tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955662110394066172024-03-13T18:51:43.034-07:00GOING FOR CHANGEEverything that comes into my mind even for a microsecond , my philosophy , anything that influences me , anything which i wish to influence and sometimes typing weirdly , sometimes meditating in the blogs . sometimes a way to take a side from everyday life and enjoy one of its most beautiful offerings called writing. writing simply for love or love for writing and sometimes coincidentally writings has got more then a word in it and some time full of life.ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-15850797402437955172015-12-05T10:57:00.001-08:002015-12-05T10:58:21.037-08:00Towards The Truth<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;">The quote " Change is the only constant " appears to be one of the commonest one floating around.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;">But when it comes to experiential level , we live very differently.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;">With every year comes a new goal , a new planning , a new ideology which keeps us busy.Some of them stay for a longer time and some leave us too soon.Irrespective of their duration ,they all succeed in creating a sense of permanency in our mind. The idea that each of our present goal /ideology / thought is here to stay for eternity, makes sure we never come out of this loop.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;">Taking example from my own life. When I was 15-16 , I dreamt of becoming scientist and held science with utmost respect .Then during the college life I changed into a easy going boy who only cared to live , travel new places and have full fun. This was the stage when studies took the back seat (many of my school friends still doubt it and of course my parents ) and my philosophy about life started changing yet again.From science to social service was my new mantra along with lots of travel and fun all the time constituted my novel attitude.Then by the final years social service took the back seat(science was perhaps out of the car) and I started fantasizing about Computer science , high on-campus placement offers( remember how my dreams are changing and exactly how they follow the circumstances around). I was now feeling like I am made for the coding (blend of maths and easy money). But unable to meet the immediate dreams , my philosophy again started taking turns. Presently I am into changing myself from the core etc (spirituality and meditations ).</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;"> But what has started intriguing me now is the fact how every time I failed to realize , all the changes were temporary and purely circumstantial. I never really did anything out of choice.All I had was 2-3 choices out of billions of other choices .And even in that 2-3 choices it was purely out of circumstances , I ended up choosing that. Even the greater irony was in assuming that the ""choice"" was the result of my freedom to live. Adding to this cake of ignorance was the assumption my current state was permanent .And I could end up fighting(of course avoiding a physical argument ) to prove my point/philosophy.</span><br />
<br style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;" />
<span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;">Sadly this happens with almost everyone whom we meet in our everyday life .But the saddest part is , even when we are on our deathbed we fail to realize this (simple) nature's law that we are in nature's lap (not the other way around)and we die with this crown of ignorance. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;">The truth that " all of us are undergoing continuous change and yet not able to realize/experience this " remains hidden from most of us.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;"> Why dont we notice this simple phenomenon . Why dont we see ourselves contradicting our very own thoughts which had kept us busy a year ago. If someone points out for us we disguise it into self improvement etc . But again the changes come.We hardly notice.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;"> Actually we keep happening by accident . Any thought or idea or philosophy comes and hijacks us and makes us believe that this ""idea /thought" is the ultimate . During this period when we are romanticizing with a particular idea , that idea becomes the significant part of our life/soul. We are so much attached to it that we start seeing everything using the filter of that idea and when the doomsday comes for our "idea/dream" we get horrified and scared.We start feeling the vacuum created by the absence of it. Yet soon our old idea smoothly gets transitioned to new one and rarely giving us a time to stop and ponder upon it.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;"> My point basically is , what if we undergo all this change exactly the same way as we do but with a eye to keep a watch on it. We keep changing ourselves even our behavior and personality but consciously.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;">This has the power to liberate us from the suffering.Before delving into this lets explore the cause of suffering.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;">Suffering occurs when our old idea gets into the phase of transition .And this transition hurts because it creates a feeling of being left alone .It makes us feel as if something very dear to us is leaving us. This is very ironical as cause of suffering can be as simple as this but the consequences can be very explosive (likes of suicide, depression etc).</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;"> What I am trying to say is (not I but all sages since ages , I am just chanting their words) once we become conscious of how these changes occur within us , how we gradually switch from one idea to other we begin to realize the futility of the seriousness of these ideas in our life . The reason being they all our happening by accidents which means our ideas are 100% conditioned to surroundings.( a 18 year child in India can be mad for clearing engineering entrance , a man in ISIS can be mad for converting the whole world into islam , a woman in USA might be fighting feminism etc). Again I am not saying we should end all of it . All these things in the material world will continue to happen but if we are conscious that our dreams and passions our just the repercussions of the society nearby or just any external influence , we will not take this bondage with our "idea" seriously .Consequently our happiness will never be the function of these ideas( whether they fail or succeed ). </span></div>
ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-77108980870681430572015-12-04T10:44:00.002-08:002015-12-04T10:53:09.706-08:00Why we miss the truth<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Continued .. from last post<br />
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The truth that " all of us are undergoing continuous change and yet not able to realize/experience this " remains hidden from most of us.<br />
