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why do I come here?

why do I come here?

to quench the ever-growing longing of literary orgasm

to extinguish my burning desires

to satiate my greed of scholarly wisdom

to let the greats interact with

to let the knowledge show its power

to remain acquiescent

to drink the nectar seeping out of conversant souls

to submerge

to drown

to let the ocean of intelligence release the tsunami

out of the volcanic eruption of the convoluted brains

why do I come here?

to realize the supremacy of the inner self

to convey, to communicate, to connect

to discover and get discovered

to learn how to avoid being offensive

to take away things what human want

to stay human!

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Death-the ultimate truth

Death is the only truth in life. This is very true statement. We all think that we are living to enjoy, to prosper, to achieve fame, to accumulate wealth, to rule the world etc. etc. but the fact is that we all are living just to die another day. Continue reading

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#MeToo or #WhyShe ?

And finally the #MeToo revolution was triggered in our part of the world. Till now we were just following the stories from other parts of the world especially the USA and debating on them. Until one fine day one of the so-called victim stood up and shared her side of the story. The story was soon encapsulated in the searching shell of #MeToo and the much awaited trigger was finally pressed. Though there was not much of hype anticipated in this part of the world as the number of socially proven rape cases daily are far more than the number of #MeToo cases expected. In this part of the world, where every minute a Draupadi is being molested and all the Dhritarashtras and Bhishmas remain passive and mute, what value a #MeToo case can carry? Seeing the plight of women in this part of the world, these victims unanimously agree that #MeToo cases are far too less a molestation for them. That probably may be one of the reasons why #MeToo arrived so late in this part of the world. Continue reading

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…Should we help others?

contd….from earlier part

Sitting on a railway platform and watching the arrival and departure of the trains is the best pastime one can have. At least for this, one need not have the smart phone or the internet. Since you don’t have to catch a train, you can sit relaxing, perhaps sipping a cup of tea and watch passengers rushing for their seats. The hawkers, the porters, the movement of trains, all make it a carnival like atmosphere around. I enjoy this dynamic atmosphere a lot. Continue reading

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Should we help others?

This straightforward question started troubling my mind when I encountered a situation which is quite common for all.

Recently I had to go to the railway station to pick up my wife as my happy days as forced bachelor were coming to an end with the arrival of my wife from her mother’s place. She always insisted on me picking her up from the station. Possibly she wanted to read my expressions on encountering her after a lull. But I am doubly sure even if the expectations on the expressions were not up to the mark she is not going to catch a return train back home in any case? Continue reading

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tragedy called life

I am burning incessantly

the end appears to be nearing

the energy levels are dying down

sublimation of the body fearing

the soul though has no abode

permanently to stay there

but the existing address is in me

and then to anonymity shall near

I breathe hard to remain alive

but the strength keeps diminishing

my aspirations are young enough

but my actions are retreating

I too have a ticking countdown

to remain in this materialistic earth

 and when the counter reaches zero

my existence shall become unheard

yes, we all are a feeble naught

that can be easily wiped off

whether we do good or bad

the life is always written off