Tuesday 24 March 2015

आज का घनघोर रात्रि ज्ञान

आपिये दो तरह के होते है, अल्फा आपिया और ओमेगा आपिया .दोनों में समानता यह है की दोनों ही चिकनी चुपड़ी अंग्रेजी बोलते है.
मगर ,अल्फा आपिया जो है वह उग्र,उन्मादित और उत्तेजित होता है, यह आपिया सड़क पर रायता फैलाने में और फेसबुक पर १५ लाख मिले क्या से लेकर आर एस एस को आतंकी संगठन बताने में कोई कसर नहीं छोड़ेगा और क्रांति के लिए ओल्ड मोंक रम पीकर रात को सड़क पर पिटेगा।
उसके सामने हमारा ओमेगा आपिया जो है वह कम उग्र होगा,वह श्री आशुतोष जी को ट्विटर पैर फॉलो करेगा और संघी जब हावी हो जाये तब "अटलिस्ट ही इस डूइंग समथिंग" कह कर भाग जायेगा,यह आपिया ज्यादातर पोलिस की लाठियो से बच ने के लिए केंडल मार्च में दिखा जाएगा.
दोनों ही आपियो का मुख्या लक्षण दिमाग की कमी,अरविन्द जी की भक्ति और संसार में रायता फैलाना है.
जय स्वराज,जय खुज्लिवाल.
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भाइयो हमारा प्यारा पप्पू वापिस आ गया है.अब न तो मनोरंजन कीकमी रहेगि न तो चुतियापकिकामी रहेगी.

Tuesday 17 March 2015

Golden Pouch

In mid 19th century. Britain has not declared India it's colony yet but, the company rule was firm and many Indian royal and elite family's members were molding their lives with western education and knowledge. The people were learning new rulers ways with their old way of life which was not going to change probably ever.

 The University of Bombay was a new attraction for the royals and elites to prepare their heirs for new challenges in upcoming new times.

All the rich, cheerful and free of worries  young people tried to earn the academic achievements in the new world. This education was never going to be useful for them with the presence of servants, drinks and women of absolute no talent, but it was a need for the hour to keep the nose high in new times.There begins our story with two elite family members.

The first one is the son of respected tax collector of western provinces and another one is a prince,25th in order to succession from deadly, deserted kingdom of Marwar which had large treasury as it's deserted.

Prince Manesh of Kalol and the tax collector's son Asi Gyani.
Both men of opposite nature and intelligence were pretty much good friends.

Our prince was a rule obedient, simple minded and  gullible character whom despite being the prince any person who could possibly remember two sentences of foreign language can impress and nervous him at the similar time.In short a sheer mediocre of with classical facilities with low-level wishes at large.

Prince had a crush on fat, wealthy and dead  Parsi entrepreneurs daughter named Rohingtana Vyaravala. She never had any respect for the prince although her family made the fortune doing business with Kingdom and disliked and criticized of his friendship Asi since   he said in the Art class
"There couldn't be a rhino as fat as Rohingtana."

But for Gyani art class was just a reason to see Miss. Jenny Moronat, a french tutor of arts who mostly used to do was tea parties with other ladies and enjoy orients incredible wonders when tea parties are not happening.As an experienced woman she knew that Gyani has a flair of attraction toward her, but most of her parties host Rohingtana had an advice for her to maintain the distance from Asi due to his outspoken and maverick attitude.

Life was going on this two friends stayed mostly good friends until the end of their journey at academia from where Gyani left the education due to his differences with his strict father and academic staff meanwhile prince somehow obtained degree by providing college staff costly gifts and mostly studying with Gyani science,philosophy,art and other subjects with difficult names which for prince had no meaning at all.

A journey comes to an end.....everybody departs without the knowledge of what the sack of future holds for them in the corners of unpredictability.......


1857s war of independence was over in India.Kingdom of Marwar remained loyal to their new friends, Vyaravala family tripled its fortune by supporting new dominating power in the country which was already shattered among citizens divided by immoral and ignorant royals and their loyal servants. In order to reward this two prominent families personally governor of Bombay arranged a trip to France for prince Manes to learn way of European culture and art(where prince mostly stayed under a blanket or tried to attract old, blonde strumpets to be princess of his.)

The governor of Bombay arranged special swiss doctor at Bern for Ms.Rohingtana who almost weighted 200 kilogram by then to reduce the weight and remain healthy.Doctor was also surprised because it never happened during his career that  any person suffers from obesity.A new challenge for him as well.

