Martin Luther King Speech

I Have a Dream - Address at March on Washington
August 28, 1963. Washington, D.C.

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation. [Applause]

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.

But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

Deaf political leaders

This is with reference to the article by Bhaskar Koirala "Middle political path" (May 5). It is true that India and the Maoists are the key elements related ot the development of our country. As you have pointed out, all those individuals who are supporting the indefinite strike are all Nepalis. And it is our duty to support for the greater cause. But aparently, things are not going as they seem to be. In addition, your article looks interesting which points out that we need to find the common middle ground between left and right.

The stike is in place for the past six days. And only God knows, when this political impasse will end. There is no doub thtat the 'wait and see' policy of our leaders is taking us nowhere. It is obvious that th elonger the "indefinite" strike styas, the harder it will be for every individual in the ocuntry.

I don't understand why this is going on. The ledaers who think they are competent seem incompetent. There are many political pundits who are extensively writing about 'indefinite strike', 'quit PM' and 'peaceful strikes'. However, hardly any of our political leaders seem to nitice these issues and take these opinions seriously. They are holding meetings but the outcome has so far remainded zero.

Santosh Kalwar
Ratnangar 4, Tandi
Chitwan

Published: Republica
Letters to the Editor

Land of hunger

Land of hunger

Hunger, am I.

Hungry, you are.

In this hunger,

Only one gets fulfilled.

The life full

With perplexity, Complexities, pride

And honors

Mine are nothing

Materialistic,

Without, your smile

So, eloquently sober.

                      Dive into me

I know.

Ways to reach,

The way no one will ever preach

Away, far away

 From this boring

And clumsy,

Land of hunger

Brinkmanship

Your editorial rightly pointed out that the 'wait-and-watch' tactic of the government vis-a-vis the nationwide Maoist strike could prove dangerous ("No time to lose", May 4, Page 6). Already Valley residents are panicking about the shortage of food and basic necessities. If the parties don't reach some kind of consensus soon, the peaceful strike can turn violent anytime as the patience of the agitators as well as government representatives are likely to be tested the longer the strike continues. The situation might them be out of control.

Santosh Kalwar
Ratnangar-4, Tandi
Chitwan

Published: The Kathmandu Post
Letters to the Editor

Puzzling long hair

The relationship between me and my long hair goes back to 2065 B.S and now we are already into 2067. I suspect that it is longer than present day men-women relationships. I used to have long hair like famous Hollywood, Bollywood and ‘Some-wood’ actors. Unfortunately, I do not have long hair anymore. 

I always loved my long hair simply because I believe that hair is like an ornament of man’s mind, as diamonds are a girl’s best friend. Every man’s hair determines his personality. However, in eastern societies hardly anyone accepts long hair. If someone has long hair, they will presume that a normal educated and intelligent guy is a ‘Hero’ or ‘Dada’ or ‘Gunda’.

Once I had to attend a job interview in a reputed Internet company in Kathmandu. I was surprised when an interviewer said, “Before I accept you as an employee in our organization, please cut your long hair.” I was in a dilemma. However, I had to get rid of my long hair in order to secure a job in the reputed Internet company. Sadly for me, I lost my lovely long hair.

It seems that people evaluate you based on your looks and appearances. Today, my appearance looks as they would like me to look. Short hair, most of the people believe is a smart and trendy look, but it depends on different type of faces. Short hair suits some and long hair others.

I believe that there are three step processes for things which are in or around us.

In the first step, we either buy an object or we just learn to live with those objects within us (long hair, six fingers, seven toes etc). In the second step, we either leave them or destroy them and, in my case, I had to destroy it. I had to get rid of my long hair in order to get a proper job and in the final step, we either pray that the new object/things which will fascinate us will appear to us or grow within us. ( I am praying that I will have long hair again but it will take some time).

I do not know why I am making these theoretical assumptions. Maybe, they are for grief for losing the lovely long hair I once had. The hair, mouth, nose, ears and lips are the main parts of human faces. Everything in our body is a part of our body, and  they make up part of our personality. If we cannot love our body, how are we supposed to love ourselves and then others?

Published: The Himalayan Times

2010-04-28 

Op-Ed: Topix

Remember

Remember me,
When I am long gone into the woods,
Into the darkness of unnamed island,
Where no one humanly blooms,
Remember me without sadness
The way I touched you,
Will never, ever come back!

Remember me, when you will miss, the elegance
Of the man, the way I walked into your house,
In small village, journeying,
Just to get your glimpse, and smell your hair
Or, to share a kiss for a moment
That never lasted so long.

Remember me, when you will be all left alone
And there will be no man near your arms,
Remember me when someone else will
Try to make you laugh, the way I did,
May bring you, such delight, o my life!

I know you will say that:
“You will not remember me”
But, I know, My Rosemary darling,
That love is in, no man’s land.

So, when I will be long gone in that much unknown land,
With no one left behind to wipe your tears
Or, make you smile
And kiss you in your deep blue eyes
Please, remember me

Without grief, in you’re humanly life
As time flows with the sky

Remember me, as I will always remember you
In every moments,
Which I will spend without you!


© 2010 by  Santosh Kalwar

Press releases: You Can

Lappeenranta, Finland, April 24, 2010 --(PR.com)-- Many of the times, we feel depressed and sad. It is very obvious that, we as the humans are in great need of inspirations during different phases of our lives. It is also known that there are thousands of self-help and inspirational books but hardly these books give suitable insights or ‘an inch of inspiration’. Therefore, unlike these self-help books, poems can be the best source of inspiration. What if you can read golden words of inspiration for free?

In his new book with very interesting title, "You Can", a young Nepalese poet from Chitwan, Nepal promises scintillating encouragement and motivation in his book, a collection of several inspiring poems.

Santosh Kalwar is an author of nine published books entitled, "Nature God (2008), Human behavior on the Internet (2009), A Very First Book of Poems (2009), ...109 Quotes, 07 Poems, and a song of despair (2009)..., 20 Love Poems and Economy Crisis (2009), 25 Sexy Poems (2009), Yet another book of Poems (2009), Happening: Poems (2010) and I Am Dead Man Alive (2010).

“You Can” is a collection of very inspiring poems by the young and talented poet, first published in 2010 by Lulu.com. The book is available to download for free. The book is collection of several intriguing and motivating poems written to inspire all ages. The poems are highly motivational that will stimulate the readers to achieve significant goals in life.