Why dont we notice this simple phenomenon . Why dont we see ourselves contradicting our very own thoughts which had kept us busy a year ago. If someone points out for us we disguise it into self improvement etc . But again the changes come.We hardly notice.<br />
Actually we keep happening by accident . Any thought or idea or philosophy comes and hijacks us and makes us believe that this ""idea /thought" is the ultimate . During this period when we are romanticizing with a particular idea , that idea becomes the significant part of our life/soul. We are so much attached to it that we start seeing everything using the filter of that idea and when the doomsday comes for our "idea/dream" we get horrified and scared.We start feeling the vacuum created by the absence of it. Yet soon our old idea smoothly gets transitioned to new one and rarely giving us a time to stop and ponder upon it.<br />
My point basically is , what if we undergo all this change exactly the same way as we do but with a eye to keep a watch on it. We keep changing ourselves even our behavior and personality but consciously.<br />
This has the power to liberate us from the suffering.Before delving into this lets explore the cause of suffering.<br />
Suffering occurs when our old idea gets into the phase of transition .And this transition hurts because it creates a feeling of being left alone .It makes us feel as if something very dear to us is leaving us. This is very ironical as cause of suffering can be as simple as this but the consequences can be very explosive (likes of suicide, depression etc).<br />
What I am trying to say is (not I but all sages since ages , I am just chanting their words) once we become conscious of how these changes occur within us , how we gradually switch from one idea to other we begin to realize the futility of the seriousness of these ideas in our life . The reason being they all our happening by accidents which means our ideas are 100% conditioned to surroundings.( a 18 year child in India can be mad for clearing engineering entrance , a man in ISIS can be mad for converting the whole world into islam , a woman in USA might be fighting feminism etc). Again I am not saying we should end all of it . All these things in the material world will continue to happen but if we are conscious that our dreams and passions our just the repercussions of the society nearby or just any external influence , we will not take this bondage with our "idea" seriously .Consequently our happiness will never be the function of these ideas( whether they fail or succeed ). <br />
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ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-52587737481599209532015-12-03T11:14:00.002-08:002015-12-03T20:46:34.225-08:00A different take on "change"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The quote " Change is the only constant " appears to be one of the commonest one floating around.<br />
But when it comes to experiential level , we live very differently.<br />
With every year comes a new goal , a new planning , a new ideology which keeps us busy.Some of them stay for a longer time and some leave us too soon.Irrespective of their duration ,they all succeed in creating a sense of permanency in our mind. The idea that each of our present goal /ideology / thought is here to stay for eternity, makes sure we never come out of this loop.<br />
Taking example from my own life. When I was 15-16 , I dreamt of becoming scientist and held science with utmost respect .Then during the college life I changed into a easy going boy who only cared to live , travel new places and have full fun. This was the stage when studies took the back seat (many of my school friends still doubt it and of course my parents ) and my philosophy about life started changing yet again.From science to social service was my new mantra along with lots of travel and fun all the time constituted my novel attitude.Then by the final years social service took the back seat(science was perhaps out of the car) and I started fantasizing about Computer science , high on-campus placement offers( remember how my dreams are changing and exactly how they follow the circumstances around). I was now feeling like I am made for the coding (blend of maths and easy money). But unable to meet the immediate dreams , my philosophy again started taking turns. Presently I am into changing myself from the core etc (spirituality and meditations ).<br />
But what has started intriguing me now is the fact how every time I failed to realize , all the changes were temporary and purely circumstantial. I never really did anything out of choice.All I had was 2-3 choices out of billions of other choices .And even in that 2-3 choices it was purely out of circumstances , I ended up choosing that. Even the greater irony was in assuming that the ""choice"" was the result of my freedom to live. Adding to this cake of ignorance was the assumption my current state was permanent .And I could end up fighting(of course avoiding a physical argument ) to prove my point/philosophy.<br />
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Sadly this happens with almost everyone whom we meet in our everyday life .But the saddest part is , even when we are on our deathbed we fail to realize this (simple) nature's law that we are in nature's lap (not the other way around)and we die with this crown of ignorance. </div>
ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-18709338989237423722015-04-14T01:30:00.000-07:002015-04-14T02:22:38.567-07:00Lets get aware of grass <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It wont take more than 5 minutes of speculation(honesty is indeed needed) to reach to a conclusion that whatever we have been (most of us) in our life , most of the experiences were more of derived ones from family , media, religion, country rather than being original.<br />
Right from the childhood going through the same academics(cbse,icse , b.tech) , playing only those few games and hence doing the same kind of mistakes and getting the same kind of responses as well from the people and nature around.The older we become, our surrounding's(and we as well) tolerance towards our variations(independence) keeps on reducing and fortunately we are quite smart to adapt to that.<br />
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Finally most of us going through the same funnel(a job or more newly a startup, phd) of life . Basically variables which define us keep on decreasing but in our mind we keep on becoming big. Those few variables now become our life.Our consciousness becomes smaller and worldly influence on our mind is as strong as mountains. I don't mean anywhere that I am against marriage , formal education etc. My concern is (of course for me as well may be that's why I am writing here) we human beings are becoming clones of each other. We are proudly saying we are unique but than we are becoming the next men in the house , city , college. The data gathered in our mind is determining our course of life which unfortunately is uniform throughout the mankind and hence the consequences are clone human beings.<br />
