Transient World

An American tourist visited a sadhu.He was astonished to see the Muni’s room which was plain and simple. The only furniture was a mat and wooden pots.

Tourist :”With due respect, may I ask where’s your furniture and other household things?”

Muni: “Where is yours?”

Tourist : “Mine? But I’m only a visitor here.”

Muni: “So am I !’


Propagate the Good

I recently observed a phenomenon that people like to propagate the ideology which they are professing, practicing and have allegiance to it.

From Capitalism to Socialism, from Autocracy to Democracy, from Secularism to Communalism, from Barbarism/Terrorism to Humanism, from Atheist to Theist and from Lover to Hater, one desire is common in all these groups that they want to increase their number.

Purpose behind mounting the number, in my view, is that they feel safe, secure and superior with like-minded people. We have heard from one of our ancient scripture/ Upanishad that “Satyamev Jayate” means “Truth alone Triumph”, but now this believe is only used for the decorative purposes and have taken a back seat as “Truth” is being adjudicated by the majority’s view.

Anyway, purpose of my writing is that, I believe that whatever good we are doing we should continue but proliferate, disseminate and transmit it to the other people. If we don’t broadcast it, surely negative vibes and action will occupy the vacuum.

If  peace will not be propagated, agitation will fill the void.



दूसरी तरफ से …(कविता )

दूसरी तरफ से…….

दिल में बोझ लिए मैं
भटका इधर उधर
सोचा, कोई तो मिलेगा,
क्या हाल है मेरा
हूँ क्यों जर्जर पतझर सा
किस अवसाद ने घेरा
बंटेगा दर्द दिल का तो
मन, सुकून पायेगा
इस अनजान सी नगरी में
कौन जाने,
कोई अपना मिल जायेगा

बीते बरसों
कोई मिला न मुझको
पर मिली एक सच्चाई थी
हर किसी के दिल के अंदर
दर्द भरी इक खायी थी
फिर वो क्या किसी कि मदद करते
जो थे अकेले में आहें भरते

तो मैंने सोचा कि
चलो एक काम करते हैं
उनके ही दर्द बांटकर
कुछ अपने नाम करते हैं
यूँ ही चलता रहा फ़साना
कटते रहे दिन
भूल गया मैं कि
अपना कष्ट क्या था
उनके दर्द बाँटने का
अपना ही मज़ा था