These poems can inspire anyone including business people, professionals and service man or women. Many of the times people need to inspire themselves. Therefore, these poems promise to provide encouragement for all those sad souls living on the planet.

Santosh Kalwar is a PhD candidate in Lappeenranta University of Technology, Lappeenranta, Finland. He loves reading and writing poetry. To arrange a book signing or interview, contact the writer. For further information about the writer, please visit author website at kalwar.com.np

ISBN 978-1-4457-5770-4

To place orders for the book, contact: Lulu.com

URL: lulu.com/product/paperback/you-can/10661154

Desire and Misery

I am writing this with reference to the article by Arun Gupto ”Miseries of a nation: Desire” (April 14). I liked the way the writer has gathered data on ‘desire’ but  I am little skeptical about how desires would lead to misery. The conclusion of the article looks inspiring when one talks about the epic story of our religion. It is true that many of our politicians harbor a great desire to rule our nation but hardly anyone has become successful. As a writer, I would probably understand your expression.

It is obvious that there are many ways to look at the same things. Writers and scholars have great imaginative powers but politicians are not so imaginative. They do what they are told to do. However, it is not desire or power alone which will make us successful and happy because it is important for each Nepali to bear the burdens of carrying our actions themselves.

It is the desire of each Nepali politicians to rule the nation and become decision makers. They should also pay heed to the public because whatever our leaders desire will affect us too.

Santosh Kalwar

via myrepublica.com

Published: Republica

Letters to the Editor/Your Say

Source: myrepublica 

Press releases: I Am Dead Man Alive

What happens when a person is dead? Human beings are one of the most intelligent creatures in this planet but no one knows till date where they go after their death.

A young Nepalese poet from Chitwan, Nepal answers these significant questions in his new book of poems, a collection of fifty poems, full of creative insights and imagination. Kalwar is prolific writer, poet and researcher.

He is author of eight published books entitled, "Nature God (2008), Human behavior on the Internet (2009), A Very First Book of Poems (2009), ...109 Quotes, 07 Poems, and a song of despair (2009)..., 20 Love Poems and Economy Crisis (2009), 25 Sexy Poems( 2009), Yet another book of Poems (2009) and Happening: Poems (2010).

I am dead man alive is a collection of death poems by the Nepalese poet Santosh Kalwar, first published in 2010 by PublishAmerica. The book is collection of several dark poems written to visualize the past, present and the future of human life. The poem is mainly about the death. These poems reflect how one should consider living on present moment and not fear the death.

I am dead man alive represents ancient, classical, modern and contemporary human times in very poetic manner. The state of physical, spiritual, and rational sensation is aroused in this book. The book brings new light and questions simple phenomenon of human life and death.

Santosh Kalwar is a PhD candidate in Lappeenranta University of Technology, Lappeenranta, Finland. He loves reading and writing poetry. He is currently working for his first novel.
For further information about the writer, please visit at http://kalwar.com.np

ISBN 9781448940394


To place orders for the book, contact:
PublishAmerica LLLP
P.O. Box 151
Frederick, MD 21705
(301) 695-1707
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To arrange a book signing or interview, contact Santosh Kalwar at santoshkalwar@gmail.com

Problems

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Problems
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I was searching to resolve my problems
I found nothing but more problems
I guess, life is all about moving on
when time is short for mere cries
let us share, our problems
friends alike, mind alike
thinkers and lovers alike
someday
as, we all have to die
maybe then,
our problems will no
more be alive
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Possibly "thank you" in Portuguese !

Possibly "thank you" in Portuguese !

Recently, I traveled on my first scientific conference to Porto, Portugal. Porto is second largest city in the country after capital-Lisbon. The experience of the journey was horrific. Can you imagine falling in love with a city and the people, although it was only for just four days?

I met many pretty ladies in the conference in Porto and also many lonesome men like me-maybe to go wild in the romantic rainy climate of the Porto.

One of the pretty ladies said, “Do you know my husband ….” After that I didn’t wanted to store any piece information from a beautiful lady.

I wonder why these good looking Portuguese girls are “missing” their husband or boy friend and I have to handle the situation or listen to their sad stories. Poor Me! However, maybe I am born to solve the problem on love, truth and relationships.

I could not stand giving my piece of so called “wise advice” on that very lady and ended up saying, “You know, those who are close to heart are never missed.” Finally, she laughed and said, “Obrigado”, Thanks God, what does that word means?

After listening too many of the boring lectures and presentations by so called, “scientists”, I got frustrated and decided to visit some of the places such as harbor, port wine sellers and smell the cool breeze coming from Antarctic Ocean near the fort beach.

The smell was so beautiful and romantic. I talked with Portuguese couples. They hardly were very good at speaking English and I myself do not claim to be very good as well. Nevertheless with my curiosity, I asked with them, “How long you guys have been together?” the girl replied, “it has been seven years” Smilingly, I cherished their togetherness and felt “proud” of such Portuguese couple.

Many of the couples in recent days have trouble being together. I decided to taste some of the famous port wine and think on the reasons behind “not being together”. Under the smell of cool breeze near the harbor, with my eyes closed and beautiful romantic singers singing “tunes of Porto”, I invented something great that Einstein would have been proud of – The trouble is not with the couples but with the ever changing situation of globalized world and the economy.

Recession has hit in each and every corners of the globe. With less money, how can someone will have so called, “honey?”

My conversation with the Portuguese couple didn’t last long. I shared the same idea, wished them “good luck” for their future in their relationship and shared smiled in Portuguese way. They looked very happy with my piece of wisdom that I shared with them, In return they said, “Obrigado” to me.

Again, I have to come back to the conference arena. I started to wonder why these boring conferences are held. Then I realized maybe it is to “network and mingle” with like minded peoples. However, there were hardly anyone who was talking “romance and love” in the scientific conference and my journey was completely different that ordinary scientists or maybe I should have gone to 'romantic scientific conferences' rather than that I went.

Apparently, I saw another single mom, who was from Porto and she started to share her feelings of relationships with me. She said, “Do you know that love does not last forever, I was married with a professor for twenty five years but our relationship didn’t work out.” I wonder why?