We all need certificates to prove our worth , we all need marriage to lead a satisfying life, we all become agitated at once , we all become lovely in the next moment . Point is not to boycott marriage , education system but to realize that these decisions should come from our core and not from the influences of the neighbor.Every experience we undergo whether its education , marriage we just need a shift from subconsciousness to consciousness.A slight opening of eyes and awareness towards every moment we live here on earth.And this is what differentiates us from animals and plants.<br />
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We say , we are what we are (I am what I am) but rarely we realize this is also picked from somewhere .We are not what we are , we are only what the next one is<br />
I think awareness of this "flaw in our life" will be enough for us to be unsatisfied and seek for the bigger truth and then at least we will be able to take few decision completely independent from the data stored in our mind because data in mind was on Wikipedia , Google and books yesterday. And still if you say you are what your books teach you than you have been just got unlucky because you studied <b>xyz</b> book first or you were born in <b>abc</b> country which shaped your course of life and thoughts.And it can change in the next moment when you read a new book .<br />
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To start with lets start with the grass. Lets become aware of grass atleast.<br />
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ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-47335520940111657602014-10-12T10:07:00.001-07:002014-10-12T10:07:34.376-07:00Nostalgia and its repercussions<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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old photos , revisiting schools , colleges , old home etc. Strangest things
begin to happen when you are submerged into nostalgic feelings. You feel the
possibility to touch your past yet it
forever goes tangentially just like the blow of wind . And if you are unfortunate enough to listen to some soothing or similar
kind of music at the same time you will go only deeper into the ocean and yet
will remain enough far from reliving those experience. But these nostalgic
moments does much more, if for a while we forget our present and allow
ourselves to fall freely into this ocean. And then we observe the change we
have been , so much things should have been retained with us but they all or
few have been lost during the journey from past to present. Rhetoric it may sound ,nostalgia reminds us of few things we just need to grab
it immediately from the past. Whether
it was to smile for no reasons , care freely laughing like mad , making friends
without any boundaries , fearlessness , being oblivion to disrespect and dishonor and above
all being happy for no reasons or perhaps microscopic reasons. Each of us have so many things to
take back from the few minutes of
nostalgia . (Taking assumption that each has some imperfection)</div>
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ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-23271339226678361742014-05-22T08:42:00.001-07:002014-05-22T08:42:21.603-07:00Longest journey till now<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Last time I had a
trip to Bangalore for 1 week and I thought I had a journey. I spent a month in village teaching kids and
I thought I had a journey . I spent a fortnight trying to aware the villagers
for education and I thought that I had a journey. Well now I have completed my
engineering though in minimum time
of 4 years , my mind and memory still
looks too small to create a thought out of the vast ocean of experiences in
last 4 years. But thanks to god I have
this alternative (always trying to respond ) to cry out aloud but the mind
always controlled it. </div>
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Now keeping the mind
aside for sometime , Yes my soul can feel last 4 years , in fact the every
pieces of mine has last 4 years strongly imbibed in it. Friends who have seen me 4 years before and now , they can tell in one
scan I carry all those 4 years without
any overflows or ambiguity . And that’s
why I feel achieved more when I represent and live those experiences than a job
which I got here. </div>
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And equally
important had been the acquaintance with so many different kinds of people from
all corners of the country. And yes like any one of you initially I made 20
best friends then fought with couple of them and then again made up with them
and then again fought them and finally before leaving could filter few friends
who can be there for lifetime , some for may be little less and some whom you
don’t want to remember ever (but you never know when your soul defeats your
mind and you accept every one ).</div>
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Whether it was
getting too much personal ( liking
sharing room , cloths etc . ) , falling for a girls or many , argument with
father ( showing I am growing ) , fear of failure or perhaps a fail in
engineering drawing , rejection experience in a campus interview , walking
lonely after a fight with friend, sometimes too much thinking about the future
, or feeling amused thinking that there can be this kind of a guy as well ,
insulted by a girl whom I propose , or viral laziness across the whole hostel ,
nocturnal gossips , sticking all day to laptops
etc . </div>
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Everyone has his/her
share of adequate experiences , and mostly chances are it makes us atleast an
inch better than we commenced our college. But happiness lies in understanding
and letting it know to each of our cells and dna that life will always move on
, friends who are best now may become stranger , job which looks dream now may
become cause of the worry , or in a more positive way friends who are on
lighter side may become closer , less paid job may become heaven . Change will
come , everything will change ,places , people , best friends , love , dreams.
But one thing I hope is , let all
these changes be in symphony with the
experiences I had and let alarm bell
always keep reminding us that this mistake shouldn’t be repeated. And above all
last 4 years will be perhaps by written in the boldest format and yes nostalgia
will again make me cry.</div>
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ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-45995787635314741892014-01-24T00:16:00.000-08:002014-01-24T07:24:50.915-08:00truth - as I try to find and then lose it....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I have realized
lately , the most difficult task for me to decide is which group I belong. Even
a bigger challenge remains to keep
myself unbiased of so many things happening around and to know why I need a
group to prove my truth</div>
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. The more I think I
am unbiased about my choice the more biased views seem to become. I am 22 now
and already have seen so many different genres of thoughts and ideology .
