SILVER HORSE

2010-12-08T22:04:00.001-08:00

” Sprouting Thoughts ” is the motto of “Praroha” . Sprout of seed , is the symbol of the essence of growth. It depicts the will and desire of seed to break it shells and get back to life , to grow, to reproduce and to live forever. Praroha is group of same kind of seeds where every thought counts because it has the immense capability to grow and turn into a generation itself. At “Praroha ” every thought matters every effort counts. We are a dedicated team which selflessly is involved in producing ideas, representation which are not bound by boundaries. We create a ground where ideas nourish and grow, spread and reproduce.

Manish Dwivedi

2009-06-01T03:42:00.001-07:00

The first truth is that nothing is lost in the universe. Matter turns into energy, energy turns into matter. A dead leaf turns into soil. A seed sprouts and becomes a new plant. Old solar systems disintegrate and turn into cosmic rays. We are born of our parents, our children are born of us.

We are the same as plants, as trees, as other people, as the rain that falls. We consist of that which is around us, we are the same as everything. If we destroy something around us, we destroy ourselves. If we cheat another, we cheat ourselves. Understanding this truth, the Buddha and his disciples never killed any animal.

The second universal truth of the Buddha is that everything is continuously changing. Life is like a river flowing on and on, ever-changing. Sometimes it flows slowly and sometimes swiftly. It is smooth and gentle in some places, but later on snags and rocks crop up out of nowhere. As soon as we think we are safe, something unexpected happens.

Buddha

2009-04-06T01:26:00.000-07:00

"Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai"

Yeh Mehlon,Yeh Takhton,Yeh Taajon Ki Duniya,
Yeh Insaan Key Dushman Samaajon Ki Duniya,
Yeh Doulat Key Bhookhey Riwajon Ki Duniya,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai.

Har Ek Jism Ghayal, Har Ek Rooh Pyaasi,
Nigahon Mein Uljhan, Dilon Mein Udaasi,
Yeh Duniya Hai Ya Aalam-e-Badhawasi,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai.

Yahaan Eik Khilona Hai Insaan Ki Hasti,
Yeh Basti Hai Murda Paraston Ki Basti,
Yahaan To Jeevan Sey Hai Maut Sasti,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai.

Jawaani Bhatakti Hai Badkaar Ban Kar,
Jawaan Jism Sajtey Hein Bazaar Ban Kar,
Yahaan Pyaar Hota Hai Byopaar Ban Kar,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai.

Yeh Duniya Jahaan Aadmi Kuch Nahi Hai,
Wafa Kuch Nahi, Dosti Kuch Nahi Hai,
Yahaan Pyaar Ki Qadr Hi Kuch Nahi Hai,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai.

Jala Do Isey, Phoonk Dalo Yeh Duniya.
Mere Saamne Se Hata Lo Yeh Duniya,
Tumhari Hai Tum Hi Sambhalo Yeh Duniya,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai

SAAHIR

2009-03-04T04:59:00.000-08:00

Tell me, timeless river,
Flowing past my door,
What was the most beautiful
Sight you ever saw?

With a smile the river
Wistfully replied:
«The black and clumsy boulder
Where I leapt, a child!»

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A rider’s heart is like a fire!
So, young girl, take care!
Fire you can damp and douse
Or arouse, beware!

A rider’s heart is like a knife!
So, young girl, beware!
You can blunt a blade or make it
Razor sharp, beware!

Rasul Gamzatov

2008-12-19T01:06:00.000-08:00

There are fewer days when you feel pretty happy and, feel like you achieved something which was there not in your fate. Since my childhood I have felt that I don’t have wishes (note: there is a difference between a wish and an ambition) .My wishes were always somewhere on the footprints of my elders. Yes even my talents grew like that only. But some days back I bought one camera. After a lot of persuasion from Shwetha . Now I feel this is one of the best things I have done in my life. I feel like capturing things in pictures. Sudden urge to have as many photographs as possible. I have started enjoying so many things. Visiting places. Exploring new colours. It is strange that when I see a beautiful snap I feel like going there. Even if I have not seen that place I imagine that how the pictures of that place will look like. I want to capture more. I want to see them again and again. And no doubt it is one of the most beautiful feelings.
Some days back I posted some of my pictures on one of my company’s intranet and I was really happy when they were displayed in public gallery.

Manish Dwivedi

2008-12-10T20:12:00.000-08:00

kehne ko humesha char baatein rahi,
kuch keh na sake kuch reh hi gayin,
kabhi karte rahe waqt ka intezaar,
aur kabhi waqt humko mila hi nahi,

sochte sochte , lafzon ko dhoondhte
baatine mann mein saja kar banate rahe,
kabhi likh kar kahin, kabhi ruk kar kahin,
kabhi geeton mein hi gungunate rahe,

kuch tohfe liye bahut soch kar,
ki shayad wahi keh sake dil ki baat
par wo de na sake , maiuke mil na sake
reh gayi meri baatein un tohfon ke saath,

aisi kya baat hai, aisi ky hai kami
ki duniya se sab rang khatam ho gaye,
aapki har ek ada, aapka bholapan
humpe kyun is tarah se sitam ho gaye,

MANISH DWIVEDI

2008-08-29T03:11:00.000-07:00

If you want to be respected by others the great thing is to respect yourself. Only by that, only by self-respect will you compel others to respect you.
Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it.
Man is tormented by no greater anxiety than to find someone quickly to whom he can hand over that great gift of freedom with which the ill-fated creature is born.
(Fyodor Dostoevsky)

BUDDHA WE ALL CAN BE

2008-08-26T05:53:00.000-07:00

A dog is not considered a good dog because he is a good barker. A man is not considered a good man because he is a good talker.
All that we are is the result of what we have thought. If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him. If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him.

All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think we become.

Haseen

2006-12-15T02:33:00.000-08:00

hai jo teri hasi, aye mere hum nasheen

khud haseeno ko ,hasne ka inaam hai

tu jo khul ke hasee ,jalti mehfil mein kyun

is hasee se khudai ,bhi badnaam hai

jo jali aag thi ,chadhti mehfil mein tab

utri pal mein magar, ab wo bhi veeraan hai

khoon se bhi likhi, shayri raat bhar

surkhi to ab bhi ,lafzon se anjaan hai.

tune wo keh diya, jhukti palko se hi

teri ye bhi ada, kitni nadaan hai

us pe hi mar mite , quatl bhi ho gaye

baaki bas jo bache wo to armaan hain

diljale ho gaye, dil mein jalte rahe

jalte dil pe na jaane kyun araam hai

jalne waalon ka hota yahi hashr hai

dil ka jalna hi uska to anjaam hai

Manish

GAPPU

2006-12-13T21:30:00.000-08:00

I was always a school fearing boy. School was never a place of enjoyment.
Rather it was a place which I feared a lot. Coz I was a student who never used to do homework timely.
Also I was a bit weak in subjects like science and math .I can never forget that how the chapters of my books
Especially in math and science used to be so much alien to me.
The boys girls in my class scoring good in these subject were always alien to me I never even had an idea that how do they used to
Do all this.

Being the youngest in home generally papa or mummy’s eyes for all these things were never harsh on me.
As my teacher used to tell my parents that Manish is just above average.
No doubt i was in those kids who used to give their progress report card to their parents in the morning just
Before going to school so that they couldn't give me an angry dose for long.

Some times I knew that my parents knew that I was weak rather more than weak student in technical subject.
My elder brothers and sisters were very sincere students. On contrary I was very revolting and very careless student.
“Careless" this word I have heard since my childhood I think this is the most used word for me .

I remember teachers like "Mr. Shukla" my math teacher were nearly second name of horror
My own father was a teacher in my school.
He was very famous teacher very knowledgeable and respected one with a big name (he got best teacher award many times).

But no doubt I was good in some things like I was very good on stage. Very creative. And very good follower of my brothers
Yes no doubt very well at speaking and very talented in many ways and these were some of things which used to shield me from
My being weak in studies.

Teachers like madam Asha Paul (she was my class teacher from my second standard to 5th standard) ,some times i say she was
One who gave base to my creativity and I was blessed as she used to love me like her own child.
Though sometimes my parents can blame her that her love spoiled me too much.

I never had nay dream I used to think that one day I’ll become something so that I can run away from homework and school.

According to my family I was a big time "Gappu" a boy who only can speak good and cute.

Sometimes if I see back down the lane I was very extrovert in my expression but I used to hide a lot inside me and never opened up
Being a average student I used to hide even in my class.

This habit developed something strange in me, I looked different from outside but generally what goes inside me no body knew.
Even I never cared that somebody will try to understand me.

Primary classes were a very foggy time for me I never could made out a track of my own identity. Though as I told I was good
Rather best in so many other things.
I just realized that i was a bit different than others not at all made for studies and this world.

But as I entered secondary sections means to my sixth standard things changed immediately. I got some teachers whom I found that
They knew me rather I say they personally understood my weakness in tech subjects.
And best turning point of my life was MR PG mashie whom we called Perm sir too.
He was very hard working teacher. He was very clear in his parameters of teaching rather I would say my inside weaknesses were
Crystal clear to him.
He taught me for long nearly 4 yrs he changed a lot in me. I started understanding math science.
Even started getting marks in it .A hunger for good marks was there in me because of all this.

But something which never changed. My Fear to do homework and yes the most careless attitude

And these things literally started affecting me the winner turned into a loser very soon.
Because of my carelessness and my own escaping attitudes from responsibilities turned me in to big time failure
My personal life also changed I started loosing on stage and also lost a bit of fire of being creative.
This may be one of the biggest Turing points of my life
I lost lots of confidence.
This time not only from studies but from my own family and social circle I started hiding .
A kind of insecurity started rooting inside me.

I remember at that time I started fearing my own brothers’ & sister and parents and I know very well
I deceived them for so many things so many times. And this was the time when I started lying
I turned into a big time liar which to the date I am. I made my own world and I myself was the king of the same world.
Nobody else was allowed in it.