I was so intelligent with my words that I disguised my appearance –as if I was feeling sad and said to her, “I am so sorry for your unsuccessful romantic life, maybe whatever we do is a based on our karma” The Hindu philosophical wisdom didn’t impressed her so I decided to give the Christian faith unto her. “Do not worry, you will find someone better, someday” Now, she seemed more satisfied with the response. More than ninety percent of population is Roman Catholic, I guess!

After couple of hours of wise talk, she finally got satisfied with the wisdom we shared.
The final day was approaching and the conference was coming to an end. There were more problems that could have been seen, heard or shared but ‘time is money’. Insofar, I wanted to hear more and help these people more but every journey has an end.

Every time I talked with these couples and shared my piece of wisdom with them, they said, “obrigado”. My lack of Portuguese was very unsatisfactory, I could not understand the meaning behind the word and I assumed that it won’t mean anything bad about me or about my color of skin or about my piece of wisdom.

I didn’t even had computer to “Google translate” the word. Therefore, my journey came to an end when I safely landed to Helsinki but the cold breeze smelled so frustrating and melancholy that I started to feel the same.

In conclusion, the journey of love of any place, or any experience with new people, country or conference is always like “the beginning of an end or maybe end of the beginning” By the way, what do you think, “Obrigado” would have meant? Possibly, “thank you” in Portuguese!

Who Knows?

Who knows? What love is?
Who knows? What pain is?
Who knows? How long I will live
Who know? About the life

Everyone is born alone
Have to die alone
Do you know what aloneness is?

Loneliness is not aloneness
I can be alone but never lonely
There is always someone
With whom you share:
Smile, sorrow, pain, love, life
There is no one
Who goes along with you? When you die

In a very short visit,
Whilst this life,
I found you:
Smile

Who knows?
Maybe you disguised me
So that I will too
Smile
Who knows?
Why are we fighting? When no one comes out alive

Broken promises

It is true that many Nepali women are betrayed by middlemen who promise them rosy jobs and lofty dreams in foreign land (“Hard labour,” April 5, Page 6). No human should mislead another by promising them something they know to be untrue.

The number of women mentioned in your editorial is scary. However, it is apparent that this is not only a problem for women in Gulf countries or Lebanon, but also in the rest of the world. Therefore, the violence against women should be taken into consideration and those found guilty brought to justice, whether at home or abroad. What is the foreign ministry doing about women migrants? I recommend all Nepali brothers and sisters to do their homework properly before trusting middlemen to secure them a job in a foreign land.

Santosh Kalwar

Chitwan


Published: The Kathmandu Post
Letter to the Editor
Source: eKantipur

April fool

The origin of April fool day is unknown, as the origin of the universe seems unknown. There are theories but theories are mostly based on ideas of people. Mainly our eastern culture is influenced by western culture for the celebration of April fool day. April fool day is dedicated to play pranks and make joke among friends and families.

When I logged into my Facebook and twitter pages, I was getting lots of “amazing updates”. For example, Osama bin laden is dead; Nepal became only Hindu State in the entire world; The Beatles are alive; climate change is unreal; earthquake may hit all parts of globe; Jesus Christ son is alive and so on and so forth.

After hearing such amazing updates, I started to think seriously. What is going on? My quest for mysterious search of “holy grail” of an unanswered question was at dismay.

So, I went back again to my facebook page for a heart comforting answers. After few seconds, a friend in my Facebook commented, “You look like Johnny Depp”. Since, I have a tendency to take everything seriously. I wonder if I do or am I being fool to be called, ‘the great, Johnny Depp’.

This is very personal statement and it asks many questions not only on personal level but also about human faces or “look-alikes”.

We are around six billion human living on this planet and it may be obvious that one can look alike another. But do I and Johnny look-like one another? Does it make any difference if I look like Johnny or if Johnny looks like me? I think it will.

It won’t make any difference if I look alike Johnny since he is a great Hollywood actor and everybody him from his famous pirate movies. However, if he looks like me then it might create problem for him because I am an unknown poet, writer and researcher. I wonder if someone like him would like to be like me.

I might be visually similar to Depp but do I really want to call as his “look-alike”. It is quite nice to hear that you look like someone who is famous and great but how about one’s self esteem and value? I get easily angry when somebody compares one individual to another. We all are unique in one ways or another, Aren’t we?

As the Easter is coming, I was walking lonely, slowly and peacefully near my residential Church, I met another friend of mine and he said, “Hey, Buddy, how you doing man, you look so cool in your black jacket, you look like Johnny depp”. Holy Cow! Which day is today, I asked.
He said, “Today is first of April, Man! I am sorry, I was just kidding…making you fool”.
Finally, I realized both of these friends were making fool of me. I was getting angry for nothing. It’s an April fool day!

The Lunatic by Laxmi Prasad Devkota

The Lunatic

Surely, my friend, insane am I
Such is my plight.

I visualize sound.
I hear the visible.
And fragrance I taste.
And the ethereal is palpable to me.
Those things I touch--
Whose existence the world denies,
Of whose shape the world is unaware.
I see a flower in the stone--
when wavelet-softened pebbles on the water's edge,
In the moonlight,
While the enchantress of heaven is smiling unto me.
They exfoliating, mollifying,
Glistening and palpitating,
Rise before my eyes like tongueless things insane,
Like flowers,
A variety of moonbirds,
I commune with them as they do with me,
In such a language, friend,
As is never written, nor ever printed, nor ever spoken,
Unintelligible, ineffable all.
Their language laps the moonlit Ganges shore,
Ripple by ripple,
Surely, my friend, am I insane,
Such is my plight.

Clever and eloquent you are!
Your formulas are ever running correct.
But in my calculations one minus one is always one.
You work with your senses five,
With the sixth I operate.
Brains you have, my friend,
But the heart is mine.
To you a rose is but a rose,
It embodies Helen and Padmini for me.
You are strong prose,
But I am liquid poetry.
You freeze, I melt,
You decant when I go muddy.
When I am muddled, you are clear.
And just the other way about.
You have a world of solids,
Mine is one of vapour
Yours is thick and mine is thin.
You take a stone for hard reality,
I seek to catch a dream,
Just as you try to grab that cold sweet, minted coin's round reality.
Mine is a badge of thorns,
But yours is one of gold and adamant.
You call the mountains mute,
But orators do I call them.
Surely, my friend, a vein is loose in my brain.
I am insane,
Such is my plight.

