#30 I Challenge You to Bring A Change.

Too many human beings are departing from this universe without finding the Real Self. The world has no purpose, no value, no beginning and no end. All meaning is created by human beings. I have never followed any leader or saint. To follow others is queer. Everyone has different experiences. I follow my own life, instead. I say everything is a part of circle and life has no meaning, we will bury on the ground where we all came from. It is better to live life on our own decisions and judgments.

We are searching job securities and preparing for short term happiness. Indirectly, we live our life like we have thousand years to live. We are satisfying ourself with what life is giving to us, running on super-highways and not thinking to walk down our own road. We are afraid to do mistakes, always afraid of trying something new. Living on the advices of others. Living on the experiences of others. We do not believe in our abilities and preparing back up plans one after another. We are waiting for the right time to come whereas deep inside we all know that right time will never come. A big life can be created by combining small moments of greatness.

 To live a beautiful is our birth right. We all are bestowed with some special qualities that are in need to be manifested. A giant lies within us. The flawless treasures and pearls are waiting for us. To get something extra from life a man must work something extraordinary in life. The tree of future is deep rooted in our present. Every day is a new day to create a new life. Every day is a new day to dream something big. The only way to live a life is to live now and become better than yesterday.

           

Action Plans

1.      Build World Class Habits: “Successful people are successful because they form the habits of doing those things that failures don’t like to do.”- Albert Gray

2.      Make Plans: “Tremendous life comes by setting tremendous goals and achieving them tremendously.”- Nakul Grover

3.      Be optimistic: “You cannot live a positive life with a negative mind.”- Anonymous  

4.      Change yourself: “I sleep 6 hours a day. I don’t gossip. I don’t argue until I face any arrogant. I work on my weaknesses 6 hours a day. I don’t take my life seriously. I do meditation. I am controlling my mind. I am doing better than yesterday”- Nakul Grover

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#29 How I achieve my goals and play my biggest game?

I was always a stubborn child. I had no control over my desires. If I wanted doing something I directly asked my parents. If they refused or stopped me, I did it alone. My parents and friends have always tried to stop me doing the things I wanted to do. They said whatsoever I was thinking has no meaning to life and I was doing a great mistake. So I said, ‘Hell with your advices. Let me do mistakes.’ Fortunately, I proved myself every time after getting failed twice or thrice.

The biggest favor I did on my life is by stopping wrong people poking their nose in my business. But I allow girls to say and do whatsoever they wanted to do with me. Girls have also been a motivation for me to write about love. I found all girls are positive as I have never shared my worries with them. I don’t talk with every girl. They are chatter-box. If you try to stop them from speaking, they might turn face from you. And once any woman started ignoring you, you cannot make her to come back in your life.

At one moment of my life, I found good surrounding myself with haters. Sometimes haters motivated me and sometimes they made me feel low. And soon, I understand I cannot do anything when I’m highly motivated and depressed. Wrong people are only energy drainers. The only thing that matters is how long you are playing your game. Self-discipline is the art that everyone needs to learn. Getting up every day and doing again and over again the same things makes a man perfect. I prohibited wrong people to enter my life with their free advices and started reading books. I made books my friend and walk down my own road.

Now, I stay away from naysayers, blamers, complainers. I make excuses when they call me to spend a little time with them. I do not take advices from elders too. They are also negative. I make goals, set limits and do best to achieve them. Every morning, I ask myself to play the biggest game of my life. I keep on reminding myself the things which will help me in improving my life and becoming a better person. 
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#28 Muslims, Hindus and Christians, Your Religion is Non-sense

Two years ago, I found my interest in religion. I took Holy Bible, Guru Granth Sahib and Holy Quran for reading. I accept that I haven’t read them till the last, but I understood what they all are about. Then I moved to spirituality and started reading Swami Vivekananda and Swami Ramakrishna. These two spiritual giants were followers of Hinduism and studied Vedanta. I found Swami Vivekananda more logical then Swami Ramakrishna. Then I read Ramdas, Osho, Sri M, Swami Nityananda and other philosophers of Hinduism. I learnt a lot of new information from them.

            People who are the followers of the ready-made religion are not living in reality. They are imagining a person who really not exists and doing kirtans-bhajans in sangat. Doing kirtans, dancing on that music, chanting the names of Rama and Krishna is madness. Muslims follow Mohmmad who flew in heaven with his flying horse. The flying horse was lucky, he got a lottery to heaven. Christians follow Jesus who really didn’t die on a cross but in Kashmir, India. Buddhism and Jainism are derived for Hinduism and yet resist the philosophies of Hinduism.  Words by Guru Nanak are similar to the words that in Holy Bible.

            Religion is not without but starts from within. The philosophy of inside world is very difficult to understand. Buddha did find himself but then there are a lot of other things that resist me to follow him. I believe in one God and that is formless.  I learnt about this God from my school. My teachers who were followers of Vishnu, Mahesh and Brahma told me that God is one. And this God of mine is an energy that is spread all over the world. This god is deaf who can’t hear your bhajans. But he is not blind and can see your prayers and works. This God works like a mirror for human being. Whatsoever human beings throw in the world, the energy does its work of throwing their Karmas back upon them.