Most of my lies were not because I wanted to escape things or wanted to save myself from some thing
Most of them were to show off my self. To hide my weakness.

some times I knew that my family is aware of this and they knew this very well and they even warned me for this many times but I kept on choosing the same track for long

But then came the age of responsibilities I was grown up
The time had come to prove myself
In my home my sister my brothers already had proved themselves and the, lies “big time lies” of mine had become the parameter of my judgment
I was trapped badly.
And even things, weaknesses stated coming out.
But his time I had no choice no escape if I had to be the person which I always pretended. I had to work hard for that.
And then I got that my base was hollow empty.
I had no knowledge that how much I have lost just because of all this my pretension.
And then I know how much I had to fight and work to get to some place.
I was then very much aware that all my life I can just make adjustments
And even today I find that I am same not at all changed pretending to be the best but know that again I am searching a room for adjustment.

Manish

One Liners Calvin & Hobbes

2006-11-22T00:09:00.000-08:00

"There's more to this world than just people, you know."

-Hobbes
"Why should I have to WORK for everything?! It's like saying I don't deserve it!"

-Calvin
"I think animals are always so cute."

-Hobbes
"I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul."

-Calvin
"I go to school, but I never learn what I want to know."

-Calvin
"To make a bad day worse, spend it wishing for the impossible."

-Calvin
"You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocketship underpants don't help."

-Calvin
"I'd hate to have a kid like me."-Calvin
"I understand my tests are popular reading in the teachers' lounge."

-Calvin
"If you couldn't find any weirdness, maybe we'll just have to make some!"

-Hobbes
"Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless."

-Calvin
"If mom and dad cared about me at all, they'd buy me some infra-red nighttime vision goggles."

-Calvin
"If you do the job badly enough, sometimes you don't get asked to do it again."-Calvin
"Reality continues to ruin my life."

-Calvin
"What assurance do I have that your parenting isn't screwing me up?"

-Calvin
"Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us."

-Calvin
"I hate to think that all my current experiences will someday become stories with no point."-Calvin
"Girls are like slugs - they probably serve some purpose, but it's hard to imagine what."-Calvin
"Do you hate being a girl? What's it like? Is it like being a bug?I imagine bugs and girls have a dim perception that nature played a cruel trick on them, but they lack the intelligence to comrehend the magnitude of it."

-Calvin
"Childhood is short, maturity is forever."

-Calvin
"If people could put rainbows in zoos, they'd do it."

-Hobbes
"I don't need to compromise my principles, because they don't have the slightest bearing on what happens to me anyway."

-Calvin
"True friends are hard to come by...I need more money."

-Calvin
"Susie, if you want to see your doll again, leave $100 in this envelope by the tree out front. Do not call the police. You cannot trace us. You cannot find us. Sincerely, Calvin."

-Calvin
"Oh, great altar of passive entertainment... Bestow upon me thy discordant images at such speed as to render linear thought impossible!"

-Calvin
"Van Gogh would've sold more than one painting if he'd put tigers in them."

-Hobbes
"In my opinion, we don't devote nearly enough scientific research to finding a cure for jerks."

-Calvin
"Why waste time learning, when ignorance is instantaneous?"

-Calvin
"Leave it to a girl to take all the fun out of sex discrimination."

-Calvin
"There's an inverse relationship between how good something is for you, and how much fun it is."

-Calvin
"There's no problem so awful that you can't add some guilt to it and make it even worse!"-Calvin
"So the secret to good self-esteem is to lower your expectations to the point where they're already met?"

-Calvin
"I don't know which is worse, ...that everyone has his price, or that the price is always so low."

-Calvin
"When I grow up, I'm not going to read the newspaper and I'm not going to follow complex issues and I'm not going to vote. That way I can complain when the government doesn't represent me. Then, when everything goes down the tubes, I can say the system doesn't work and justify my further lack of participation."

-Calvin
"The secret to happiness is short-term, stupid self-interest!"

-Calvin
"The strength to change what I can, the inability to accept what I can't, and the incapacity the tell the difference."

-Calvin
"I hate it when I can't gird my loins with funny animals."

-Calvin
"Everybody I know needs a complete personality overhaul!"

-Calvin
"I used to hate writing assignments, but now I enjoy them. I realized that the purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure poor reasoning, and inhibit clarity. With a little practice, writing can be an intimidating and impenetrable fog!"

-Calvin
"You know how people are. They only recognize greatness when some authority confirms it."-Calvin
"History is the fiction we invent to persuade ourselves that events are knowable and that life has order and direction. That's why events are always reinterpreted when values change. We need new versions of history to allow for our current prejudices."

-Calvin
"It's not the pace of life I mind. It's the sudden stop at the end."

-Calvin
"The best presents don't come in boxes."

-Hobbes
"As far as I'm concerned, if something is so complicated that you can't explain it in 10 seconds, then it's probably not worth knowing anyway."

-Calvin
"Things are never quite as scary when you've got a best friend."

-Calvin
"People think it must be fun to be a super genius, but they don't realize how hard it is to put up with all the idiots in the world."

-Calvin
"It's only work if somebody makes you do it."

-Calvin
"In my opinion, television validates existence."

-Calvin
"Life is like topography, Hobbes. There are summits of happiness and success... ...Flat stretches of boring routine... ...And valleys of frustration and failure."

-Calvin
"Reading goes faster if you don't sweat comprehension."

-Calvin
"What I like is when you're looking and thinking and looking and thinking... And suddenly you wake up."

-Calvin
"There's never enough time to do all the nothing you want."

-Calvin
"The good thing about drawing a tiger is that it automatically makes your picture fine art."

-Hobbes
"You know, there are times when it's a source of personal pride to not be human."

-Hobbes
"I had resolved to be less offended by human nature, but I think I blew it already."

-Hobbes
"You know how Einstein got bad grades as a kid? Well, mine are even worse!"

-Calvin
"A day can really slip by when you're deliberately avoiding what you're supposed to do."

-Calvin
"I'M SIGNIFICANT!...screamed the dust speck."

-Calvin

"The worst part is that I don't even have the fun of doing the things I'm getting blamed for."

-Calvin

"Being a parent is wanting to hug and strangle your kid at the same time."

-Calvin's Dad

"I keep forgetting that rules are for little nice people."

-Calvin

MEANING

2006-11-21T23:16:00.000-08:00

the dreams painted

had less colours,

but were very true,

the words written

had very less meanings

but thety were much complicated,

the hollowness

was really vast

but was heavy too

and then was a thought,

then was a poem,

then was the rythm

then was the flow,

then was a dreamer

yes then was smiles

and then was meaning in

MANISH DWIVEDI

WORDS OF GANDHI(Mahatma)

2006-11-21T05:00:00.000-08:00

FREEDOM/INDEPENDENCE
Freedom is like birth. Till we are fully free, we are slaves.
Freedom received through the efforts of others, however benevolent, cannot be retained when such effort is withdrawn.
No charter of freedom will be worth looking at which does not ensure the same measure of freedom for the minorities as for the majority.
No society can possibly be built on a denial of individual freedom
True nonviolence should mean a complete freedom from illwill and anger and hate and an overflowing love for all.
This freedom from all attachment is the realization of God as Truth.
I do not want my house to be walled in on sides and my windows to be stuffed. I want the cultures of all the lands to be blown about my house as freely as possible.
Independence means voluntary restraints and discipline, voluntary acceptance of the rule of law.
Independence of my conception means nothing less than the realization of the "Kingdom of God" within you and on this earth.
Complete independence does not mean arrogant isolation or a superior disdain for all help.
If it is man's privilege to be independent, it is equally his duty to be inter-dependent.

JUSTICE
Justice will come when it is deserved by our being and feeling strong.
Justice does not help those who slumber but helps only those who are vigilant.
Peace will not come out of a clash of arms but out of justice lived and done by unarmed nations in the face of odds

MORAL FORCE/MORALITY
Moral results can only be produced by moral restraints.
Moral authority is never retained by any attempt to hold on to it. It comes without seeking and is retained without effort.
True morality consists not in following the beaten track, but in finding out the true path for ourselves and in fearlessly following it.
To observe morality is to attain mastery over our mind and our passions.
Performance of duty and observance of morality are convertible

PASSIVE RESISTANCE
Passive resistance is a method of securing rights by personal suffering; it is the reverse of resistance by arms.
Passive resistance is an all-sided sword; it can be used anyhow; it blesses him who uses it and him against whom it is used.
Passive resistance is a misnomer for nonviolent resistance. It is active than violent resistance.
Passive resistance, unlike nonviolence, has no power to change men' s hearts.
The sword of passive resistance does not require a scabbard.
Jesus Christ, Daniel and Socrates represented the purest form of passive resistance or soul force.

TRUTH
Truth is what the voice within tells you.
Truth is the right designation of God.
Truth and nonviolence will never be destroyed.
Truth is like a vast tree which yields more and more fruit the more you nurture it.
Truth alone will endure, all the rest will be swept away before the tide of time.
Truth and untruth often con-exist; good and evil often are found together.
Truth is self-evident, nonviolence is its maturest fruit, it is contained in Truth, but is not self-evident.
Every truth is self-acting and possesses inherent strength.
Truth, which is permanent, eludes the historian of events. Truth transcends history.
Truth and nonviolence demand that no human being may debar himself from serving any other human being, no matter how sinful he may be.
Truth is the first to be sought for, and Beauty and Goodness will then be added unto you.
An error does not become truth by reason of multiplied propagation, nor does truth become error because nobody sees it.
Truth without humility would be an arrogant caricature.
The quest of truth involves self-suffering, sometimes even upto death.
Use truth as your anvil, nonviolence as your hammer and anything that does not stand the test when it is brought to the anvil of truth and hammered with nonviolence, reject it.

what i learned today

2006-08-22T05:02:00.000-07:00

not always world acts as you think it has many things to see many points to learn. and no doubt full of many people living for their only beliefs and their faiths.i am social animal but this word "social" does make me different from others but also gives a lot of pain and the most the way to live life,platforms to struggle, vision to have big name achievements,and one more thing a open world of innovation and revolutions.
we all have dreams small big many we proceed what we collect most in this world dreams.but these dreams thy my be the key to far many further doors but also is can be nail into the hearts of many ppl who suffer to pay the dues of your dreams.
the surprising thing about dreams is that they keep on haunting you keep on motivating you keep on pushing you every next tough step but the day they are achieved they loose existance and then some thing new a new dream originates.that is beauty of life and the curse too which is being getting transferred from generations to generations.

