Thursday, October 25, 2007

Hazaron Khwahishein aisi..

Hi blog… m sorry but it took me 10 tries to recall your password ;) Long time huh?

“Hazaron Khwashein aisi k har khwahish pe damm nikle… bohat nikle mere armaan lekin fir bhi kamm nikle”

This blog wud be complete if I just jot down the names of the companies I sat for and was kicked by each and every one of them… but this topic deserves a lot more…

I was thinking about making this blog one of the Bhoru stuffs, but before the girls ask “yeh bhoru kya hota hai” I’ve decided to change the theme to something philosophically serious, so in case ur not in a mood for such a stuff.. u may stop!!!


It seems today is I hate myself day… So forward the link of this blog to 10 people and you’ll get a chance to love yourself :)

Just Kidding…

I’d like to start this stuff with the poem I wrote yesterday.. The poem I wrote in shortest time span of 20 mins… it just came by itself, but it took about 20 readings to understand what really lay in the poem. (Believe me this is the writer himself who didn’t understand the poem, so don’t blame urselves if u dnt on ur first read, perhaps many of u have already troubled urselves with it I think)

Anyways here it goes…

The Awakening


Shout into the distant lands,

For imagery of that soul

Which liveth to its destiny

Which liveth to its whole


I question its existence today

I question its very name

It’s said to be miracle to many

It’s said to be the key to fame


She’s fair, she’s quivering

She stands trying to behold

She utters of the Midas touch

Of turning me to gold


Awakened, I stood

Gaping at the door

Left pendular by a cold storm

Beside a candle turned sore


I live by my fate

Of no imagery exists

I live to the soul

Of no living desists...


Will come to the meaning of the poem (what I perceived) later… Today is “I hate myself day” because in the past one hour two of my frnds had the same words… “I’ve done nothing substantial in this life” and the answer to this statement, as put by another of my close frnds.. “tujhe aaj yeh khyaal aya na? koi na… hota hai.. mahine me ek adh bar ata hai yeh khyaal normal hai.. soja.. subha takk sab theek hoga.”


True…


But is that the ultimate solution… what if the victim of this thought really tries to go into depth of the matter and finally finds a solution before he sleeps… Maybe he can, but a solution to sleep with himself and he’s the same old lazy chap when he rises with the rising sun, and trust me these thoughts don’t come in the morning, they need solitude which only night can provide…


So where’s the ultimate solution, Art of Living? Can be.. but I’m inexperienced to comment on that, but for the people who’ve done the course say that it indeed is..


Not advertising the Art of Living, now its time to give the meaning of the poem from the writers’ point of view…


There is a guy/gal just like me and you who’s been gazing into the moon and thinking abt his/her fate… He has a deep belief that there is someone who will take him to his destiny, and that someone is who lives his destiny and has lived his life to the maximum, a wholly contended Godly figure… The guy, when he doesn’t find such a person shouts to that imaginary soul that he doubts his existence… maybe he wants to hurt the ego of image he desires to see so that it might show up and help him… He then imagines a Godess telling him of the power he has within, and in the end he realizes that he is still alone, but now he knows that the power to win the world, to win his fate and to earn fame lies within his own state of mind and there’s noone else who’ll come out to help him… The power which no living person can stop.. all he needs to do is to feel that power within himself…

ALL I NEED TO DO IS TO FEEL THE POWER WITHIN MYSELF!!!

For those who could relate themselves with the poem may continue reading. Others are suggested to close the page right away…


“Mann Jeetey Jagg Jeet” … one of the essay topics which we were always asked to write on in our school days and I always skipped it coz I didn’t knw the meaning of the phrase.. I think I now have an idea of the golden phrase, but still I’m unqualified to get into the deeper meaning… One who’s won his heart has won this world… Don’t just read this.. feel it…“Mann Jeetey Jagg Jeet” Kaam Krodh Moh Lobh Ahankaar…. Lust Anger Affection Greed and Ego… control them and u have the power in ur mind and world at ur feet…