Recent elections and dramatic rise of AAP has suddenly created new waves of
thought. But quicker are the people who already know which poles they belong to. And I
am very well part of that magnet and certainly not the one whose thoughts
changes but rather looks for those
evidence which only makes my decision to chose a particular pole even stronger
without ever trying to look how world looks from the opposite side.</div>
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Consequently we have people who talk to us good on our face but in their mind they had
already assigned us the particular location. The biggest of challenge for our
country is not the universal acceptance of secularism but the challenge to know
the real truth which already has the previous criteria imbibed in it. And same is with me. And hence is my
challenge to break this cage. </div>
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Inspired by Gandhi's
talisman of introspection leaves me sometimes in even wider range of doubts.</div>
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But atleast one
thing is very clear , truth is one of the toughest thing to discover for me.
Truth , atleast to me ,don’t seem to
come spontaneously may be because my subconscious is too much damaged by
deliberate biased thoughts of surroundings. Truth still seems a distant
destination for me , searching truth may perhaps make me break my own glass keeping pillars of
thoughts stacked on each other since last 22 years. Ofcourse some of those
pieces of truth might be correct but for a stack to function they have to be
aligned correctly. </div>
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Which again leads me
to believe even more strongly in god because he is the only bridge between me
and truth . And somewhere I have read hope never lets you down . And I will
keep questioning my truth and at the same time my partial biased flickering mind
will keep saying wrong words. But I assure you they will be more refined then
yesterday.</div>
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ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-65901119947850315892014-01-15T21:18:00.001-08:002014-01-15T21:25:47.031-08:00hope to me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hope to me is , dry
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snowy
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Flowers waiting for the sun to spread its petals<br />
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Love waiting for the
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Child in the fetus
waiting to come into the world</div>
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child hoping to become a man </div>
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ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-71665790573223272162013-10-02T03:08:00.000-07:002013-10-02T12:54:45.446-07:00Gandhi how and why always keeps me inspiring..................<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The larger part of
my life has been more influenced by
physicist , bollywood stars , cricket stars . Post then has been more about the
domination of inspiration over influence. After the suggestion from by closest friend
I started going through "My experiment with truth" in my second year
of graduation. For the first few month I
managed to complete just 60 pages of ebook.
But the honesty so plainly expressed
had already struck the first
cord. Then a little bit of google about Gandhi , his famous and unfamous
writings were absorbing me almost homogenously . But lately I found many were
not of the same view as of mine , so I left discussing about him. I thought may
be I don’t know the history much so better is to be quiet .</div>
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Then after a break
of a year , finally got the hard copy
of "My experiment with truth".
Since then I have been stormed by numerous radical transformation in my thoughts
.Whether its my growing ability to restrain myself from nonsense criticizing of
others , ability to accept the mistakes , ability to take the pride with
humility in noble deeds , ability to introspect, strong believer of piece and
above all ability to give. And few pending things which I might take a little
longer is to love selflessly , sacrifice for the cause ,truth and humanity are
all dedicated to Mahatma . With his plethora of inspirational quotes ,he keeps inspiring me thousand times .</div>
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Whether his sacrificing nature or ability to
accept his greatest or guilt shame or practicing his verse with such
consistency or the concept of non-violence , satyagrah , non-cooperation
movement or his principles of
swaraj . He has been like a
trendsetter of peace and humanity.</div>
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A thin common man always motivating with his
relentless long walks , stick and a gita in his hands and a always glued smile
, experimenting world's most uncommon noble deeds. When world was busy making
atomic bombs , he kept teaching thousands of his countrymen about non-violence
,, he taught us to discard english clothes , he made us to make salt for our
own , he fought for thousands in foreign land of south africa and
yet our generation keep
criticizing him for INDIA-PAKISTAN many
more which I don’t even know.But for me
and many others he kept inspiring us .</div>
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5pQRJZFF0o0/UkvwRu0qUDI/AAAAAAAAAOY/mvKTDjqW6TM/s1600/images+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5pQRJZFF0o0/UkvwRu0qUDI/AAAAAAAAAOY/mvKTDjqW6TM/s1600/images+(2).jpg" /></a>I feel saddened to
see today people especially Indians criticize
Gandhi but praise Martin luther King who himself was ardent Gandhi follower. We keep comparing
between bhagat singh and gandhi , patel
and gandhi etc. We are dividing our own country , we are cutting our own souls.