MANISH

HELLBOY

2006-08-04T01:40:00.000-07:00

I LOVE HELLBOY

THE CHARACTER

Hellboy is a creature summoned in the final months of World War II by a fictional version of Grigori Rasputin, on a small island just off the coast of Scotland ('Tarmagent Island'), having been commissioned by the Nazis to change the tide of war ("Project Ragna Rok"). Hellboy appeared in a fireball in a ruined church in East Bromwich, England, December 23, 1944. He proved not to be a devil, but a little boy-like creature (with red skin, horns, a tail, and a large stone right hand)—hence the name given by Professor Trevor Bruttenholm (shortened to Broom).
Taken by the U.S. forces to an Air Force base somewhere in New Mexico, Hellboy was raised by the United States Army and by the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense, a U.S. agency dedicated to combating occult threats. He was granted honorary human status by the United Nations in 1952.
As an adult, Hellboy became the primary agent for the B.P.R.D., alongside several other human and quasi-human agents. His fellow agents include Abe Sapien, an amphibian humanoid ("ichthyo sapien"); Liz Sherman, a pyrokinetic; Roger, an unusually large homunculus; and Johann Kraus, a disembodied spiritualist.
Hellboy's adventures in the comics span the 1940s to the present day and involve elements such as sorcerers, Nazis, the Thule Society, hollow earth explorers, werewolves, vampires, ghosts, and other oddities such as the Ogdru Jahad.
Several of the storylines deal with Hellboy's Right Hand of Doom and its purpose in initiating the Apocalypse. Much in the same vein as fellow comic-book superheroes Batman, Blade and Wolverine, Hellboy is a hero constantly haunted by the knowledge of his past.

POWERS AND ABILITIES

Hellboy's superhuman abilities stem from his demonic nature. While his specific powers and abilities have never been explicitly described in the comics, Hellboy is much stronger and tougher than an ordinary human being.
Hellboy is not invulnerable, but he is extremely tough. He has been savagely beaten by large monsters on several occasions and survived, often with relatively few injuries. On one occasion, he directly charged an MG-42 machine gun and took numerous bullets to the chest before destroying the gun.
The extent of Hellboy's strength is unclear, but on at least one occasion he has torn down a large tree and hurled it at an opponent. He has also thrown opponents weighing at least four hundred to five hundred pounds. The Hellboy Sourcebook and Roleplaying Game, which was produced with input from Mignola, states that with two hands, Hellboy can lift approximately 750 pounds (340 kg). However, the comics suggest that Hellboy is stronger than this.
Hellboy's right hand, referred to as the Right Hand of Doom, consists of a large forearm and hand that seem to be made from red stone. The Hand is effectively invulnerable and feels no pain, and is much like a sledgehammer when used to punch an enemy. Of course, being far larger than an ordinary human hand, the Right Hand of Doom is not very suitable for use with most objects, so he relies on his average-sized left hand to operate weapons and devices.
In addition to his natural gifts, Hellboy carries a variety of items--such as holy relics, horseshoes, and herbs--in his utility belt. These often come in handy when fighting supernatural beasts.
Somehow, Hellboy interacts regularly with normal humans, with little to no attention given to the fact that he is bright red and has a tail. In the film version, however, he is kept under lock and key and considered simply an "urban legend" by the general populace.
Hellboy usually carries a large pistol. In the film adaptation, the gun is called the "Samaritan," and Hellboy states that he uses special bullets containing silver shavings, holy water, and other materials to ensure the weapon's effectiveness against supernatural creatures.
Additionally, in the film adaptation, Hellboy is shown to be entirely invulnerable to heat and flame, including that which is generated by electrocution.

YOUR THOUGHT AND MINE

2006-07-24T21:30:00.000-07:00

Your thought is a tree rooted deep in the soil of tradition and whose branches grow in the power of continuity. My thought is a cloud moving in the space. It turns into drops which, as they fall, form a brook that sings its way into the sea. Then it rises as vapour into the sky. Your thought is a fortress that neither gale nor the lightning can shake. My thought is a tender leaf that sways in every direction and finds pleasure in its swaying. Your thought is an ancient dogma that cannot change you nor can you change it. My thought is new, and it tests me and I test it morn and eve.

You have your thought and I have mine.

Your thought allows you to believe in the unequal contest of the strong against the weak, and in the tricking of the simple by the subtle ones. My thought creates in me the desire to till the earth with my hoe, and harvest the crops with my sickle, and build my home with stones and mortar, and weave my raiment with woollen and linen threads. Your thought urges you to marry wealth and notability. Mine commends self-reliance. Your thought advocates fame and show. Mine counsels me and implores me to cast aside notoriety and treat it like a grain of sand cast upon the shore of eternity.Your thought instils in your heart arrogance and superiority. Mine plants within me love for peace and the desire for independence. Your thought begets dreams of palaces with furniture of sandalwood studded with jewels, and beds made of twisted silk threads. My thought speaks softly in my ears, "Be clean in body and spirit even if you have nowhere to lay your head." Your thought makes you aspire to titles and offices. Mine exhorts me to humble service.

You have your thought and I have mine.

Your thought is social science, a religious and political dictionary. Mine is simple axiom. Your thought speaks of the beautiful woman, the ugly, the virtuous, the prostitute, the intelligent, and the stupid. Mine sees in every woman a mother, a sister, or a daughter of every man. The subjects of your thought are thieves, criminals, and assassins. Mine declares that thieves are the creatures of monopoly, criminals are the offspring of tyrants, and assassins are akin to the slain. Your thought describes laws, courts, judges, punishments. Mine explains that when man makes a law, he either violates it or obeys it. If there is a basic law, we are all one before it. He who disdains the mean is himself mean. He who vaunts his scorn of the sinful vaunts his disdain of all humanity. Your thought concerns the skilled, the artist, the intellectual, the philosopher, the priest. Mine speaks of the loving and the affectionate, the sincere, the honest, the forthright, the kindly, and the martyr. Your thought advocates Judaism, Brahmanism, Buddhism, Christianity, and Islam. In my thought there is only one universal religion, whose varied paths are but the fingers of the loving hand of the Supreme Being. In your thought there are the rich, the poor, and the beggared. My thought holds that there are no riches but life; that we are all beggars, and no benefactor exists save life herself.

You have your thought and I have mine.

According to your thought, the greatness of nations lies in their politics, their parties, their conferences, their alliances and treaties. But mine proclaims that the importance of nations lies in work - work in the field, work in the vineyards, work with the loom, work in the tannery, work in the quarry, work in the timberyard, work in the office and in the press. Your thought holds that the glory of the nations is in their heroes. It sings the praises of Rameses, Alexander, Caesar, Hannibal, and Napoleon. But mine claims that the real heroes are Confucius, Lao-Tse, Socrates, Plato, Abi Taleb, El Gazali, Jalal Ed-din-el Roumy, Copernicus, and Pasteur. Your thought sees power in armies, cannons, battleships, submarines, aeroplanes, and poison gas. But mine asserts that power lies in reason, resolution, and truth. No matter how long the tyrant endures, he will be the loser at the end. Your thought differentiates between pragmatist and idealist, between the part and the whole, between the mystic and materialist. Mine realizes that life is one and its weights, measures and tables do not coincide with your weights, measures and tables. He whom you suppose an idealist may be a practical man.

You have your thought and I have mine.

(KAHLIL GIBRAN)

On Love

2006-07-21T00:20:00.000-07:00

Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love." And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said: When love beckons to you follow him,Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. He kneads you until you are pliant; And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God." And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully.To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

KHALIL GIBRAN (The Prophet)

"Eagle, where were you born?" "In a narrow gorge." "Eagle, whither are you flying?" "Into the wide skies."

2006-07-19T00:42:00.000-07:00

Do not keep your thoughts under cover. If you do so, you will forget where you have left them, in the same way as a miser sometimes forgets the cache where he has hidden his money, and loses it because of his greed.
"Do not, however, give your ideas away to others. An expensive tool should not be given to a child to play with. It will break the tool, or lose it, or simply cut itself."Nobody can know the ways of your horse better than you."

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an idea is like the act of conception. Of course birth will take place in due course, but the unborn child must mature like the foetus in the womb of a woman so as to be delivered in the sweat of the brow and in the anguish of travail. That is how a book comes to be written.

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A child's name can be chosen before it is born. What name shall I give my story? Shall I choose the name of a flower? Or of a star? Can I find it on other books of wisdom?
No, I shall not place another man's saddle on my steed. A name borrowed from an outside source can be only a by-name, a nickname, never a real name*************
When you are asked who you are, you can produce a document, your passport, which gives all the particulars about you. When a people is asked what it is, it produces, just like a document, its scientists, its writers, its artists and its statesmen. From early youth one should realise that one has come into the world so as to become a representative of one's people, and should be prepared to assume that role.

FROM BOOK

IT’S TIME FOR ME TO GO

2006-07-17T05:01:00.000-07:00

It’s time for me to go, my darling.
I shall pack no things.
I leave the song of joy
the starlingIn the morning sings.
I leave the moonlit night, the breeze,
The flowers in the grass,
The murmuring of distant seas,
The torrent’s mighty bass,
The gorges wind and rain
have carvedIn rugged mountain peaks,

As dear as my own mother’s scarred
And weather-beaten cheeks.
I shall not take the river’s lustre,
Nor the lazy glow
Of rays that round your shoulders cluster
When the sun is low.
I shall not take what’s mine from birth
As much as flesh and bone:
The winding path, the scent of earth
When hay is newly mown.
I leave the cooling rain,
the bakingSun, the sky above…
Far more than this, my dear,
I’m taking,
For I take your love.

FOOTPRINTS ON THE SNOW

BE THANKFUL

2006-06-27T23:47:00.000-07:00

Be thankful that you don't already have everything you desire. If you did, what would there be to look forward to?
Be thankful when you don't know something, for it gives you the opportunity to learn.
Be thankful for the difficult times. During those times you grow.
Be thankful for your limitations, because they give you opportunities for improvement.
Be thankful for your mistakes. They will teach you valuable lessons.
Be thankful when you're tired and weary, because it means you've made a difference.
It's easy to be thankful for the good things.
A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who are also thankful for the setbacks.
Find a way to be thankful for your troubles, and they can become your blessings.

(from a page)
M A N I S H

ON BOOKS

2006-05-22T01:00:00.000-07:00

A book I have not yet written is more precious to me than all the books that have come from my pen. It is beyond price, the closest to my heart, and the most exacting.

