Longest wait..

I’ve lived a frivolous life,
midst blades and knife,
wandered all around,
In the pursuit for bliss,
come take me in your arms,
i beg for one last kiss,
She awaits me, with her arms wide,
I must consign, and the pain shall subside
my love, my life,
take me and burn me to ashes,
and i shall reincarnate..
to kiss you again…

What is Death?

It makes me wonder what happens to a man after Death!!!!

They say, all matter can be divided into atoms. Atoms can be further sub-divided into electrons, protons and so many things.

Yet, I always wonder why I can move and a piece of Iron can’t. Ultimately, we all are made of electrons and protons only.
What makes me think, what makes me laugh, what makes me cry and why can’t the piece of Iron feel what we humans or animals can feel.

Is it the magical combination of the molecules that differentiates living and non living things? If it is, then will the day come when man would break into that magical formula? Will he be able to make a piece of iron talk, cry, and laugh just as I do? Will he become God?

And one fine day I died. Just Like that.
Electrons still revolve around the protons in my body, like they do in the piece of Iron. I still have the molecules with magical combination inside me that made me cry and suffer all these days. But I don’t move now. I don’t feel cold. I don’t feel hunger.
I see my body burning, but I can not feel the heat I felt before.
I lie still… Just Like the piece of Iron.

Soul is Energy

Energy can neither be created nor be destroyed, and so is the Soul.

Lord Krishana has explained the existence of soul in Gita.

As said in the Svetäsvatara Upanishad (5.9) :

बालाग्रशतभागस्य शतधा कल्पितस्य च |
भागो जीवः स विज्ञेयः स चानान्त्यायकाल्पते ||

Which means :
When the upper point of a hair is divided into one hundred parts and again each of such parts is further divided into one hundred parts, each such part is the measurement of the dimension of the soul.”

In modern science that would be of the order of sub-atomic size.

Soul is nothing but energy. It is the energy that keeps us moving. It is the energy by virtue of which we can feel the air, the water, the touch of a body, warmth of the sun, coldness of the moon.
This symptom of the soul’s presence is perceived as individual consciousness.

And when this soul is gone, there is no energy to move, the consciousness of the body is no more. The body can not move, It can not hear, It can not feel.
And this is Death.

Lord Krishna has also said that soul can not be destroyed by any means. It travels from one body to another, without getting older. When it leaves a body, the person is dead and when it attains a different body, a new child is born.
The soul of a human is same as that of an animal or that of a tree or any other living body, let it be the smallest insect on the earth or the fishes in the water.

An analogy can be drawn with a law of modern science – 1st law of thermodynamics.
“Energy can neither be created nor be destroyed, but can be transformed from one form to another.”.

I wonder if we could ever prove this scientifically…

Soul is energy.

It can neither be created nor destroyed. It can only be transformed from one form to other. And when this soul is gone, there is no energy to move, the consciousness of the body is no more. The body can not move, It can not hear, It can not feel — And this is Death.

But why does a man die?
Is it inevitable?
Why does the soul leave the body?
Who decides that it is the time for soul to leave a body, and that now is the appropriate time to attain a different body?
Does soul makes this decision?
Can a soul think?
Is there some one who commands the soul?

Soul travels just like any other form of energy. Let it be heat, wind or electricity. Energy always tends to flow from a high potential to low potential.

Every living body can be imagined to exist at a definite energy potential. This potential is dependent on many factors. The value of this potential increases with time. Thus, soul always tries to escape from one body to attain another body with lower potential. However, there is a threshold. A soul can leave only when this barrier is crossed and it tries to attain a body with minimum energy potential. And hence, it always attains the body of a new born.

Since this energy potential is dependent on many factors, some die when they are old and some die when they are young. Some die of natural cause and some die because of disease. Some die on roads and some in wars. Some people kill themselves and some are killed. The rate of change of this energy potential is always positive and hence death is inevitable.

Transformation of energy from one form to another is necessary. This phenomenon makes electricity, quenches thirst and is responsible for functioning of this world. Similarly the soul should travel from one body to other for smooth functioning. This travel of soul from one body to other is just a small part of the big machine that governs this universe.

Hence there is no need to mourn over a dead body, because a new body is born. The soul still lives as it did before.

