The Start Button

Motivation is one part of story, Inspiration is other. But the part I'll be talking about is the part on triggering the start button.

Yes many of us might have tried, many of us may get inspired, for almost everyone SRK or Steve Jobs or N. Murthy are their idol. They want to be like that, they are inspired, they are motivated, they have a dream and most importantly they have an idea.

So what is an idea?

An idea is like a virus, dangerous like HIV or can be bacterial also. But an idea may not be unique but is your first achievement in your life. Getting an idea to do something is the God's greatest gift. Some of us utilize it and some sometimes just let it go, or if I am not wrong most of us.

So what is stopping us:

• Laziness, yes we are lazy, we don't want to push ourselves to the extremes, even I am lazy, but when it comes to my passion that is writing I have never stopped myself to write all night long also.
• From above point comes the passion, we lack it, we are doing something because everyone has told us to do, our parents insisted us so we are either doctor, engineer or lawyer but not an artist or an entrepreneur, our culture is like that.
• Culture, culture sucks sometimes, sometimes it saves us. We need to identify what is right or what is wrong in it, like respecting elders is a good part, but if they take it for granted and play with our lives that is the bad thing, we need to think about it.
• Think, yes we think too much, what will society think, what are the pros and cons and we never proceed. We will ask too many people & too many question which indirectly making us loosing our interest and in return its causing a big loss that is sharing of your birth right that is your idea.
• An idea, we will get it but we will never hit the start button. Why - points are above explained somewhat in detail.
• Detail - Detail is the thing most of us don't dive into. But we should go in deep of our idea and try to ask ourselves, am I really going to do it, is it my passion will it give me any result or is it just a time pass waste of time or energy and in the end it will be going to shut down. These details are spiritual as well as materialistic.
• Materialist - look for profit but first look for your passion, if your passion is to only earn money than you can do it with you MBA degree also. But if it's not your passion and you are getting materialistic then you will never be able to hit the start button.
• I am not pro Microsoft but we need to hit the start button - Start button is the button from where the world begins and end to the bright future.

In the whole journey after the start button is clicked, we will fail, we will be on our knees, we will get rejected, dejected and bashed severely. We will loose hope and we will blame destiny also. Tears will be there as well as Sacrifice and that's how a diamond is made. And when a diamond is made, Everyone knows its value.

We all have a diamond in us, we all can shine like never before. We all have dreams and we can all become what we had thought of.

Who we are, we are normal guys, who wants to touch the sky.

Hinduism for me

What is Hinduism to me ?

Hinduism, According to wikipedia is a categorisation of distinct intellectual or philosophical points of view, rather than a rigid, common set of beliefs. And its the third most followed religion after Christianity and Islam.

So Hinduism is a religion and the one who'll follows it are Hindus. Different people have different views on it.
But who is an HINDU.

-Hinduism never forces anyone to follow beliefs or follow certain sets of instruction. So in short we are free man.
-We are flexible. We can be whatever we want to. We can eat non-veg or veg. But our paneer butter masala is better than any chicken or mutton put together.
-We try to give equal importance to girls and treat them as goddess. At the same time we beat them and burn them for dowry. But don't you feel its a personality trait rather religious.
-We pray whenever we want to.
-Its not necessary to know or read our holy-books.
-We have lot of holy-books but nobody knows the ACTUAL holy-books (oldest) i.e. Vedas.
-Nobody reads Vedas nowadays except Arya Samaji.

Who are Arya Samaji?
They are followers of Swami Dayananda. Non followers of MURTI_PUJA.

So we have all types of people. We have rapist, we have thief's, we thugs, murderers and we have POLITICIANS.
BUT we have angels also. We follow single marriage and we worship our daughters. We give our kids a chance to follow thier dreams and we respect our elders.We are no way above or below any other religion, we are like others.

But there are some misconceptions.People says we are Hypocrites, my answer is yes, we are. Our religion is more older than you can imagine try to do wiki on it.

We follow Half man and half monkey, we follow Elephant faced God and we also follow God who sits on  snakes bed. We follows goddess who has a pet lion, and we also follows goddess who sits on lotus and spread education. so we have more than a crore God but you know every God has a origin from 3 God and Goddess. Brahma, Vishnu and Mahesh(Shiva) and their respective wives Saraswati, Lakshmi and Parvati. and their origin is A VOICE, you know how it sound, it sound OHM.

So our God is also unseen(OHM) and every other thing is either their Avatar with lots of power that came up with time and additions to text. Our Vedas doesn't have a single mention of GOD. We follow them and our real Pandits follow them. Everything else is a source of power and light for our internal enlightenment.

And this what Hinduism to me. We do not bow in front of anyone and we do not dis-respect any other religion.

Ohm- Source to everything.

By Harshit Rastogi

Wikipedia will help you.

