GOD AND THE DOORMAT....

GOD AND THE DOORMAT.....

roz ki tarah aj bhi subah k walk se ghar wapas aa rahi thi.apne flat k darwaze pe pahunchi to achanak nazar padi darwaze par pade purane doormat par.
"oho,fir isko badalna bhool gayi"khud se hi shikayat karte huey maine faisla kiya" aj yahi kaam karti hoon sabse pahle".chai peene ki icha ko thoda dabate
maine naye paavdaan ki khoj shuru kar di."kahan rakh diya?abhi 2 din pahle hi to khareeda hai bazar se?"thodi mehnat k baad wo naya doormat dikh gaya
mujhe.halki si smile ayi chehre pe aur maine us purane doormat ki jagah naye ko di. apni pasand ko mun hi mun saraha.wapas mudne hi wali thi ki ek awaz ne
mujhe chaunka diya..."hata do isko wahan se"?maine palatkar dekha.meri sasu maa shakal pe..YE KYA GAZAB KAR DIYA...wala bhv lekar mere peeche khadi
thi. "kya hua maa" "are bhagwan hain wahan.sabk pair padenge".bhagwan...!! doormat pe?!! mujhe laga jaise koi mazak kiya hai unhone.maien ashcharya se
doormat ki taraf dekha...kahan hain bhagwan aur 10 sec k ander hi mujhe bhagwan mil bhi gaye(azeeb baat hai kyun log apni sari zindagi bhagwan ko dhoondne main
laga dete hain).doormat pe bane galaxy print aur uspe bane muskurate huey sooraj ki tasveer ko mei sasu maa ne bhagwan maan liya tha.sooraj devta....!!
"oh,to ye hain bhagwan"sasu maa chali gayi apne mandir unk bhagwano ko khush karne aur main wahin khadi reh gayi.achanak vicharon ka jwalamukhi fut pada...

kya sach main ye sooraj ki tasveer main bhagwan hain?
jab har taraf bhagwan itni asani se milte hain to fir kyun aaj tak bhagwan ko koi dhoond nahin paya?
hum bhagwan ko dekh nahin sakte ya fir dekhna nahin chahte?
kyun hum nahin dekh pate bhagwan ko un hazaron bhooke bachon main jo hamare har ore hain,un gareeb be-sahara logon main jink pass na rahne ko ghar hai
na khane ko khana.jinke pass ek purana doormat bhi nahin hai jisko bicha kar wo so sakain!!!

achanak mujhe kuch din pahle akhbaar main padi huee kuch khabrain yaad ayi.kisi bhakt ne shirdi sai baba k mandir main 100kg ka sinhaasan chadaya tha.
ek aur bhakt ne tirupati bajaji ko heeron se jada hua virtue ka cell ph secretly donate kiya tha.(bhagwan ko bhi cell ph ki zaroorat padti hai kya?)koi un bhakt se
pooche is cell ph k sirf ek heere se kitne bhooke insano ka pet bhar sakta hai,kitne anpad bache school ja sakte hai.kitne gareebon ko ghar mil sakta hai?

hum bhagwan ko kush karne k liye vrat,upwas.pooja-path kya kuch nahin karte.kabhi kabhi to 9-10 din lagatar! kya hum un 9 dino main kuch gareeb anath
bachon ko khana nahin khila sakte? kya ye bhagwan ki pooja se badkar nahin? hazaron,lakhon rupaye hum devi-devtaon ki moorty banane maine kharch
kar dete hain,fir wahi moorti hum tyohaar khatam hone par khushi se pani main baha dete hain wahi kisi anathashram ko daan dene main ya kisi bache ki
padai ko sponsor karne main kyun itna sochte hain?! tan,mun,dhan se bhagwan ki sewa karne k jagah hum bhagwan k banaye un zarooratmand insano k liye
kyun nahin tan,mun,dhan lagate.

achanak mujhe yaad aya. maine sadak pe lage ek board se besahara bachon k ek shelter ka no. liya tha.kyun main nahin gayi aaj tak wahan...?khade kahde maine
us din ka doosra faisla kiya.aaj hi wahan baat karoongi aur jald hi bachon k liye kuch zaroor karoongi.

vicharon k silsila khatam nahin hota agar ek aur awaz muje wapas nahin kheenchati."mom we r leaving"meri dono betiyan darwaze per thi school jane k liye tyar
"wow mom! thats a nice door mat"choti ne kaha. "acha kyun nahin hoga.usmain bhagwan jo hain." maine muskurate huey socha aur ghar k ander aa gayi.

Wanna sale certainty ... ??

What does it take to sale certainty in this uncertain world; to the uncertain people with the uncertain mind? what? Its certainty. Certainty? is that your answer? ... Yes, you just need to be certain that you can sale it and the people will agree upon it. That's the part confidence play. The counter term for certainty is the uncertainty. You got to negate it too. Its the human nature they offend you often with their uncertainty.
let's take a short example ...