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O book of mine, you have dwelt within me for long years. You are like a well-beloved woman you see from afar, one you have dreamt of but never dared touch. At times she has been quite close, almost within reach, but I have been timid and shy, blushed, and drawn back.
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THOUGH MY FATHER USED TO SAY that one who rummages in other people's manuscripts is like a man who slips a hand into the pockets of others. FATHER WOULD ALSO SAY: a preface is like a man with a broad back in a big and tall fur hat -who is sitting in the row in front of you in a theatre. One should feel grateful if he sits upright, without leaning to the right or the left. That kind of man causes a lot of inconvenience to me as a member of the audience, and ends up by simply irritating me.

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EVEN SO: a new-born babe does not begin to speak at once. Before uttering a word, it babbles. When sometimes it cries because something is hurting, even its own mother cannot make out what is causing the pain.Is not the poet's soul like that of a babe?

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A weapon that will be needed only once has to be borne throughout one's life.The verses you will repeat throughout your life are written at a single sitting.

RASUL GAMZATOV

LOVE ME TENDER

2006-05-22T00:45:00.000-07:00

Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go.
You have made my life complete and I love you so.
Love me tender, love me true, all my dreams fulfill.
For, my darlin', I love you and I always will.

Love me tender, love me long, take me to your heart.
For it's there that I belong and we'll never part.
Love me tender, love me true, all my dreams fulfill.
For, my darlin', I love you and I always will.

Love me tender, love me dear, tell me you are mine.
I'll be yours through all the years till the end of time.
Love me tender, love me true, all my dreams fulfill.
For, my darlin', I love you and I always will.

(Elvis Presley)

to my friend..the story

2006-05-16T01:12:00.000-07:00

Nipun he is my best friend to the date a real soul mate. We live far off.
We belong to different fields me engineer and he is doing medical. But still we are best friends.
We meet each other and find that nothing has changed yet though the scenes and dates have. We are best friends from my school days. We struggled for our respective futures at same time and More or less we are very clear what we are and very true are with we each other.
I hardly hide Anything from him...he is best in so many ways and so many things. And as we meet we have time for Each other a lot of time indeed we discuss ...share...And to the most laugh till we fall. We have really enjoyed time with each other.
let me tell you number of secrets we have shared and faced a lot together only

I have learned a lot about the aspects of life from him. Here it is not all about the story of our Friendship but it is a simple real story he told me
i havent seen all the things really but up toan extent I can see it can feel it somehwere thrugh his eyes. I Would like to keep it ....let be it by him only...

Nipun says:
I was in my medical practices in my college at that time I hope I was in my third year or so. It Was Gorakhpur medical college.
Yes like every other government medical college hospital was full of Patients.
It was night of June or so. I was on a night shift and was taking care of the patients suffering from brain Fever which was a common fever (kind of dangerous seasonal fever) those days.
since morning I had seen about 3 deaths and was really Feeling very tired and body was crumbling due to over work. As the it was some 2 o’clock in the morning and the night was still hot and the fans were not throwing enough air to dry our skins
Then suddenly there was a call from outside..... some loud noise "emergency… emergency" and then entered a police Constable totally out and very badly drunk... He said I have a causality.
He grabbed my hand and asked where is the emergency wards please empty it or make a place...He told me some woman with her kid was cruelly burnt by her husband's parents...I did not has time And such severe case...!! I was for the firs time geting something like this the police man fell on bench as he was very Much out.
I ran out side...and I saw people gathering on the main gate...as I reached there my eyes were wide Due to horror and the scene was really unbearable and I was shocked...I think the child was dead on the spot so was not brought only woman was there (heard from murmuring ). There was the jeep of police from where some thing was coming out trembling very horribly yes it was a human... totally burnt she was a woman half turned black…her hairs were totally burnt and the body was nearly baked.
In medical term a burn of arm is considered as 10% burn this was a case of 95% burn. She was trembling due to pain and this was the worst and horrifying picture one can ever see.
She dragged herself out of jeep.And like ever casualty of Burn (since maximum percent of water is burnt out of body) she was yelling "water.. water" her lips, nose were not easy to figure out in a trail to hurry she fell...we all ran to her ....with the stretcher and all but
To carry her to stretcher was another tough job...no place to hold...every body was stuck to his place...then one ward boy came and asked us to wrap her in blanket we did same .

nobody can’t even imagine The pain she was bearing. And her body was twisting with pain and thirst. I could smell burnt flesh and hairs from her body.
To pass water and glucose in her body we were searching for some open Nerve in her body...maximum of them were burnt then I got one in her feet I took forceps made a cut and inserted the needle......
Ooh!! my god such death dance in front of my eyes. I could see her body from place to place burnt and turned red...and brownm,black
We took her to Operation Theater just to make her death less painful. Her voice was very very crushed with every word she was continuously asking water but every time I could see that pain was deeper in her voice...she was not in a condition to think or realize what was happening this time only brain was giving last commands and reactions ...she was just a body counting last breaths which were really hard to come out of her burnt lungs. she was taken to the operation theatre there she took her last painful breaths then the police man came and told me that she was burnt with her 7 month innocent kid...
It (the kid) died on the spot she was crying and yelling for help nobody did.
somehow she escaped the fire and came out side...no body was ready to take her to hospital since he was too much drunk and was much out of senses...so some how he brought her.

It was all I had that night...I had no words. But I was very much horrified my this incident and. I got what we are learning in our college is far more bigger and courageous which is no where in books

Nipun

(From Diary)

unspoken

2006-05-11T04:11:00.000-07:00

Number of things has inspired me in my life yes they have really.

In my small very tiny (better word) existence I have learned how inspirations carry you

Though it is very insignificant to tell but I would like to write.

I hope I was in class eighth means according to today really a kid.

By that time I was big time hero of stage of my school or say any kind of activities competitions

Taking place. I used to carry number of trophies to my home every year. But things changed suddenly

I can’t forget the day it was a cold misty day say foggy one we had a poem recitation competition in

My school as usual I was too participating in it.

I was cramming the line even I remember the poem it was "SEVEN AGES" from " As You like It”. (By Shakespeare) It was

A poem of not more than 20 lines and I was sure that I’ll do as usual....means best

I went on my turn... started ...respected principle, teachers. Honorable judges. My dear friends......

Then the poem...all the world's a stage ...I went on very confidently then suddenly there came some

Word which I pronounced wrongly and I again modified it quickly ...but there was a sudden hum of

Smiles in crowed. As if I did something very funny...my concentration broke. And my tongue stuck...

I saw everybody. And could see despair on the face of my house master. I could not say anything

Else just turned back as I moved some steps i thought of saying sorry ...I went to the microphone

And in very sad voice said “sorry”. Again I could listen the hum of laugh in the crowed...

I came down and ran from the place feeling very much broken and insulted...

Then we had a math period I went in class keeping my eyes down feeling very ashamed...my teacher

Who always loved me so much just jokingly asked what happened to you son. On the stage...

That made the situation worse i burst in tears in front of class. He said oooh!! Why are you crying?

Like a girl...come on...leave it it happens you cant win all the time ....but somewhere really i

Was broken a fear had made a place in my heart...

I went home

For the first time my mummy asked nothing about competition....as my dad told her the story...

Things went on...But the complex kept on increasing day by day ...i found i was getting scared of

Stage...where only some times back I was a hero.....

And then started the chain...of loosing, bad performances, this became a habit of mine to forget

Lines during performance...getting stuck...creating scenes...

I got that everyday I was getting weak from inside...my papa mummy used to inspire me so much but

Every time I used to loose...and this made me very quite.

I started thinking I will never come out

On the other side on the same stage my brother who no doubt is a great orator and performer kept on

Winning as usual...

I started running from my self...and stopped participating every time i was asked to do some thing

But in vain...it became my habit...means creating scenes on stage ...

I was a looser big time looser

I could see the pity for me in the eyes of my teachers some times my papa too.

I was sure that this time was never going to end.

It was really a long time indeed.

Then I stopped my participations...sometimes even I used to weep...a good performance became a Dream for me.....

I remember I used to tremble like a leaf on the stage. The stage fear and my low confidence was

Winning day by day.....

Then came the time. I remember same misty time foggy

A year had passed.

I participated in one more competition it was a kind of drama i had to play the part of a poet

(Dinkar "national poet of India") who comes from the heaven and inspires all....by his lines...I

Was given the part so it was to be presented in front of some visitors from the top administration

So there should have been perfection in it....

I was cramming the lines I had to say....

It was a poem in which he is telling the truth and reasons of war. And why war happens...

I was going through the lines ...in which there were some who shaked up to my soul....

"cheenta ho satva koi aur tu tyag tap se kaam le yeh paap hai

punya hai vichinn kar dena use badh raha teri taraf jo haath hai

baddh vidlit aur sadhan heen ki hai uchit avlamb apni aah ka

gid gida ke kintu maange bheekh kyun wah purush jiski bhuja mein shakti ho"

(If somebody is snatching your self you self respect from you and you are keeping quite then o! man

This is sin

it is pious and your responsibility to cut that hand into pieces

A man who is weak and crushed can take hide under his sighs and can use them to save him self but

...

It is a sin if you beg in front of your destiny when you have enough strong hands)

These lines changed my time my self and my day....

I went and performed with the same zeal without fear...

I could see that the complex the fear somewhere was melting down and the fire was raising head in my Heart

I was there not only to play a part but to fight a whole era of depression ...i was there to prove

That what I am

And I did it....there was a great clapping....I was born again

I could see the warmth of applause tearing the fog...I was back to life full of hope and heroism...

That really changed my life and I am proud to tell that since that day I have never failed on Stage....

And always lived like a winner

M a n I s h D w I v e d I

IMAGINE

2006-05-11T02:20:00.000-07:00

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

(John Lennon)

Mummy....

2006-05-02T03:55:00.000-07:00

Not much far just some days back I learnt a lot about mothers
I have read somewhere long back that “how so ever rich we become how so ever powerful, we can earn all the riches of the world we can become god, even then we can’t pay her dues”
In geeta I read once that people can shed tears on you only that much what you mean to them except mother
she has nothing to take she is the only one who does not feels proud or insulted on your deeds with every moment her love increases.