Despite this all, the new white rulers were still upset since they faced surprised challenges during the war what they started to call the mutiny.Sophisticated armed soldiers from Kathiawar, kutch and Gujarat regency under command of Dhyani, Gyani and Mahagyani funded by Nanasaheb Peshwa on the western front of Gujarat.

These four people never been captured during or after the war and three commanders always remained mysterious figures for everybody.Britishers started to call them war them myths but they were very well aware that even after great help from kingdom of Marwar and Vyaraval family financially and militarily; the western provinces surrendered on their own tough conditions of non-interference of brits unlike northern, central and eastern India.

Even after the execution and exile of many generals, warriors and supporters of the war, these three people stayed in the shadow giving panic the British officers in their bed too.

One day when prince Manesh was visiting some Italian artist called Leonardo-de-Vincis famous painting of a mysterious woman at museum which neither he understood nor interested him and was returning to house of his host a British ambassador to France someone tap on his shoulder.
The prince Manesh Turned his back felt happy surprise(which was a rare incident since prince had no mental capacity to feel surprises).It was his long lost friend, son of Tax collector and now accountant general of Raj, Asi.

Forgetting all his protocol he gave him a friendly bear hug vise-verse and ask to inquire
"where have you been my old friend?more than 7 years I am seeing you.How is everything?"

Asi with a grin tells him the part of this 7 odd years story in brief which gave slight idea to prince that after quitting education Asi taught few rich brats to finance himself to meet Jennie at France but eventually things didn't work out and now, he is working in Paris university after mutiny as a lab assistant to professor of chemistry with utmost freedom of conducting his own research as well.

In reply prince just said,"I knew you will end up doing something weird but, it's sad that you are heart broken...!! how about come and join us for a tea party and evening supper?"

Which Asi refused with mild nodding, another surprise for prince since Asi was an outspoken person, not a mild mannered man.

After the end of their catch up conversation before departing Asi asks prince for a favour.
"Prince,I may need your help old friend."
"What kind of help?"Prince felt the sense of important for the first time since,some one far smarter than him was asking for his help.
"I am working on an chemical,to use in constructions an explosive let's say.I call it RDX;Research and Development Explosive,RDX."
"Ohhhh!!!this chemical X explodes?"
"Yes very explosive and very useful in constructions..I can go to the Russians, Prussians, Frenchs or ottoman for funding but, as a matter of fact you are my friend and you are friends with white rulers in India , that makes me believe it will be win-win situation for you and your new friends if you help me anyway even if you don't help me I am in discussion with Americans to provide me material and required funds you know."

"wait wait wait,is this much important this chemical X is that you are making..?"
"developing prince not making."
"yes,so how much funds do you need?I only have 700 gold coins for now" prince was anxious because he smell an opportunity to be special in new rulers eyes from just a 25th successor of kingdom.
"well done,I just need 200 coins to buy the required material,I will come tomorrow get the money and call you to see final experiment and you will be glad that how you helped science with 200 gold coins your highness." Asi exclaimed with the feelings of gratitude.

Prince stood up, again gave a bear hug to his friend saying "anything for friends." and left the bistro with romantic dreams of his new, powerful reputation among the Britishers and his own kingdom.

Wednesday 11 March 2015

Is wring a technological issue or an emotional subject?

Yes, I am attempting to write at least a novella but, I prefer to write on the paper page which I mostly lost and writing in online I mostly lost the track of what was I writing.

It makes me wonder that is writing a technological issue or an emotional subject?

But however here I am publishing my second written short story.

I am eagerly waiting for criticism and comments.
                                       

                              The moment of wish 

 


The golden sun of morning was rising in the valley of Leh, shining the mountain glassier. In.In a house 52 kilometers far from Leh city in Likir village, Soma wakes up with his six-year-old son to visit Likir monastery. He was a proud and happy father, his son is becoming a monk next year in the monastery.

