Saturday 21 April 2012
In Paradise Kashmir
Marriage was no priority for me.It has been my firm belief that a girl must be educated ,join a profession ,be economically independent and lead an independent life for sometime to know the self as well as life before getting married and I followed what I believed.I knew the need and importance of marriage but I was very clear that I would marry a person of my choice only ,one who shares the same philosophy n marries me for what I am; I was also determined to marry without any dowry. Economic or social status,material possessions,caste ,creed,religion had no importance,what I looked for was love ,peace,understanding ,happiness and harmony in relationship which I generally found missing .
Our dream came true,we found each other , got married in 1972 to set out on a journey which ,we knew ,was going to be very challenging.Whatever little savings I had ,were just adequate to equip our sweet home to start with. .There was no back up,no support and yet we just wanted a break and vanish into the paradise ,away from all the worries n conflicts of life. This break was essential to energise us to face the challenges which were waiting to test our strength. There was enough of adventurous spirit and courage of conviction in both of us.I received some amount of money as shaguns -sending off gifts from my relatives which was enough to fulfill our wish.
So we set out on a journey to Kashmir valley .They say if there is heaven on earth ,it is here,it is here..You had to be there to believe it.I do not know the state of affairs now ,ever since it has turned into a valley of terror but I really feel so happy that we were a part of this paradise for ten days which was truly a heavenly experience .
We stayed at a hotel along the Dal Lake which itself was a great experience as we could enjoy the beauty of the grand view of the nerve- soothing peaceful vast expanse of water n listen to the embalming music of the waves day n night.Srinagar has vast, beautiful lakes and river Jhelum which lend a heavenly charm to this place .The Kashmir Valley is a lacustrine plain surrounded by snow-clad high mountain ranges presenting a charming view all around -a treat to the Eyes.There used to be palatial House boats having all the royal facilities the rich .And there were lovely small beautifully decorated boats called Shikaras in which two loving souls could relax silently and experience the beauty of the river of life if it is allowed to flow its own way uninterrupted by our unnecessary fears ,anxieties and plans. Out of the ten days, we spent four days boating on the wonderful Dal And the Beautiful Nagin lakes hiring the shikaras for full days.The Kashmiri Kahva offered by simple Shikara wallahs would upllift our spirits and their simple tales from the area touch our heart..Shalimar Bagh,Nishat Bagh n Char Chinar represented man's effort to add beauty to the place . The other fascinating tourist spots in the neighbourhood were the beautiful temperate meadows-The Yus merg,the Gulmerg and the Sona merg.Sona merg had a beautiful glacier nearby which was another marvel of nature.
We would board Deluxe buses of the state tourism early in the morning at around 6.00 a m. n come back at around 10.00pm.So the major problem we faced was that of food.Early morning ,while going n after ten p.m.we would not find any food near our hotel.Somehow at that time ,even at the well known tourist places we did not find good eating places but feast that beautiful nature offered to the soul was more than a compensation.An interesting experience we had was at Khilanmerg where we went by ponies from Gulmerg.This place is at a ht. of 14000ft. and there we found a small dhaba run by a Sardarji who was making the famous punjabi aloo-Parantha whas being offered with curd n butter .We still remember the taste of that heavenly food .Pahalgam was the only place which was developed and had good eating places.Achhabal n ,Kukarnaag,were other lovely spots which still fresh on the screen.The Saffron fields at Sopore in all their beauty n historical remains of Avantipur still haunt us.
Where is paradise -within us or outside?
Friday 13 April 2012
The Unforgettable and Invaluable Help-Ram Naresh
we had nerve-shattering experiences with lot many inexperienced maids,creches,families and places till our first born reached three n a half years when he started going to the nursary school .Though the problem still persisted,there came another challenge,I was sponsored by my department to teachers' training programme in which I had to spend two summer vacations at the Regional college Ajmer.In the first summer vacation of two months my eldest brother n bhabhi offered to keep the child with them at Ludhiana.I can not repay their debt for this beautiful gesture as the child was so lovingly kept that their love reflected through my child's health and happiness when he came back.
In the next summer vacation, my child was not ready to go anywhere,just wanted to be at home .This was when my elder sister thought of sending this boy to me who was to be a part of our life for the next seven years and gave us unforgettable and invaluable help.
He was Ram Naresh - a 16 year old boy who had been studying at his native place in class ninth when Jai Prakash Narayan ji started his movement which took the nation by storm,Bihar was at the forefront.According to him some boys of his school killed a policeman because of the unjust atrocities on some students due to which their school became the centre of police wrath.As told by him one day as the classes were in progress ,police gheraoed their school n someone rang the long bell asking all of them to leave the school as well as the village if they wanted to save themselves from the police torture.These were the circumstances in which he was made to board a train for Delhi n from there landed in Faridabad where his maternal grand-mother lived. She brought him to my sister to seek employment.Since my sister had two small daughters ,she did not deem it fit to employ him so she sent him to me for which I remain indebted to her.
His arrival changed our life .I have not seen a more devoted,sincere,honest, affectionate and cultured person as a help.We had decided not to have another child though I did not want my child to be all alone in this big world.I had many siblings n I loved them all.It was because of his affectionate n dedicated attitude that we could think of having second child and it was a joy for all of us .He took care of both- the little one n the elder one more lovingly than any nearest relation could do.It was his passion to pass matric exam .and get into Govt. job,otherwise he said he would also land in a coal-mine which he hated.We arranged tuitions for him-,Maths,Eng, n Panjabi were his major hurdles but like king Bruce we all believed in trying again n again without giving up,it took years but finally he did pass.And as promised we got him employed in Govt,Service in Punjab as a helper initially.But he is a clerk now,well settled ,married and has his own house .
He is well settled and we have that satisfaction but we cannot repay for the invaluable service he provided at the most difficult period of our life-that is certainly Unforgettable.May God bless him with the best in life.
Thursday 12 April 2012
There is goodness around even today
All of us are,these days, confronted with the challenge of living in a big bad world having apathetic ,indifferent n cold people around but scene is not so depressing as it seems,goodness abounds in some measure around even today n it is that which sustains life.
Chandigarh-Panchkula -Mohali tricity has a large number of senior citizens living alone ,crime scene is dangerously scary-incidents of theft,loot,murder are common.In most of the cases whole-time or part-time servants working for them are involved but there is no way out as they can not manage their affairs without the help.
In keeping with the demand many good medical stores,General Stores n testing labs have been providing service at ur door step n giving senior citizens' discounts which is of great help in this township .We have been depending on these services for a long time without which it would be impossible to survive.We simply have to make a phone call for any of these services n we get what we want at our door step.