Good and bad are reverse and obverse of a same coin. I believe Jesus, Mohammad, Guru Nanak, Buddha had lived on this earth and they did find themselves. They tried their best to spread peace and brotherhood on the earth. But people are spreading non-sense all around. Quran says kill all the infidels, Jews do not accept theories of Jesus and fight with Christians, Sikh are busy in making Khalistan by undergoing amrit-chakna, a sort of baptism, which symbolised a member of Khalsa.

I do not indulge in religious debate nor I stop people to follow what they are doing, but I always put my points before people without afraid. Jesus, Buddha, Mohmmad, Guru Nanak all were human beings. I accept the good things written in the holy books and shape my life according to it. Books have always been to find the Real Me. I found Mahatma Gandhi and Khushwant Singh a better human being. Now, shall I make another religion and give it a name Gandhistan or Khushwantstan? 

            My religion is to share my knowledge with others and to do what I love. Where the youth is busy fighting on the matter of freedom of speech, I meditate on myself. I’ve never accept any good from the youth of our country. They are non-sense and active in spreading rubbish. I love reading books but I never follow any leader or writer. I am a follower of my own life. My own life is my religion. I write what is true and what I experience without giving to damn people.  

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#27 My Clear Conscience

Middle man who struggles in his early life always gets enough to keep his body and soul together. It is good to be a middle man, but not as good as to live a happy and peaceful life. A beautiful life comes in either discovering the gifts dwelling in you or by learning how to be satisfied. As us human beings have a congenital disease of desires, we can never we be satisfied with our self.  We always want a little more. It is not at all bad to desire more. Desires and dreams are good. At whatever stage we are now is only because of our thoughts and desires of past. What you desire and think today, you will surely get it tomorrow. I think, to live a beautiful life a man should always keep on searching the true meaning behind his life.

            I feel good as a writer. I talk honestly with people, I share my knowledge with them, I inspire them and sometimes, I make them feel lonely with my old writing style. But frankly, I always try to help them as much as I can through my writings. I always feel better when I reflect upon the words of Mahatma Gandhi:

Vaishnavjan toh tainey kaheeye, jo peerh paraayee jaaney ray

(I know him as a man of God, who feels another’s pain)

            I try to help everyone, but if someone breaks my trust I don’t feel afraid while abandoning him. I accept I too had broken many trusts and hearts. I regret it doing so and always do my best to avoid hurting anyone.  

            Another thing to make your life colorful is in learning how to entertain yourself. I impressed dozens of people with my ability to make quick humor. Now, people who know me very well laugh even when I pass a fart. Farting on the correct time, in the right situation is also an art. I feel pity for the people who entertain themselves by watching videos on YouTube. Those people have a low sense of humor. There is no need to search humor on television or online. Humor is everywhere if we see it with laughing hearts. I found man has a great sense of humor while woman has a great sense of rumor.

            Whole my life I did what I liked, without caring what people might think and how they might react. That is another way to live a good life, without giving damn to the people. It reminds me of a quote by Rumy: Sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.

            Yesterday, I was a child, running on the streets behind the kites spinning and gliding in the sky and now, I don’t know when I passed twenty-one years of my life. The only apt couplet comes in mind is of Mirza Ghalib:

Rau mein hai rakhsh-e-umar kahaan dekhiye thhamey

Naey haath bag par hai na paa hai rakaab mein.

(Life travels at a galloping pace; I know not where it will stop;

The reins are not in my hands, nor my feet in the stirrups.)

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#26 Cricket Match in Abode Valley— part 1

Aadi, the captain of our team, brought a red color ball from the marwadi’s shop for the sum of thirty rupees and practiced bowling rigorously on the street of Photeri. He took a challenge from the hostel boys, previous day. He didn’t sleep and made strategies whole night. He hated losing the match. His mind was as quick as his fingers in reversing the ball and game at last minute. Where as his roommate, Rohit, who was a Rajput, and a buddhu, as all his friends call him, failed to learn any skill from Aadi. Rohit was the twelfth player of our team and always sat behind the boundary line to receive and throw the ball back in the match.

            They both called the team in morning one hour before the match. Coming from different places, half-awaked, we all assembled outside an apartment called Abode Valley. We ordered about ten cups of tea from a near by shop and sat outside on the stools. Where Aadi was busy telling game plan to us, a few were engaged in puffing out the clouds of smoke from cigarettes and the rest in gazing the two beautiful girls eating steam kachoris on a rickety stall at a distance.

            It was difficult to say who was prettier. The girl clad in a sky top with long sleeves and floral Pyjama had a cute smile, and the other girl draped in bird printed top and short was much lovely. All I know is that they were beautiful enough to carry out hearts from our mouths.

Everyone felt some special love for the giggling girls. Raghib Khan, who was my friend and a classmate, couldn’t help showing his paan-striking mouth. Rohit, the buddhu boy suddenly brushed his finger on his head. No sooner the girls paid the bill and left the place, small face Rajnish and the buddhu boy tottered behind them. No one stopped them. Everyone knew they will be back as soon as the girls shoo them away. From the last three years, not even the akas and maids found anything cute in them.

