Say a Little Prayer! A compelling read.

 

Om shanti…
Om shanti…
Om.
Chant. Recite. Scream.
Scream Loud.

Hello, anyone in there?
Can you hear me?
Its me. Hellos…

Ever wondered does God hear us? Do our prayers reach him? Since childhood our deep-rooted cultures taught us to pray. Prayers upon the first rise, prayers for the first morsel, prayers before bed. Prayers say it all.

‘Prayers’ – the tiny messengers to God.

From my kidding days to greying today, I’ve mastered my prayers thoroughly. As time grew my mental maths got much weaker but my prayers grew larger and stronger. Unshakable pillars engraved inside me, I guess.

 Truly undisputed. Aren’t they?

What is a Prayer?
It often makes me ponder. On a simplified note I’d rather say its my heartfelt convo with my 3.00 am buddy – God. Also it could be some kinda group talkathon which reels loud mantras and shlokas in bold chants. Is it a propaganda too of the societal rights and the wrongs we follow. Can prayer be ‘The spiritual habitat?’

Can a prayer compel me to look deep within and know the real me?

Prayer with Technology
Today, everything comes at our comfort lap. We need not seek hibernation in Himalayas and meditate with penance for days and months to reach out to God. Google Apps saved us. Our lives are much sorted. Technology helps us bridge the gap. Prayer is more of an User experience (UX) today. With the flexibility in its nature it offers an adaptable interface. One can program it and re-program it much to his/her suitable needs. All it takes is a simple tweet with a send button no matter where you are. The scores pomp a million views with a thousand likes on your desktop. I’m sure it has reached the palmtop of God too and now your prayer ought to be answered in a quickie.

 Are we nurturing a generation of mockery to follow the wisdom of Ai rather than the power of our own heartfelt?

I am stalking God
I follow God everywhere. Why? Because I fear. My fear is gripped tight underneath my heels and takes me places far and near. The dilemma of ‘What ifs’ is a choco-block in my head. Am I inviting some bad episode? Its like a game. One rule missed and the bad omen gets a ‘life’. The fear allows me to trade with God. Commerce is in my DNA. Bargains and exchanges become the primary oaths of my prayer.

 Am I challenging the very being of God and the immortal strength in prayers?

I am an Atheist
I don’t pray. I don’t believe in it. I don’t know its type. The non-prayer is my real type – my true religion. That’s my pattern. Prayer ain’t in captivity but in liberation. Prayer lies in a simple connect with the nature. The painter is an atheist. He hyms a prayer with his abstract. He worships the hues of his palette. His picture paints beautiful dots with God. The writer is an atheist. His pen conveys volumes of meaningful and desired conversations with God. The yogi is an atheist. His meditation is a path of zen to God. The warrior is an atheist. Courage is his release. And the strength to knock life back in its boots is his sole path to God.

To me prayer is what I send as a signal wave in nature and in return mother nature gifts it back to me. Prayer is in chaos and love, both. Its in a gentle smile, a warm hug and a cheeky peck of simple love. It’s a loud unheard voice of my inner silence. It’s the small humdrum of my soulspeak. Prayer is the faith of my will. It’s a discipline that I strictly follow obey its rules by heart. Its in the sublime power to submit to the light of my inner self and come in unison with the outer cosmos. Prayer is to heal me with my rights and wrongs of life. I call it my safety belt – my very own being.

I ring a prayer everyday. Do you?

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Kaabil – The Able Mind!

Main aisa kyon hoon?
Main waisa kyon hoon?
Aksar main sochu yoonh…

Raaton ko na soye…
Lootera koi churaiye chain,
Khuli potli… nikli toli,
Shikayat bani badi kahaani.

Kyon na aage badha…
Maksat ne mukam ko choda,
Haar bhi lagi itni nyaari,
Main bana ‘Mr. Sthaayi.’

Maa ki daat chila ke boli,
Teacher ki maar zor se padi,
Pitaji ne phir haari baazi,
Dost ne bhi de di gaali.

Din bane hafte,
Aur hafte beetein saal,
Mann se goonji ek pukar,
Arz kar pyaare… ‘kaabil’ mere bhai.

Phir ek din aaya,
Naya daur laya,
Chal uth mere sher,
Bola… Main hoon kaabil.

Mann ka kona tatol,
Oorja ki kiran ko khol,
Bana apni raah khud,
Aisi soch tu bol.