I was a very very much Mama’s boy
all the time hanging by her side in my childhood. Never used to leave her.
Like every child mummy was most beautiful girl for me and who so ever used to ask me “Son when you will grow whom you’ll marry?” I used to say “mummy”
When I see back I smile on this answer. I remember when I was a kid once my mummy’s sister was very ill I hope she was going to have a child and her brother requested her to be with her in this bad condition. And one of my maternal uncle Mr. Shivpujan came to take her.
But the biggest trouble was me that how can I be controlled while she will be leaving I was I hope three years old .
That evening she had to go. My brother called me to play. I went with him but in few moments I had a very terrible feeling that somebody is taking my mom I ran to home to see whether she is there or not and lo she was not there I saw she was going with uncle and was surely away from my hands I ran like mad boy very much in tears my grandmother held me said come baby I’ll give you toffee but no my mom was going…I yelled and muled like a cat I cried cried and felt as if they are taking my mom to some other end of the world from where she is not going to come back.
Whole evening I sat quite and cried now and then….even fought my papa that he and all conspired against me and took my mummy away
But in all the thing which was pinching me most and I was unable to understand that.. how can my mummy be with these bad people and can leave me alone in the home…..

While mummy was away I used to feel that everybody is my enemy I did not like the food used to feel that how cruel is the world without mummy
But one day she came back smiling I was damn angry with her totally out nearly hanged by her arm and said why you left me why you left me.
But she told me son I went to help your aunty she very carefully kissed and took to her room and took out some sweets from her bag gave me to eat. But anger was still there. I wanted a confirmation all the time that she loves me most and she will never do this again .she did it. she carried me all the time with her that day kept on telling me things stories …I was very confirmed that yes she will never leave me alone

Time passed I have grown up …very big…bigger than my mom…

I remember the day I was selected in engineering and was going to my college for the first time she came running hugged me and started crying
This was the first time I saw her crying so much for me. Now I see it very often when ever I go home while coming she is in tears but I find myself very helpless to tell that Mummy when I’ll come back I wont leave you again.
She did a promise when I was a kid innocent she kept it but I so much grown so much able I cant ever promise her that I will hang by her side all the time

(from diary)
MaNiSh DwIvEdI

As I thought

2006-05-02T03:24:00.000-07:00

Sometimes the life tastes bitter and sometimes your eyes are filled with tears, but that doesn’t mean that
The sweetness has vanished that doesn’t mean that the world will never seem beautiful to us
What we have to do in total;
Collect so much sweetness that the bitterness never makes us cry,
And when the tears roll down on cheeks feel its warmth and feel that the sorrows are dissolved in it.
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Prayers , wishes and hopes are always give us a new meaning in life
A new reason to live a new day to celebrate…
But we care for all these when grief and despair sometimes the sad moments are
In between those smiles
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The old masks are broken and are over like a story of childhood
But they have made a base to the upcoming days and I know if they were not
Carved happy then it would be very tough to make out the smile on new one ……
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Mudding the wall...Yes by this we can fill the cracks which are deep and ugly….
The surface becomes new and fresh…but still the wall remains weak…but if the mudding goes on everyday
One day the wall will be surely strong at least it won’t allow the rain water to enter and make the wall weaker.
Some times life is very same
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MANISH DWIVEDI

Grandfather....

2006-04-25T04:05:00.000-07:00

tujhe suraj kahun ya chanda, tujhe deep kahun ya tara
mera naam karega roshan, jag mein mera raaj dulara

main kab se taras raha tha, mere aangan mein koi khele
nannhi si hasi ke badle, meri saari duniya le le
tere sang jhool raha hai, meri bahon mein jag sara

aaj ungli tham ke meri, tujhe main chalna sikhlaaun
kal haath pakadna mera, jab main buudha ho jaaun
tu mila to maine paya , jeene ka naya sahara,

mere baad bhi is duniya mein, zinda mera naam rahega
joo bhi tujhko dekhega, tujhe mera laal kahega
tere roop mein mil jayega, mujhko jeevan dobara..

tujh suraj kahun ya chanda....

What shall I call you my baby sun or moon, shall i call you a candle or star
You Are my only hope my baby
One day I am sure that you will carry my name to every corner of world

Ooh!! ..How was I craving ...that some angle comes and plays in my home. I was
Dying to see a kid
I was ready to give my entire world for a small innocent smile)
Today I am feeling that in my lullaby the whole happiness is swinging. As there
It is you

Come innocent angle take my finger i'll help you to walk let me teach you)
But you don’t leave me alone when i'll be old...you grasp my hand when i'll be
Helpless
In you my baby i got a new hope to live a long age...to live the life
As whom so ever will see you will call you as my baby
My baby you know. In you again i will incarnate and through your eyes I will see
The world again

Pandit Ramshiromani used to sing this song when he used to love his infant
Lovely grandson. He used to hum this song when he used to carry his grand son
In his lap...
I have heard this from my Papa and my Mummy. They tell me that he loved me very
Much (no doubt I am the grandson) ....
Though I cant remember his humming not even the way he used to carry me but yes i do believe everybody.

I remember some time back he met me in my brothers marriage his face flashed after seeing me. He embraced me and asked me only one thing " tum hume bhool to nahi gaye ..tumko apni buddhi dadi aur meri yaad to jaroor aati hogi."
I could clearly see his helplessness to command and a fear of getting forgotten.
He was in tears but as he got a supporting embrace and an able arm to hold he felt very strong...and he turned and started telling one stranger that how he loves me. And how my grandson can't ever forget him...the stranger was least interested but even then he kept on telling that how when i was kid he used to bring so many toffees for me.

Then he again turned to me and asked. Son this year the mango tree in front of our home is full of sweet mangoes he said...son don’t you like mangoes come and have it...I am very old to eat much (his expression was kind that that tree grows best mangoes in world)

They wait every year for their lovely grandsons that in different seasons they will come and enjoy fruits of differnt seasons grown by them but we hardly ever get a chance to be there....and every new crop every new flower on tree gives them hope to save a better fruit which they can present to their grandchildren....

When I was a kid... I remember he used to take me to bazaar near by home and used to buy all kind of sweets. Or any thing I used to like
i was still sitting and thinking he again asked about my place where I work. then he asked what i do in my job i told a lot of things that I do this I do that he was surprised (number of things he could not understand but he guessed) then his expression was of a very very satisfied person as if he got what he was praying for so many years....
he turned to the stranger and started telling him abut all this and told him as if i am the best in this world for that job or that kind.....I felt a bit ashamed

Then he said "he wishes that he and dadi would have wings thy would come to meet me every now and then"....i felt so small. Very much shaken from inside
He was sitting next to me holding my hand. I offered him something to eat. He was very happy but showed his hollow mouth. He said I don’t have teeth I smiled.
At a moment I felt as if he is so alone. Not even his abilities not even his own are with him....

But suddenly my papa called him to give his blessings to my brother and his bride...I took him to the place... He said..."Sada khush raho"(be happy for ever)
It seemed as if he poured all his earnings on the couple...nothing he had to give...but I could see...one more thing...a great feeling and satisfaction on my papa's Face

Yes I could see that song turning into meaning. The name was carried one more generation. And me yes now I could see that how by sacrificing everything for our one smile he has created a new tree a new generation a new race which was going to come out of us.

Yes the satisfaction the song was turning true….” mere baad bhi is duniya mein, zinda mera naam rahega...... tere roop mein mil jayega, mujhko jeevan dobara..”

(from the diary)

About War

2006-04-25T01:21:00.000-07:00

jaanta huun kintu jeene ke liye
(i know but for living a life)
chahiye angaar jaisi veerta
(you need be brave like ambers and fire)
paap ho sakta nahi wah yuddh hai
(it is not sin rather it is a war)
jo khada hota jwalit pratishodh par
(which grows over the burning Vengeance )

yuddh ko tum nindya kehte ho magar
(you can curses war many times it may be very bad deed too)
uth rahi hain jab talak chingariyan
(but till the date the fires...and the ambers are in air)
bhinn swarthon ke kulish sangharsh ki
(for different greeds and their sinful wishes and the clashes with hatred are there)
yuddh tab tak vishva mein anivarya hai
(the war is mandotary and it can't end....as such tendencies never gonna end)

(lines by "Dinkar"

To my PAPA....

2006-04-20T02:10:00.000-07:00

badhte chalo badhte chalo rahi
manzil ke raste pe tum kho na jana.
duniya mein chaya hua hai andhera
deepak naya tum jala do,

aage badho aage badho rahi,
jeevan tumahra hai maa ki amanat
jaroorat pade to luta do,
dushman tumare sar pe khada hai
ab to zara aankh kholo...

badhte chalo badhte chalo rahi....

These are some lines i remember from far back. I remember I was in class second
This was a poem by my Papa .We had a poem recitation competition

I also participated and in a single night he added many lines to it and to my wonder
I learned all of them...

I remember before going to school he called me...at that time he was shaving...
He said let me tell you the meaning of the lines
You will express it better....

May be you cant express but you will learn something I have to tell you some day...
He told me the full meaning. With actions. And I kept all in heart...so that
I could present them same way in front of crowd. On stage...
It was my first competition...the time came.. I recited with same confidence same
Action...and the end were very nicely done I. ended with Jai Hind...

I got first prize...and was called in staff room by teachers. They made a circle around me
Asked me to recite it again..
I said ok...saw my Papa he was also sitting there. But as he knew that I can get diverted
He kept his eyes down. But a confident smile was on his face..
Me who always used to feel very weak that I am so small to my brothers and papa
Feared to see him..
I started again with same actions. Expression...as if I am a brave fighter...
My volume was tearing the scene. it ended. there was a clapping. I could see
Wonder on everybody’s face...
But to my surprise...everybody wished my PAPA. I felt proud...
Even today. When I sometimes hum these simple lines I feel like yes my Papa is feeling proud of me
Somewhere
And me...yes proceeding more near to a Aim. Which he dreamt. That day..