We may say that they have commercial interests but it does matter when some one gives thought to the problems senior citizens are facing and tries to help them thru such humane considerations where the State has no role to help them n ur own children are away.
The personal human touch by some individuals leaves you simply speechless,we have some wonderful experiences to share which redeem ur faith in humanity.My husband had been looking for good magazines at various shopping centres but could not find any help as everyone said that there was no demand so they do not keep .Finally one owner of a big stationary shop asked the names of the magazines he wanted n agreed to provide at our house.This very smart,sophisticated young boy of our son's age would come in a big brand car n supply us the magazines,would not bother about the money saying he would have next time which he did have . I always wondered what could be his commercial interest coming in such a big car for two magazines n always felt that he was just helping us n I was right.One day when he brought a magazine late by a few days ,my husband asked him the reason,it was then that he shared that he had no business interest in it n that he was just helping us seeing our desire n our age-Oh I felt like showering all my love on the lovely son.He has been regularly coming to provide food for the mind as well as soul.
During my husband's confinement for ten months due to an accident, many such episodes touched us.Most of the goodness flowed from the friends who have always stood by us but some individuals from the neighbourhood floored us by their gestures.One such incident is unforgettable .There came a time that I had no vegetables, no provisions,eatables for snacks etc in the house as our driver could not come for a few days ,no shopkeeper was taking a call n there was no mode of conveyance available nearby to go to the market.Feeling helpless one evening I decided to walk down ,as I had covered some distance , a young boy from the neighbourhood stopped his car n requested me to get in .I thanked him n told him that i was going to the nearby store n would walk down the distance.He insisted me to sit in the car n that he would drop me at the store .When I sat in the car, he enquired about my husband's well being ,apologised for not being of any help because of his transfer to Ambala .Then he asked me if I wanted any vegetables.He was a God sent son,I shared my problems with him n told that I wanted all the vegetables available along with onions n potatoes as I had none .Within two hours he brought everything I needed n would not accept the money he spent saying that he was just like our son n that it was his duty .I did make the payment saying that his help was priceless n I had no words to thank him but I would not accept anything if he did not accept its payment.Can i pay him for his goodness-never it is invaluable.
Let us have faith in Him ,He is always around to stand by us in one or other form whenever we need Him.
Chandigarh-Panchkula -Mohali tricity has a large number of senior citizens living alone ,crime scene is dangerously scary-incidents of theft,loot,murder are common.In most of the cases whole-time or part-time servants working for them are involved but there is no way out as they can not manage their affairs without the help.
In keeping with the demand many good medical stores,General Stores n testing labs have been providing service at ur door step n giving senior citizens' discounts which is of great help in this township .We have been depending on these services for a long time without which it would be impossible to survive.We simply have to make a phone call for any of these services n we get what we want at our door step.
We may say that they have commercial interests but it does matter when some one gives thought to the problems senior citizens are facing and tries to help them thru such humane considerations where the State has no role to help them n ur own children are away.
The personal human touch by some individuals leaves you simply speechless,we have some wonderful experiences to share which redeem ur faith in humanity.My husband had been looking for good magazines at various shopping centres but could not find any help as everyone said that there was no demand so they do not keep .Finally one owner of a big stationary shop asked the names of the magazines he wanted n agreed to provide at our house.This very smart,sophisticated young boy of our son's age would come in a big brand car n supply us the magazines,would not bother about the money saying he would have next time which he did have . I always wondered what could be his commercial interest coming in such a big car for two magazines n always felt that he was just helping us n I was right.One day when he brought a magazine late by a few days ,my husband asked him the reason,it was then that he shared that he had no business interest in it n that he was just helping us seeing our desire n our age-Oh I felt like showering all my love on the lovely son.He has been regularly coming to provide food for the mind as well as soul.
During my husband's confinement for ten months due to an accident, many such episodes touched us.Most of the goodness flowed from the friends who have always stood by us but some individuals from the neighbourhood floored us by their gestures.One such incident is unforgettable .There came a time that I had no vegetables, no provisions,eatables for snacks etc in the house as our driver could not come for a few days ,no shopkeeper was taking a call n there was no mode of conveyance available nearby to go to the market.Feeling helpless one evening I decided to walk down ,as I had covered some distance , a young boy from the neighbourhood stopped his car n requested me to get in .I thanked him n told him that i was going to the nearby store n would walk down the distance.He insisted me to sit in the car n that he would drop me at the store .When I sat in the car, he enquired about my husband's well being ,apologised for not being of any help because of his transfer to Ambala .Then he asked me if I wanted any vegetables.He was a God sent son,I shared my problems with him n told that I wanted all the vegetables available along with onions n potatoes as I had none .Within two hours he brought everything I needed n would not accept the money he spent saying that he was just like our son n that it was his duty .I did make the payment saying that his help was priceless n I had no words to thank him but I would not accept anything if he did not accept its payment.Can i pay him for his goodness-never it is invaluable.
Let us have faith in Him ,He is always around to stand by us in one or other form whenever we need Him.
Wednesday 11 April 2012
Lonely hearts
Last evening we went for a walk after about a month on our favourite route in the neighbouring sector mainly inhabited by defence officers.We love the area because all the houses have beautifully maintained lawns,lovely plantation,well laid flower beds with choicest varieties of flowers,fascinating creepers both inside as well as outside the houses,even the roadsides plantation is well taken care of n the layout n upkeep of parks has no parallel.The entire area rejuvenates ur spirits n refreshes ur mind.
In one of the corner bunglows, we have always found , as we passed by ,old melodies from hindi films,gazals or semi-classical music -all of our choice playing softly so we always loved n admired the collection of people occupying the house .
Yesterday for the first time we found an old smart Sardar ji tending plants in the lawn n very soulful music playing inside .My husband could not resist the temptation of talking to the gentleman to convey our appreciation of his wonderful collection.He was so overwhelmed that he invited us inside the house to know about us n note down our address n tel no. so that we could meet n enjoy the music from his collection.Once we were inside he got so thrilled that he made all possible efforts to make us feel comfortable. He offered a drink to my husband n was at a loss to understand what to offer to me. He told us that he was a retd. Col.from the Indian Army,84 years of age ,lost his wife of 64 years of togetherness two years back living alone in that big bunglow.Then he went on n on telling us how his wife died of cardiac arrest two years back in his arms leaving his life topsy- turvy ,how he went into depression n was,now ,trying to come to terms with loneliness.His two grown-up children- a 58 years old daughter married to an air force officer n 54 years old son from merchant navy settled in Australia wanted him to live with them but he chose to live in his own house.His activities include yoga,meditation,driving to the Chandigarh golf course where he runs for three kms.