Tera aks hoon main,
Saamne khada hoon main,
Thoda bheetar jaankh,
Apni manzil ko talash.

Aao nayi umang rache,
Jag ki rekha ko jode,
Khwaab jaga hoonar ka,
Hounsla bana laajawab.

Band moothi ki duniya choti,
Khuli hatheli ka aasmaan niraala,
Alag soch ka banja taara,
Kaabil hai; maa ka laadla.

Main aisa kyon hoon?
Main waisa kyon hoon?
Kore panno pe likhu yoonh…
Main ‘Kaabil.’
Kaabil meri soch.
Soch se rahe pehchaan.
Pehchaan se saara zamaana.
Zamaane se aage main.
Mujhse meri zindagi.
Zindagi se mera wajud.
Wajud se mera kaam.
Kaam se mera naam.

I am the Rebel

Perched on a dark cliff,
Inside the dense woods,
I meet a petite robin,
Donned in an amber hood.

He dives into the deep sea,
Fears no dead waves,
Shores back to n fro,
Anchoring firm on his rising fins.

He braves the scarlet roads,
Masks a warrior demon,
Combats tall in grim battles,
Conquering scars on gliding bows.

The call of silence awakens him,
The sound of dream beckons him,
He is the untamed.
Born now, he is the ‘Rebel.’

To the conviction,
To the faith,
He paints the abstract.
He is the Rebel.

To the passion,
To the cause,
He rides his belief.
He is the Rebel.

To the origin,
To the pattern,
He ain’t lie morbid.
He is the Rebel.

To the price,
To the reward,
He reigns the hat.
He is the Rebel.

To the force,
To the strength,
He masters his choice,
He is the Rebel.

He is guts.
He is glory.
He is legend.
He is the story.
He is the Rebel.

He is substance.
He is existence.
He is freedom.
He is immortal.
He is inside me.
I am the ‘Rebel.’

Maai ki dua!

Ek des mera,
Ek gaon mera,
Gaon mein rehti meri maai,
Saath na chootein kabhi tera,
Dua kare yeh meri maai.

Kudrat teri paanch oongli,
Bhinn soch paanchon ki,
Band karlu moothi banjaye,
Saath na tootein ek moothi ka,
Dua kare yeh meri maai.

Sar zameen ko salaam mera,
Raah meri maine hai chooni,
Modh na le alag inn raaston ka,
Saath na badlein dishaaon ka,
Dua kare yeh meri maai.

Samundar teri khoob badi gehrai,
Pyaas alag sabke mann ko bhaayie,
Dhaara yunh behti banke Ganga,
Saath na ruke tere boondon ka,
Dua kare yeh meri maai.

Gulshan khile baghbaan ka,
Khooshboo bani rajnigandha ki,
Kesariya rang bikhra baadal mein,
Saath na mitein sugandh ka,
Dua kare yeh meri maai.

Vichaar alag, bhasha anek,
Basera wahi sabka ek,
Lehrata tiranga gagan mein rang laya,
Saath na bhoolein mitti ke lahu ka,
Dua kare yeh meri maai.

First Kiss! – On Fire Cultural Movement page on Facebook (Week 4 Poetry)

Halki hawa ka jhoka aaya,
Mohabbat ka toofan laaya,
Preet bano tum meri,
Honton se jo choo lo tum.

Udta hara dupatta tera,
Lipta neele aasman ko,
Khanakti kangan main thaam lu,
Honton se jo choo lo tum.

Reshami zulfein mahek laaye,
Rang isha ka yunhi lehraye,
Saaz koi chedu dil ke kone ka,
Honton se jo choo lo tum.

Bekarar dil ki awaaz sunn,
Sailaab jazbaaton ka behne do,
Ban jao tum wajah mere ehsaas ki,
Honton se jo choo lo tum.

Nasha! – Love Intoxicated

Dhuaan iss hawa mein,
Mehek teri mere mann mein,
Uff, yeh kya ho gaya,
Benakab hua nasha,
Pyaar ka iss dil mein.

Gulabi rang kyon chaaya…,
Armaan honton se takraya,
Uff, yeh kya mehfil hai,
Bechain hua nasha,
Jazbaaton ka iss khayaal mein.

Jaadu tere husn ka,
Ada meri madhoshi ka,
Uff, yeh kya khoobsoorti hai,
Qayamat hua nasha,
Raat ki iss jawaani mein.