His young son wakes up and tells him
"Papa, it is early and dark outside, can we sleep for little more please?"
His father turns toward him, pampers his head and  speaks
"Jigmet-Jigmet, Lama wakes up in the morning early when demons are asleep so they can conquer them and get close to the Buddha."
Now it was little anxious situation for Jigmet, he has no wish to become a Lama and fights demons in early mornings,
who does that in the right mind? 
When his father was taking care of cattle the Lamas fight the demons but, father never listens to him still, he hesitated and tells his father
"Papa I am afraid of dark and demons how can I fight them together?even if there is day I can pray and fight the ugly devil." Jigmet explains with little fear and somewhat promisingly.
Soma looks at him with love and smile and switch on the light of the lamp in his room.
and tells Jigmet.
"After you will become a lama, Buddha will give you his light and you can fight the demons in the dark."
Jigmet, looking at the light bulb and his father asks politely
"Papa, did Buddha brought light to this bulb?why we can not just use this light instead of being Lama, how did the light comes to here.you never tell me anything?"
It sparked Soma a little with anger and fear, he saw people leading miserable life for materialism and besides it was about his proud that his young son is going to become a lama by next year, it was not the attitude of a lama.
Soma looks at Jigmet with fearsome big eyes, comes closer to him  and tells
"This is the demon you will have to fight Jigmet!! This demon of materialism, it devours everyone and does not let go until they die for the pieces of paper and metals.This is the demon."
Jigmet has to be silent he knew it was fruitless to discuss with his father, he knows almost everything about the world but doesn't want Jigmet to know.
He woke up, get out of his bed and goes to the monastery with the pot of milk which father sent for the head lama.
He climbs the steps of the monastery with displeased face and suddenly from nowhere a tourist comes to him"Hey kiddo, can you take my photo with the Buddha's Idol, please?"
Jigmet replays"I have no camera gentleman."
Tourist "here, use my phone."
Jigmet "Ok sir, I know I am young and I do not know world but, I know that phone is for talking, camera is for photo.do not make fun of me."
Tourist "Are are are cute sarkar!! my phone has a camera."
Jigmet get surprised" what how that is possible?"
Tourist" and television too." with a smile on his face.
"Where are you from,sir.?" Jigmet asks politely to fill his curiosity.
"New Delhi, Munna. Will you take my picture now?"
"Yes yes, teach me."
Tourist Just starts camera mode gives him the phone and teaches that press this button when I go to the statue.
Jigmet did follow the instructions.
The tourist comes to him and thanks him now, it was Jigmet's turn to ask a favor.
He looks at the tourist and asks him"Can I ask you a question?"
"Yes"
"do you know how the light comes to the bulb?"
The tourist starts to laugh, he laughs for half minutes and asks Jigmet laughing
"you really do not know about electricity?"
"elec.. what?"Jigmet asks
"electricity" tourist says
 "wait a minute."
he takes out his phone and shows a video on internet that how electricity is produced and reaches the houses.

Jigmet was astonished by his latest knowledge.his life was changed in two minutes.
He goes to the Buddha, bows and goes to head lama to tell everything about his renovated knowledge that he learned today.
After listen him the carefully, the head lama asks him.
"Jigmet, you want to become a lama or go to Leh and learn about this kind of knowledge?"
Jigmet with confusion.
"but what about my father?he will never permit me and Leh is such a big city master.what if I will be lost?"
Head lama replies with a smile.
"No Jigmet,you will not be lost if you do not want to be lost, leave your father to me.I will manage for you to go to school,  Dalai lama built it for the children like you."
Jigmet with bright smile and happiness on his face bows five times to head lama and runs to his home leaving head lama smiling and told him to send his father Soma.
Soma and head lama were seating  face to face unpleasant Soma was shocked and it was hard to understand for him that the head lama does not want his son as a monk but wants him to study and go on the path which has always considered as destruction.
To console him head lama told him;
"Soma, You are attached to make your son monk let it go, Budha has always considered the skills as an important instrument toward enlightenment.And if you will make him a monk against his will to accept the path of enlightenment he would be like the other old monk of our monastery ."
Soma questions with the intention of curiosity;
"which another monk master?"
Head lama replies  "the other one who couldn't get rid of the women, like you are not getting rid of the idea of making your son a monk ..."
A small river used to flow close to their monastery. Walking slowly, meditatively they came across the river. There were no boatmen on the river. Instead of boatmen, one beautiful young lady was waiting for the boatman to cross the river. The Sun was about to set and darkness was spreading its kingdom.

They waited for some time for the boatmen and eventually decided to cross the river on their own. One monk who was Young carried the lady on his shoulder and three of them crossed the river. On the other side of the river, lady thanked the monks and went on her way and two monks started moving towards their monastery meditatively.

