Dgmgaye nhI 4e kdm hmare mdIraly me sakI,
nXae ne tere coq3 pr 6u3no ke bl le3a dIya.
MANN KI LAGAN The Ray of Hope CHALLENGE YOUR SELF
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Words of love and his love of words
We don’t have the experience of the words rather than the words of experience of the words. We often sprinkled the words of love. Even In film industries, there is a great demand of these words. Nobody experienced the love deeply and without depth nobody can gain the shelter of it.
When two people meet with great heart, the entire world grows like spring and overflows with the flower of each and every color. There is nothing scared than love in this world. When one experienced it first time, there arises a terror in his/her delicate wings. Though we held true or false opinions of love, it is to be accepted that love starts from body. Love is a gatherness; a divine gatherness. It is not merely a flash or miracle of momentary kiss.
The light of love can either be bitter or sometimes it can like the warm ray entered through the window of the face. In the relationship of love, soon the vibration begins in the mind and started the desire to get him or her. Even we feel that our whole life is created for that person.
In the modern age, we are running with clock. Who have time for love? Do you have ever proposed anybody under the shelter of tree? Have you ever talk without speaking a single word or walked hand in hand? Do you have any idea, how a bud turn into a pinky blossomed flower? Certainly not. We don’t have the maths of it and yet just like a single small and delicate bud our rosy love flourishes.
In love, not touch of body but Touch of heart, not identity but intimacy, not dry familiarity but wet romance is important. Love is omnipresent; no shame can be hurdle in it.
The lake of aroma overflows in the air when we are in love. It gives the beauty to all the things of world and the madness in it is the greatest boon of God. It can change a desert into a rosy garden. It is full of creativeness and thousands miles away from disperse. In it, each other has each other’s hand (shelter). Even during such period, hard winds seem cool in the extreme cold and each get the warmth from his/her companion. For all true lovers, time is less. They live in each semi moment and that makes their life alive. The person fall in love can never be poor. There exists a roaring waves and brightening flames in their hearts. They remain ready for dedication and sacrifice for love. The joy, in the course of love, always remains in giving not in taking. All love letters can never be just documents written with ink but these would be the letters written with the ink of feelings on the paper of the heart. In letters one never has the idea to correspondence but hearts itself corresponds in love.
Now let us have some words, it is said that_
Words…words…I have only the dead body of words.
The world of words always needs you. Every people must have question in their mind, what is not there in the words? In words there exists the rhythm of lord Krishna’s flute, there exists the long lasting thrust of drunker, there exists the agitation of Radha and exists the madness of Gopi’s. When the words of love expressed the remembrance like thunderbolt disperses in the sky, that is why, it is said that words are the language of the feelings written with the colorful inks of emotion.
Don’t ask how much mad…
…how much mad am I?
Look in the sky
And see…
How many are there the stars.
By:-Dr. Delicate
Rathod Nayankumar
29/01/2008
Rajkot (Munjka)
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
“I am your beloved wife…”
“So, what’s happen?”
These are words of Priyadarshani! All the members of the family get astonished: “What nonsense this girl is speaking?” “Is her mind well?” Not only are the members of the family but other outsiders also getting fridge.
“Priya, why are you playing with your life?” Her uncle shouted: “What kinds of diamonds are sticked on him that you are so mad on behind him... Malik at last is_”
“Stop it uncle! You are elder and I don’t want to cross the limit of relations. Everything has limitations at least! And listen I don’t want to listen a single word for Malik. So please, if you want to speak about him than I don’t want to listen.”
The face of the priya gets red. The iron hearted uncle astonished. Dipakbhai also gets angry:
“How dare you?”
“Are you wording with your uncle?”
“Damned!”
But priya minds it not. Yes, it’s clear that by her decision, a volcano broke out in the family yet Priya was determined:
“Listen you all! Nobody has place in my heart except Malik. And I don’t like if anybody is speaking about Malik!”
Each word of Priya was like Atom bomb and she continued Blasting. And the sound of her voice was striking with the walls!
As priya got young, her father Amrishbhai started to find a situable match for her.
“ Abhay, the son of Rameshchandra?”
“No.”
“Father is gossiper and the son vagabond!”
“Champaklal. His son Aalekh?”
“He has left his study after 10th and our Priya is graduate. And moreover she is graduate with English entire. No he is not suitable.”