You are in good mood, your wife asks you to go out for a movie. You say "yehh .. why not." just promptly. You said it .. now the next thought that comes to your mind is the phone call your friend made an hour ago asking you to play table tennis today and you nodded him too.
You take your eyes off from your wife and the next moment you again look to her and say "yehh .. we will go .. get ready" plainly, thinking of that your friend will understand but your wife won't and you sacrifice your tennis match which you were waiting for the whole week. Now you are certain that you want to go with your wife ... although it took a lot but still you are certain that your friend will understand and you may have some good time with your wife. You are certain now .. quite certain.

Now your wife who is a very very very keen observer noticed you taking your eyes off after the first nod. she says "Are you sure bob ... you really wanna go ?"

Now a doubt comes to your mind .. you asks yourself again .. "do i really really wanna go with her ?" ..
"Man can do some sacrifices too .. and yes i should go with her .. come on .. i have said yes to her a moment before and after all with whom the else she is supposed to go out with ..", your soul speaks and you say "yes darling ... we shall go", this time with a genuine smile over your face.

"We shall go or we must go, you are always so uncertain bob ..?"
you are quite.. smile gone .. just taking a breath to utter that "you want to go and we should leave", but your thought gets snapped ... and your wife says "aahaaan .. i got it .. you were talking to Bill few minutes ago and you said the same words to him too .. that we shall go .. how mean you are", your wife frowns at you.

Now you are looking for a holy god's picture on the walls of the room .. she snaps again ..
"You know what bob ... i m feeling this from last few weeks ... you don't love me any more .. and no matter what you say .. i know its true .. you really don't love me any more"

You see .. how your certainty has been turned upside down with the huge uncertainty your partner carries in his/her mind. Now that is the thing where your confidence ends.

Next thing in such cases that you need more than anything else in the world is the courage ... the courage to take your wife out with you despite of her bad mood. Courage to speak sorry all the way long to the restaurant. Courage to buy a box of chocolate for her as she likes it with a thought that she can also use it as something to hit you with ... so pal .. go with the courage .. i wish you luck ...

remember the moral .. " To sale the certainty you need to cut the uncertainty off " .. as in our above short conversation ..

Bob just needed to say "NO honey ... bill called again ... his stomach is upset and he can't play the game .. so get ready .. even i was about to ask you out ... " not a word less not a word more .. he just had to say it ... falsely ..

Leave !!

My most loved heart tenant,
It’s the time when you should leave,
I don’t bother about the happiness

And you don’t bother about another place to live.

you got the world with you,

You got the space,

Don’t care for me as you never did

May you find for what you do race.

You are a good painter,
Without permissions,
You painted walls of my room,
some with bright colors which i like

And some with the black which i hate.

You have certainly given patches to my walls
which will always remain the same,
leaving no space for any other girl in my heart

You made it what it has became.

The room will be locked,
You have one of the key,
You may walk in whenever you want,
I will throw away mine to the depth of the sea.

Misery: All that left is a tale to tell

Chapter 1

“These kids won’t let me live my life with ease. Now, where has deepu gone?” deepu’s mom asked his elder brother in a partial angry tone.
“I don’t know, he went to buy some snacks”, replied his brother carelessly.
“He must be playing with the kids round the corner of the street, go and bring him back to the home. It has been more than an hour he is out in this chilling weather. ”, deepu’s mother said in an apprehensive tone.
15 minutes later deepu’s brother was back with lot of concern and worry on his face.
“I couldn’t find him anywhere mom. He is not in easy approach”
“What, where he could be, it’s 7 PM and already dark outside and … he was not wearing woolen clothes when he was leaving”, this time that courageous lady was horrified.
The day was 14th jan 1998. Deepu lived with his family in a town named Killa Pardi, district Valsad, Gujrat. Deepu’s father was a rich businessman and everyone in that district knew every member of their family. Deepu was just 13 and half year old that time. A kid, with lot of innocence, sincerity and calm on his face was missing. That time when deepu left the home, he was wearing a shirt and a half pant. He was out to buy some somasa against a hundred rupee note.
One hour ago, Deepu was kidnapped by two men who asked him the way to some street. When deepu was telling the correct way to reach their destination to one of them, other man suffocated deepu with chloroform. Deepu went faint.
It was 10 PM when deepu opened his eyes and found himself wrapped in a blanket sitting between the two men inside a train. Deepu felt something stinging at his back. It was a knife. The man with heavy mustaches, weird hair and stinking smell said in a low voice, “keeping quite will keep you alive”. The next moment two silent tears started their journey reflecting the white light of the compartment. Those two steaks were showing deepu’s lament for his fate. The next figure that came to Deepu’s mind was the figure of a lady who was weeping surrounded by his father, brother, uncles and aunts. People say that a mother always know what’s there in the heart of their kids but that small kid correctly pictured his mother back at home. Deepu wished if this was a dream. But that pinch of knife made him realize that horrifying tragedy. Deepu was wrapped in the blanket with a man who introduced himself as his father to the other passengers. He told the other passengers that deepu was sick and they are taking him to the city to consult a doctor. Deepu watched helplessly at the old women, a child of the same age group and 2 men sitting right in front of him. The Old woman was already in sleep, the child was at the window seat busy watching nothing outside and two men discussing the weather. Deepu heard a voice from nowhere stating that the train is going to arrive at Surat.
At his home family members and close relatives were tired of searching him at every possible place they could imagine. It has been more than four hours their beloved kid was missing. Few of them suggested his father to report the police station. His mother was continuously weeping sometimes loud and sometimes silently. Nobody ate anything and nobody at his home slept that night. It was midnight and the whole colony was talking about the missing deepu. Several thoughts were crossing everyone’s mind every second. But nobody talked about anything wrong that could happen with their sweet heart. It was all silence that filled the house. Only cries and “he will be back” were the sounds that broke that raucous silent laughter of misery that night.
Listless and lethargic Deepu slept again with dry lips and half dry tears in his eyes.
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The child I miss!!