When I meet her and her helplessness.

 When I meet her and her helplessness.

I don't know, may be she is very old, may be near to 30 but within fraction of seconds I saw the loneliness in her eyes, the vague activities of her and the unexpected concern about an unknown, cannot make me forget her. May be I m too foolish to think to much of merely 10 seconds meet but it is changing my ideas, my views and my ideology of  taking and thinking about things that are neither social nor culturally good but it exist in our system from the days of Mahabharata, yes may be what you are thinking is right, I m talking about those dark and grey areas of society  which is known by everyone but nobody talks about it, nobody cares for them, we think of them as use and throw disposable pens. But I myself who respects girls a lot may or may not respect them before that incident, I m talking about those girls who makes man (who are not) happy in exchange of money.

It was March starting and I was marching towards my home on my scooter from palace road to near Leela palace, Kodihalli when my mobile rang near to Chinnaswamy stadium back and then again near to Shivaji nagar and again at manipal center so finally I stopped my scooter by crossing the manipal center turning left, just before the metro stop and pick it up, and it was my friend asking about how to deactivate fb profile, stupid but there during my call some one say, "want to go", I didn't looked at her, and just said no, and when she walked past me, I saw her and I came to know what she meant by that, I don't know what to do so I cut my phone and start laughing, I was laughing that why she asked me , I m just 22 and I don't want these shits, may be she can't see my face, that I m a young guy for these things but in the end I was laughing and then she looked backed at me smiling saying just go, leave, I said OK I m leaving and I was smiling, she said "go, some one will come then." And then I realized who is someone aka police or pimp, so I left from there. I saw something there, I saw something in her eyes , she was wearing saree, good ethical wears, and by face cut she is looking good, good English accent may be she is working in some call center may be not, but looks educated to me. But I saw something in her eyes, something that every girl has, dreams, waiting for a prince, care, maturity, affection and a lot of loneliness. I go a little forward looked back she was talking to some girl, and I zoom away on my scooter, I never saw her since then, but at the end of the day .

I realized that they are also girls who need care and true love and above and foremost RESPECT.
But they don't have it and they may or may not earn it. But they are the only one who can fight for it and person like us will always support them in their upbringing.

Helplessness

Helplessness

Ok,

So Today I saw tears without water, courage without power, power without dignity, cruelty without guilt, men with hand shackled in poorness and a ruthless king.
Yes, I read those stories in magazines and books, but i found it here, in Bangalore (Indiranagar).

Its the end of evening when I reached mobile recharge shop with my girl friend asking for a 150 bucks recharge when a south Indian came asking, "Bhen***d(sister F***ker) Shyam (security guard ,standing just besides us.) why the signals are not coming", holding a samsung tab 2, don't know its a network problem, the King in his traditional south Indian dress (orange lungi+white shirt+blue chappal), again asking the same question with far more cruel voice," Bhen***d (sister F***ker) , bol(speak)", from one of his servants and then slapped him with full speed like my Hindi teacher used to hit me, in front of everyone and a girl. My mouth is open wide and then he said "I m waiting there get it corrected as soon as possible else you know".

My girlfriend got scared even I , he was 6ft tall weighing almost 90 kg and so obviously I couldn't speak. Everywhere was a deep silence and I saw that security guard, numb, a fine actor, crying from inside not letting even a single tear out, I know what he was thinking, if it was me at his place I might have killed him may be not.

I walked two steps with courage without power, "King" was watching me, I asked him "kaha se ho (Where are you from)", he replied Muzzafarnagar.
I told him putting my hand on his shoulder, "Don't work here, if you want to live".
After which my girlfriend took me with her, I dropp her at her PG, went home thinking about the guys handcuffed with poverty and money, leaving their self respect, just to live and I don't know how he will fix his TAB.

*Its a true story

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God, flexibility and you

Me and God...
the decision between Good me and Evil me
this is GOOD ME

I'm a Hindu, but don't know much about my mythology but still remember many events that my age mates don't remember. I remember most of the Ramayana (thanks to Ramanand Sagar),and I also remember most of the Mahabharata (Thanks to B.R. Chopra). I know, this piece I'm writing will be crap for some one, but have you imagine a life without GOD, Just Imagine for 2 min. and think what we will miss.

• No one will say why me God!!
• There will be no one whom you can always blame
• There will be no one whom you can ask anything anytime
• There will be no source of spiritual awareness
• There will be no thanking of GOD if you achieve something great
• There will be no temples, no church, no Mosque, no Gurudwara.

Then what, what we will say, why me Gandhiji or why me Hitler... just joking but as far as I feel, without GOD life is nothing, a kind of power will be lost forever that everyone feels inside them at some point of time in life.