In the frigid winter month,
I basked in the first white heat of the astral light.
They called me crazy.
Back from the burning-ghat,
Blank-eyed I sat for seven days,
They cast their eyes on me and called me one possessed.
Shocked by the first streak of frost on a fair lady’s tresses,
For a length of three days my sockets filled and rolled.
For the Buddha, the enlightened one, touched me in the depths,
And they called me one distraught.
When I danced to the bursting notes of the harbinger of the spring,
They called me one gone crazy.
One moonless night, all dead and still,
Annihilation choked my soul,
And up I jumped upon my feet.
And the fools of the world put me in the stocks.
I sang with the tempest one day,
And the wise-acres of the world dispatched me down to Ranchi.
And once when at full stretch I lay upon my bed,
As one but dead,
A friend of mine pinched me so sharp.
And said, "Oh mad man,
Is thy flesh now dead?"
Year by year such things did occur,
And still, my friend, I am insane,
Such is my plight.

I have called the Nawab’s wine all blood.
And the courtesans all corpses.
And the king a pauper.
I have denounced Alexander the Great.
And I have deprecated the so-called high-souled ones.
And the insignificant individual I have raised,
Up an ascending arch of praises,
Into the seventh heaven.
Your highly learned men are my big fools.
Your heaven is my hell.
Your gold, my iron.
Friend, your piety, my sin.
Where you feel yourself clever,
There, there,
I find you a stupid innocent.
Your progression is regression to me.
Such is the upsetting of values, friend,
Your universe to me is but a hair.
Surely, my friend,
I am absolutely moon-struck,
Moon-struck indeed,
Such is my plight.

I find the blind the people’s pioneers.
The cave-penancer do I find a runaway, the deserter of humanity.
And those who climb the platform of lies do I declare to be but dancers dark.
And I declare the defeated ones the splendid laurelled victors.
Advancement is retreat.
May be I am a squint
Or that I am a crack, friend,
Just but a crack.

Look at the strumpet-tongues adancing of shameless leadership!
At the breaking of the backbones of the people’s rights!
When the sparrow-headed bold prints of black lies on the papers,
Challenge the hero in me called Reason,
With conspiracy false,
Then redden hot my cheeks, my friend,
And their colour is up.
when the unsophisticated folk quaff off black poison with their ears
Taking it for ambrosia,
And that before my eyes, my friend,
Then every hair rises on end,
Like the serpent-tresses of the Gorgons,
Every one so irritated!
When I see the tiger pouncing upon the innocent deer,
Or the big fish after the smaller ones,
Then even into my corroded bones, my friend,
The terrible strength of the soul of Dadhichi--the sage,
Enters and seeks utterance.
Like a clouded day crashing down to earth in the thunderbolt,
When man regards a man as no man,
Then gnash my teeth and grind my jaws, set with the two and thirty teeth,
Like Bhimsen's teeth, the terror-striking hero's,
And then,
Rolling round my fury-reddened eyeballs,
With an inscrutable sweep,
I look at this inhuman human world
Like a tongue of fire.
The machine parts of my frame jump out of their places,
Disordered and disturbed!
My breath swells into a storm,
Distorted is my face,
My brain is in a blaze,
Like a wild conflagration.
I am infuriated like a forest fire,
Frenzied, my friend,
As one who would devour the world immense,
Surely, my friend,
I am the moonbird of the beautiful,
The iconoclast of ugliness!
The tenderly cruel!
The bird that steals the celestial fire!
The child of the tempest!
I am the wild eruption of a volcano insane!
Terror personified!
Surely, my friend,
I am a whirl-brain, whirl-brain,
And such is my plight!

Ecclesiastes 1

Ecclesiastes 1 (New International Version)

Ecclesiastes 1

Everything Is Meaningless

1 The words of the Teacher, [a] son of David, king in Jerusalem:
2 "Meaningless! Meaningless!"
says the Teacher.
"Utterly meaningless!
Everything is meaningless."

3 What does man gain from all his labor
at which he toils under the sun?

4 Generations come and generations go,
but the earth remains forever.

5 The sun rises and the sun sets,
and hurries back to where it rises.

6 The wind blows to the south
and turns to the north;
round and round it goes,
ever returning on its course.

7 All streams flow into the sea,
yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from,
there they return again.

8 All things are wearisome,
more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing,
nor the ear its fill of hearing.

9 What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.

10 Is there anything of which one can say,
"Look! This is something new"?
It was here already, long ago;
it was here before our time.

11 There is no remembrance of men of old,
and even those who are yet to come
will not be remembered
by those who follow.

Wisdom Is Meaningless

12 I, the Teacher, was king over Israel in Jerusalem. 13 I devoted myself to study and to explore by wisdom all that is done under heaven. What a heavy burden God has laid on men! 14 I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.
15 What is twisted cannot be straightened;
what is lacking cannot be counted.

16 I thought to myself, "Look, I have grown and increased in wisdom more than anyone who has ruled over Jerusalem before me; I have experienced much of wisdom and knowledge." 17 Then I applied myself to the understanding of wisdom, and also of madness and folly, but I learned that this, too, is a chasing after the wind.

18 For with much wisdom comes much sorrow;
the more knowledge, the more grief.

Footnotes:
Ecclesiastes 1:1 Or leader of the assembly ; also in verses 2 and 12

The Art of Loving

I was reading a book called, “The Art of Loving” by Eric Fromm written during 1956. The book consists of wide range of ideas, not about “how to love” but “what love is”. It makes us think that love can be an art.

It is apparent that definitions of love vary based on people attitudes, experiences and believes. In addition, what love is, to me, may not be the same, for another person. We all are philosophers, at some point in life. In particular, when we talk on “world perspectives” for example, love, life, faith, religion and politics. Therefore, to generalize about love and on love, is to make an understatement about world perspectives.

In the final chapters of the book, Fromm articulates and answers if love is an art or not. He suggests that love is an art just like any other art, music, poetry, painting, carpentry and engineering. In every art, there are key elements. Three key elements which are necessary ingredients for love: Discipline, Concentration and Patience.

Generally, Sex plays a vital role in love. Fromm argues on Freud theory of “sexual pleasure” on love and rather suggests, “Sexual happiness” which is based on penetrating ‘hearts and minds’ of partner and ‘touching’ him/her in much, deeper sense. Maybe he meant ‘some kind of karmic connection’ is necessary to be happy and satisfied in love.