 After some time Old monk broke the silence "I will tell everything to master"
The Young Monk asked surprisingly "what will you tell to master"
Old Monk said " you are spoiled , you have carried the woman on your shoulders, its sin to touch a woman for a monk"
Young Monk replied "I had dropped the woman at river bank only.But, you are still carrying her in your head"

A bus from Likir is about to reach Leh,with Jigmet and Soma on a two seats.
Soma looks at Jigmet and tels him
"Remember what I told you.If you do any mischief I will come and take you.no education and no lama,you will have to raise kettle like me then."
Jigmet with his innocent smile tells Some
"that is not a bad work to do,is it?you did it whole your life."
Soma hits his head with the palm laughing.

After getting off from bus they goes to the school,The Students' Educational and Cultural Movement of Ladakh.He hugs his father,and goes in to the class. Soma watching him happy smiles and leaves.
Jigmet's first day at school was good,he asks a questions and to his mathematics teachers with his innocence and curiosity.
"Masterji,what is mathematics?"
Teacher look at him for a second and told him
"Beta,balancing between the knowledge and life is mathematics"

He finishes First year with second class,and a runner-up in 400 meter running in his class.
Second year,he gets first class.Champion in 400 meter.
Third year,First class,he was ill during sports days so he did not took part in sports this year but,the solar power project won the third praise in school.
Fourth year,Second in school,runner up in science project third in 400 meter race.
Fifth,sixth seventh,eighth,
Ninth was a bad year for Jigmet.
Soma dies in his illness leaving him and his mother alone.
He was not in top ten this year.but he had teachers sympathy and every body could understand.
Tenth year,Jigmet was first in board,and a captain of his schools ice hockey team.
his teacher advises him to study science further more,and he was extremely interesting in aerospace science.
Ice hockey players @ Ladakh,India

Jigmet goes beyond the limitations of education this time he comes first in the board again and tops the exams of IIT Bombay for,aerospace engineering.

He comes to Mumbai,
the very first day in class,many faces from different parts,many ideas and Jigmet Dorji is different from every one.A shy,soft spoken,intelligent student from the less known part.every body always had eyes on him especially Nikita Rana, a tomboy intelligent daughter of navy officer.
One day Nikita comes to him after lecture and asks him.
"Ahhhh...Jignes Darji!?right?
"JIgmet Dorji"Jigmet said with intention to run away from there.
During this time,Nikita's school time secret admirer Ramansingh Chopra,a big built athlete comes
says "Hi! Jignesh"
"Jigmet"
"What?ya!sorry man,ah..Nikki will you come to party to night almost every one is coming."
Nikita looks at Jigmet and asks him again"Jig,how about coming to party there will be friends of mine."
"Jigmet!" Jigmet says
"yeah c'man man,let's have fun."

And he agrees to go to the party,he met few new people.smart,intelligent,funny,brilliant excellent.
Now,Nikita,Ramansingh and two other friends were his friends they used to visit the hill stations,beaches,project work and sometimes bunks too.
with second year starts Nikita and Jigmet was an awesome couple,two different polls but same degree of intensity.
The engineering finishes,Jigmet get 'S' grade,the student right besides the Din,a student of the year.
Nikita end up having B grade but,she was happy-started career in ISRO so was Jigmet.

But when after a year Nikita and Jigmet were planning to marry,he get an offer from SWEDISH SPACE CORPORATION.he accepted it and went to Sweden as quick as possible postponing marriage with Nikita for a year.
Nikita accepted it and she was happy that Jigmet's talent will be better used and he will earn fair amount of money too.
After a year,Mr and MRS. Dorji moved to Sweden,Nikita again started to work as a junior researcher,her boss was her husband senior supervisor of the department,just two steps away from the director of department.
after a year,Jigmet becomes the assistant director of his department and Nikita becomes pregnant.she stopped working and turns housewife as per her individual wish and gives birth to a sun.They named him Sammy after his grandfather's name Soma.
Six years are gone now,
He is the assistance director of entire space corporation.but,restless and worried.just yesterday Nikita had to told him in high raised voice about how he is crazy behind his dream project of collaboration between Swedish space corporation and isro and spending nights,days and weeks out side the house and in office.
So,he stayed at home for the morning breakfast with his son,he comes to table and calls his son
"hi."
his son stands up from the table telling him
"why don't you go to office and have breakfast with your files?"
Jigmet really gets confused,he looks at Nikita she also looks in his eye...comes closer and hugs him and says
"do not worry he will be fine he is little upset with you"and kisses his forehead.
"yeah"he says"I better go office and make my schedule so I can spend time with family too,I am sorry Nikki. You can understand it right?"
"off course yes i can,sorry about Sam i will talk with him later"
"No problem,we both will discuss every thing with him."