The child smiled gaily when he saw a blue colored elephant, yellow colored lion, red monkey and a black colored horse revolving above his head. All of them were tied to the ring with the help of a thread. And the ring was also tied to the rod of the cradle. The animal toys were far from the approach of the baby. But the smile was so genuine which made me doubt if the animals were giggling with him. The baby was amused with it. The baby I am talking about is just 8 months old. He can move around the house on his knees. I cajoled the activities of the child. I sat him free on the floor and rolled away his red football. The boy was looking at the ball very carefully. And the moment ball stopped at the other corner of the room he took a glance over me to show the rage. He dropped the toy he was playing with and with all his strength he reached the ball more quickly than I imagined. He reached the ball; picked it up with both hands and I saw a winsome smile over his face.
I just can't think of any other word but the love. The boy was in love, was in love with the world, with the things around him, his mother, father, anyone who picked him up in his hands, with the milk bottle, toys, with the television, with the cradle and even with the floor. He loved each one of them equally.
Once i was a child too. Was I in love with those things? I don't remember clearly. The things I loved and I remember were my cricket bat, my football, my blue ranger cycle, my colony friends, the cricket matches I played and my family members. Just those and the list is over. Really, i can't think of any other thing.
Now on the day I am writing all this I can't count anything other than my family which I love, just nothing. Every other thing has a better replacement. Laptop, bike, house, friends … yes even the friends, except the few diamonds.
What happened to that child I was talking about? I must have been like that. What happened to that young boy I remember? I don't know. I don't hate anything, but equally I also can't love a thing. What is the thing that mutated me into tushar Sharma you know? Nothing must has changed. My parents still love me the same way they loved me when I was born. I can buy all of those things who would have amused me if I were a baby. What the hell I gained to lose that feeling? The only answer I can pragmatically utter is the Rationality and the truth. These are the villeins I blame.
Who took my open smile of attraction, who took my grin; why my crackle wore a silence, why I became prim?

May everyone find the bliss!!

I felt you lord,
And have seen your work;
I am your growing up child,
And I am receiving your pleasant perks.

Thanks for the care you took during my childhood,
Our foe gave made me suffer;
But I carried on with the strength you gave,
This has made me tougher.

You love me the same way,
I do the love to you;
I know my responsibilities well,
And I will live them up to.

Worshiping you is not the key,
Neither is the praying;
Helping you in your motive is the one,
What everyone must be doing.

Give me some more strength,
I want to work upon foe with a sword;

As he isn’t weak,
I need you to help me lord.

Just give me the strength to go,
Just give me the strength to follow;
We will win on the day,
When every person will become our fellow.

Thank you lord.

How can i love the other ?

How can I love the other?

As,
I have seen a lake,
Right from the top of a hill;
It was like your white curtain,
Blowing against your will;

As,
I have heard the echo of birds,
Right in the middle of a jungle;
I turned around to find them,
But it was your joyous giggle;

As,
I have seen the smoke trailing a ship,
When I was on a beach;
It looked like your hairs,
When I was chasing you and you were out of reach;

As,
I have felt the softness of feather
Which fell down on my cheek;
It was like your lips,
When you gave a good bye kiss for a week;

As,
I have seen the innocence,
Deep in the eyes of a deer;
The same I sensed in your eyes,
When a year was short and a week was longer;

But,
Oh my painted women,
I have never seen you anywhere;
Come true on this earth,
And I will keep you in my heart forever;

As
Here is a life you need to flourish
Come before I get infirm
The hope of a miracle has turned into a wish
And my believe in you is firm


Tell me, how can I love the other?