Many a great philosophers, poets and scientist have an opinion on love. My view is no different from Fromm’s perspective on love. He has clearly shown in his book that love is an art. There are several objects of love such as brotherly love, motherly love, erotic love, self –love, and love of God. Each of these love are different in one ways or another and these grow in time and space, as we do.
After reading a book, I have acquired a great deal of knowledge on love. However, love without practice and experience is not love. I have experienced many objects of love but still unsatisfied with the hunger for love. In a world where, we are consumers of food, drinks, a big bottle, a big breast; a big house, awesome car and great job. In more poetic sense, it seems that Love is not something for consumption.

Love is omnipresent and our appetite will always be unfulfilled for love. It is better for us because, without love, earth will not rotate, seasons will not change, birds will not sing and life will not exit.

As Eckhart has said, “If you love yourself, you love everybody else as you do yourself. As long as you love another person less that you love yourself, you will not really succeed in loving yourself, but if you love all alike, including yourself, you will love them as one person & that person is both God and man. Thus he is great & righteous person who, loving himself, loves all others equally.” I love you, all!

Hard Truth

Death of former Prime Minister Girija Prasad Koirala, popularly known as Girijababu, has shocked the nation. Death is a bitter reality that no power, religion, scientific endeavour or pill can prevent. It is a harsh and fundamental truth that each one of us must face it someday.

I remember a piece of wisdom my grandfather passed on to me before he died. He told me to recite this mantra daily: “I am going to die someday. But I am not sad about it today. If I am sad today of dying someday, then how am I supposed to live and do something today?”

I don’t know if this mantra really works. I suppose only a few of my learned readers may accept this philosophical convention. But it really does inspire and encourage me to live life to the fullest without being worried about death.

One invariable fact about life is that it will come to an end. But, it is not the destination that counts, rather the process by which one reaches the destination. If one fully lives their life on a day-to-day basis, one is bound to live a happier, healthier life. Despite this knowledge, many fear death. Imagine a scenario where somebody is standing in front of you, pointing a revolver towards your face. In such a scenario, one is bound to fear death. But fearing death for no present reason is not wise.

Before going any further on death, one has to understand the magnitude of fear, including the pain and suffering that the fear of death can cause. After reading several religious scriptures, I have come to the conclusion that there are a lot of interesting ideas about death. For example, in the Bible, the ‘coming back’ of Jesus Christ is mentioned. Similarly, some Muslim scholars believe in the ‘coming back’ of the Prophet Mohammad. Hindus also believe in the concept of chaurasi janma. My childish mind doubts this though, without any proper reason to give. I believe that, take it or leave it, everyone has to die one day, and that is the only truth of this so-called, ‘human life’.

Life is not like a game of cricket where in one match if you are clean bold, you can come up fresh in the very next match. To me, life is about living in the present moment and feeling happy and thankful for being alive. It is about cherishing the memories of the past, creating new ideas and innovations in the present, learning from peers, and loving everything that has been placed front of us.

Sadly, our Girijababu is no longer with us, but his legacy and contributions to Nepali politics and the country will always be remembered forever.


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My name is Khan

We all have choices and differences. The types of clothes we wear; the taste of different kinds of food and the different variety of movies that we watch. See, there is ‘differences’ of taste it also seems that there is ‘difference’ in how we perceive things.

Recently, I came across the movie named, “My name is Khan”. The movie itself has lot of ideas and message for the general people. However, the core idea suggests not all Muslims in World should be perceived as a terrorist. In general, it is very obvious that, neither any religious fate nor any spiritual dogma is above humanity.

From our ancestral times, we humans have divided ourselves into many religious faith and ethnicity. We also have divided the world as East, West, North and South. These divisions have side affect. After post 9/11 many of those people who has faith in ‘Islam’ has been seen as a possible terrorist in West. There are hundreds and thousands of sad stories and articles solely written for that particular event. The world is now divided into AC (After Christ), BC (Before Christ) and before or after 9/11.

It is shocking, isn’t it? When I visualize my own past memory by pressing the ‘back’ button, I am in 2001 AD. Then, I remembered this scary event, when I was on my ways to school in a bus and one of the nearby passenger said, “Twin tower collapsed in America”. And another man was gossiping and saying, “Osama bin laden seems to be bigger and larger than America, itself.”
As said in the movie, “In this world, there are two kinds of people: good and bad”. The good people do well but the bad people are the ones who use ‘religion’ and ‘politics’ to ‘make a match out of nothing’.

But after 9/11, the way, people in West perceived “Islam” in general was not good, as suggested in the movie. Moreover, one friend of mine, from America was suggesting, “Forget Islam, if they see black or brown looking face, the white folks think these people are all Muslims.” Wonder why?

Many of us worry about our past or future but the life itself is dramatically changing with the major events.(for example 9/11, Haiti Disaster etc) It is very obvious that, no religion can give us the ‘pills’ to survive the death.

Neither any scientific advancement can inject the ‘death pills’ either. The ultimate truth lies on how we behave to fellow human beings. The common purpose of human existence should never be judged by what kind of religious practices, they preach or what kind of color of the skin, they possess or which place they come from, east, west, north and south but on very simple phenomenon of who they really are and how they behave in society or community, in general.

One wise man once said, “Always remember, humanity is above any religion, sect, country or faith.”

Beauty and Light

May, you live
Full day of your life
May, you find
Beauty
In your prince
Or princess eyes

My love for you
Is not bodily
Materialistic
Or, full of lies

As sun will shine
In heavenly sky
I will always
Kiss my light
Either in days
Or nights
Up above
Twinkling stars
Singing songs of
'Beauty & light'

Those
Who are, close
To me
Will always be
With me

My voices are
Of ocean's wave

My happiness
Comes with
The music
Of natural songs

I am no one
In the land of
"Silence"

Those who speak
Are not speaking
Truth, my life
Those who seek to speak
May, just be hiding
In dark light

May, you live
Full day of your life
Kisses
And goodbyes

Incompetent PM

Going by your special editorial, Prime Minister Madhav Kumar Nepal told the worried business community that he was ‘helpless’, apparently to nab and take swift action against criminal elements (“Law and disorder,” March 3, Page 1). Such a statement is unbecoming of the head of the government and suggests that the prime minister is undeserving of the post.