He lefts for the office. On the Saturday when no one works he finally goes to his office where he had a little idol of Buddha in one corner his family photo on his table and his parents photo on the wall.
He goes near to his father's photo and speaks with him
"you know,you were right about materialism and demon,huh."
and suddenly there was the knock on the door.

He opens the door and remains shocked in the door for thirty seconds unless the knocker tells him
"Kiddo, how about I come in?"
"Jigmet  the name is Jigmet. You are the tourist I remember."
The tourist "yes my dear Jigmet I was, actually Himalayas is my home so I was technically visiting monastery for offering my prayers."
"Who are you? Are you the demon my father used to tell me? “Jigmet asks the tourist with fear.
The tourist takes an apple from and bottle of water from his refrigerator and utters
"no no no no no my man no,I am not any demon.I am just a simple Yaksh,small time like but,a yaksh like Kuber."
Yaksha
Jigmet"so now you are going to eat me!!"      
The yaksh laughs really loud and tells him controlling his laugh,taking a seat on the chair.
"believe me we are peace lovers and these are the stories actually rumours spreader by us to prevent humans visiting our kingdom borders in Himalayas so we can live peacefully without human interaction,my god"starts laughing again"well I am as mortal as you just I have longer life span than you like 600 years and ......" again starts laughing "...with little magic and telepathy I can grant some minor wish like gosh! I wish I can eat chole paratha in Sweden today or...or....hope I could know the secret of the light in bulb" starts laughing again.
Curious Jigmet goes closer to him hold his shoulders and asks with fear and anger
"That means you granted me a wish to know this all things!"
Yaksh calmly "Jigmet! No I did not,It was you who went to Head lama and he understood your need of education in stead of being fell in the pit of the religion,the only thing I did was made you aware that how electricity is made.rest was you.Always you.no interference."
Jigmet angrily again"then why you come here today?why?"

Yaksh"Child,I never saw any one on such awesome level after granting the minor wish as I told you i can grant the wish which can give you pleasure for may be 10 minutes.that was the video on phone which explained you about the electricity,only one minutes wish and you dedicated your life to science and crosses the path where you as a son never dared to resist your father and your father never resisted you for a second to sent you school."
Yaksh takes a pose of two seconds drinks water,takes a deep breath
and speaks "I just came to salute human dedication,they are right Humans are incomparable but,you know what you are running in the demon which your father was afraid of if you will not understand today,you see you do not have to go back.you have to understand the limits the limits between your science,and family and so many things......between intelligence and spirituality.I am here as a visitor and friend,I think I should leave now it was nice to see you Mr.Jigmet Dorji,very nice."

Yaksh goes out of the office,Jigmet sits in the same chair still----for almost 15 minutes,
he then goes in to wash-room,washes his face,hands,removes shoes and comes in front of the idol of Buddha,bows to the Buddha,remembers his father.
"Thank you father, for saving me from this materialistic demons!! Thank you"
And sits in the Meditation
                                                              THE END
Please,comment and criticise I am willing to improve my emotional and technical aspects of writing.
Thank you.
See you soon.

The man. 

P.S The images belongs to respected authors.

Tuesday 10 March 2015

Writing and roaming

This is my second, third or probably tenth attempt to write something down.A novella, a short or maybe something lengthy and super dull but in the end I was not able to write anything more than few pages on various subjects due to my reckless nature of lifestyle.
The reason why I never succeeded in writing until the end before?Yes, I know how to right(I guess)I had enough ideas to right(I believe)
But,the mediocrity of life has groped me from my heart and gosh!it just became little easy to get my thoughts and ideas pumping on again and I wish this fuels of ideas fly my fingers like a supersonic to getting things written on this blank, bright on-line pages. 


The other reason was I always wanted to write as I wish and when I wish but now I am just going to write any time without piling up the storm of ideas in my little skull letting it roam like a vagabond.




So, few days ago I finally started to write and published my first writing that may be considered as a short story...may not be creative, though!

Writing seems to be a tough task for a person with such frustrated mind as mine. Grammar needs to be checked, constant new ideas and, above all, interesting storytelling technique and a style that grips the reader all the time.   

So, finally I am starting my short novella titled Gold pouch.

I wish it to be  a comic and yes If anyone reading please comment or criticize my writing I will take it as a positive gesture toward improvement. 

The Man.