest ....give up....now i am in MONDAY !!!
Alas..how beautiful life is without Monday !
Occasionally scaring me ...surely..its going to take me away...i am gonna get lost...
caught in a nightmare...thinking of golden days where i had nothing to do....
Time's gone...it has come...and slowly persuading me to come with it...i hesitate, cry, protest ....give up....now i am in MONDAY !!!
Alas..how beautiful life is without Monday !
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