(from my diary)

Brother my brother

2006-04-20T01:40:00.000-07:00

Youth is the best part of life, live it to fullest, do not let the petty things bother you. Do the best you can and forget the rest. God sent us on this earth to be happy. I loved one of the dialogues from "Bunty Aur Babli", 'some people do just one thing all their life others do everything in just one life'. For your potentials, you will never have the shortage of opportunities therefore do all those things, for which, when you turn back tomorrow, can say, "Boy that was Crazy, but it was fun and I am proud of it".
I will call you sometime this week.
Have fun,
Lots of love
Rajeev

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Chanda re tu Jaga us des jahaan balam gaye
( O moon though, rose also in the lands where my lover has gone, Note that the singer pronounces des as desh- same mistake as 'sawan ka mahina' song 'are baba shor naheen sor')
Kahe de sandesa mora, hum roe roe baware bhaye
(convey my message, I am going all crazy crying)
Khetva ki Rahe Dware ke Inara
(paths that lead through the fields and the well in front of our house)
Rahi Rahi Puchhe Kahaan Balamwa tihara
(Every now and then ask, where is your lover)
abaki to Barse dev ghanghor
(this time the clouds brought ample rains)Khetwa me bhave anna hahror
(our fields produced ample food as well)
fir kahe ki naukaria ghar aaja pardesi
(then why job, o gone to the far away land, come home)
do roti Preet tori
(just two meals and your love)
Yahi hamari khushi re
(is just all the I need)

(c) Rajeev Dwivedi

***************

(from mails)

ab Kya..

2006-04-19T02:34:00.000-07:00

bahut soch kar ,bahut jaan kar
jane kya dekh kar ,humne bola nahi
sochte hum rahe ,keh dein tumse
magarkehne se pehle ,dil ko tatola nahi

aur ab hain kahin, khud se hi duur duur
khud hi khud mein ,kuch kuch samajhte hue
kuch to barse the kab, kuch sookhe rahe
bas ye badal hi dil mein garajte hue

na jaane kahan aur na jaane kise
apni rahon ki manzil bana kar chale
wo us raah pe hum hain is raah pe
na jaane ye raahein kahan pe milein

hum mile na mile saath bhi na rahe
in par chalne ki aadat se majboor hain
chalte chale waqt ke har peher
ab to apne hi ghar se bahut duur hain

raat bhi ho gayi , hum bhatak bhi gaye
aankh se roshni bhi kahatm ho gayi
pehle himmat gayi dil ki taqat gayi
dil mein chalti si aahat bhi kam ho gayi

MaNiSh DwIvEdI

ON..

2006-04-19T00:43:00.000-07:00

ON CRADLES

*No sage weeps here. No fool here laughs from folly.No coward and no hero—just my lodger.

*May happy dreams appear to you,And just as happily come true.

*The child won’t let you sleepFor tears and merry laughter?You, too, did howl and cheep—It’s you the child takes after.

ON DOORS AND GATES

*Unknown friend,Come and stay—Though it’s outOf your way!

*Come, hillfolk, please knock!Rest here with assurance!We’re well. If we’re not,Your coming shall cure us!

*Don’t knock, don’t rouse the household,You who pass this way!If good you bring us, enter!If mischief, go away!

*Here you’ll find a place to rest.Your troubles here you’ll mend.Enter as a welcome guest,Depart a lasting friend!

*Note, outsider, I’m a riderAnd one rule enforce:If you enter here, remember—You must praise my horse!

(People's Poet of Daghestan Rasul Gamzatov)

I just passed thrugh the pages

2006-04-19T00:19:00.000-07:00

"Guns don't kill people! People kill people!" Please, would someone send me any story that has ever, in the history of mankind, told of a gun getting up on its own two legs and, with a steely determination, fire itself at someone until that person was dead?!? Can we dispense with that completely irrelevant garbage and focus on the problems for a change?

******
The things a person wants, and the things that will make that person happy, are hardly ever the same things. And this remains true, even if you know it to be true. So much frustration and disappointment could be avoided if people could learn this simple principle, and adjust accordingly their overall strategy for the pursuit of happiness

******
People who imagine children to be mainly innocent have something wrong with their memories. From the earliest years, children are as wicked as they know how to be. Only their limited abilities prevent them from doing as much harm as adults. They are not innocent, only incompetent.

(UNKNOWN)

MEANS...

2006-04-19T00:12:00.000-07:00

There are three songs people treasure,Songs to which they smile, or cry:First, the song of sheerest pleasure,Is a mother’s lullaby.
Second is the song that, strokingHer dead son’s cold cheek and breast.A mother sings, from sorrow choking…Third and last—come all the rest.

* * *
Should I ever turn to metal,Money of me do not mint!In a purse I’d hate to settle,Setting greedy eyes a-glint.
If fate wills this transformation,Forge a dagger out of me:Sheathed, I’ll relish meditation,Roused, I’ll rout the enemy.

* * *
I do not wait upon a word,Nor beg it to be written.It must come willingly, unspurred,As does a tear—unbidden;
Alighting unexpectedlyOn the expectant pagesAs, unannounced, a friend steps inWhom I’ve not seen for ages.

(Rasul Gamzatov)

The loved ones

2006-04-17T23:01:00.000-07:00

You're my man, my mighty king,
And I'm the jewel in your crown,
You're the sun so hot and bright,
I'm your light-rays shining down,

You're the sky so vast and blue,
And I'm the white clouds in your chest,
I'm a river clean and pure,
Who in your ocean finds her rest,

You're the mountain huge and high,
I'm the valley green and wide,
You're the body firm and strong,
And I'm a rib bone on your side,

You're an eagle flying high,
I'm your feathers light and brown,
You're my man, my king of kings,
And I'm the jewel in your crown.

(From Mail)

shadows

2006-04-13T01:06:00.000-07:00

we all live in present and in our own covers whithin a limited height and existance but the shadows with the time though are of us only do vary some times ling and sometimes short they do are visible all the time if we follow them but as we turn our face and movethey follow us.that is the beauty of nature , time and our attitude

MaNiSh DwIvEdI

The LandMark

2006-04-12T00:25:00.000-07:00

seeing is believeing knowing is belief .some points some small things litreally change the life and its track.I read one line by VIVEKANANDA "strength is life and weakness is death". Things some times seem very easy but they are not so and the real effort to create on dream really takes a life time or a lot of strength. there are situations there are hindrances sometimes by you sometimes by your's some times by the others but to get them you need a lot of effort lot of belief immense self confidence. It do happens some times that you get that you dreams dont seem so clourful in very intital stage neither they seem very true too. And that is the place where people come to make the things more misrable they put small dreams in front of you they break your belief and you start accepting slave and start taking their dreams as out destiny and very soon we learn to live like that only.

most of the cases i see in life are more or less like that.people who see the dreams but they modify it to such an extent that they adjust it into the frame of their society and they beacome the part of that community .
the fears are so big for them that they teach people to live like that only and also suggest everybody for that.

MaNiSh DwIvEdI

one more time

2006-03-30T02:52:00.000-08:00

It was always tough to choose a single moment to gift you …as I always thought they
Are mine but very soon I got that I have become so mean as those moments in my basket
Got stale and useless…they lost the importance, they lost the freshness
And happiness from them really
Had vanished…

try to mould my life according to me…I try to give it shapes according to my experiences
But on this wheel of time it always comes out to as a small limited vessel…according to requirement…
Weak…still needs to get burnt to get strong…..

I try to come out of the frame…a frame in which I was fixed long back…
I try to come out of the cold …hope a new sun is waiting there beyond the limits…
I try to increase my horizons ….which were blue but cold too…which were my world but mist was there…
A stinking mist…I can smell the air which is dry and full of fragrance and fragrance of freedom

MANISH DWIVEDI

As time goes by

2006-03-30T02:44:00.000-08:00

Getting into the words and understanding them we surely need light,
But many pages turn very soon inside us, without light and in the dark….
So it is never late to brighten inside so that the turning pages are visible and
Can be a part of our memories

Prayers , wishes and hopes are always give us a new meaning in life
A new reason to live a new day to celebrate…
But we care for all these when grief and despair sometimes the sad moments are
In between those smiles

The instruments are always there,
The music is also in the air but what all we need is
A better understanding of the musical notes,
A better hand to pick out the tunes
Yes!! Last but not the least an understanding heart
An ear to listen to them.

MaNiSh DwIvEdI

ALWAYS ON MY MIND

2006-03-30T02:15:00.000-08:00

Maybe I didn't love you
quite as good as I should have,
Maybe I didn't hold you
quite as often as I could have,
Little things I should have said and done,
I just never took the time.

You were always on my mind,
You were always on my mind.

Maybe I didn't hold you
all those lonely, lonely times,
And I guess I never told you,
I'm so happy that you're mine,
If I made you feel second best,
I'm sorry, I was blind.

You were always on my mind,
You were always on my mind,

Tell me, tell me
that your sweet love hasn't died,
Give me, give me
one more chance to keep you satisfied,
If I made you feel second best,
I'm sorry, I was blind.

You were always on my mind,
You were always on my mind.

(Elvis Presley)

the dream

2006-03-30T00:25:00.000-08:00

The birds fly!! One day we too will…
Said Icarus to his dad .They made wings with the help of the small wings donated by the swans from the east… glued it to their hands with the wax out of the shells emerging out of the deep blues..
And one day they wait was over….they spread the wings and with the support of the winds coming from the seaside they lifted …..the sky was blue and soon they were floating over the endless sea…the sight was glamorous…Icarus was following his dad…he couldn’t forget he days he was imprisoned on the lonesome island for dying in sielent yells…today the world and a unknown land was waiting for him….
Suddenly he had a great idea…cant he land on the sun…. and he asked the same to his dad but answer came into a silly smile..
He had a sudden urge to float on the strings of the sunrays..
Yes he wanted to become the mightiest wing owner in the smallest span of time…the glory of being equivalent to sun filled his heart with lightness…
And he headed for the sun,,,,dad cried and yelled a lot but ..In vain..Icarus had got the goal….he went on .soon the drops started out of the wax. The hold of wax got softer…he could feel his skin getting pinched by the sun rays the wings started turning black .
His bones could feel the metal melting inside..
And lo the wings burned. and his body started floating down. With speed…soon he was moving down with terminal velocity….due to friction the skin was itching…the death had started the final dance…and yes dad was indeed no where. First time Icarus could feel that the sky was a tunnel not so vast and this tunnel was going to end with a final thrust……and stones waiting down to get soaked with his innocent blood..
The death held his hand….

I was down on stones
With torn up dreams
And so was my skin
With the sprinkling streams

The pain was running down
With the joints of spine
Yes the flow was dreadful
And all the sins were mine.

My skull was burst with sound,
Bleeding was the pain
The lines were turning history
For a dying dead insane.

Oh God on sky and mighty
Give me death of glory
This dream of dying Icarus
Is one of greatest story.