Santosh Kalwar

Ratnanagar 4, Tandi

Chitwan


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Time to act

After reading several articles on the disputed concept of 2012, the end of the world, and watching hundreds of videos on You Tube, I finally decided to write about it.

Many contemporary scientists and astrologers have written books on 2012, and they have different opinions and ideas regarding it. Some believe that the world will come to an end in the year 2012 because of a mysterious supernova, natural disasters and polar shift while others discard it.

As there are always two sides of the coin, I believe that we should listen to different opinions coming from different sides and experts.

The idea of ‘polar shift’ was first suggested by Albert Einstein in 1955. Recent studies have suggested that ‘polar shift’ has happened in the past, and is likely to occur in coming days. If that happens, the entire earth will change its position with rocking earthquakes and rising tsunami flood and natural catastrophe. On a similar account, many astronomers have predicted that, the earth will be in exact alignment to the sun and the centre of the Milky Way galaxy in Dec. 21, 2012. They say that such event called as ‘galactic alignment’ occurs only once in every 25,800 years. No one can exactly predict the effect of such alignment on earth. But they believe that it will be disastrous. Similarly, many astronomers believe on ‘Mayan Calendar’ which predicts the end of time coming during the same date.

The world has evolved from Stone Age to agricultural, and has gradually moved towards industrial age and now it has reached to the technological. Despite the technological advancements we have, we still do not have a control over nature.

None of the above discussed predictions can be asserted as true or false. However, it would not be wrong to state that the world is currently facing several problems — both natural and human induced — which may be suggesting that ‘something huge’ is coming on our ways. Take for example, Haiti earthquake disaster, which killed almost 300,000 people. There is another recent incident of Chile, where around 700 people were killed by earthquake, tsunami and floods. Similarly, people in the Western Europe are reportedly facing a tough time with winter and snow. So, where is all this leading to?

Million dollar question to ask is: What are we doing? Is there nothing that we can do to prevent it from coming? The world leaders are after their own national agendas and interests. Sadly enough, they could not come together to the conclusion in the recently concluded Copenhagen conference on climate change. It seems that the money matters to us more than human lives and the earth. If the same pattern continues where climate change issues are ignored, mass killings are rampant, and religious and racial wars are raged, the earth will definitely be (or already is) in danger, as the proponents of 2012 concept believe and tell us.


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She walks in beauty

She walks in beauty

The way she walks, like a rain dear in the night
Of smiling cloud up above the Finnish Sky
Gentleness surrounds with her movement
Dwindling across the waves in an ocean
Peaceful serenity around
The smile ever wins, the days which glows
A beautiful mind in peace shows
Without any sorrows
A heart full of love
So innocent and shyness all around
She walks in beauty
Like a rain dear
Down below the heart of Finnish Sky

My Country Awake

Where the mind is without fear and the head held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by Thee into ever-widening thought and action;
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.


by Rabindranath Tagore

The Blind

I wish
I was blind
I would never have
Seen you, then!
My sweet beautiful
Angel or sunshine

Why are you going away?
From this life or,
Why am I killing my own life?

I wish
I was blind
No lust, no emotion
No feelings
Would have aroused,
In this unfarmed land.

Only those who seek me,
Would have known me
Only those who truly love me,
Would have loved me back

But I know, nobody loves
The blind

Sweet beloved

Oh dear soul,
Why do you worry?
Your heart
Is flooded with love
You need
A beautiful vessel
To preserve
Come on,
Hold on and don’t grieve
Your heart
Is filled with cosmic
Energy
You are floating around
This breeze!
Of love, of your sweet beloved

My Love

It was not my lips that you kissed but my heart,

It was not my heart that you broke but my life.

It was not the life that I ever wanted

But I have to live it, anyways, my love.

The smoke of fumes and shyness of red rose.

I will die one more time, just to see you, my love.

Happy or sad, I will always remain as yours, my love.

Happy Valentine’s Day to you all!

Ready for love

The Valentine's Day also called as St. Valentine's Day is the day when lovers express their love. To my utmost surprise, I am little confused, how am I going to celebrate this special day? As commonly said, “I am single ready to mingle”.

I am poor and lonely who do not have any girl friend or wife. That is not the whole part of the story.  Do you know that I am not even famous since Wikipedia under my name defines the biography as, “This article may not meet the general notability guideline?” I know I am not famous and I do not want to, maybe that is one reason why I am still single.

Under extreme condition of cold windy winter of Finland, I am sitting on my couch and thinking: “What should I do during Valentine's Day?” Suddenly 'somebody inside me' suggests that I should call all my friends and relatives around the world and express them my gratitude for being part of me. But on the contrary, other half of the 'very somebody inside me' suggests that I should find someone beautiful just to love me.

Sometimes, I hear the voices inside me saying, “Your days are coming soon, so love yourself more each passing day.”  However, my idiotic mind is against that very someone inside me and rather it suggests me to go drinking whiskey or smoking cigarette or to visit red, blue or white streets.

Most of the times, it seems that one always falls prey of the mind and do not listen to the voices that come from deep inside.  However, whatever be the reason, I am still thinking how would I spend my valentine's day?

Once, one beautiful angel used to love me, but she gave up the “so called” relationship on the Valentine's Day, simply because I did not belong to her “caste”. Then couple of years later, another girl found me interesting, and it was again on the same Day, I was dumped by her. Poor Me!

After these sad experiences, it is no surprise that, Valentine's Day has become an important day to me. You see, I keep on losing love. On every new Valentine's Day, my heart is broken and I have to suffer extremely.

This valentine's day, I do not want to suffer. I will not start a new relationship since relationships are meant to be broken. I will not visit any red, blue or white streets either, since those streets do not have my name written on them. I will not drink or smoke to rectify my feelings. Above all, I will just be alone.

Some wise man has said, “Aloneness is the first lesson of love.” Maybe, I should learn from my mistakes and rather be alone. I had my heart broken into pieces but now I would like to mend them and put them back where it belongs, once again, on this Valentine's Day. Happy Valentine's Day!


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Feel the Sunlight!

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Feel the Sunlight!
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I lost her, I found her.
I lost her again, but never found her.
In loosing and gaining,
I think, “love is raining.”

From high above, an angel sings:
Love me tenderly, just love me till the very end.

From low below, a lonely lover sings:
I don’t know what is love, how can I love?

No match found.

Cloud all over the sky.

Nothing is seen above or behind.

Time passes by, lover is awake.