The search was continuing. Every where they were searching but no suitable match was available for her. Her father searched a boy after a great effort and Priya blasted:
“Papa, don’t search a match for me.”
“Why? Have you decided to remain alone?”
“No, Papa! No decision to remain alone and even not decided to join nunnery. I have already searched a suitable match for me!”
“Who is he?”
“Is he from our cast?”
“Yes but their Gotra is not same but so what. I like him.”
“But who is he at least?”
“Do you know Vasantlal?” says Priya.
“Who?
Yes, Vasant Maheta who is counting his days and rushing to the each corner of the street.”
“But what’s about him?”
“I love his son Malik. We met also. Very good natured, handsome, and post graduate boy.
And he will get job soon. Do you have any objection, Papa?”
“No, My baby! Why should I object? Let the home ragged but it liked you so what would be the matter of objection?”
Vasantlal too had no objection. Moreover, both Priya and Malik had good chemistry. Everything was finalized. On the same month the ring ceremony of them was arranged. Both keep on meeting. Sometime on the bank of river… sometimes on the bench of garden…sometimes on the first floor of the Malik’s home.
Malik says, “Priya, I love you much and when I meet you I fill lots of happiness.”
“Look! Open your mouth…”
“Why do I?”
“Please, do open?”
“Are you thinking to have momentary flirt with me?”
“What so ever you think of me?”
“I will never think it before our marriage. Everything after the marriage till that we have to ride on the horse of the self-control, right?”
“Right Sir.”
“Now, let your mouth open.”
As soon as Priya opened her mouth Malik puts sweet, specially made in Rajkot, in the mouth of Priya.
“Now let you be sweet like a sweet.”
“I am already sweet but please, you would not be bitter!”
“No trust in me?”
“Yes I do.”
“Then keep it on.”
“But take care of my trust it never gets…”
And Suddenly Malik says, “You know about my habit of saying sorry to all”
“Yes, very well. If you fell down even than also you speaks sorry to yourself. Yes, I love your habit of saying sorry and that is why I am with you now. You know in that marriage ceremony I struck with you and you felt sorry instead of me. And From that the ray of our love had taken birth.”
“Sorry! It is necessary to say sorry just now because you are telling me the incidence of the buffalo.”
“Yes, I am, please do listen!”
“I was entering in the village and all of sudden I struck a buffalo…”
“You struck with buffalo or buffalo struck with you?” comments Priya.
“All is same. Suddenly I said sorry to buffalo and you know even buffalo pleased with my sorry…”
Both keep on talking, laughing and enjoying each moment. Even everybody looking towards them used to say, “What a fortunate couple it is!”
The father of Priya also gets pleased with the decision of Priya. What a good match for my baby!
“How the match and the selection of my Priya would be down and ordinary!” says her mother. Everything was set. Now there would be the sound of bands after few months at the home of Priya. The preparation of the marriage was going on and suddenly an incident happened.
Malik was riding his bike. He never used to drive slowly. And suddenly the bike of Malik struck with a jeep coming fast. Malik was away from his bike and the road. His leg got fractured and plates of iron pierce his one eye!!
Malik was transformed to hospital as soon as possible. He was operated but Alas, he was without a leg. And the light of his one eye was switched off. Now he was one eyed and legged. In his one eye only the meat can be seen! Now he was walking with the help of sticks.
Now?
Priya gets nervous. The darkness appears in her heart. She used to meet, sit and give the healing touch of her hand to Malik. Having seen entering Priya in the room Malik could not stop the rain his eye. Suddenly he took the hand of Priya in his hand:
“Priya My dear, what is happening…?”
“Please Malik, don’t be nervous. What was about to happen that happened. Accept the reality of the incidence. Now you do have to live with this body!”
“But how do I live?”
“I will make you live, Malik.”
One day Priya was going out on her moped and her father asked_
“Where are you going?”
“To Malik”, says Priya.
“Now you need not go there.”
“Why?”
“Now Malik is not now suitable for you.” Says Deepakbhai with heavy heart.
“I don’t want to spoil your life getting you married with one eyed and handicapped man.”
“Than what’s about our engagement?”
“It would be canceled.”
Priya came back and stood in front of her father. She stood strait like the string of an arch. She set her eyes to her father and spoke_
“You can cancel your words but I could not cancel Malik as my husband.”
“What do you mean?”
“Listen, Papa! I loved Malik and now also I love Malik. I had not loved the body of Malik but I had loved his soul. The love of body can be canceled but the love of soul can’t.”