Reshmi toofan aaya,
Aankhon se paigam laya,
Uff, yeh kya masti hai,
Humsafar hua nasha,
Meethe rishton ka iss palkon mein.

Faaslon ka mukam aaya,
Teri umeed ka maahol laya,
Uff, yeh kya kalma padha,
Ishq hua nasha,
Mazahab dhadktein dilon mein.

Mulakat hui jab dard se,
Kashish lipti tere ehsaas se,
Uff, yeh kya bhool hai,
Zindagai hua nasha,
Maseeha dua ka sulagti rooh mein.

 

Have I met you lately?

It was a beautiful rainy day when I met this old friend of mine. Discovering him all over again through our soft chatters I realized he had indeed grown real tall in his stature. His success story brought a sparkle of happiness in my eyes. The inspiring dynamo he carried had outlived the rough testament of time. Life handed sour lemons with a handful of helluva odds, but he beat them all and reached atop perching the peak of the mighty corporate cliff.

Life began…

Leaving the best practices of international waters, he chose to move to a small town in Gujarat, India where he nested happily for a decade in his lovely cozy life. Nurturing a big dream of a prosperous life he ventured deep into the prospects of a healthy entrepreneurship. Time flew by and the day came when reality dawned. It ain’t a bed of roses, rather a heavy toil, millions of sleepless nights and a 100 ton weight on the bandwidth of just two tiny shoulders. Negative calculations popped onto the mind surface. The risks didn’t pay well. The recklessness ballooned and the need of the hour shouted loud in practical awakening, “Hey, dude don’t be a fool, its time u switch”.

Life’s calling…

With a backpack and a wind-up to cozy Gujarat, he sailed to the land of a billion dreams – Mumbai. Aamchi Mumbai as the loving proud Mumbaikar calls it, is the place that embraces different hierarchys’ and various cultures in one unison. It has a large heart to absorb all sorrows and still stay afloat with a wonderful smile. Now, began the life of corporate culture. Not entrepreneurship anymore, but a 9.00 am to a never ending long day job started. Technically the day has 24 hours but each day outstretched to 48 or maybe 72 hours. The journey of severe toil and sweet sweat ran a race on its wheels. Having his back leaned against the firm wall he knew only one direction – ‘Way forward.’ Slowly and steadily he started rising the path of good recognition. Success crossed his roads placing him to the milestones of a stable life. Material pleasures came in the list of reachable limits and holidaying seasons became the year-on-year calendar events. Time shone in its good spirits and life beckoned for greater achievements. The confidence poised on a plane of a higher pedestal – ‘Stability.’ The much aspired comfortable position.
Woah man! Indeed a remarkable journey.
Finally, the stability is back in life.

The unstable state of stability…

Everyday seemed calm, peaceful and life set a pattern of a stable routine. The design of ‘the same’ put one to a relaxing lap of a slow comfort zone. After all, what else do u want when the age bar crosses over a 50. The wishful thinking conveyed merry thoughts of, “I guess I have worked hard enough and its time I merit the harvest.” Happiness dwelled in the corner of the heart within a nutshell ‘stability’. Then, came a day when the winds swayed in different directions. The rules of the corporate culture changed. New shifts in paradigms waved in. “Hey Mr. the investment of your hard work has ripened. De-attach from it, serve the mass and let them rejoice its sweetness. Go guy, plant another tree now. Here are the seeds. Sow them. Build your new toil in a barren land. Field it and let grass green again.” This is Corporate Management. At the onset I was happy as one more challenge in my stride. But at the same time the inside of me got my nerves shaking. The thought of cross over a 50 got me trembling. That’s tagged on my age bar now. The meriting stability as a fruit of all these years of sheer hard work had sunk in the right of my brain. My logical left kinda fell dead to think ahead. Don’t I deserve stability?
Life, then was young. I was so raw and tender. I could plunge and pull all the strings out. Now I have crossed the benchmark of a 50. My limbs are growing weak. My spirit is becoming numb. My mind needs some sweet slumber. Is my stability on a raid? Will I be able to do it again?