All the while he was trying to find some snacks, some eatables to offer to us; n kept telling us that his house used to be so well managed by his wife ,full of soft drinks,eatable n always ready to offer best hospitality to the guests but now he does not know how to manage .He told us that many a times he sleeps on the ground where she left him last n that at times he feels that she may come from some corner n get cross with him for living a disorganised life.
He was very happy to know about our native towns as he belonged to my husband's native distt, n his son-in-law n daughter-in-law belonged to my native town n shared with many stories from those towns..All this while he kept on trying to find our favourite songs to play but his excitement to converse with us overpowered n he could not play any song for us.During this time even if we wispered to leave he would just get nervous n said no ,not yet.It was only after two n a half hours that we took leave promising to visit him again .It was a mood changer for us.He thanked us for being with him,he said "Do u know how i feel today,u have made me feel that I am alive "-a lonely heart waiting for love. we were deeply touched,felt happy to be with him n came back with the promise to meet. We will certainly meet him again- a perfect gentle n noble soul living with dignity n grace.
In one of the corner bunglows, we have always found , as we passed by ,old melodies from hindi films,gazals or semi-classical music -all of our choice playing softly so we always loved n admired the collection of people occupying the house .
Yesterday for the first time we found an old smart Sardar ji tending plants in the lawn n very soulful music playing inside .My husband could not resist the temptation of talking to the gentleman to convey our appreciation of his wonderful collection.He was so overwhelmed that he invited us inside the house to know about us n note down our address n tel no. so that we could meet n enjoy the music from his collection.Once we were inside he got so thrilled that he made all possible efforts to make us feel comfortable. He offered a drink to my husband n was at a loss to understand what to offer to me. He told us that he was a retd. Col.from the Indian Army,84 years of age ,lost his wife of 64 years of togetherness two years back living alone in that big bunglow.Then he went on n on telling us how his wife died of cardiac arrest two years back in his arms leaving his life topsy- turvy ,how he went into depression n was,now ,trying to come to terms with loneliness.His two grown-up children- a 58 years old daughter married to an air force officer n 54 years old son from merchant navy settled in Australia wanted him to live with them but he chose to live in his own house.His activities include yoga,meditation,driving to the Chandigarh golf course where he runs for three kms.
All the while he was trying to find some snacks, some eatables to offer to us; n kept telling us that his house used to be so well managed by his wife ,full of soft drinks,eatable n always ready to offer best hospitality to the guests but now he does not know how to manage .He told us that many a times he sleeps on the ground where she left him last n that at times he feels that she may come from some corner n get cross with him for living a disorganised life.
He was very happy to know about our native towns as he belonged to my husband's native distt, n his son-in-law n daughter-in-law belonged to my native town n shared with many stories from those towns..All this while he kept on trying to find our favourite songs to play but his excitement to converse with us overpowered n he could not play any song for us.During this time even if we wispered to leave he would just get nervous n said no ,not yet.It was only after two n a half hours that we took leave promising to visit him again .It was a mood changer for us.He thanked us for being with him,he said "Do u know how i feel today,u have made me feel that I am alive "-a lonely heart waiting for love. we were deeply touched,felt happy to be with him n came back with the promise to meet. We will certainly meet him again- a perfect gentle n noble soul living with dignity n grace.
Monday 5 March 2012
Quest
I am a Traveller,
And so are you;
On a Quest to
Know the secret
of our being
And the solution to
the pain of existence;
The journey is long,arduous and uncertain,
Paths are many,destination is one,
Beyond the long dark night,
There will be 'Bright Light',
And where the pain culminates ,
There is 'Bliss' ultimate,
The destination is 'Salvation'-
To be one with the 'Source'-
Absolute Truth,Consciousness and Bliss-
and there after-Absolute Silence;
Wait,that is possible only with His Grace,
Those blessed ,become 'Buddha''-the Enlightened,
And for the rest ,continues the 'Quest';
As more learning awaits ,
And so are you;
On a Quest to
Know the secret
of our being
And the solution to
the pain of existence;
The journey is long,arduous and uncertain,
Paths are many,destination is one,
Beyond the long dark night,
There will be 'Bright Light',
And where the pain culminates ,
There is 'Bliss' ultimate,
The destination is 'Salvation'-
To be one with the 'Source'-
Absolute Truth,Consciousness and Bliss-
and there after-Absolute Silence;
Wait,that is possible only with His Grace,
Those blessed ,become 'Buddha''-the Enlightened,
And for the rest ,continues the 'Quest';
As more learning awaits ,
The 'Quest' is worth pursuing
And destination worth the wait,
we have to be patient and never in haste.
we have to be patient and never in haste.
-@ Sudesh Prakash
Sunday 4 March 2012
Monday 27 February 2012
My Prayer Today
Thank u God for all your blessings,
Blessed am I- to be a particle of Your Divine light,
A droplet in Your Vast Ocean of Love,
A part of Your Divine treasure of bliss,
To be born in a family where every member is
A unique powerhouse of understanding n creativity,
To have a life partner so loving ,supportive n inspiring
A beautiful home which has the Divine presence
n peace of a temple;
Children who are more beautiful,loving,
and fragrant than any other flower in the world;
And friends who are the most beautiful human beings-
loving,understanding and a constant source
of happiness n inspiration;
What more does one want in one's journey
backward towards one's real home?
There have been a few persons in my life too
who did not seem as kind as others n
did not accept my love ,
but now I know I must have sought
to be a forgiving individual and You
provided me that opportunity,
I am grateful to You for this kindness;
I seek from You ,oh Lord , forgive me
If I have ever hurt anyone through thought ,word or deed.
Today my prayer to You is-Please
make me an instrument of.
Blessed am I- to be a particle of Your Divine light,
A droplet in Your Vast Ocean of Love,
A part of Your Divine treasure of bliss,
To be born in a family where every member is
A unique powerhouse of understanding n creativity,
To have a life partner so loving ,supportive n inspiring
A beautiful home which has the Divine presence
n peace of a temple;
Children who are more beautiful,loving,
and fragrant than any other flower in the world;
And friends who are the most beautiful human beings-
loving,understanding and a constant source
of happiness n inspiration;
What more does one want in one's journey
backward towards one's real home?
There have been a few persons in my life too
who did not seem as kind as others n
did not accept my love ,
but now I know I must have sought
to be a forgiving individual and You
provided me that opportunity,
I am grateful to You for this kindness;
I seek from You ,oh Lord , forgive me
If I have ever hurt anyone through thought ,word or deed.