I'm not saying that GOD is supreme and you should bow in front of HIM, even the God doesn't want it.
He is our friend, one who listen to our problems patiently any time, who is with us like air, who smiles with us cry with us, he is inside our Heart, living peacefully, who visits us at many points of time.

Now how come he can visit us, He is not here, He is in heaven, He has no face, he sends messengers, how come you are hurting my religious sentiments, 

This blog should be banned and he(I) must be jailed....???????????

The common mentality of every religion, the common man problem, they are so into in their sentiments to show their religious superiority that they forgot GOD never wants hatred, all he know is LOVE, Peace and Happiness.

Helping others will always make GOD happy any way any how, help others.

NOW the question is how come he visits us.......

• As your best friend who listen to your problem and mostly fixed it
• As you parents/caretakers who tries to fix your problems and need
• A friend who is happy with your happiness and sad with your sadness
• Same with the lover who loves you
• Same with those who blesses you with good health and wealth
• The one who you like to talk
• The one whom you'll share your problems

Still we need GOD, you know why, he made us like this, we are ambitious/over insecure who need God every time, we can never be satisfied, I know this is harsh, but this is the bitter truth and we became over protective about our religious sentiments, we have become insecure and we become rigid, even the God says that change can never be avoided but still we used to follow 10,000 years old ethics and loose our flexibility. It should be changed, this view should change and our lifestyle should change.

Nothing else to say, follow GOD be little flexible...

and Love for me is the thing that inspires me, motivates me and help me to what I m ...

which is GOD for me............and that is music.

Redefining part 2

Link to Redefining part1

Redefining part 2

hey, why you are crying, I asked Simi

You idiot, don't know how to walk on road banged your head to the truck, you moron, She said

Ohh, c'mon just saw you and it's not my fault, it's all mirror reflection there and you are so beautiful, I was unable to concentrate and ended up in Hospital, I replied.

you will never change, she said it and smile a little. I was waiting for that smile for so many years, If I go back to my memories I m incomplete without her, I and her were the master of mischief in colony, we used to steal    cookies together, play together and fight after every 10 min. from the age of 10 to 18 I was with her, then the college changes then the life and the priorities, and she was my girlfriend also during my schooling and through most of the college time but we broke up, I don't know why (my biggest mistake of life), I got another girl, she was alone, she never had a boy in his life after me but now I came to know she is getting married and I m  in dilemma what to do what no to. I remembered everything, even the smell of the skin and one day she is in front of me and crying for me.

Hey wake up dude, I heard a sweet voice of simi, she said:' see who has come to see you', It was her fiance and simi parents, I know simi parents and I was happy to see them but seeing her fiance I don't know what happen to me, I want to cry but can't, I want to go back in time and change everything but I can't coz I m not a superman.

Day by day her care makes me feel comfortable and in the evening when he came I feel jealousy, want to kill him but leave him and one fine day when I was comfortable and fit enough to go home, I woke up at 5am asked the nurse and management to prepare the bill and went home silently leaving a note behind.

Simi,

may be I m not such a great guy. may be I m not perfect but yes I m sorry for what I did to you, we can never be friends as I said in my college that we can be friends but now I know I seriously love you,and love can never be converted back to friendship I came to know,  I never respected you the way I should but now its to late to repent, wish you happy married life and have kids and don't name them the way we decided and I still have your poetry you wrote for me once.

All the best for life. Call me for any need, will always relish those childhood days.

have fun

enjoy

I love travelling, alone.

Yours 

abhishek

So, its me now only, changed the job to a travelling job to enjoy the world with my memories.

AKASH

"An uncommon story of a boy."

When a well grown up Kid enter your house saying "Merry Christmas Aunty ji"  there is a smile that went up on our face. His name is Akash, an ordinary boy, average looks wheatish colour, average height with cake in his hand and on the black pulsar with his friend. My mumma says " beta andar to aaja bahar se hi jayega " with a usual replies of guys he says " nai aunty have to go, jaana hai jaldi mei hun ghar pe guest hai wait kar rhe hai".

With full of attitude starts his bike and went vrooooming on the bike, as a kid pulsar really fascinates me but then I look up to my bicycle with a helpless smile.

He is a good guy with not so good friends, least interested in studies and more on fun, he started investing on shares from the age of 17 or may be 18 when he was in 12th standard by stealing money from his parents purse, see most of the kids steal for a cigarette or alcohol but he steals for his own good, to support his family,  note the difference. 

He has one brother and one sister, the younger kid and the most loved one (may be). The story began when a girl broke up with him and humiliate him, he went all around the city but she went to Delhi. A usual story, but a 3 yrs relationship is worth hurting, the reason for his break up even I don't know but once I saw the girl in the delhi metro. I chased her and asked about it, but the reply is firm and cruel saying " Don't ask me,  ask his parents. his family". 