Yes I can…

“I am a go getter. Age is just a number dude” peeked my innervoice. The very fact that my mind is running a rat race of wills’ and wont’s is the first sign of ‘stability’. My high speed 5G thinking of how to go about doing this is the start of my stability. The mind is alive and my thinking cap is on. New ideas are trending again to become my real currency. The voltage of my current is set back to its original dynamo. I am ready to roll. I am a lover of Steve Jobs’ – Apple. It’s technicality allows only 1 Undo. Well guys, that’s life too. Only 1 Undo to revert back or choose to head ahead for a brand new journey making more inventions. My faith is embarked on a plane of inner solo strength. My resolve is firm in its nature. I ain’t naive anymore to the time and its trials. My conviction is my backbone. I am the cliffhanger of my own life. I can cross many a mountain tops once again. Such is the strength of my powerful mind. I am unbeatable. I am stable. I call this my ‘Real Stablility’. As far as I am alive and ticking fast I am stable. The moment I stop ticking I am a victim of coma. I am dead then. I am so glad once again life brought me to this reinvent-me junction and repeat the same stanza, “Have I met you lately?”

The stable answer is, ‘Yes, I have’.

 

 

 

think, ‘Why Not’

Holy shit, that’s a rolling jolt. Is it really like this? Why can’t it be changed? Why am I poked every time? Why should I do this? Why shouldn’t I do this? Why should I follow the norms? Why can’t I break the rules? Why can’t I choose what’s to be generally avoided?

Life is full of cans and cannots. We are circumferenced with the should dos and the shouldn’t dos around us. The genset of common man runs deep down in the reign of the so called rational thinking of can dos and should dos. Since childhood our minds are puppeted to follow the same chase. Our creative minds are shut with a big slam! The thinker LEFT of our brain is bolted tight ‘Shut up dude & close down’.

I ignore all.
I choose disruption.
I change the paradigm.
I set my own rhythm.
I sit and think, ‘Why Not’.

It gives me a chance to risk the tested flow of rational and walk on the irrationals. It brings me closer to design my own path of being rational. It yields me immense gain as I challenge my own thoughts and come with path breaking solutions. Yes friends, in today’s world where everything is automated and robotic in nature, ‘idea’ is the only unique thing, which rides on the autopilot mode. All it requires, is a little gut in you with some basic maths.
I call it the think ‘Why Not’ App.

The capacity of our human brain is empowered with the most high quality superficia. We can actually compel our mind to tune to almost everything. Unfortunately the human brain is used only 10% vis-à-vis its original capacity. A human brain can store upto 4.7 billion books worth material in its time. Today, we have stopped questioning our own self. We have succumbed to the vegetative state. The coma state is far more appealing to us as we are spoon fed with all ready mades through external feeds. With the help of a small click the world is brought to our desk. Its time we wake up and sensitize the powerful efficiency within us and maximize to its full potential.

The circle of life is filled with wise old men. At every juncture we claim guidance to choose the thin line between why this and why not this. Isn’t it a difficult choice? Before we experience the journey of merits and demerits of our own choice the goalpost is pre-decided. We have become naive in origin.

But what if I disregard the guidance of the wise old men? What happens next?

I think I have the courage to follow my own instincts. I hear my inner self and make my own choice. I feel I am sorted for now. I choose the ‘Why Not’ choice. I am welcomed with a shock. I crash. I tumble. I fall. My choice proved to be futile. It sounded worthless. For a moment I feel, what if I had heard the wise old men?

I clear my thoughts and I still get up. Gripped with the will power of my gut, I choose to walk on my two again. My resolve is much stronger now. I have become firm in nature. This time my brain works better to beat the normal preset capacity of 10%. Its ticking fast. It signals me – go for it. My neurons are jumping in a race to challenge its pace. I continue to brave the uncertainty. Let time not master you. You master the time. This time I do my homework better. I pen and paper my unique idea. My checklist is much more filtered. My maths is better calculated. I am equipped to take the plunge again. My risk is the investment of my booty. The tumble actually made me introspect within to be grounded in the league of ups and downs. With my back leaned against the wall I decided to stay ahead of the curve. I weeded out the humdrum of clutter. The stir of clean air took me ahead. My fear transformed into the confidence of my abilities. I explore the unexplored. I open up more opportunities. The perspective of my paths started becoming clear. The lull has disappeared. My productivity is poised to boost and my growth is contagious. My solo trip on risk is the initial EMI of my long term ROI. Finally my goal has shone light. Now, I am towards the definition of my own carved success. I am cent percent sure I’ll reach the pinnacle.

All this happened because I chose think, ‘Why Not’.

This read is dedicated to the iron lady who has been my guide and philosopher in the testimony of time.
Heartfelt Thank You – Mrs. Usha Tanna

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