Instead of uniting two good souls we continuously try to prove superiority of
one over others. Being from educated class of India our thoughts should not be
drifted along with the wind rather lets have our own unbiased ,researched
notions atleast for these great people. </div>
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On his 144th birth
anniversary I dedicate this to Mahatma Gandhi , hopefully someday some of us
learn from some of his reminiscences and
above all take pride in saying yes Gandhi is the father of nation. Because if we
know him , if we study him not through the spectacles of others , we will know
that Gandhi was a magnificent phenomena , who processed every second , who
transformed every minute for the better. A few shortcoming everyone has and he
also had but he himself said "</div>
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<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12.0pt;">Freedom</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt;"> is not </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12.0pt;">worth</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt;"> having if it does not include the freedom to
make </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12.0pt;">mistakes</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt;">.".</span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;">Lets remember the
mahatma on his "birth anniversary and world non-violence day" for the
truth he stood for , for sacrifice he made , for the pains he underwent for his
countrymen .</span></div>
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ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-79141973246012846612013-09-12T00:57:00.001-07:002013-09-12T00:59:39.365-07:00Like the rain stopped raining<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Like the wind
stopped blowing</div>
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Like the rain
stopped raining</div>
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Like the birds
stopped flying</div>
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Like the stars
restrained from shining</div>
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The way you stopped calling</div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;">The way you stopped
noticing</span></div>
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The way you stopped
loving </div>
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The way you started
forgetting</div>
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The way you started
departing</div>
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Like the trees
shedding its leaves </div>
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Like the land
started drying</div>
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Like the stranger
stopped gazing at stars</div>
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Like sky started
becoming uglier</div>
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Like the wings
started falling</div>
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The way loneliness
started captivating me</div>
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The way sleepless
night became the most frequent encounter </div>
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The way I started
drowning more and more in your memories</div>
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The way oblivion
became more and more familiar</div>
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ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-52979878374353836402013-06-20T03:21:00.000-07:002013-06-20T06:00:41.007-07:00My experience with WORK<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The last one month had been mostly engaged directly and at times indirectly to my maiden teaching experience to tribal and village children. and what had been the most astounding outcome of this experience is what I have referred in the heading.<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rlqY9hDK23o/UcL7PaQ6hRI/AAAAAAAAANo/4AzU_UMd5sc/s1600/0000-cl965133081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rlqY9hDK23o/UcL7PaQ6hRI/AAAAAAAAANo/4AzU_UMd5sc/s320/0000-cl965133081.jpg" width="320" /></a>In last 5 years since I have gained some sort of seriousness towards studies , career infact to myself the word "work " had become important for me. Of course most significant being during my preparation times for engineering entrance and few others being in college scattered in 4th and 6th semester . Sometimes I would be appreciated for my work or achievement making the greed for these praises to be inflated and gradually fuel for my work would shift from the purpose to these appreciation .Which I realized only lately, actually ended up diluting the honesty from my work and so the outcome .<br />
And it is here where my teaching experience in village seem to be contradicting my previous concepts about work. Thanks to Anand bhaiya who coordinates "seva samarpan sansthan in UP" who gave me opportunity to meet many wonderful and socially active people. It is here I started getting a lot of appreciation and praises for my work , which I dont remember when I got this much last time!. And soon i realized that I was actually the buffalo who was being stimulated by the bell but I strictly following old hindi proverb (bhains ke aage been bajaane se kya fayda).<br />
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Yes , first time I realized these appreciations were not at all sticking to my identity perhaps making me feel unworthy of it. First time I realized I was actually drowned fully in my work and nothing else mattered. First time my sense started to rewind those "GITA's verse saying work is the sole purpose of human being".Perhaps teaching those kids out there was very close to my heart or whatever I know now finally what does it mean to work and yet be able to abstain myself from its result and appreciations because the moment these results and greed for appreciations creep into my work I find work to be slowly diluting and disintegrating and what remains is just me fighting for my own identity and not for the purpose or cause above all the "WORK".</div>
ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-50787107223437289102013-05-11T07:58:00.000-07:002013-05-11T07:58:10.400-07:00my hope.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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dreams in eyes grew bigger<br />
eyes started shining brighter<br />
<br />
darkness had to take a hide<br />
wings spread apart to take me for a higher ride<br />
<br />
finally I was flying in the sky<br />
even the thousand failure began to feel shy<br />
<br />
just when i was ready to get into the rocket<br />
suddenly my searching hands found a long written pages in my pocket<br />
<br />
which said<br />
" no matter how many times you have to try<br />
no matter however many dont care to look into your story before judging you<br />
<br />
<br />
but to myself i remain a simple lad trying to improve his shortcomings<br />
sometimes missed and sometimes it works for the better<br />
i still have that one or two friend who knows me for my journey and not for my destination<br />
i still have not lost the faith in "hope " which is indeed the best thing i have known lately."<br />
<br />
and finally crowds had to give a standing avation<br />
for my story reaches the last word of its narration.<br />
<br />
and yes its all what my small eyes can envision and still dreams<br />
but one thing which i already have attained is<br />
i am currently in relationship with "hope"<br />
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ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-40993186107233550582013-04-05T10:35:00.003-07:002013-04-05T10:35:33.264-07:00and i am walking again<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dreams taking a hide
in dark shelter</div>
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Work enjoying a few
extra hours of sleep</div>
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Courage still
waiting to reload itself</div>
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Patience has yet to
prove </div>
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Well they all seem
to be infected by one virus</div>
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More communicable
then any endemic </div>
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More fatal then any
disease</div>
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Swung my head , few
extra deep breath</div>
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And the lines I had
conceived last month </div>
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"in most cases
it’s the laziness stopping us do the most marvelous work which we confuse with
the risks"</div>
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Suddenly after
hiccups and belching came out</div>
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Yes I was("only
was") also infected by laziness. </div>
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yes i am walking again.</div>
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ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-77557828765032337082013-02-15T10:35:00.001-08:002013-02-15T10:37:44.125-08:00questioning mind <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">influenced so much
by the relativity ,mind always try to justify every situation and
sometimes with very strange logics. even the acts of kindness which seems to </span><span style="font-size: 15px;">instil me with bliss</span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> is questioned by
mind perhaps sometimes with weirdest of the queries. like is it really needed to uplift the life of
poors , arent they used to their living for so many years , do
the underprivileged(according to our definitions) really need to be like ours ,
will I really wish to do for them or is it for myself. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Empathy is nice but
there are more then the half whose life is run by violence , epitome of egoism
, </span><span style="font-size: 15px;">arrogance</span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> irrational thoughts infact they are far more then the "defined
goods" around me. And I have found out it’s the case again with more then
the half who give some amount of time on analyzing these things.</span></span></div>
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And still these type
of people are able to complete their average life span.wise people say they are
ignorant and their soul is always sad and tensed but they claim to be confident
and cool. </div>
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I know these
questions are very strange but I am beginning to realize what I really want to
do with my life and all these questions play a role , I don’t think I will be
able to go forward without answering these. Though each day a lot of doubt is
being cleared else if I had written it down a year ago even 10 pages wont be
enough.<br />
I am beginning to find what I really love to do and I am beginning to
find I want to live with love though I have experience hatred as well but I
feel I am not made for it for I am not able to keep myself under hatred feeling
.even the biggest of shock seem far momentary in front of my happiness period.
