Beauty of Life

वो रस्सी आज भी संग्रहालय में है जिस्से गांधी बकरी बांधा करते थे किन्तु वो रस्सी कहां है जिस पे भगत सिंह, सुखदेव और राजगुरु हसते हुए झूले थे? हालात-ए-मुल्क देख के रोया न गया, कोशिश तो की पर मूंह ढक के सोया न गया देश मेरा क्या बाजार हो गया है .... पकड़ता हूँ तिरंगा तो लोग पूछते है कितने का है... वर्षों बाद एक नेता को माँ गंगा की आरती करते देखा है, वरना अब तक एक परिवार की समाधियों पर फूल चढ़ते देखा है। वर्षों बाद एक नेता को अपनी मातृभाषा में बोलते देखा है, वरना अब तक रटी रटाई अंग्रेजी बोलते देखा है। वर्षों बाद एक नेता को Statue Of Unity बनाते देखा है, वरना अब तक एक परिवार की मूर्तियां बनते देखा है। वर्षों बाद एक नेता को संसद की माटी चूमते देखा है, वरना अब तक इटैलियन सैंडिल चाटते देखा है। वर्षों बाद एक नेता को देश के लिए रोते देखा है, वरना अब तक "मेरे पति को मार दिया" कह कर वोटों की भीख मांगते देखा है। पाकिस्तान को घबराते देखा है, अमेरिका को झुकते देखा है। इतने वर्षों बाद भारत माँ को खुलकर मुस्कुराते देखा है।

ये पेड़ ये पत्ते ये शाखें भी परेशान हो जाएं ! अगर परिंदे भी हिन्दू और मुस्लमान हो जाएं . . . . . सूखे मेवे भी ये देख कर हैरान हो गए.. न जाने कब नारियल हिन्दू और खजूर मुसलमान  हो गए...... न मस्जिद को जानते हैं , न शिवालों को जानते हैं जो भूखे पेट होते हैं,वो सिर्फ निवालों को जानते हैं | मेरा यही अंदाज ज़माने को खलता है, की मेरा चिराग हवा के खिलाफ क्यों जलता है | मैं  अमन पसंद हूँ ,मेरे शहर में दंगा रहने दो... लाल और हरे में मत बांटो ,मेरी छत पर तिरंगा रहने  दो.... . . . . .

The story of the Taj Mahal that most of us have known about may not be the real truth.  Contrary to what visitors are made to believe the Tajmahal is not a Islamic mausoleum but an ancient Shiva Temple known as Tejo Mahalaya which the 5th generation Moghul emperor Shahjahan commandeered from the then Maharaja of Jaipur. The Taj Mahal, should therefore, be viewed as a temple palace and not as a tomb. That makes a vast difference. You miss the details of its size, grandeur, majesty and beauty when you take it to be a mere tomb. When told that you are visiting a temple palace you wont fail to notice its annexes, ruined defensive walls, hillocks, moats, cascades, fountains, majestic garden, hundreds of rooms archaded verendahs, terraces, multi stored towers, secret sealed chambers, guest rooms, stables, the trident (Trishul) pinnacle on the dome and the sacred, esoteric Hindu letter " OM " carved on the exterior of the wall of the sanctum sanctorum now occupied by ...

1st Story Once Krishna and Balaram were passing through a forest, after getting tired they stopped near a tree. They had some fruits and lie down under the tree, soon after some time they got slept. At the  midnight  while they were sleeping a big Monster came and started laughing on seeing two humans. Today I won’t sleep hungry…he thought. Hearing his voice Balaram woke up and saw the big Monster standing in front of him. He got scared, he was so big and was looking like a big mountain standing in front of him. The Monster started laughing again…Balaram started shivering, Monster grew in his size and Balaram shrank. Again he laughed, Balaram again shrank in his size and the Monster grew more. By seeing his size the Monster laughed more loudly and further grew in size and Balaram screamed Krishna…and felt unconscious on the ground. Hearing his brother’s scream, Krishna woke up and he also saw the big Monster laughing on him. He asked him what do you want? The Monster go...

M ayank was a very ordinary boy but still very different from other guys specially guys of his own age group. Born and brought up in a small city of Baitul (M.P.) with utmost difficulties and troubles Mayank studied in a reputed school where he got the admission partially because of his marks and partially because of sacrifices made by his family members to bear the extra expenses. At the very first day of his so called reputed school he felt like being an alien in the human world because everything felt different from the things that he had seen till that day, that Volleyball court, the big cycle stand where he went to park his new bicycle, students coming in big cars and some with their bodyguards, those big buildings and smart class-rooms, the big cricket ground, lot of big laboratories and the big Library. Everything looked as if these were pretty different from what he has till now in his school.  One thing that he felt amazed after seeing was the game of Volley...

India a land of Honor... India a land of Cultures… India a land of Traditions... India a land of Pride… really India is widely incredible in so many things not only in terms of diversity of language, traditions, cultures and people but also in terms of its Mysterious history. Pick any book… surf any site… what you come to know… ask any historian… ask any professor… what they will tell to you… All these sources will tell you one and the same thing… that India was invaded by the Aryans in somewhat around 2600 B.C and the Aryans spread their region in all the regions spreading from Kashmir in North to Narmada in south, Afghanistan in west to Bihar in east. The region is termed as SAPTA SINDHU as seven rivers were termed in the Vedas and other books of that period.         One more common thing you will find in the facts provided by them… all of them have ambiguity regarding two facts… first from where these Aryans came to India wher...

Life is a very unique gift from the nature to all the living being in the world. It's unique panorama of spreading colors and happiness in different ways is quite illustrative. Life is a vicious circle...not only for any one food chain or other but for everything...the point from where it starts....after gaining all  the experiences and seeing all the fruits of the season it comes back  to the same point again.  We can find that property of nature in everything, take the example of our universe....scientists says...it started with a point and from that time its expanding and after some time again it will go from infinity to  singularity. This vicious circle exists everywhere....even in our life style.  

India the largest democracy in the world is going to face yet another dance of democracy and that too in the holy month of April. The month which we Indians celebrates as our new year, the month in which we starts the life with new rays of hope and ambitions, the month in which farmers starts putting seeds for new life, the month with which our financial year starts. Overall a month of new fruits, new looms, new blossoms and this time it will show the country a new way of life, a way which will be productive, a way which will be ever growing, a way which will be full of ideas and zeal to lead the life in the best possible way. No doubt that only two political parties are leading in the front for the top embassy in the center of country, “Congress and BJP” one which is ever ending omnipresent from the time of British the big All India Congress which now do the politics under the umbrella of “United Progressive Alliance(UPA)” an alliance full of so called secular and ...