“Than what do you do?”
“I will marry Malik without any hesitation. I will be his wife, supporting stick and the light of my Malik. I will continuously pump the breath of love in him!”
Everybody was worried. The relatives of her were spreading the water of suggestion on her.
“You will have to pay a lot for your life.”
But Priya has not changed her decision. Both get married by low. She married against the will of her parents that’s why the ways of her home were closed for her now. But nothing happened as what you people are thinking of. Both are living with great happiness. And now in true sense Priya is the helping stick and the light of the eyes of Malik’s life. Priya is working as a teacher in Ahmedabad and also cares Malik. When the throat of the Malik try to speak_
“Priya you are really a goddess for me because you have sacrificed a lot for me. You are the goddess of sacrificed and love!”
At the same moment Priya hugs Malik, start kissing him and keep on speaking
“No, I am not a Goddess but I am the beloved wife of my Malik.”
MANN KI LAGAN The Ray of Hope CHALLENGE YOUR SELF
Monday, June 14, 2010
Let us live
Lets us live as usual. Man has lived meaningful and we have the history of that. Man lived midst the meaning and we have many examples of that but there are very rare stories of living for the livings sake. In our time, it is an experiment to be experienced. Let us live like the sky without any reason. Let us live like a butterfly flying to one flower to another or if it is possible than let us live like the seed trying to get out of the soil. Let us sit on the resting chair without any tension and reason. If it is possible than let us open the treasury of the memories of the past playing with cards, cheating midst the game, teasing, bunking of the school and the college lectures, running away from the home to play in the summer noon, getting wet with the unknown friends like the drops of the waters and the morning yawning and the dozing during the reading so on and so forth.
Let us wander midst the deep forest, let us swim in the rays of the morning breeze, let us feel the air, let us touch the thoughts, let us feel the nature and remain in hug with the near and dear one without any tension of the world. Let us kiss the pinky lips of the emotions, let our inner soul gets exited and reach the climax. Let us sleep in the lap of our beloved dreams and touch the sensitive memories passed away. Let us play midst the world of happiness and feelings but where are you? Come again... let us restart our journey of being live without our self!
By: - Dr. Delicate
January 2010,
R.K.Nagar
Rajkot.
MANN KI LAGAN The Ray of Hope CHALLENGE YOUR SELF
Sunday, June 13, 2010
My Last Words to “My Monty…
I don’t know why I am writing this to you? Do I have the right to write it or not? Yet something is there that has inspire me to write either inspiration or some healing power. I am a worshiper of the words, and I waited weeks for one little phrase.
I don’t know how two years in the best company with you left away and but just now felling fear that how each new day will pass. Somebody has rightly remarked that every cloud have the silver line that inspires me a lot. And the same thing I am going to tell you is that every cloud has silver line as per our situations. Whatever the reason is there with you I don’t know but I feel proud that My Monty was, is and will always right wherever she go. The main reason behind it is that the birds do not need ladders to fly. Today I am writing something about our relationship that has perhaps no name or identity. Am I right? Our relation is_
“Just like talking about the fog,
To make sum of zero,
To give the form to formless,
To make a partition between light and the darkness at dawn.”
We both know the reality yet we are far away from its truth and that is the way of the world to live in this world. You understood it earlier and I have happened to understand it now that is the difference between you and me. Now it is the time for you to cheer with full vigor and follow the way carved on the earth. I had never dared to convey you greetings but today on the happiest week of your life I feel proud to convey “WISH YOU ALL THE BEST”, “GOOD LUCK” & “HAPPY JOURNY” for a new birth of a girl who will soon transformed in to a woman, mother etc…Just same as a bud transformed in to a blossomed flower.
You know you always used to speak “What is the difference between you and me?” Now I would like to give the answer of you question. And the answer is that only difference between you and me is that you know the fortunes to make it happen while as being an artist or writer or painter or dramatist or even a just friend I could not make the art of making my fortunes happen. The strength which you are gifted is far greater than me. So just like your yesterday “May fortune favors you all the time.”