MaNiSh DwIvEdI

for Woman

2006-03-30T00:14:00.000-08:00

So dear, can't you see that it was meant to beIt's part, part of our destiny'Cause what every woman lives forWhat every woman lives forIs to give her love to a manAnd I hope that man is me

Oh, my love, my darlingI've hungered for your touch, a long lonely timeAnd time goes by, so slowly and time can do so muchAre you, still mine?I need your love, I need your loveGod speed your love to me

Many weeks now have I waited
Oh many long nights have I cried
But just to see that happy morning,
happy morningWhen I have you
right by my side
But tomorrow will never come,
oh no, noTomorrow never gonna come
Now you tell me that you love meBut tomorrow never, never comes

Take away, the scent of flowers
Cover up, the sky of blue
Close my ears to tender love songs
They remind me too much of you

(BY ELVIS)

for the weaver

2006-03-29T23:23:00.000-08:00

Some fragrances deep in my soul
Some memories deep in my eyes
Some dreams deep in my heart
Some hopes deep in my vision

Some inspirations on the pages of my book
Some ways visible with every sunrise
Some days gleaming in golden sunrays
Some desires burning in fire

All was woven by you oh mother!
In a blanket covering my existence
Saving me in your lullaby
From the harsh laws of survival
Giving me a name and a reason
To live with my head up eyes watching the sky
Heart full of proud tomorrow

Some times my craftsman eyes weave so many wishes and so many dreams in the sky…
I hope those flying birds carry them to some place far beyond the limit of the endless sky…
To a place where some one may be “the maker of dreams “puts them to life…and they may
Come to life….but alas may be I don’t remember the beautiful moment I created it.

the BENARAS GHAT

2006-03-29T23:17:00.000-08:00

We can’t make our holds on reflections they seem true they
Show us true but if we try to hold them they will surely slip out of hands
They can’t make a ground to support us
So better aim for sky

not every equation is solved on paper
not every experience needs ink
not every smile means words
not every message needs a logic
but all we need is simple understanding for each other
and a bit of enthusiasm for letting the sunrays come in...

diljale

2006-03-29T23:11:00.000-08:00

haai kyun keh diya ,is tarah se unhe
humne socha galat ,us taraf pyar hai,
khatm hum hogaye, khaak mein mil gaye,
unki mehfil me khushiyon ka baazar hai,

mit gaye is qudar, dhool ke sang sang,
aisa dushman kabhi bhi kahin na mile,
humne unpe lutaye, apne deewaro dar,
wo parai si mehfil ke sang ho chale,

hum tadapte rahey, jashn hote rahe;
kya kahein doston ki jalalat hai ye;
samne koi roye ;mar bhi jaye to kya
par unki adaon ki adat hai ye,

pyar se khelna, dil se bhi khelna ;
aise hum bhi khilaune se insaan hain;
dosti keh ke ye , saanse bhi tod de
inse paya hai jo wohi anjam hai;

pehle mujhse kaha tum paraye nahi
dil ko mere tumhra bhi ghar chahye
pehle dil le liya, ghar jalaya mera
aur fir ek tamasha magar chaiye;

zindagi ki seher doondne the chale;
ek mehfil sajane ki khwahish liye;
bewafai mili tumse aye jaaneman
bhar na payenge jo jakhm tune diye;

MANISH DWIVEDI

kyun shayar

2006-03-29T23:07:00.000-08:00

Kya kahun main tumhein, kaise samjhaon ki
Jo ye naghme hain na , sab to bekaar hain
Humne kuch bhi kaha , soch kar bhi kabhi,
Tumne samjha , kiya haumne izhar hai,

Kyun pucha wahi, jo ki socha na tha,
Kya likha tumpe hai, ya ki likh payenge
Kya kahun tumse main , itne zakhmi hain hum,
Likhne se pehle hi, sab zakhm dikh jayenge,

Jo tha tumpe likha, kal ki wo baat hai,
Aaj andaaz likhne ka kuch aur hai,
Aapne keh diya, likhne ki baat ko,
Abhi geet gane ka hi daur hai,

Aap se hi suna, aap pe likh diya,
Likhne waalo ka aisa hi andaaz hai,
Aap kehte rahein hum bhi likhte rahein
Geet hain aap to , uska hum saaz hain,

Likhne ki soch kar , kuch bhi keh na sake,
Baat lafzon hi mein ulajhti gayi,
Hum tadapte rahe, baat nikli nahi,
Baat dil ke hi bheetar sulagti rahi,

MANISH DWIVEDI

kehne ko

2006-03-29T23:03:00.000-08:00

ek sapna mera ,ek ehsaas hai
ek rangeen mehfil ki shuruat hai
wo jo aaknho mein hai wo jo naghmo mein hai
ek ada bhi ki jismein alag baat hai

wo jo aankho ki rangat nami se bani,
wo jo hothon pe hilte se kuch raaz hain
aapki hi aadon ke deewane hain hum
aaj behke hue se kyun andaaz hain

kuch kahani si hai kuch kahi ankahi
hum hi kehte hain kyun aur sunte bhi hain
ek sapna sa tum, rang ka noor ho
tumko rango ki chadar mein bunte bhi hain

tum hi tanhayi ho tum hi mehfli ka rang
tumse mausam ke kuch kuch ishaare bhi hain
tumpe sab kuch lutane ki khwahish bhi hai
tumse jeene ke armaan hamare bhi hain

ye jo phoolon ke rang unpe behki hawa
unme tumko hi choone ki chahat si hai
jal rahe hain magar dil hi dil mein to hum
aaj jalne mein bhi ek rahat si hai

kyunki tumpe jale aur jalte rahe
aag me hi hume kuch to rahat mili
usi aag mein bujhti si raakh mein
maine dekha mohabbt ki kaliyan khili

M a n I s h D w I v e d I

ek aur

2006-03-27T02:02:00.000-08:00

sab khatam ho gaya,bas usi raat ko
aansuo ki jagah khoon behne laga,
hum mit bhi gaye, dafn ho kar kahin,
mere kisse zamane ye kehne laga,

kya kahun doston, galti itni hui,
humne khat ek likha,aur sab keh diya
keh diya ki mohabbat mujhe hai sanam,
mohabbt ka ilzam sar le liya,

yun muqadma chala, bin adalat ke hi,
dhajjiyan mere dil ki udai gayi,
hume aansuo ki sazaayen mili,
aur mohabbat bhi sooli chadhayi gayi,

kyun mohaabat hui, aisa izhar kyun
lafzon pe mere zaalim bhi hansne lage,
humko loota gaya , loot lene ke baad
ashq aknho mein hi aise fasne lage,

meri maasom aankho ki khilli udi,
khoon ki surkhi ko mere syhai kaha,
bas sulgte rahe , zakhm aise magar
dil hi dil mein kahin main sisakta raha,

hai aisi saza, apne izhar ki,
zaalim koi kisi ko kabhi bhi na de,
ab bharosa nahi, zindagi ka mere,
is lute dil me koi rahe na rahe,

humne socha hai ab, dafn ho jaon main,
jaise mohabbat ko meri kiya jayega,
jeete jeete kahan aur kyun jaoonga
naam mera kahin to liya jayega,

mere doston, dekh lo tum mujhe,
aisa fir se tamasha mile na mile,
fir na kehna ki maine lutaya nahi,
loot lo tum bhi kuch, reh na jayen gile.

ABOUT LOVE

2006-03-27T01:58:00.000-08:00

In order to learn how to love, you first have to learn how to trust.

Promise to love me, not forever because forever is too short... but promise to love me each and every day of our lives.

The substance and essence that exists within Love, is Patience... its labour is bitter at times, but the fruit sweet. Know that you can not hasten Love, but let it bloom in its time.

True love can not be found where it truly doesn't exist, nor can it be hidden where it truly does.

Love: The most fun you can have without laughing.

I don't often mention how much you mean to me, but I hope you know that you're always in my heart, today.. tomorrow.. and even the day after FOREVER!

Don't force yourself to fall in love- just because you think it's your turn, wait... maybe Cupid is just havin' a hard time searching for the one who deserves the kind of love that you can give...

Love may be blind, but it still hurts when you run into walls.

True Love means to never let go, so if you do... chances are it was only lust. And it's not coming back to you.

To love is nothing, to be loved is something, to love and to be loved is everything.

In life you should only have one true lover, because the more you have, the more your heart will suffer.

Love is never a waste of time... even when it ends badly, you come out with a deeper understandng of yourself and of love.

WORLD

2006-03-27T01:28:00.000-08:00

World
(Chorus) Now, I found, that the world is round and of course it rains everyday.
Living tomorrow, where in the world will I be tomorrow? How far am I able to see? Or am I needed here?
(chorus...)
If I remember all of the things I have done, I'd remember all of the times I've gone wrong. Why do they keep me here?
(chorus...) And (chorus...) And (chorus...) And (chorus...)

BEE GEES

children

2006-03-06T21:47:00.000-08:00

Your children are not your children
They are sons and daughters of life longing for it self
They come through you but not from you
And though they are with you and yet they belong not to you

You may give your love to them but not your thoughts
For they have their own thoughts
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
Which you can not visit, not even in your dreams
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday

kahlil gibran

mai shayar badnaam

2006-03-02T22:31:00.000-08:00

Zakhm jalte hain kyun, dard hota hai kyun
Gam ki syahi se naghme likhe jaate hain,
Be wafai hai kyun , kyun lut te hain hum,
Pyaar ke daam kam kyun rakhe jaate hain,

Aisi mefil hain kyun, jisme bikte hai hum
Hai chiragoon ki rangat bhi badli hui
Itni pee li hai ki, botalein bhi khatam
Phir bhi halat ab tak bhi sambhali hui,

Tumne humse kaha , hum khatam ho gaye
Kaudiyon me bikegi meri yeh gazal,
Ab yehi taal hai, raat bhar ke liye,
Chahe kitna bhi lo apna lehja badal,

Main bika is quadar ,dard-e-baazar mein
Keematein mere zakhmo ki lagne lagi
Aansuon ki nami bhi koi le gaya,
Ab to mujhse dukanein bhi sajne lagi…

the karmayoga

2006-03-02T22:17:00.000-08:00

Arjuna: But, Krishna, if you consider knowledge of Brahman superior to any sort of action, why are you telling me to do these terrible deeds? Your statements confuse my mind. Tell me one definite way of reaching the highest good.