Its You

I am insomniac, feeling restless,
loosing appetite, have become speechless,
struck by Alzheimer’s, I feel only pain,
burning deep and deeper, I feel choked,
I am schizophrenic, dubbed demented,
my symptoms are suicidal..
I am dead, but still it beats,
Its an incorrigible disease,
and it is You…


ये मस्ती क्या कर गये, छोड गये सब आप
दुिनयादारी छोड के, होता नहीं मिलाप

या मदिरा नाइ है, जो पी कर हम बौराय
मुक्ती की ही प्यास है जो छिन छिन बढती जाय

अपने भीतर सब मिलत, क्यो सब जग ढूढत जाय
आॅंखी अपनी मूॅंद कर ढूंढो सब मिल जाय

पग पग पछेले जात हूॅं, पर हर पग राह बढाय
ज्यौ चिकया फस जात है, पछेले भीर चिल जात

लाठी तेरी क्या गयी, जैसे भैंसन की खाल
भय भीतर का मेरे बन गया मेरी ढाल

कंठन की माला मेरी, देती कछु नहीं ग्यान
राम नाम के वस्त्र मेरे करते नहीं महान

अब केवल एकिह आस है
हर आस का नास होइ जाय

ज्यो गन्ना कोल्हू  पिसाई, जम के गुड बन जाय
बिन तप करे न कछु मिलही, जो मिल माटी मिल जाय

The road to paradise goes through hell

I Quit,
and hence I do not fit
Its not fuel[1] in my veins,
the pain is when these eyes rains
What I seek lies inside me,
let the curtains drop,
and we can see
With every step I take backward,
I move a little forward
I rush to the origin,
to reach till the end
Your guns are my strength,
and my fear is my friend
The rings[2] do not power me,
and the chains[3] do not guard me
I ride the wings of my dreams,
and I dream to crush them all
I quit the road,
and then I fell
but my friend,
The road to paradise goes through hell.

My New Year Resolution

I hate when girls ask me out. For some reason it becomes like a JEE problem where I am not sure of the solution and also have to solve it within a short span.

It was New Year eve and we (I and She) had planned for a movie. She then tells me about a DJ party that apparently is very exciting and lot of fun. And then she explains me how economical it would be if we take a couple entry. I knew where it was going but I waited for her to strike the hammer. She did. She asked me if I would like to come along with her. I was just about to say no, but then I remembered that a few days ago I had turned down a similar offer, which was also very exciting and the pretty lady was really disappointed. Few classified me as a moron and rest as jerk. Yes, only a moron or a jerk like me would refuse to such pretty ladies. At least no IITian would. I was disgraced of not being a IITian any more by a close friend. My pride was at stake and I desperately wanted to earn the honor back, so I decided to suck it up whatever it takes. I said yes, Why not, it’s a great idea.

We met at the movie theater. It was some stupid Hindi movie and none of us were interested in actually watching it. She started talking. By the end of the movie I knew all her friend’s names, their boyfriend’s names, their birth dates, everything she cooked on Friday Saturday and Sunday. Yes, I am a fast learner.
I am a lazy bump. I prefer to stay in my den. I hardly knew any of the roads or crossings. All I knew was the way to Forum and nearest liquor stores. She guided me all the way to the venue. The party had already started. A swimming pool was converted into a dancing floor. The ambience was really fantabulous. I was excited. Then I saw guys and girls standing close to each other and dancing. My legs started trembling. I was scared and really not comfortable. She introduced me to all her friends. Some of them were really beautiful and all of them had a boyfriend to confirm that. She then invited me to dance. I had no escape. I saw everyone dancing around me so even I started jumping. I am terrible when it comes to dancing, especially if I am dancing with a girl. I realized it very soon. If it is all guys, then I can do my Bhangra stuff, but bhangra with girls, and that too on a fast disco number… No, it just doesn’t go. It’s so weird. All the time I was thinking why the hell he doesn’t play some Punjabi song. At last, he played one song that I knew. It’s called “Man Madarasa”. If you belong to IIT Madras then you would definitely know the significance of that. I danced very passionately (as this was my only chance to prove myself) just like a south Indian hero, but this time she had no clue about that song. Embarrassed is the right word here.

I just wanted to get off the dance floor. We broke for dinner. I felt relaxed, and was happy to know that dancing is all over. Apparently her appetite for dancing was not over yet and even the stupid DJ didn’t stop playing those dance numbers. I noticed that she was holding some poly-bag and a purse. I offered her to take care of that so that she can dance freely along with her friends. She requested me to dance but I insisted to take care of her belongings. And there I stood like a fool, holding a ladies purse, people passing by me, staring. This was even more embarrassing. I looked at my watch. Usually the time flies, but today it was crawling. Finally the party ended. We all reached home safely. I finished all the whisky that was left and took this resolution for the New Year…

“If any girl asks me out… my answer would be … NO.”