Today my prayer to You is-Please
make me an instrument of.
Your light,bliss,love,peace and goodness
To flow through me.
-@ Sudesh Prakash
Saturday 25 February 2012
Inspiring people
In our life we come across a vast variety of human beings , each individual being unique connects,impacts or contributes differently in our life.Those who inspire us leave a distinct mark and stand out on the vast canvas of life.
When we saw the movie Anand, it touched us,made us cry but somewhere it made us reflect and inspire
also to fight the battle against disease and death strongly,courageously ,coolly n as happily as possible which is normally not seen .Generally the patient becomes so depressing that it is difficult to face him and whole atmosphere around him gets awfully pathetic and oppressive.It is difficult to believe that persons like Anand exist in real life too.
Last evening we went to visit my friend's place to see her elder brother Deepak Tandan who came back home after remaining in the hospital -I.C.U.,C.C.U for more than one and a half months with multiple problems and there was no hope of his survival.He has been an asthmatic for a very long time and has been on steroids.He lost his wife long back and does not have any issue.Despite being lonely at heart he has been full of zest for life. What sustained him through has been his love for urdu poetry .He has a vast treasure of collection of rare gazals written in his beautiful handwriting,has been a regular visitor to Urdu academy Panchkula .very keen participant in Urdu Mushairas and academic discussions ; has been writing on various urdu poets and poetry in the newspapers also.
He suffered a very serious asthmatic attack in December and was taken to the hospital where he was taken to I.C.U.Since he was not responding to treatment ,all medical tests had to be conducted including C.T.Scan.He was diagnosed to be having very low heart efficiency hence nothing could be done despite serious blockages.His lungs were very weak ,had serious infection in the lungs and he ,also, had prostrate cancer in a very aggressive stage.His condition was precarious and life endangered.After one and a half month he had been relieved from the hospital but had to be taken to the hospital for chemeotherapy every Monday.After four weeks his legs have developed serious odema,he was finding it difficult to walk,he had serious tremors in his hands and was finding it difficult to hold anything .
Despite all these problems and so much suffering he was as lively and cheerful as he had always been .He gave a spirited account of his hospital experiences full of wit and humour ;and adding very apt couplets and urdu shers on life and death.There was not an iota of depression in his tone and expression. The only regret he had was that he could not read nor write as was not able to hold a book or a pen.We felt like saluting his spirit, we had seen Anand in real life.We were sad when we went to see him but came back full of renewed energy It is so rare to meet such inspiring beings who love every moment that life offers whatever way it is.
When we saw the movie Anand, it touched us,made us cry but somewhere it made us reflect and inspire
also to fight the battle against disease and death strongly,courageously ,coolly n as happily as possible which is normally not seen .Generally the patient becomes so depressing that it is difficult to face him and whole atmosphere around him gets awfully pathetic and oppressive.It is difficult to believe that persons like Anand exist in real life too.
Last evening we went to visit my friend's place to see her elder brother Deepak Tandan who came back home after remaining in the hospital -I.C.U.,C.C.U for more than one and a half months with multiple problems and there was no hope of his survival.He has been an asthmatic for a very long time and has been on steroids.He lost his wife long back and does not have any issue.Despite being lonely at heart he has been full of zest for life. What sustained him through has been his love for urdu poetry .He has a vast treasure of collection of rare gazals written in his beautiful handwriting,has been a regular visitor to Urdu academy Panchkula .very keen participant in Urdu Mushairas and academic discussions ; has been writing on various urdu poets and poetry in the newspapers also.
He suffered a very serious asthmatic attack in December and was taken to the hospital where he was taken to I.C.U.Since he was not responding to treatment ,all medical tests had to be conducted including C.T.Scan.He was diagnosed to be having very low heart efficiency hence nothing could be done despite serious blockages.His lungs were very weak ,had serious infection in the lungs and he ,also, had prostrate cancer in a very aggressive stage.His condition was precarious and life endangered.After one and a half month he had been relieved from the hospital but had to be taken to the hospital for chemeotherapy every Monday.After four weeks his legs have developed serious odema,he was finding it difficult to walk,he had serious tremors in his hands and was finding it difficult to hold anything .
Despite all these problems and so much suffering he was as lively and cheerful as he had always been .He gave a spirited account of his hospital experiences full of wit and humour ;and adding very apt couplets and urdu shers on life and death.There was not an iota of depression in his tone and expression. The only regret he had was that he could not read nor write as was not able to hold a book or a pen.We felt like saluting his spirit, we had seen Anand in real life.We were sad when we went to see him but came back full of renewed energy It is so rare to meet such inspiring beings who love every moment that life offers whatever way it is.
Monday 13 February 2012
Reflections
As I reflect,I believe that
Our love has been like a river,
Flowing silently,moving forward;
Making its way through hard rocks,
And stumbling blocks,
Without any demands or expectations;
Enabling us to meet all the challenges,
Battle situations and wade through
Rough waters with dignity;
As we sit in the cozy corner
Of our sweet home-relaxed and fulfilled,
Facing the challenge of old age,
with faculties slowing down and
Energies waning;I am sure
That the river of our love
Shall continue to sustain and nourish us
With its sublime serenity
till the river of life
Flows into the
Ocean of eternity.
Sudesh Prakash(C)
On our 40th wedding anniversary -Sep.2011
Our love has been like a river,
Flowing silently,moving forward;
Making its way through hard rocks,
And stumbling blocks,
Without any demands or expectations;Enabling us to meet all the challenges,
Battle situations and wade through
Rough waters with dignity;
As we sit in the cozy corner
Of our sweet home-relaxed and fulfilled,
Facing the challenge of old age,
with faculties slowing down and
Energies waning;I am sure
That the river of our love
Shall continue to sustain and nourish us
With its sublime serenity
till the river of life
Flows into the
Ocean of eternity.
Sudesh Prakash(C)
On our 40th wedding anniversary -Sep.2011
Sunday 12 February 2012
Friday 10 February 2012
Call of a female foetus
That I am a girl,
You are going for foeticide?
Do not do it mom,
Do not do it Dad,
Do not do it Doctor;
When you kill me
You kill the human being in you,
You kill the Creater
Who manifests himself through us;
When the life-givers turn into the killers
humanity gets a set back,
Demonic forces come to the fore,
Giving rise to violence,hatred,
Crime and disharmony;And today
That is what you see around;
God made man and woman
for each other,
Gifting both with powers
that are complementary
In such a balanced way that
Together we have created
Such a wonderful civilization ,
For which even God must be proud of;
Since the time we were created
Did we not battle all the situations
marching ahead together hand in hand
In perfect love and understanding?
