History Itihas Kahani

I want to find an empty wall where there is no name of the person who built the wall. I want to conquer that land in my dreams and write my name on the wall as the ruler of the lands who brought prosperity to people as sun and moon looked on to admire my rule and all celestial bodies wondered in astonishment at my glory. I want to be the bloody ruler who shed the blood of the innocents as I will justify my murders as defense of my people and my land. Glory to me. I want to write the story of slavery,as the story of domination,story of murderer as the story of saviour, the villain as hero and negatives as positive. Because I am the conquerer. The winner. The Saviour! The cold blooded murderous hero!

This is how history is written. Sad. But brutal reality of the men with bloody sword being equated to divine warriors of righteousness.

While the hero was buried and his tombstone carried a name, countless innocents who lost their lives and did not have a decent burial , cried in one voice from the hell....Glory to you. Glory to you. Glory to you.  Blood Gore and more victory to you.

His Story.

Poem of Victory

I am the mighty  Warrior
Wielding his sword against uncertainties
Of war chaos and human errors

Sword is my Pen
Blood is my ink

I write poems of blood and gore
Sacrifice and Revenge.

Protecting the lives of many
By killing the countless

War is my question of existence
Victory or Loss being the  answer

As I wield my sword to cut heads and stab the unknown soldier to protect my motherland
The blood falling on her fertile soil makes her cry in pain

I am the sinner of countless murders
The hero of  victory and bringer  of
miseries to unknown

I walk down the path of blood and gore
My head held high and soul under shame.

Victory victory victory to thee!

Love is Freedom!

Let your love fly
because love is freedom

let the heart refrain from caging
its' emotions
because emotions have a right of their own

let the boat of love reach destiny on its' own
in tune with the waves of life

let the music be soothing
and heart beat in harmony
to the melody of love
playing in the air

there is love in time and space
divided by our destiny

love of letting go with smile
because love is freedom.
let the love of life be free

Religion of Economist

Here I am again. Within a gap of one week to post again. Who is the reason? I say God is the reason. Yes. God who is within everyone of us... God who is in my friend's heart who specifically raised a question and made me write this.

Here I am, to write about my religion and my God. Yes. Mine. Not yours. This fight for my religion vs your religion, my God vs your god destroyed our earth and hindered the progress of civilizations by many centuries. Leading to war and death. As My hero Vivekananda famously claimed at the parliament of religions , if there was no religious fanaticism the progress of mankind would have been faster.

Who is my God? Is he the all forgiving creature who forgives even the sins of a killer or a rapist? Is he the supporter of bloodshed in the name of religion? Is she mother?Is he father? Is it a thing? Or non existent??

Krishna says in Gita..Whatever the route you take, it finally leads to me. What's important is faith. Not doubt.Vivekananda elaborated on it to call it faith in self. Shankaracharya called it the god within each one of us. He united a divided India in to one to give it the spirit of one nation.
Krishna did it in Mahabharata.
Vivekananda did it in 19th century.

For me my  religion is the all conquering, all accepting India. You can call me a Hindu. Or with whatever name you want. My hero is the saint who travelled to US to  represent Hinduism at the world parliament of religions carrying a book of Christ. That's my Religion.

My Lord is not Allah or Jesus. Neither Krishna or Buddha. Those are the names we chant. My Lord is in the blessings of a mother,father,sibling,teacher,wishes of a pure hearted friend,...

I quote Rig-Veda and end this.
Let good things come to us from all sides.

Chuku buku

Trains!

At 10 :40 pm on Saturday night at the comfort of my home in Pune, I remember trains. Do I miss home? Or train? I am not sure. It's both. Why am I writing this? Reason is my friend. She writes a beautiful post about her getting in to train and travelling home. She makes me feel about it....Oh my friend..Train...

What a great human invention? Aren't our movies incomplete without iconic train scenes? DDLJ,DIL SE,....Many more.

I have loved travelling on trains. Always. If there was one true love in my life it was train journeys...Be it a sleeper class or a 2 tier AC...Every journey has a story to tell. The people you meet, the vendors you see,the noise,the calmness within the chaos, you will become a yogi if you philosophically think about train journeys.
The journey of life....Slow..Fast..In control and on track. You got to handle it well to reach your destination. What a beautiful thought!

Train journeys are romantic. Movies made us restore our faith in love. Movies like DDLJ of course. But I am referring to my all time favorite movie by Suriya. Varanam Ayiram. The scene where he truly madly deeply falls in love with the heroine. The guitar ,non AC  sleeper coach, rain and a beautiful girl. Every teenager who watched that movie hopelessly wished to fall in love over a train journey..Of course not everyone was a guitarist like the hero. Not every girl that comes on train entertains that....Yet for most part of my Mangalore- Chennai days I carried a violin on my train journey....Just in case. Honestly I never found a girl and always slept on my upper berth and read books.  (don't take this seriously. I was a violin student then and had to carry it.)