The Abode Valley was a planned palatial apartment consisted of three swimming pools, each one divided by blocks, a line of flats. The gardens were embodied by flowers and small play grounds with swings. The sound of loud music could be heard from a few flats. The air suffused with lust and love indicated that most of the flats were acquired by college students. It was difficult to count how many beautiful flowers were deflowered in the passion of love and sex. A few youngsters feel guilt, but for most this passion grows sweeter with the passing time. After a long time, when the grown up youth would recollect the memories of their college days then they would savour only the reminiscences of old but still fresh and sweet love. No one wants to forget the lips touching the smooth texture of the skin, the coolness of the feet, the fragrance of the warm bodies, the sharp tingles of fingertips, the gentle mourns, the love searching eyes. These sweet memories only depart from one’s life with the freedom by itself, with the death.

When we reached the field, we saw the opposite team already practicing their. We arranged the bricks to sit near a small tree. Lifting a box full of cold drinks and chips, Rajnish and Rohit arrived.

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#25 The Lonely Song

 My dear readers told me that my writings make them feel lonely and advised me to write something on love and romance.’ Love stories are what making writers to earn fame and money,’ said one of my friends. ‘Change your style. You look like a depress writer,’ opined another friend. The only compliment I got from a lovely girl a few days ago: ‘I know you are not professional, but your writing is good. I love reading your stories.’

            Truly, I do not know what makes my readers happy or lonely. I write what I experienced and learnt from my life. My experiences helped me to write a book too. A lot of people are confused that how can I debut as a Self-help writer in India. There is no market for a Self-help writer. But I am happier being a writer who doesn’t know anything, and writing his autobiography in small pieces. I know, it is my weakness. But I can’t help. 

            Whenever I sit for writing, two things come before me: the longings for dreams and hopes, and the memories of beautiful girls. I write about them, sometimes truth and sometimes imaginary. Now, I think I’ve left all the delightful girls and my youth in search of something better. Where boys are busy in making love with their girls, I am talking with trees and leaves. When I get tired talking with them, I remain silent. I forbid my mind thinking anything and feel the sweetness of breeze. The cool winds coming from a large tree always tries to tell me something. I don’t know further, but I could say there is something around us which is watching our every deed.

I don’t enjoy watching movies and television so I spend my day either in wandering the streets around my house or sleeping with my old books in my small room. I love collecting books, but I don’t feel like reading them— a big weakness as a writer. I remember the time when I used to read two or three books a week. It was hard work. And I hate hard work.

            I recall somewhere reading, ‘Solitude is bliss.’ But no one ever told that sometimes solitude becomes loneliness. When loneliness assails me, I try my best to keep myself busy. Sometimes I play old songs on my mouth organ and sometimes I just lie down and stare at the rotating fan. Once, I got out of my room and took a local train, but the crowd streaming in and out on every station annoyed me and I never thought about travelling again.

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#24 Story of Me and My small room

In search of peace I left the rented palatial apartment in the beginning of my third year of graduation and moved to this small room. I sold all my old belongings except my red printed curtains before coming here. I’ve no idea what made me to bring these curtains here but I feel good to see it absorbing water droplets leaking from the aged air-conditioner hung above it. My air-conditioner is different from all other air-conditioners manufactured on this earth. It seldom works and often disappoints me with long electricity bills.  

            Kitchen is as small as an ATM machine room— one at a time— and always lit by a small light. If you examine my kitchen, you would find a few steel glasses and plates, a gas-chulha and a cylinder. The only rusted window of my room looked the walls of the neighbouring buildings, so there is no showering of sunrays.  I always keep the window shut to impede mosquitos entering the room. I sleep on floor over a matrix surrounded by books of old authors and saints. The old fan is quiet good in this cool weather, as it remains off whole day. My study table, chair, bag, and suitcases are acquired by my books. How amazing it is that you could even talk to dead people through their books.

    I sleep around 12 at night and wake up around 6 in the morning. But in holidays, I continue to sleep till eight or nine. After breakfast, I read books and when my mind refuses to concentrate, I waste my time staring at the fan or table. Nowadays, I am wasting my time on my cell phone. Cell phone has always made my mood sulky. I hate cell phones.

            My cook is on leave. It has been more than ten days since I ate my meals properly and on time. I’m having tea and samosa in lunch and breakfast, and at night I ask any of my friends to make a few chapatis for me. Samosa and Kachoris have ruined my digestive system. To amuse myself I laugh and shout before farting, ‘Puud Maaro’ (Kill the fart).

            I love collecting books, but I am too lazy to read it. I don’t have patience to read novels. Moreover, I don’t like modern authors who always talks about love birds. I love reading short stories. I enjoy reading stories about kids on bicycles, a little girl climbing up the mountain with her favourite colourful umbrella, a father with his son roaming around the green valleys, bhoots in old house, and childhood days.

            Apart from reading and writing, I play mouth organ in evening. On the top of my lungs I sing a song of Bob Dylan which left a deep impression on me:

‘How many roads must a man walk down… before you call him a man…?

The answer is blowing in the wind.’

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