Did I ever remain behind ,indifferent or
apathetic in any of the struggles of life?
We have always been a source of
love,inspiration and strength
To each other ;
We both know that love ,peace
And understanding are essential to
Sustain and nourish life ;
So where have the things gone wrong?
I am not worried about me,
I will come back in some other form,
But you will live with guilt,
Always a sinner,never at peace;
Do You understand
Mom,Dad , Doc.and all of you
Indulging in this crime;
The disharmony being created
Will perish the society;
We must learn to live together
In harmony
With love and understanding;
Or we perish together like fools.
-Sudesh Prakash (C)
Railbandhu-a fulfilling experience
We all find trains very fascinating and enjoy the journey as it is far more comfortable than all modes of transport.I have always loved travelling by trains.It makes you reflective,seems like life's journey.Only if we could learn how to transcend the pleasure of meeting and pain of parting how easy life would be!Only if we just become witness to all the passing events n activities of life as we do during the journey how comfortable life would be without any complexities n complication which result from our participation!
I love travelling by Shatabadi Express between Chandigarh and New Delhi which takes just three hours fifteen minutes during which half the time you are busy with snacks,tea,coffee/meals etc. which are served.
Last evening my journey started as usual.As I was alone I started reading the newspaper to keep myself busy and spent about half an hour reading useless news and articles of no substance which is common these days and leaves us with an insipid taste.
In my quest to find something else to read I laid my hands on a magazine captioned ' Railbandhu' which had been lying at the back of the seat in front of me.It was Jan2012 issue,published by Indian Railways .While scanning the pages I was surprised to find it as one of the most interesting magazines I had ever read and it did not allow me to lay my eyes off it till the end of my journey.It contained a wide variety of very interesting ,informative,refreshing,beautifully and aesthetically presented articles with lovely photographs.
Two articles on Indian Railways related to two very prestigious trains- one The Punjab Mail and the other The Dibrugarh-Kanyakumari.The Punjab Mail completes 100 years in 2012,it used to connect Bombay with Peshawer before partition - a distance of about 2500 kms and after partition connects Mumbai with Ferozpur in Punjab( about 1800 kms.).It started with steam Engine in 1912 but now runs on an electric engine . Railways' Tableau represented this train with the three different engines-steam,diesal.and electric on the Republic Day this year.
The train connecting Dibrugarh with Kanya kumari is the longest more than3000kms and passes through a vast variety of relief features,cropping patterns and cultures.
Articles on hill resorts of western ghats,temple of south India,Beaches of south India,Indian Tiger,Skiing spots around Manali and cultural fairs and fests of India were equally enjoyable.
Many readers in the letter to the editor column had requested Indian Railways to make this magazine available on book shops and online also so that all the interested people can enjoy this treat.At present it is available only on Shatabadi Express and Rajdhani Express trains to be read by the passengers during the journey .I did not see anyone reading it in our compartment.
It was indeed a very fulfilling experience which uplifted my spirits.I wish it is made available to public.
I love travelling by Shatabadi Express between Chandigarh and New Delhi which takes just three hours fifteen minutes during which half the time you are busy with snacks,tea,coffee/meals etc. which are served.
Last evening my journey started as usual.As I was alone I started reading the newspaper to keep myself busy and spent about half an hour reading useless news and articles of no substance which is common these days and leaves us with an insipid taste.
In my quest to find something else to read I laid my hands on a magazine captioned ' Railbandhu' which had been lying at the back of the seat in front of me.It was Jan2012 issue,published by Indian Railways .While scanning the pages I was surprised to find it as one of the most interesting magazines I had ever read and it did not allow me to lay my eyes off it till the end of my journey.It contained a wide variety of very interesting ,informative,refreshing,beautifully and aesthetically presented articles with lovely photographs.
Two articles on Indian Railways related to two very prestigious trains- one The Punjab Mail and the other The Dibrugarh-Kanyakumari.The Punjab Mail completes 100 years in 2012,it used to connect Bombay with Peshawer before partition - a distance of about 2500 kms and after partition connects Mumbai with Ferozpur in Punjab( about 1800 kms.).It started with steam Engine in 1912 but now runs on an electric engine . Railways' Tableau represented this train with the three different engines-steam,diesal.and electric on the Republic Day this year.
The train connecting Dibrugarh with Kanya kumari is the longest more than3000kms and passes through a vast variety of relief features,cropping patterns and cultures.
Articles on hill resorts of western ghats,temple of south India,Beaches of south India,Indian Tiger,Skiing spots around Manali and cultural fairs and fests of India were equally enjoyable.
Many readers in the letter to the editor column had requested Indian Railways to make this magazine available on book shops and online also so that all the interested people can enjoy this treat.At present it is available only on Shatabadi Express and Rajdhani Express trains to be read by the passengers during the journey .I did not see anyone reading it in our compartment.
It was indeed a very fulfilling experience which uplifted my spirits.I wish it is made available to public.
Monday 30 January 2012
Power of greatness
Great people have the magnetic power to drive u towards them. Since my childhood I had great fascination for Gandhi ji.As I was born in the year 1945, my childhood was full of stories related to struggle for independence,Gandhi ji 's role,brutalities of the British,supreme sacrifice of the martyrs; pain n suffering of common people during the struggle,the partition n its aftermath.Movies of that time portrayed similar themes n dreams about national reconstruction .we were greatly influenced by movies like Jagriti,AnandMath,Boot polish,,Jagte Raho,Shaheed etc.Songs of these movies'De di hamen azaadi bina khadak bina dhal' ' Vande Matram',Nanhe munne bacche teri muthee mein kaya hai left indelible marks on our tender minds.I ,personally feel children must be exposed to such inspiring characters n real life heroes.I was in class 6th when we were taken to Amritsar on tour by our school; and the memory of our visit to Jallianwalla bagh with the story of blood bath it experienced at the hands of the British,the bullet marks,the well of death in which hundreds of women jumped to save their honour could never be deleted from my mind.When a simple visit to the place could made our blood boil,we could visualise how it must have impacted n strengthened the freedom movement.Your heads automatically bow in reverence to pay tributes to the martyrs who made supreme sacrifice to get us freedom.
Since my childhood ,I wished to visit Sabarmati Ashram which had been the centre of Gandhi ji's activites n where all the leaders used to meet n all important decisions with regard to freedom movement used to be taken.My dream came true when my son was posted to Ahmedabad in 2002 and we visited him.Our visit to Sabarmati Ashram remains with me as one of the most cherished moments of my life.It was like a pilgrimage. We visited each n every room ,read each n every display of events related to his life n his role in freedom struggle.We could feel his presence ,his power in each n every corner of that sacred placeThe most cherished moment of the visit was when I had the honour of sitting at his feet at his lifelike statue in the Ashram to pay my respects n also feel the power of truth-his strength.