You know one day I told you if you remember “I am nobody else but a passenger who has joined your company to cut our way up and we enjoyed it truly. And moreover taking you in trust I told you that I would not left my sit until you reached your station but ‘sorry’ due to certain circumstances I had to give up my sit leaving you alone on your sit to have your own travel of life. ‘Sorry’ I could not maintain my promise. Really heartily sorry to leave you alone on your way! The only reason is that you are about to reach your station and you also have to step down from the train of relationship I know you will tell me that I am escaping but what even could I do? Once again please forgive me if I had hurt your heart, if I had broken your promises, if I had ever done something wrong with you or if I would be a hurdle on the way of your self-respect. First time in my life I found myself singularly alone. One thing I learn from our relation that “one should not spoil a good friendship with a poor love affair.”
Never mind if you don’t remind me in your happy moments. For this, only one thing you need to do and is that you would have to find out this Idiot from anywhere whenever you feel the world turn up side don from you, I promise I would always with you during your worries, tensions, stresses, difficulties and any problems. I hope you will. I will miss those hours spent together. Thanks for being my companion during a bit of journey of my life..!
So no words to speak from my side. Because life is an island, the rocks are its desires, trees are its dreams and flowers are its loneliness and it’s in the middle of an ocean of solitude and seclusion.”
Have a good, smooth and the colorful journey of life with the full light of happiness. And finally all the best to empower the world because those who cradle can win the world…
Date:- 5th April 2010.
Time:- 2:23 A.M
MANN KI LAGAN The Ray of Hope CHALLENGE YOUR SELF
Saturday, June 12, 2010
TRUST
The most used daily and getting expired word is ‘Trust’. It is used to sharpen the edge of the relationship. When the trust is start to getting set the relation also starts to get dry. If in relation trust is there and nothing else, it will remain till life time. There is a very delicate couplet of Manoj Khanderiya relating to trust.
તમે જેના અભાવે વાંસી દ્વાર વરસોથી,
હું એ વિશ્વાસની મિરાત લઈ દરવાજે ઊભો છું.
Where is trust, there love takes the breath always. Mariz also quote in one of the couplets that …
સતત છે પ્રેમ નિરંતર વફા નથી મળતી,
તમારી યાદ હ્રદય માં નિરંતર નથી મળતી.
And the answer of this couplet is given by Mariz himself in his own style..
કોઇનાયે પ્રેમ માં શંકા નથી કરવી પરંતુ
કેમ આ શ્રદ્ધા નો અભાવ આજે ઉથલો મારે છે;
સ્નેહીજનો ના પ્રેમમાં શંકા નથી
મગર લાગે છે કેમ કોઇ અમારું થયું નથી.
Everything is there around the relation yet something is missing and answer of it is not available with us. It is the maths of world and the way of living life. Sunya Palanpuri rightly speaks..
વિશ્વાસ રાખ એજ તો દફનાવશે તને,
કોણે કહ્યુ કે દોસ્ત ને તારી કદર નથી?
To sustain the trust self confidence is also becomes the necessity. Relation expects nothing except frankness! What is the other name of love? The event of being frank is love…! Even Manhar Modi also backs that_
નથી હોતું કશુંય જોવાપણું ક્યારેય શ્રદ્ધામાં,
ઘણાં પગલાં વટાવી જાવ છું એકાદ પગલાં માં.
The ship named life sails on the surface of the ocean named trust. But on whom should we keep the trust? How to recognize it? Ramesh parekh says_
તને નામ મારા સામે નામ પોતાનુ મુક્યુ,
વહાણની સામે મુક્યો દરીયો અને ડુબવાનું મુક્યુ.
Trust likes to break in to pieces. Trust likes the lullaby of awakening. When the trust gets break the rider also gets intoxicated. Saif Palanpuri says the same_
વિશ્વાસ હું મુકુ છુ બધા માનવી ઉપર,
વર્ષોથી મારો પ્રિય વિષય અંધકાર છે.
Trust is the thing in the eyes of mother that sees the dream to bring up the child. Trust is the thing that takes the love towards the marriage and the marriage also remain till death. Trust is the base of the friendship and the self confidence is its flag. When the trust gets break the fatal face of the humanness comes forward. Trust is the horoscope of the relation. Trust determines either our way is right or wrong. Trust helps not to raise the age but to cut the age. Trust needs lot of care. As one drop of the rain cares for the blog of soil, Ghayal also tear one of the pages of the daily of the trust_
એ રંગ જેને જીવ સમા સાચવ્યાં હતાં,
એ રંગ એક રાત ના મહેમાન નિકળ્યાં.
By:- Dr. Delicate
January 2010
R.K.Nagar
Rajkot
MANN KI LAGAN The Ray of Hope CHALLENGE YOUR SELF
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