Still I want to be doubt free before I put forward my next step or perhaps the
next step will itself delete these queries or answer them. </div>
</div>
ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-24205946299139146502013-01-11T09:19:00.002-08:002013-01-11T09:23:46.102-08:00 a thought<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I just happened to question my feeling good emotions and suddenly lessons of introspection peeps into my mind and I
questioned my mind hey dude! Why are you so happy. And with possible
recollection of my most recent memories I remind myself neither I got 8.47 sgpa , nor was presented
by mr president nor was gifted a new bike nor a kiss from my girlfriend , neither I have contributed in anyway to remove corruption , poverty from
society nor came out of a 1hr deep meditation. Perhaps I am simply blank
with no reasons and yet happy , feeling
so much of love within . </div>
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And then I thought
now time has come to reason out the difference between present state and when I
am in some other state. Now I need to drive my subconscious with my
consciousness . I have to think , I have to tell my mind if I need no reasons to feel the bliss then why
not continue being reasonless atleast try it consciously .</div>
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Seriously and I am sure many of would have
sometime felt like this and may be not because you forgot to take notice of it.
Lets strengthen our consciousness to recognize when we are in positive state ,
reason it out , continue with it. Because this state of bliss is motivating me
to accomplish all those reasons to amplify the present state. The reason to get
8.47sgpa , a kiss from her , make a ngo , contribute to society development ,
indulge myself in deeper meditation , and let love which I am feeling within to
wander outside and share with the world. And when it happens it’s the simplest
logic ever and when don’t it remains a mystery forever.</div>
</div>
ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-39300690275617613052012-12-25T23:45:00.001-08:002012-12-25T23:48:41.884-08:00a sight<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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long grass with converging tip giving some </div>
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Space to brownish
mud peeping here and there </div>
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Just when my sight
could reach reddening sky</div>
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The field had
already affirmed my beliefs</div>
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The bigger we become
to the outside world</div>
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Narrower we become
within ourselves</div>
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Our thoughts instead
of accepting more diversity</div>
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Starts converging to
our false pride</div>
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And the gleam in the
eyes of the pride</div>
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Perhaps makes
everything else secondary</div>
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But still often the
filthy brownish mud </div>
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Tries to clean our
vision but only to get rejected.</div>
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ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-35490826781323602562012-12-23T06:24:00.001-08:002012-12-23T06:24:30.877-08:00To get rid of crime(rape)--What a common man can do <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I was just wondering
if the increasing strength of our defense system has really helped in
controlling the number of deaths and various destructions and wars. I am
ofcourse far from the actual facts and figures.</div>
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2d1eII9GHuU/UNcT6La8QUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SfWDw4PAUAU/s1600/white-collar-crime-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2d1eII9GHuU/UNcT6La8QUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SfWDw4PAUAU/s320/white-collar-crime-1.jpg" width="320" /></a>And so the 80000
police force in nation capital . They might be doing their work and might have
solved several cases and might even have saved few crimes from happening. But
still murders, robbery , rapes , gang rapes happen provoking the common people to react , shout at the system . </div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> But they forgot
that loss has already happened . And in days to come they themselves will
return to normal life till the next crime(</span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">for
it to come under highlight , this one really has to be a lot severe and must
happen with urban man or woman</span><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">) happens.