If the nation forgets his contribution,his ideology,his philosophy,it does not lessen the power of the great man.It simply shows our inability to face the truth n appreciate its power.All those who tend to belittle his role will be forgotton but his name will always remain on the world scene written in golden letters because Truth does not need patronage from anyone.
Since my childhood ,I wished to visit Sabarmati Ashram which had been the centre of Gandhi ji's activites n where all the leaders used to meet n all important decisions with regard to freedom movement used to be taken.My dream came true when my son was posted to Ahmedabad in 2002 and we visited him.Our visit to Sabarmati Ashram remains with me as one of the most cherished moments of my life.It was like a pilgrimage. We visited each n every room ,read each n every display of events related to his life n his role in freedom struggle.We could feel his presence ,his power in each n every corner of that sacred placeThe most cherished moment of the visit was when I had the honour of sitting at his feet at his lifelike statue in the Ashram to pay my respects n also feel the power of truth-his strength.
If the nation forgets his contribution,his ideology,his philosophy,it does not lessen the power of the great man.It simply shows our inability to face the truth n appreciate its power.All those who tend to belittle his role will be forgotton but his name will always remain on the world scene written in golden letters because Truth does not need patronage from anyone.
Sunday 22 January 2012
Women Empowerment---3
All of us want harmony in life at home as well as at place of work .An atmosphere of peace,happiness,love n understanding is of utmost important for the smooth functioning of any institution n flowering of life n its potentialities.
Family n marriage are two most powerful institutions which have served as the backbone of Indian society and stood the test of times.All through the ages it has been the spiritual and ethical values of women in the family as mother,sister and wife which have nurtured and nourished these institutions and have been a source of strength and inspiration to menfolk. It is this inner strength, which has sustained women through unjust and discriminatory conditions that cropped in the society with time, that has saved the institutions to fall apart.But this has certainly created disharmony within these institutions as well as in the society .The maladies afflicting the system have to weeded out.Women empowered with spiritual n ethical values combined with education and economic independence can certainly play far more constructive role n bring back harmony in society.Both, men n women,have to understand the need of the times and find solutions through mutual interaction and agreement on all issues.
The main cause of trouble these days is the misconception of the educated employed women that they are not supposed to look after home n children;on the other hand men take it for granted that it is the duty of women.The conflict is bound to affect the loving relationship n cause friction.The solutions have to be found amicably as looking after home n children is very demanding and calls for sacrifice,unconditional love, willing diligence n selfless support by both.Both need to understand that their roles are going to be more challenging and should be prepared to face the same happily as it is this sharing which is going to strength the bonds of love.
Marriage is a very sacred relationship ,u have to transcend all physical n material considerations and be spiritually connected to respect each others' individuality for a life long relationship.
Family n marriage are two most powerful institutions which have served as the backbone of Indian society and stood the test of times.All through the ages it has been the spiritual and ethical values of women in the family as mother,sister and wife which have nurtured and nourished these institutions and have been a source of strength and inspiration to menfolk. It is this inner strength, which has sustained women through unjust and discriminatory conditions that cropped in the society with time, that has saved the institutions to fall apart.But this has certainly created disharmony within these institutions as well as in the society .The maladies afflicting the system have to weeded out.Women empowered with spiritual n ethical values combined with education and economic independence can certainly play far more constructive role n bring back harmony in society.Both, men n women,have to understand the need of the times and find solutions through mutual interaction and agreement on all issues.
The main cause of trouble these days is the misconception of the educated employed women that they are not supposed to look after home n children;on the other hand men take it for granted that it is the duty of women.The conflict is bound to affect the loving relationship n cause friction.The solutions have to be found amicably as looking after home n children is very demanding and calls for sacrifice,unconditional love, willing diligence n selfless support by both.Both need to understand that their roles are going to be more challenging and should be prepared to face the same happily as it is this sharing which is going to strength the bonds of love.
Marriage is a very sacred relationship ,u have to transcend all physical n material considerations and be spiritually connected to respect each others' individuality for a life long relationship.
Friday 20 January 2012
Women Empowerment-2
My four years stay from1950 to 1954 at the small town referred to in my previous write up n my observations regarding the discrimination against women n many other facets of life left an indelible impression on my tender mind but that also strengthened my belief that life could not be accepted as it is;n that if u want change u have to be the change,u have to empower urself to fight ur battles. The oppressor will never help u because they r the beneficiary .But once u decide n empower urself not to accept anything unacceptable in ur life all unknown forces join to come to your help to give u courage of conviction to fight battles.
Even in those days things were different in cities.In villages, presumably they must be worse.The gulf between rural n urban areas has been widening since independence as all the development in various services has taken place in cities only.State of educational facilities in rural areas is still pathetic.
After coming to the city I was admitted to Govt.Basic School in class 5th, n I must say that facilities available there were comparable to the best of modern schools.It was headed by a very graceful ,enlightened n powerful christian lady who had single status.Thereafter I shifted to the Govt.Hr Sec.School for girls where I completed my education upto class 11th.This was, again, one of the best schools of Punjab having all the facilities.This school was headed by an equally able n graceful lady who was staying away from her husband along with her girl child independently, perhaps due to incompatability.Both the ladies-one single n the other independent ,were giving wonderful n inspiring leadership in administration n management .They were highly respected n admired which showed that a silent revolution was on the way otherwise in Indian society a lady -single or without the husband in service, was unacceptable in those days.We had highly qualified n very smart lady staff in both the schools -the reason being all rich people would send their daughters to boarding schools in convents because that raised their chances of getting husbands of high status in army,bureaucracy or otherwise from rich families.They would generally serve till their marriage n their career would come to stop therafter because the girls had no choice of their own .Their marriage was to be fixed with the boys of their fathers' choice n thereafter they were to obey the dictates of their husbands.
However exposure to education has led to a sea change in the empowerment of women in cities in the last six decades because of change in the parents' attitude. Slowly n gradually level of awareness has increased; n girls in the process of proving their mettle are outshining boys in all competitive exams.There is no area in which women lag behind men in their contribution. This has given rise to new problems due to ego-clashes which will find solution with time. Undeniably women, today,do enjoy a sense of prestige n independence but they still have to go a long way ,for the shadow of male chauvinism still lingers . In fact both boys n girls need to understand that they have to work in harmony at work place as well as at home which is happening slowly n gradually.