What a joy is to feel alive!

A newly born baby kissing her mother’s breast.
An old man singing alone nearby the lonely street.
A writer finding treasures on his own territory.

These words may not rhyme

But

Romance kisses these fresh limes.

Good luck and feel the sun light.

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God bless you all !

Mr. Mad Man

Once upon a time there was very young handsome man. He was handsome but everybody called him, “Mad”.  He had lot of sentiments and emotion. One night, he was sitting on the top of the terrace, he was very lonely and he asked, “God, Why am I here?” God did not reply anything to him. He felt very sad. Later after few years, he completed his studies and started to search for jobs. He asked again to god, “God, why I don’t get job?” Again, God did not say anything. Later after few years, he felt in love with a beautiful young girl. But after few years, girl left him. He was again sad and asked god, “God, what did I do wrong that she left me?” This time also God did not said anything.

Few years passed and he started to realize that there is no God. He started to write against God. In one of his book he wrote, “God is Dog and Dog is God.” Those people who liked God hated him but those who do not like god, loved him.

One day he heard the news that the girl who left him all alone got married and has a kid. He started to buy new toys and gifts for the kid. Since he has lot of emotions attached to him, he could not stop doing that. Eventually, he had lot of toys and gifts of the kid. He tried a lot to meet the girl but girl always refused.

Everybody started to make fun of him and in the town where he lived, people said, “This guy is mad, he is so sick.” He didn’t felt anything of anyone what they were saying to him.

One day while he was sleeping. Some strange but very lovely lady came to him. He asked, “Who are you?” She said, “I am no one and I don’t have any name.” The handsome man then replied, “Why are you here?” She said, “I want to take you to the place where God is, you wanted to talk with him, don’t you?” He said, “Yes, I wanna!”

The beautiful lady and the handsome guy went to meet the God.

Finally, he met God and asked, “Why did you call me?” God replied, “I didn’t call you, you were calling me so many times, I am sorry handsome man but every individual on earth has to suffer simply because we sent them to learn some lessons.”

God continued…

“Well, but don’t worry, I know that you have lost love, you have lost job, you have lost so many things, but now I have special gift for you.”

Handsome man said, “Wow, what is it?”

God said, “It is all those things that you lost in Earth. Do you want them back?”

Handsome man paused for a while and started to think ….

Finally he said, “No, I don’t want anything that I have lost because all those things were my lessons to be learned out of “so called life.”

Next morning, handsome man was found dead in his bed. All of his friends, relative and strangers took him to grave. They buried him and on his tombstone it reads,

Mr. Mad man

1600-1672 AD

Visa suspension

The temporary suspension of applications for tier 4 student visas to Britain can be seen both in good as well as bad light (“Hard lesson,” Feb. 2, Page 6). It is good considering the extreme difficulties those who went to Britain under this system are now facing — in terms of adaptability, culture, socio-economics. For those eager to study in Britain under the “easy” 4 tier system, let them be in no illusion, it is anything but easy out there. 

At the same time, the abrupt halt in student visas is unjustifiable for if the “British concerns are genuine,” as you impute in your editorial, the UK authorities should have thought about the repercussions of the lax visa policy before its implementation. This policy smacks of British colonialism where the White folks assume they know what’s best for the rest of the world.

Santosh Kalwar

Ratnanagar-04, Tandi, Chitwan


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Quotes and Poem

Dear all,

-There is no true or false love, there is only love.

-The true and false are very subjective evaluation of most important feeling human would ever have: Love.

-Love is not bold or bald. Love is the true essence of human nature. The way he/she/it behaves, the way of an act, the way of deep feelings for objects or subjects so on and so forth.

-True itself is not true. False was never false. We evaluated them and put them into two baskets. One was evil and other was god.

-May love find you, may love be into you, may love bring you joy to dance with the wind of change, may love be in each of us, may love bring peace on earth, may love be only shrines, even at devil's workshop, may love find you, my love.

God bless you all !

Winner of BIS Poetry Contest

Winner Of The
Books In Sync
December 2009 - January 2010
Poetry Contest!

Poet Santosh Kalwar Is Not Yet A Member Of Books In Sync,

We Congratulate Him On Winning The Books In Sync

December 2009 - January 2010 Poetry Contest!

Santosh Kalwar won the first BIS Poetry
Contest with his poem
“Gloomy Sunday”

Press Release: Happening: Poems by Santosh Kalwar published by Gita Press

Dear all, It is my great pleasure to announce that, book with collection of some random poems. Please do not hesitate to download and read. The first book in 2010.

                                         Figure: The cover page for the book.

Happening: Poems by Santosh Kalwar published by Gita Press.

Currently, The book is free to download from publisher, kindly visit author home page or click to buy below. Below is the link for the book:

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If you have difficulty in downloading the book, please post it here, I will help you. But, I don't think there will be any difficulty to download. I will heartily appreciate your feedback and comments. I will also select your reviews and put it in the book, before it goes for distribution. So, you have entire week to read the book. 

I will update and revise with your reviews next week.

Thank you ! and God bless you all !

Happy holidays !

Love you, always !

Dear all,

-We are the energy in motion, like a stars shining high above the sky, it look same from different sides.

-May God bless you for being part of this soul as friends, enemy or any other names.

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Love you
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I will love you if you will love me.
or, even if you will hate me.

They didn't teach me the word, "hate";
They send me to love someone,
who looks like me, instead.

I am the energy which moves with you.

I am you and you are in me.

We became friends, here or anywhere.
We were friends long time before thee;

The Selection was already made.

They say, "Everything is fair in love and war";

Yes, "Everything is fair in Friendship and Hate";

So, the love can be part of friendship and,

The War can be part of hate;

whatever it be, let it be for the same.

Please do not forget, to love this day.

This day, I am with you;

and, forever, I will be with you, always.


The calendar says, "its a last day of 2009";

So, let me take an opportunity to bless,

you all divines.

Let me stand on the soldier of giant,

and say, "Happy New Year",

For prosperous and peaceful life, ahead.

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God blesses you !