I got my reason and tell the same to akash bhai, he went silently, even I don't bother about it, but get to know about his past slowly slowly through years went on, the way they met in the empty streets of railway colony, the restaurants they visits the promises they had made.

The good, the bad everything some times by akash or by his friends or the girl and my commons friends all are telling the stories, but it effect akash a lot, he had become a more dull and depressed personality, business is ruined and he started living on alcohol.

One night I met him on the side lane after a long time, drunk and smoking, saying bhai "thank you" and fell on

 my foot ohh fuck!!! the first first word that came out of me. I immediately call my friends, take him to the nearby Hospital and he is referred to fortis, man I was out of my mind, the reports were saying that the liver is heavily damaged, then I realized that I should help him,.

After he is discharge from the hospital I help him to grow with it, check his records and send him to the "Art of living" A much improved Akash is welcomed after lots of yoga and medicine.

Two or three months later I met him and he said that " Bhai kam mast chal pada hai" I was happy to hear that and also tell my mumma about the same.

A week later I was going to my friends house and came to know that Akash is dead in an accident, man I was fell of my knees. Visited his place the scenario was totally shocking///

" Not a single guy was there to lift him up on the shoulders, alone in the dark the body is laying down on the cemented floor with white cover." The mulla ji was showing his face to everyone amazed why a Muslim is there instead of a pandit but then I heard a voice of a girl may be his sister fighting with her mother saying that his bro will be burned and the mom is saying that he should be buried. Again I was shocked

first I asked about the death,

the one or two person standing there says he is dropping his friend when a truck hits his car.

A car I replied, yes he owns a car that he bought recently and was dropping 

his friend home recently on his BIRTHDAY.

tears rolled down my cheeks and then I asked about what all this fight about, the guy is born to Hindu family but his mother runaway with his lover who is a Muslim. Court case is filed and the women win the possession of kids, his elder brother is on his way to the city.

came to know that his brother and sister has left mom and only he is living with her.

I got a call from that girl and shut off it saying don't worry stay happy, now you don't have anyone who will tease you and don't cry.

The rotory van came and take him for the cremation according to Hindus mythology.

Today is his B day and I still don't know whom do I blame for it.

faith

"A day that is changed ...."

It was a cool Sunday of winters, so I wake up late and enjoyed every warmth of my blanket till the last breath of me in my bed, gazed at the wall clock, saw my mobile.

After all the necessary works of the morning or I can say afternoon I remembered that today I have to take the bath not because It is sunday but because today I have to go for a bhandara, Its a Sai Baba bhandara so it becomes compulsory for me as it was organized by one of my aunty ji and also because of  my faith.

The way to Mandir is quite easy, but surprisingly that temple of SAI and SHIV is surrounded by the Muslims houses.

Its on corner and the temple has no Hindu's home around it for 200sq meters. Its very rare and uncommon and sometimes give you a proud feeling that I m an Indian.

What I see now is the empty temple or the expected crowd is much much less then I had expected, I can easily walk inside the temple, no one is bothered about the administration, very few are joining hands in front of Gods and Goddesses, once again I was amazed by seeing that ladies and kids had came up with "tiffins" and packed the whole food for their family, no one is sighted from the upper class even middle class also. there is a mess around the temple and the one thing I missed the most are beggars, unexpected.

This view is completely changed with the previous bhandara, the crowd, the enthusiasm all is missing somewhere in the ego of person to person. It was held almost 3 to 4 yrs back, then I also did the swam seva and some how administrated the event, serves food to the people and it is crowded with youth from 14 to 24 yrs age groups, Its a fun and faith, mixed feeling, or in Indian style "mast". 

Now I m 21 and the scene is changed  the elder guys are married and girls are hardly to found, the standard of living is increased but the faith is decreased in youth completely missing from the event. I don't know where are they going and what they want but a lighted church at Christmas is much more fascinating then serving to hunger.

A day is changed and so the definition of faith.

Another day of me

"Another day of me"   

I was just walking by side lane in the bright sunshine, something in my head, something in my heart.
I don't know what it is but sometimes its just so hard to figure it out. Its just a mixed feeling, a bundle of emotions. All by myself in the end, step up the stair watched my phone, no replies, sat on the chair taking a deep breath asked the man to cut my hair.
Watching DIL SE side by side and touched with climax, after shaving again i checked my phone....
I don't know whose reply i am waiting, but its something i felt deep in my heart. I dialed a number and it was busy.
Way back to my home enter the gate of my house, open the lappy and slept by its side watching my mobile again, after sometimes i felt that no one is there except my books, my pad and my pen...
I open them and a found a new world, a new light an old pal.
I m happy and sad also.
so much feelings shared with my notebook.
and a piece of my life is shared here, at the end of the day I m all by myself in this four wall, waiting n waiting n waiting..........................................  

Thank you
"Musafir"