It is really sad that even in a prosperous state like Punjab , despite spread of education n increasing number of women taking up employment , constantly decreasing sex ratio is a matter of concern. strata. Female foeticide is prevalent- women r being forced by the husbands or their families as a girl still continues to be considered a burden and a boy an asset.
The scene in the rural areas as well as for economically weaker sections ,which constitutes a very large segment of population, is still extremely dismal,The only solution to bring light in their life is through education Poor illiterate women are contributing meaningfully to the economic sustenance of the family but are still subjugated n continue to be victims of domestic violence.
Even in those days things were different in cities.In villages, presumably they must be worse.The gulf between rural n urban areas has been widening since independence as all the development in various services has taken place in cities only.State of educational facilities in rural areas is still pathetic.
After coming to the city I was admitted to Govt.Basic School in class 5th, n I must say that facilities available there were comparable to the best of modern schools.It was headed by a very graceful ,enlightened n powerful christian lady who had single status.Thereafter I shifted to the Govt.Hr Sec.School for girls where I completed my education upto class 11th.This was, again, one of the best schools of Punjab having all the facilities.This school was headed by an equally able n graceful lady who was staying away from her husband along with her girl child independently, perhaps due to incompatability.Both the ladies-one single n the other independent ,were giving wonderful n inspiring leadership in administration n management .They were highly respected n admired which showed that a silent revolution was on the way otherwise in Indian society a lady -single or without the husband in service, was unacceptable in those days.We had highly qualified n very smart lady staff in both the schools -the reason being all rich people would send their daughters to boarding schools in convents because that raised their chances of getting husbands of high status in army,bureaucracy or otherwise from rich families.They would generally serve till their marriage n their career would come to stop therafter because the girls had no choice of their own .Their marriage was to be fixed with the boys of their fathers' choice n thereafter they were to obey the dictates of their husbands.
However exposure to education has led to a sea change in the empowerment of women in cities in the last six decades because of change in the parents' attitude. Slowly n gradually level of awareness has increased; n girls in the process of proving their mettle are outshining boys in all competitive exams.There is no area in which women lag behind men in their contribution. This has given rise to new problems due to ego-clashes which will find solution with time. Undeniably women, today,do enjoy a sense of prestige n independence but they still have to go a long way ,for the shadow of male chauvinism still lingers . In fact both boys n girls need to understand that they have to work in harmony at work place as well as at home which is happening slowly n gradually.
It is really sad that even in a prosperous state like Punjab , despite spread of education n increasing number of women taking up employment , constantly decreasing sex ratio is a matter of concern. strata. Female foeticide is prevalent- women r being forced by the husbands or their families as a girl still continues to be considered a burden and a boy an asset.
The scene in the rural areas as well as for economically weaker sections ,which constitutes a very large segment of population, is still extremely dismal,The only solution to bring light in their life is through education Poor illiterate women are contributing meaningfully to the economic sustenance of the family but are still subjugated n continue to be victims of domestic violence.
Thursday 19 January 2012
women enpowerment
My first exposure to discrimination against girls was at age of five.My father was posted in a small town of Punjab.I was taken for admission to class 1,I was shocked to see the state in which school was operating.
It was primary single section school in which there was only one teacher for classes 1to 5,the building was an old hall with no walls n all classes sitting in separate groups under group leaders with a rod in their hands , shouting at the top of their voice.The building should have been demolished long back.The teaching included only reading n writing of hindi,n counting numbers,tables, additon ,sustraction sums etc upto hundred.My father had joined as Headmaster of the Boys' High school which presented a contrast to girls' school-had a vast beautiful campus with all infrastructural facilities in all areas required for all round development of students.My father was upset about the girls' school but there was no altenative as that was the only school available.My elder sister who was in class 6th had to be admitted in a boarding school in a city nearby.Though I did not raise any question but this discrimination got registered .
The second episode which left a scar on my tender mind was the marriage of a very pretty n lovable young girl from a family opposite to our residence.The family was that of well to do landlords n she was the only daughter.The marriage was a great spectacle to watch n everything ,seemingly, ended happily.The speculations started when the girl was never sent back for a year ;n finally there was news that she had been brought back n admitted in a hospital.My mother went to the hospital taking me, a six year old child, to see her;n what we saw there was a lifeless skeleton looking blankly at us-there was no pain,no feelings no tears ,she passed away after a few days.I still do not know what the butchers had done to that ever smiling princess.This wounded the little girl I was .
In the same town there was a monument called "satian di bowli' where a fair was held every year to pay tributes to them.The story was that a rajput man of that town had two wives.The ladies were not allowed ever to go out except with their husbands though the husbands had the right to go anywhere -drink,dance or for any entertainment show.Once there was a religious street play in the town in the neighbourhood.These two ladies could not control their zeal n went to see the play without their husband who was not in town.Somehow the man got to know about it n the punishment awarded to them was that they were dressed up like brides,taken around the town n finally buried alive at the place which became a place of worship.What impression did it leave on the mind of a child can be well imagined.
Besides,my general observation was that girls were just to obey whatever was ordered,do all household chores all thru the day without any appreciation n had no access to any expenditure or any life of their own.
Based on all these observations my conclusion was that there can not be any change in the life of women without access to higher education followed by economic independence.
I struggled to complete my higher education n took up teaching as my profession because it was my firm belief that thru this profession i could contribute to some extent to improve the lot of girls by guiding girls,boys n parents to respect the individuality of girls n let them lead a respectable life .I think many of women of our times felt the same way n grew to lead an independent n dignified life.
But alas not much has changed -just see the constantly falling sex ratio in Punjab .It is appalling to see the publicity of welfare schemes launched by the present Govt. for the girls-providing a sum of Rs..... at the birth of a girl child n a sum of Rs...... as dowry at the marriage of a girl.will these mercenary schemes help in the empowerment of women?
It was primary single section school in which there was only one teacher for classes 1to 5,the building was an old hall with no walls n all classes sitting in separate groups under group leaders with a rod in their hands , shouting at the top of their voice.The building should have been demolished long back.The teaching included only reading n writing of hindi,n counting numbers,tables, additon ,sustraction sums etc upto hundred.My father had joined as Headmaster of the Boys' High school which presented a contrast to girls' school-had a vast beautiful campus with all infrastructural facilities in all areas required for all round development of students.My father was upset about the girls' school but there was no altenative as that was the only school available.My elder sister who was in class 6th had to be admitted in a boarding school in a city nearby.Though I did not raise any question but this discrimination got registered .
