Another day gets over. Another number gets added to my age. There have been moments of all sorts in these 31 years. The moments worth remembering have turned into memories and the forgettable ones have turned into lessons. This journey has been a rollercoaster ride with ups and downs like an ECG machine. It reminds me one of the quotes by Ratan Tata that says, “Ups and downs in life are very important to keep us going, because a straight line even in an ECG means we are not alive.
My Lord, Considering the fact that you, the reader, have taken out some spare time out of your schedule to go through my post, I feel highly obliged to address you as “My Lord”. Today, I consciously plan to stir the hornet’s nest. I plan to represent the case of the deceased crown prince of the Kuru clan, the eldest amongst the Kauravas, the son of the deceased king Dhritirashtra and queen Gandhari.
Ramayana and Mahabharata have been a part of storytelling since childhood in India. The stories of the heroes and anti-heroes have been going around since ages. Yet, many are unaware of, or maybe seem to avoid knowing about Mahabharata due to its lengthy nature. To help remove the ignorance between the people known and unknown to the epic of Mahabharata, here is the briefing of the epic shared by the renowned author, V Raghunathan.
I came across this book called Scion of Ikshvaku, written by the best selling author of The Shiva Trilogy series, Amish Tripathi. This book is about Maryada Purushottam Shri Ramchandra (An Avatar of Lord Vishnu). Amish has a beautiful way to present the mythological characters in a different form. He has already carved a niche for himself in his storytelling manner through Immortals of Meluha, Secret of Nagas and Oath of Vayuputras.
P.S.: This is an open letter to the tenth avatar of Vishnu who is supposedly known as Kalki. This post may contain abuses, cuss words and mockery of the educated, self-proclaimed scholars who come up with their own definitions of religions. I expect getting roughed up by liberals and fanatics because I may have stamped on the weak nerve of their bodies. Hey Dude! Yeah Mr. Kalki. I am referring this to You.
Dates change. Days change. Time changes as well. Wise men say, “PAST is not a good home to dwell.” Few old habits that had gone for a toss seem to have returned. Like mentally listening to the sound of silence, the whispering of the woods, the whistling leaves, the random honking of cars getting parked at odd hours. After going through my blog post history, I noticed that the gap between my previous and current post has been half a year.
A confession about me and people like me.. I don’t really have a single identity. If you see me working then you might see me as an employer or employee. If you see me at an educational institution then you might see me as a tutor or a student. But I have a hidden identity. Some of you may accept me with open arms. Some of you might accept me with hesitation.
Le gaye the phoolon bhara guldastaan Socha unhe tohfe mein denge Aakhir dilayi thi kasam khud ki keh kar “Main tumhara intezaar karungi Iss baar waada na todna” Na aaye woh… Na unka sandesaa Rakh aaye unke chaukhat pe phoolon bhara guldastaan Socha iss tohfe ko kaise murjhaane de? Rote rahe raat bhar unke na aane par Aur chale gaye subah ki pehli kiran par Aansuon ne lihaaz rakha, na murjhaane diya guldaste ko
Jaane kiski yaadein laayi hai iss saal ki holi Ki pichhkaari se nikli hai mere ashqon ki goli “Aao Deva” woh kehti thi le kar gubbaaron ki fauj Na pataa chala unme chhupa tha chhal aur pratishodh. “Deva Deva” woh pukaarti aur rangon se nehlaati Khokhlepan ke aanchal mein mujhko woh behlaati Bada ajeeb sa tha uske holi ke jashn ka tyohaar Jo fariyaad bhi na kar paayi mere aansuon ki bouchhaar.
Ittefaq ki baat hai yaaron Woh bin bole hi keh gaye Alvida keh diya unhone Aur hum maikhaane chale gaye.. Naukri ka thikaana na tha Berozgaar hu reh gaye Jaa na paye hum kahin or Aur hum maikhane chale gaye.. Jhoothi tasalli jhoothe armaan Woh jhooth viraasat mein de gaye Hum kuch na kar paye yaaro Aru hum maikhaane chale gaye.. Vaadon aur kasmo ka andaazaa kahaan Doobte suraj ke saath woh bhi dhal gaye