And in this I have more then 100% faith. For rapes , killing has been happening
for more then a century . And also the frequency of those crime has only been
increasing irrespective of government in charge , number of police force and
our defense system .</span></div>
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And the fact
remains that we can never really eliminate from our society. What we can wish
for is the decreased frequency of crime. And for this we have to start from the
ourselves We can learn from those
nations which has decent history considering crime. </div>
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And regarding rape it starts
from individual , from individual's mind. I am stil sure the rape case recently
occurring in delhi surely would not be conscious pre-planned. But their (rapists) subconscious
must have informations enough to validate this crime. And this subconscious is
what which stores our history. The family , the friends circle , the way we
have been brought up. And hence the care should be taken there. How often we
ourselves would have teased or atleast felt tempted to do so to girls in public
place . The reason being we (most of us )live in society where girls remain alien to us or e never been told to see girl
for then just a mere body.</div>
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From our very own
family sons are always given a lot more attention then girl child. Increasing
cases of foeticides itself reveals that girl child our always looked with
shameful eyes. And when the same girl grows up and is raped, same mother cries
because she is not able show his face to society. her father would perhaps
never talk to her. Society will never accept her. Instead of empathy they can
show all they care is to protect self made brittle pseudo respect in the
society. </div>
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and I think the very basic
architecture of this has to be changed. Lets start from the equality. We
condemn Wests for its multiple affairs , divorce and at them same time happily
accept the rape cases here . We reserve special seats for ladies in bus , train
, colleges. Our very basic government structure and as well as family structure
encourages these crime by representing girl ha a weak symbol. And when rape
happens we grimace our face in such a way as if something so miraculously bad
has happened. </div>
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Lets start with primary education. Lets the
coming generation know that girl is no less then a boy. Let them see the beauty of simultaneous prospering of both the gender in even climate
and respect each other. Lets give space for love , shifting our anger , pride ,
self. And it will take time but result will be what we all want. </div>
</div>
ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-33096504682639479212012-11-27T09:26:00.001-08:002012-11-27T09:26:26.514-08:00just few.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
few stones waiting to be hurled down to other side of lake<br />
few drops waiting to be dropped down<br />
few words waiting to be slipped of my tongue<br />
few thoughts waiting to escape my mind<br />
few ideas waiting to fly in the sky<br />
few emotions waiting to be exploded, expressed ,said and rejoiced<br />
<br />
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ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-18284031759745389832012-11-02T09:25:00.002-07:002012-11-04T07:56:07.120-08:00Rabbits and We.............<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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walking down the long quite pavement<br />
redness across the sky possibly started to bid farewell to sun<br />
with no watch tied across the wrist<br />
perhaps this was the best time to guess the known<br />
<br />
<br />
taking a few steps further on the grass, those two<br />
rabbits struck right at the centre of my pupil perhaps look <br />
like carrying inherent traits from white angels from my dreams<br />
but something else something more then colour was there<br />
<br />
jumping and hurling tiny splashes of water on each other<br />
sounding as if dog is singing without those two front teeth<br />
which was soon to become a song singing for funeral<br />
when a arrow waiting to be pulled down for long<br />
<br />
struck right into beautiful eyes<br />
and the other had one no choice other then to escape<br />
i zoomed my camera to find its heart beating increased manifolds<br />
but still hours later it came , only to find his friend resting in peace<br />
<br />
to us , its expression were still unread , ununderstood<br />
and hence we named them feeling less<br />
just because our emotion didnt resonate with theirs<br />
we kill them , we eat them , we rape , we steal , we hate , we discriminate<br />
<br />
<br />
being symmetric was always the nature's preference<br />
and now we try to see it with fogged specs<br />
the screen is now filled with only me<br />
with hardly any space for love , bliss , respect.<br />
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ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-25640419749744443902012-10-24T06:31:00.002-07:002012-10-24T09:59:28.106-07:00And I missed to give a call <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Kept beside the window was a filthy and dusted diary</div>
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storm had the pages
waving </div>
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But with the advent of heavy rain </div>
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Wind had to quickly
take a reside in some new place</div>
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Till then the waving
pages had taken a pause</div>
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But wind had already
marked its second influence</div>
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The complete 2nd
paragraph on that page</div>
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Was embellish by the
fallen water paint</div>
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And finally what
looked to be planned afterwards happened</div>
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My pair of eyes flew
to those multicolored lines</div>
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Only to find vary
familiar handwriting </div>
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Written in bold
red "call 9787336583" dated
"12\12\2009"</div>
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If I could remember
it was the last day of school</div>
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If I could remember
it was given to me by that someone</div>
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Whom I had been
looking into , for atleast 5 years</div>
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Guess what IIT
always works as climax in everyone's story</div>
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Physics , chemistry
, math books were piled up next , diary at the bottom</div>
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Could never
open the diary and never add a word more</div>
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Until the storm came
until the rain came until the water paint fell on it</div>
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until it became dusted until it became
filthy until now</div>
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And I missed to give
a call on that and in</div>
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A month I found I
missed the IIT too (though approximately )</div>
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And now I wonder how
did she reach to my diary</div>
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When I had only asked for filling the slam book</div>