The second episode which left a scar on my tender mind was the marriage of a very pretty n lovable young girl from a family opposite to our residence.The family was that of well to do landlords n she was the only daughter.The marriage was a great spectacle to watch n everything ,seemingly, ended happily.The speculations started when the girl was never sent back for a year ;n finally there was news that she had been brought back n admitted in a hospital.My mother went to the hospital taking me, a six year old child, to see her;n what we saw there was a lifeless skeleton looking blankly at us-there was no pain,no feelings no tears ,she passed away after a few days.I still do not know what the butchers had done to that ever smiling princess.This wounded the little girl I was .
In the same town there was a monument called "satian di bowli' where a fair was held every year to pay tributes to them.The story was that a rajput man of that town had two wives.The ladies were not allowed ever to go out except with their husbands though the husbands had the right to go anywhere -drink,dance or for any entertainment show.Once there was a religious street play in the town in the neighbourhood.These two ladies could not control their zeal n went to see the play without their husband who was not in town.Somehow the man got to know about it n the punishment awarded to them was that they were dressed up like brides,taken around the town n finally buried alive at the place which became a place of worship.What impression did it leave on the mind of a child can be well imagined.
Besides,my general observation was that girls were just to obey whatever was ordered,do all household chores all thru the day without any appreciation n had no access to any expenditure or any life of their own.
Based on all these observations my conclusion was that there can not be any change in the life of women without access to higher education followed by economic independence.
I struggled to complete my higher education n took up teaching as my profession because it was my firm belief that thru this profession i could contribute to some extent to improve the lot of girls by guiding girls,boys n parents to respect the individuality of girls n let them lead a respectable life .I think many of women of our times felt the same way n grew to lead an independent n dignified life.
But alas not much has changed -just see the constantly falling sex ratio in Punjab .It is appalling to see the publicity of welfare schemes launched by the present Govt. for the girls-providing a sum of Rs..... at the birth of a girl child n a sum of Rs...... as dowry at the marriage of a girl.will these mercenary schemes help in the empowerment of women?
Wednesday 18 January 2012
Ashad ka ek din revisited part 3
Just finished reading third act of Ashad ka ek din;leaves u disenchanted,
a romance turning sour due to harsh realities of life n complexities of
human mind-leaves u cold n speechless.Weather outside is cold n sad
but inside it feels bone chilling n sadder.U can get into the heart of both
Kalidas n Mallika n feel the pangs of pain they r going through.
a romance turning sour due to harsh realities of life n complexities of
human mind-leaves u cold n speechless.Weather outside is cold n sad
but inside it feels bone chilling n sadder.U can get into the heart of both
Kalidas n Mallika n feel the pangs of pain they r going through.
Ashad ka ek din revisited -part 2
Read the last act of Ashad ka ek din.It was disenchanting as it is always ;
a romance turning sour due to harsh realities of life-leaves u cold n speechless.
Weather outside is cold,grey n sad but inside it leaves u colder,dark n sadder.
U can get into the heart of every character n feel what goes on within .
a romance turning sour due to harsh realities of life-leaves u cold n speechless.
Weather outside is cold,grey n sad but inside it leaves u colder,dark n sadder.
U can get into the heart of every character n feel what goes on within .
Tuesday 17 January 2012
Ashad ka ek din revisted
It is one of the coldest Jan.For the last five days the Sun has been holidaying in some other parts of the Earth.
Clouds have liked this place so much that they do not seem to move away.The grey days with intermittent spells of drizzle add romance to the air n warmth to the heart which keeps the spirits high n saves u from freezing.
Prabhat Ranjan ji has been kind to post Mohan Rakesh ji's 'Ashad ka ek din 'on net which we read about 40 years ago n loved it .It is indeed a great classic.While reading it I feel that nature has created this atmosphere specifically for this purpose.I can actually see Kalidas writing Meghdoot n sending the messeges through the clouds to Mallika;the clouds pouring the pain of their separation through the drizzling droplets n both getting wet in the outpour of their love.
Clouds have liked this place so much that they do not seem to move away.The grey days with intermittent spells of drizzle add romance to the air n warmth to the heart which keeps the spirits high n saves u from freezing.
Prabhat Ranjan ji has been kind to post Mohan Rakesh ji's 'Ashad ka ek din 'on net which we read about 40 years ago n loved it .It is indeed a great classic.While reading it I feel that nature has created this atmosphere specifically for this purpose.I can actually see Kalidas writing Meghdoot n sending the messeges through the clouds to Mallika;the clouds pouring the pain of their separation through the drizzling droplets n both getting wet in the outpour of their love.
colours of life
Beautiful are the colours of life,
Just watch the sky with shades of
blue, a mix of soft pink,crimson or grey;
And the flowers in all the colours,
their shades, and lovely combinations,
You just can't lay your eyes off a garden,
fullly bloomed in winter,spring or fall;
The birds,the insects ,the fish or
the vast variety of trees standing tall,
all lure you ,
Just watch the sky with shades of
blue, a mix of soft pink,crimson or grey;
And the flowers in all the colours,
their shades, and lovely combinations,
You just can't lay your eyes off a garden,
fullly bloomed in winter,spring or fall;
The birds,the insects ,the fish or
the vast variety of trees standing tall,
all lure you ,
the ocean,the river or a waterfall;
the colours of nature in all its glory
are so soothing ,for they reflect
innocence, purity n peace.
But complex are the colours of men,
each having many faces and many shades,
ever changing showing the worst of dark-
baffling ,hurting,painfully ugly n unacceptable,
it is journeying through this falsehood
man seeks to reach the Truth ,
through this unbearable noise
to reach the Peace,
through the changing faces and forms
to reach that which is
Formless and Eternal,
through the scaring darkness
seeks the Light-because
he knows that He is there;
It is this faith that supports,sustains
and strengthen him to move forward;
The path is difficult and
the colours of nature in all its glory
are so soothing ,for they reflect
innocence, purity n peace.
But complex are the colours of men,
each having many faces and many shades,
ever changing showing the worst of dark-
baffling ,hurting,painfully ugly n unacceptable,
it is journeying through this falsehood
man seeks to reach the Truth ,
through this unbearable noise
to reach the Peace,
through the changing faces and forms
to reach that which is
Formless and Eternal,
through the scaring darkness
seeks the Light-because
he knows that He is there;
It is this faith that supports,sustains
and strengthen him to move forward;
The path is difficult and
journey long and arduous,
but the goal is the only hope,
Once you know Him only then
you truly appreciate the colours of life;
If He had not created falsehood
how would you strive to reach the Truth.
- @ Sudesh Prakash
you truly appreciate the colours of life;
If He had not created falsehood
how would you strive to reach the Truth.
- @ Sudesh Prakash
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