Books and chai...Best part of my memories of train journeys. Buying a book in railway station, reading it over the journey just taking breaks for food so that I survive and I have finished many novels in my 14 hour journeys on train.. without sleep. Nostalgic about it.

Oh Girl you just made me write a whole post on train journeys.
Thank you so much my friend.

Birth

It starts with the Feud of the fittest
A fight between the millions
As only the chosen one reaches the destiny
The mark of love between two halves to become one.

The other half waiting in its wings
From times immemorial
To embrace me and create me
As the one to mark the beginning
Of a journey the story you'll hear from me

As I become an entity I  cling to the wall
Waiting to grow my heart my mind and my body
To become a temple for the soul

This is the beginning of a long meditation
In the sanctum sanctorum of creation
As moments pass into hours and hours into days into weeks 

The soul slowly recognises the existence
Of a greater being
As I become one entity and float in the ocean of love wildly kicking the walls that are protecting me I hear her speak to me

The voice of the Unknown
The reason of my existence my universe
I don't know what to call her..
I don't know how long will I be here in her protective temple

As the chord that binds me to her feeds me the nectar of love I wait impatiently hearing the outside noise
To go out and see the world out there
To be freed from this world that has been my existence from day one..

To see her..to feel her protective presence.
To see the mother of my  universe hold me in her hands..

Then the time arrives
My world starts turning upside down
In a battle between what binds me inside her and what frees me I find the way to go outside..the way I came in as a soul.

I hear wild cries from her and in the process of my freedom I lose my senses and all I know now is movement of my body finding its way to freedom

As the lights flash on my face I cry
The cry of freedom achieved from the sanctum sanctorum of creation
As the protective mother holds me tightly and kisses me softly and feeds me the nectar of love I become one with the world..

Open Letter to Arvind Kejriwal and United Opposition parties of India

Respected Chief Minister of Delhi Sri Arvind Kejriwal ji and your pack of supporters in united opposition

I am writing this letter in response to your revolutionary idea of bringing political revolution in India. You had the blessings of Anna Hazare and other anti corruption crusaders when you launched your political party for the common man. You gave an impression of being a change agent and in this age you were a rare educated public servant to quit his secure job and work for the people's cause. Then a strange thing happened. You became the chief minister of a city state with outside support of a party that you considered the biggest reason for corruption in India and you resigned after 49 days. Your vision now was to change India and you wanted to be the prime minister of this country and you fought against Sri Modiji from Varanasi and lost in the election. This led to an honest crusader turned politician get sleepless nights to avenge the loss and you focussed again on Delhi.

Your campaign in Delhi Elections was so great that you won a landslide victory that you termed as a victory against divisive forces and corrupt politicians and people's anger against Modiji. Everyone called you a champion and challenger to Modiji. From then onwards your habit of remaining in news started with constant criticism against the prime minister of India just so that you can remain in news. Your thirst for publicity resulted in negligence of administration and you focussed solely on confrontation  with central government and lieutenant governor neglecting your core voter base-the common man.

The opposition hailed you as a hero and continues to call you so even today because you share a rare gene of opposing anything proposed by central government. Everything was fine until the Uttar Pradesh election results came out. Until then you believed in the power of democracy. But the frustration of Miss Mayavati in UP led to allegations of EVM tampering. Suddenly there was a new hope for you. Your loss in Punjab had to be blamed on someone. There were not enough scapegoats in your party. So you decided to join the pack of ignorant politicians to fight against Election commission.

Mr Chief Minister and your friends in the  opposition, Let's agree Electronic Voting Machines were tampered by the election commission of India and BJP paid them to do so. I am glad you had the vision to understand such a novel concept so clearly. Now I need answers for a few simple questions. Who asked Election commission to tamper with the machines when your dear friend didi Mamtha Bannerjee won land slide victory in West Bengal last year?  Lt Selvi Jayalalitha from Tamil Nadu, Comrade Sri Pinarayi Vijayan in Kerala, Maharaja Captain Amarinder Singh in Punjab,the chief of mahagathabandhan Sri Nitish Kumar in Bihar, and most importantly his highness King of Kings Sri Arvind Kejriwal ji that's you in Delhi Elections. Let's debate openly as to how much was paid by each of you to Election Commission to win your respective elections. Then we can decide how to punish them and teach a lesson to Sri Modiji. I understand that you are an intelligent honest law abiding citizen of India whose integrity is unquestionable(some say your authority too). In your free time when you are free from all your worries please try to answer my question if you understand it.We need more entertainers like you.

Regards
Chyavan Mallya -Aam Aadmi of Bharat Varsh.