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And now I realize
what I had missed what could already have been mine</div>
<br />
<br />
years old dream suddenly blommed from grave <br /> only to realize grave is still a better place<br /> and left me with a fanitest echo of extremist optimism<br /> "Thank god water paint didnt fell on the next few lines<br /> "Thank god I didn’t go throw the next few lines "<br /> What If it had ".............….. you"<br />
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ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-1263388407577155012012-10-14T05:10:00.000-07:002012-10-14T05:10:28.620-07:00She....still happens....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<br />
she danced , she sang and she was loved<br />
she blossomed , she shone like a pearl<br />
just when she thought<br />
to take the control of her decison<br />
she knew all her past had been planned<br />
only to let herself become a better bride<br />
<br />
but after the "better" everything became like dust of eyes<br />
she was now far from her past<br />
sitting once in the balcony she thought<br />
only to discover the futility of her passions<br />
dreams were when condensed to pain<br />
was still alien to her<br />
<br />
she became a mother<br />
she thought to rediscover her dream<br />
in the eyes of her daughter<br />
she worked , she sweat , she endured<br />
hoping her god has got some godliness left<br />
<br />
years later she had the 2nd discovery of her life<br />
she had been only the housekeeper<br />
stubbornness of mind again had the victory over innocence of heart<br />
she cried she begged she prayed<br />
only to find the futility of her love and motherhood<br />
<br />
her daughter taking the legacy<br />
only to complete the another circle<br />
and she in the heaven<br />
only if some godliness is left in him. </div>
ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-81489789080909671142012-10-10T01:51:00.002-07:002012-10-10T01:51:23.472-07:00 If only you forgive me...........<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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when mind is fogged by the selfishness<br /> when other's emotions remains their only<br /> when pride of mind kills the child inside<br /> when self obsession disconnects the self from reality<br /> <br /> i seek exemption from the past sin<br /> i have come to know if sacred Ganges water still exists to unload all my devil<br /> i pledge before you to forgive the ignorance<br /> i promise to redeem the inside with innocence<br /> <br /> if only you forgive me<br /> if only you accept me as a new person<br /> who will try to become a better man every hour every second every moment<br /> and yet veiled by the same body and face<br /> if only you guide me <img alt="smile" class="emote_img" src="https://s-static.ak.facebook.com/images/blank.gif" style="background-position: 0px 0pt;" title=":)" /></div>
ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-60402991244989820902012-10-06T07:09:00.004-07:002012-10-06T08:24:24.934-07:00a sleep in the evening <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
just a little drowsiness after the evening sleep<br />
just a little ache in the head<br />
just short of the critical momentum needed to get out of the bed<br />
just a little slow in mobilizing fingers on the keyboard<br />
<br />
then i know that i am lacking energy<br />
inspiration has been veiled by the fogs<br />
love is also residing somewhere far in the unknown cottage<br />
people close have been far for a while<br />
<br />
but then as learnt<br />
i put the switch in "on" mode<br />
because i just had 2 choice<br />
on or off , i went for "on" first deliberately and then it became natural<br />
<br />
then suddenly still writing<br />
backgrounds began to take a shift<br />
drowsiness encouraged me to get energised to defeat it<br />
ache in the head became like battling at the border inspite of pain <br />
<br />
i began stretching my thoughts through the fogs to grab the inspiration<br />
and suddenly Helen Keller's quote struck<br />
<span class="huge">"<span style="font-size: x-small;">Your success and happiness lies in you. Resolve to
keep happy, and your joy and you shall form an invincible host against
difficulties</span>."</span><br />
<br />
memories of great times with friends , family and few others sprouted the buried love<br />
i gave the another call to the people close<br />
and he said he had been waiting as his balance was over<br />
and now i have to go for the evening walk with him.<br />
</div>
ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-44018356241935869542012-09-09T03:35:00.000-07:002012-09-09T11:07:54.808-07:00You have............a<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-53dyk1jiYEM/UExwv3EObrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/99yUd3Cy7NI/s1600/life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-53dyk1jiYEM/UExwv3EObrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/99yUd3Cy7NI/s400/life.jpg" width="400" /></a>you have a bird resting within you<br />
dont let its wings rest forever<br />
<br />
you have a child inside<br />
dont let his smile become extinct<br />
<br />
you have a rage inside<br />
dont let its voice increase entropy inside<br />
<br />
you have a enemy inside<br />
let him be buried within yourself<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
you have a soul , talent , love inside<br />
dont miss to unveil this discovery within you<br />
<br />
you a life inside you<br />
dont let its presence ever be underdone ...</div>
ashish kumar pathakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234440993473545900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195566211039406617.post-44254111172836834962012-09-07T06:43:00.000-07:002012-09-07T06:44:24.760-07:00the best , better and good........<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
when i was growing i was told about the best<br />
<div>
years later we kept discussing the best</div>
<div>
and now i realize those long conversations , thoughts</div>
<div>
have actually hidden the "better me" </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
it was always about best actor , best cricketer , toppers , most beautiful ,best people</div>
<div>
and it always remained just less then a token of appreciation for the goods</div>
<div>
to transform them into the better ones.</div>
<div>
but in the crowd of only pertaining to bests , most , highest , wisest , tallest </div>
<div>
i failed to become good , a little wise ,a little better</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
i still dream to fly in the sky but</div>
<div>
i am taught, only the best can do</div>
<div>
and thats why my fear gets grooming along with my dream</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
i dont see the zealously knocking my door</div>
<div>
rather i find missing the honest appreciation , token of clap</div>
<div>
i find myself surrounded by only the bests, </div>
<div>
i am taught only toughest can survive</div>
<div>
may be its my weakness , fear ,vulnerability </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
but i still seek a world</div>
<div>
where each one including me can survive </div>
<div>
where each one including me gets the equal opportunity to prosper</div>
<div>
i dont know when it will come true </div>
<div>
but one thing i know unless it wont be accomplished</div>
<div>
we will continue to be praising , talking only about the best</div>
<div>
and the better ones will continue to suffer</div>
<div>
survival for good ones will become tougher</div>
<div>
people with no "best tags" will crave for the pebbles of appreciation</div>
<div>
and the inequality will continue going in the directions of entropy . </div>
<div>
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