Goodbye 2009, Hello 2010

Goodbye 2009, Hello 2010
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It was the time of Economy Crisis,
Although designated as International year of astronomy,
And International year of natural fibers;
Nothing exceptional happened but chaos that:
End of the world in 2012.
My poor willing heart asks-
Why are we studying ET or Astronomy, when;
There are millions of problems, yet to be solved or resolved;
Yet to be discovered or covered;
Yet to find any solution;
In our poor planet Earth;

On Jan 20, Barack Hussein Obama was inaugurated as 44th president,
After six days, Icelandic government and banking system collapsed.
What a way to start presidency, later October 9, 2009,
They awarded him, Noble Peace Prize!
May be for- Safety and Security of People,
Sending 40 thousand+ troops to Afghanistan,
And playing Hide and Seek with Osama bin Laden.

A natural disaster started:
The deadliest bushfire in Australia killing hundreds of men and women,
Around 6.3 magnitude earthquake strikes near Italy killing hundreds of lives,
Another 7.6 magnitude earthquake strikes killing thousand lives in Indonesia.

But come on people, this is the 21st century, where we follow the principal,
Which says, Who cares?

Until and unless, our rooftops will burn,
We will not care the world which mourns.

During June, came our friend, Mr. Swine Flu;
Was declared as Global pandemic by WHO,
King of Pop, Michael was dead, a sad disaster.
For many who loved him and his music
Dangerous, Thriller album & others

Few flights crashed, still nobody has clear explanations.
Was it a politics, or, passion? Only, God know!
Or, maybe, some claims, God is delusion!

But still the astronomers were exploring more planets,
Called, Extra solar planets, outside the planet Earth;

Sorry, poor Earth, your people do not care much about you.
You see, they are interested more outside you.

Lot of others things happened, but remember our motto-
Who cares? remained.
So, let us welcome 2010, a new change,
Of digit, of calendar, of names, of fames, of subject,
Of study, of poor and rich countries,
Of life and death, of disaster and pain,

Of fights between good vs. evil, of terrorism and extremism,
Of heroism and many ism;

A poor soul somewhere from the planet earth
Opens his window and looks outside,
Speaks to Extra Terrestrial Stars in other planet
And says, Hello 2010;

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3 + 1 IDOTS

“सारि उम्र हम मर मर के जिलिये, एक पल तो हम को जिने दो”

3 young souls, traveled an adventurous journey
Trek through the mountains, trek through tough journey
Oh, I am so sorry, one critic’s soul joined
This very long journey

On dated 25th December, we so called idiots
Took huge steps, jumped into Finnish lake
Home made, old traditional theater
Was shining, our technological innovation

We left everything besides
No more stress, anxiety, ego, hatred
Of any kind
As it has been said, “all is well”

3+1 young soul’s heart
Fully entertained, almost three hour journey of
Life in vision of past, present or future
The art was spectacular, it just went so faster

Before anything could be said or heard
Our three hours of adventures journey came to no end
Life is all about listening to heart, as wise man said
Nobody knows unknown future ahead
But the memories we shared
Might be of smaller instant
But it was a courageous act

One sad heart of idiot soul said,
“We may no longer reverse engineer those moments
But the wishes, hope and good fortune to rest of all souls”

Friendship helps, the place so lonely
And cold frustrating weather
Makes easily souls depressed

As it has been said in the art,
“Education should be for excellence”
All young 3+1 idiots, laughed a lot

“सारि उम्र हम मर मर के जिलिये, एक पल तो हम को जिने दो”

Merry Christmas Friends !

"Dashing thro’ the snow,
In a one-horse open sleigh,
O’er the hills we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob tail ring,
Making spirits bright,
Oh what sport to ride and sing
A sleighing song to night.
Jingle bells, Jingle bells,
Jingle all the way;
Oh! what joy it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh.
Jingle bells, Jingle bells,
Jingle all the way;
Oh! what joy it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh.
A day or two ago,
I thought I’d take a ride,
And soon Miss Fannie Bright
Was seated by my side,
The horse was lean and lank;
Misfortune seemed his lot,
He got into a drifted bank,
And we, we got upsot.
A day or two ago,
The story I must tell
I went out on the snow
And on my back I fell;
A gent was riding by
In a one-horse open sleigh,
He laughed as there I sprawling lie,
But quickly drove away.
Now the ground is white
Go it while you’re young,
Take the girls to night
And sing this sleighing song;
Just get a bob tailed bay
Two forty as his speed.
Hitch him to an open sleigh
And crack, you’ll take the lead."

Opportunity Vs. Losses

Dear all,

I was just thinking past few days that life is all about making choices.

On one hand we have opportunity and on the other hand we have losses. If the losses are more than the opportunity than the human can feel sad, depressed and many more. If the opportunity is more than the losses than human will feel joy, pleased, overwhelmed and many more.

But

What if the human has to decide between opportunity and losses?

Why is then it becomes important that one has to listen to heart instead of mind and make decisions.

The answer is very simple,

Because Heart is never wrong. It takes us in the path of destiny.

So,

I am here now deciding between opportunity and losses, little confused, tired and frustrated.

Should I choose to give up something for something more important?

This literally means, who is right- Mr. Heart or Mr. Mind?

Maybe, Mr. Mind is thinking short term but Mr. Heart always thinks long term. So, the answer is Mr. Heart is always right.

I do not know much about the dreams so I ain’t got any answer to that. It is very obvious that “why” is rather very unimportant question if you are in the path of your dreams.

Let me give you few additional lines to rejoice-

-Life is all about making choices: important vs. very important.

-Dreams are deep visions just like a depth of lover’s love in search for his/her love.

-The question is never asked by Mr. Heart or Ms. Heart, the question is asked only by Mr. Mind or Ms. Mind

-Who is right and who is wrong, let us not decide that in search of dreams, my lord
Love is the sound of music in heart
let us be solid like rock
untouched and unmoved by any extreme difficulties
as the dreamer we are, dream is we

-As Christmas is coming, wish your dreams will be running along the stream of river, life is simply like flowing river and may your opportunities exceed losses in the life full of hope.

God bless you all !

Wake up, wake up

She was sleeping beside me
It was cold winter morning
She woke up stretching her body
She looked into my eyes
And said, “A very good morning”
I smiled back to her
She thought, “Am I looking funny?”
I said, “Beauty is the funniest thing, my love”
She smiled back
I kissed her on her forehead
She showed the respect
Finally she said,” Let me go and make you tea”
I said, “Why are you in hurry?”
“It is Saturday, my honey”
Her shy smile
Made me realize
I was dreaming in day light
An alarm clock sounded,
“Wake up, wake up…..”