Krishna: I have already told you that, in this world, aspirants may find enlightenment by two different paths. For the contemplative is the path of knowledge: for the active is the path of selfless action. Freedom from activity is never achieved by abstaining from action. Nobody can become perfect by merely ceasing to act. In fact, nobody can ever rest from his activity even for a moment. All are helplessly forced to act, by the gunas. A man who renounces certain physical actions but still lets his mind dwell on the objects of his sensual desire, is deceiving himself. He can only be called a hypocrite. The truly admirable man controls his senses by the power of his will. All his actions are disinterested. All are directed along the path to union with Brahman.Activity is better than inertia. Act, but with self-control. If you are lazy, you cannot even sustain your own body. The world is imprisoned in its own activity, except when actions are performed as worship of God. Therefore you must perform every action sacramentally, and be free from all attachment to results.

“We all have scorpion stings”

2006-02-24T00:56:00.000-08:00

Theme of the art work

As human being we all have amazing numerous qualities
In which I have expressed the quality of “hurting “
Just like a scorpion sting we all have a nature and reaction hidden in ourselves
Which very suddenly can attack anybody when he/she is not at all expecting it
And to real it not at all less than poison can kill the emotions trust feelings of the prey

“The Last ZAMEENDAAR family”

2006-02-24T00:53:00.000-08:00

Theme of the art work

A typical portrait of a family with very glorious past but now days
Living life in scarcity and poverty such families everywhere in everyday life can be seen
Who still are carrying the temperament of the same glorious past but struggling for mere survival

Inspiration: family of NARSINGH BAHADUR of my village
Who is the last carrier of the glorious and rich past of his family tree
Just like his father he married two women and lives in his old and haunted home
With the same temperament
and even when they are struggling for the collection of bread for two times

“The Widows of Benaras”

2006-02-24T00:51:00.000-08:00

Theme of the art work

As Varanasi is famous for widows living in the area Godhuliya (actually means evening)
Who were sent there from Bengal or some other place most of them are/were “BAL VIDHWA”
Child widows who even don’t know the real meaning of marriage and were thrown in such a hell
To pass a lone some and cursed life
Their dreams are cruelly crushed the days of child hood and some happy moments passed in past
Carry then whole life
The death of the husband like a curse is always holding them in pain and agony and never let them out and
To the most worst part they have not even smiled from years

Inspiration: the morning walk on the Dashwashmedh Ghat (VARANASI) in the morning

About Manish

2006-02-19T20:54:00.000-08:00

Manish is a simple man of big dreams .He loves his small world and wants to create out some thing which he has perceived. He loves to be himself loves music, art, books, and always ready to enjoy sports. Sometimes he lives in a world of imagination which he has created himself and generally characters (very comic and heroic) are part of it. He has big dreams but never desperation to earn bags of money. He loves simple but smart girls but people generally misunderstand him. He searches for a girlfriend her soul mate who can smile with him all the time. He has a society of very good friends and companions and they all are very much like minded. They love talking and hanging around together. He never complains anything and loves most his parents and family. He wants to create the worlds and thoughts differently but never tells any body of his approach. Even whatever he has created can be magnified to his heart and soul but he never expects anybody to do that. He believes that life is to live and to make smiling moments out of it. Yes he never searches an identity but yes! He wants to be identified by every strange and new face
That is all about Manish.

2006-02-19T20:42:00.000-08:00

Every body carries his own cross on which he will be crucified but we can’t be Christ
As he was given one …but for us we choose one …we like to get crucified on the same …
Very slowly we make a habit of enjoying that pain….

It was always tough to choose a single moment to gift you …as I always thought they
Are mine but very soon I got that I have become so mean as those moments in my basket
Got stale and useless…they lost the importance, they lost the freshness
And happiness from them really
Had vanished…

THE WONDER OF YOU (Elvis Presley)

2006-02-17T03:31:00.000-08:00

When no-one else can understand me
When everything I do is wrong
You give me hope and consolation
You give me strength to carry on

And you're always there to lend a hand
In everything I do
That's the wonder
The wonder of you

And when you smile the world is brighter
You touch my hand and I'm a king
Your kiss to me is worth a fortune
Your love for me is everything

I'll guess I'll never know the reason why
You love me like you do
That's the wonder
The wonder of you

I am CrUcIfIeD

2006-02-17T03:16:00.000-08:00

Don’t push nails so hard in my flesh
Oh it burns more intense than my sin
On the cross am I fallen helpless
Burning are my sores slashed cruelly last night
I plead lift the cross slowly, gently
I know soon my body will hang down
And there will be a sword
Of pain tearing
Down my bones
Down the chest to belly
I can feel the thick blood in my head
And the burning metal thorns
Hot in sun and warmer are my tears
Which are helpless to flow
My breath hooked down my thirsty throat
Which becomes more dry with the
Rising sun;
My fading eyes can see the
Smiles on your face,
Every moment of enjoyment is visible in it Oh maker of all Let me hang down for a while So that I can hear the Groan of my last breath into my spine
I know my sins are more painful and are Deeper than the embedded nails But the pain is bitter than the smile of death.
I am torn from my head to my feet
I can taste the blue death flowing in my nerves Oh god I plead Give me one more chance to Die peacefully

when I am DEAD

2006-02-17T03:05:00.000-08:00

When I am dead,
my dearest
Don’t shed tears on my body
Sing no sad songs for me
don’t plant roses on my head
not even light gloomy candles for me
let grow the green beds over my memories
With showers and dewdrops wet
yes! If you don’t remember my face
and even you don’t turn the pages of album
I can’t feel the darkness of shadows
I can’t get soaked in rain
I can’t hear the music of breeze
I can’t feel the pain and sorrow
I can’t dream of the grey eveningsI can’t see the sun setting or rise
but what I will feel
People forgetting my name
People loving me less

if

2006-02-17T03:04:00.000-08:00

If are down the sprits and are the agonies burning
If the sadness is cutting your heart into bits
If the meanings of your words are fainted
If are you starved for a smiling glance
If your lips can’t stretch with happiness
If monotony is over you making you stale
Then break the rules ….. Be with me!!

Join the society of Manish Dwivedi
Be the deserved one
And the desired one.

ThE EaRtHqUaKe

2006-02-15T23:15:00.000-08:00

The nature really howling,
Poured in pain and death,
The hollowness of the silence,
Was also holding breath
The thrust was hard,
And blood spilled on,
The creations were down,
Yes was mankind’s dawn,
Shrilling yells, tears of blood
Whom I loved one more fell,
I was alone, and helpless
I had really nothing to tell,
What was there the nature’s fury
The terror was flowing in the airs,
The agony was hot and killing
Mind was stuck under the hairs,
Oh! Maker of death and terror,
Horror flows in the air,
Just I can tell and say,
Out of all in end
O! Horrible O! Horrible
Yes you are terrible.

Manish Dwivedi

WHEN

2006-02-15T23:02:00.000-08:00

When the things go wrong
When wrong are the senses
When the senses argue
When arguments are lost
When lost are memories
When the memories are colourless
When is colour less in sky
When the sky is hollow
When hollows are empty
When emptiness howls
When the howlings are hungry
When the hunger is silent
When silent are moments
When moments are gloomy
When gloom is like ice
When ice does not melt
When is melting the darkness
When are dark not nights
When nights are long
When are long the sufferings
When sufferings pain a lot
When lot of moments die
When death is near me
And myself all alone
Don’t leave me
Say “you love me”
-Manish Dwivedi

SANJEEV SAYS

2006-02-15T22:56:00.000-08:00

"...Aarghhh! who drew this picture on the grain silo?", cried mom. Curious, I approached the silo and looked at a creature in ink staring back at me. "Must be Manish.", and the matter got dropped.During my childhood, we had many such conversations. The only difference would be the object of discussion, a door, a wall, or even scraps of paper from the grocery. All of them adorned with beautiful pencil sketches. The culprit Manish would often just grin and not comment.Didi (elder sister), could certainly draw; she had a very good drawing hand, but she mostly copied from magazines, calendars, books or even other paintings. Manish is different. Even as a kid, he used to come up with genuinely new ideas. I guess part of the creativity was motivated by Rajeev. Rajeev is, what I truly call an engineer. Even when he was a kid, he used to have a very curious and creative mind about all the objects in the house. If the knife was blunt, it must be because Rajeev was trying to cut wood using it, if you saw a really curious artifact in a corner, most likely he made it. Anyway, Rajeev is a subject for a totally different article.Time passed and during one of the drawing classes in school, Mr. R. C. Rathore, our art instructor, was awestruck looking at some of Manish's sketches. In fact he was so much so taken, that he started coaching Manish privately. Manish ended up creating a lot of paintings and collages for him. Once, Mr. Rathore talked about taking Manish to an art competition and about him thinking of a career in drawing and painting. Dad refused and we thought that it was the end of Manish's art career, except for the occassional outburst from the artist in his notebook.To cut a long story short, Manish was selected to attend the School of Architecture in Roorkee University (now IIT-Roorkee). It is one of the most prestigious school and has an intake of around 60 students in architecture every year. (from the webpage of sanjeev dwivedi pratapgarh.com)

ABOUT MaNiSh DwIvEdI

2006-02-15T22:44:00.000-08:00

Hello,This is the best word I can find out to start an introduction .I am Manish Dwivedi.Two words and a man carrying this name from many years. With lots of live and memorable memories with some dreams some plans some smiles some expectations lots of ideas and a vision which every man is having according to him and a simple view for my life.
I love being myself all the time simple man with simple impressions and simple expressions. I love all the things a young boy of my age dreams of.Some times I am a bit boring to new people and arrogant too but for those who love me or like my company by choice or compulsion i can be a person with attitude and edgeBy my heart I am a simple man full of enthusiasm but lazy enough to get criticized all the time. Like every young heart I have lot to hide an lots of secrets and lots of things which i can boast off in my community.Like dreamers I sometimes put myself on very heroic scales and think of doing miracles but very clearly and quickly come back to the real groundHere in my introduction it the least interesting thing that i tell about my family and my background my education any thing asit is my humble approach to life that people must know a person who is always interested in their appreciation and friend ship who lives in these words and he is no other than any thing what really visible to them.So that is a bit about me and if you will proceed explore you will get more of me into these pages only