God's Particle

God must be crazy and if it’s not god… who is accountable?…. Phew….. maybe it’s god’s particle. Recently a cluster of scientists enthusiastically acclaimed exposure of mighty god’s particle. Maybe they are true or may not be, but it sets up the same terrestrial phenomenon again, maybe secretly inside hearts at this time. However beliefs of a scientist can be manipulated. And the upholders and the protestors of an approved verdict is a terrestrial phenomenon. Meanwhile the Brahm of the god’s particle remains unnamed.

Only god keeps playing. Life is a play for people inhabited in comfort zones and more like a resistance for settles of shooting gallery however who enjoy more remains unenlightened, but when it comes to concede a defeat, maximum antagonism apparently appears inside fortunate flank. A life interweaved with play inter alia germinates a plant of blunder, Seduction to Prevail; a dirty secret of evolution; and this secrete is concealed in every tissue and each single cell of a living being of this muddy constellation. And the secret way to conclude this misery is still confined within few mystic ascetics of this hugger-mugger sphere. And human tilt towards pushing things out of proportion. And even when we play casually we hardly imagine a defeat. Kids play because they do their duty and adults play because they fed up with their duties.

There is definitely something in renunciation. Modern Indian sinisters and doubles relish themselves to be called descendants of Chanakya. Chanakya was bigger than life, a man of his words, who walked his talk. Modern players perhaps got confused with the subtlety of complex words and started talking their walk instead of walking their talk.

No matter how hardly Orange tries to become Maroon, he can’t be because he is only a juncture in a fruit’s lifespan. Bhagwa (Maroon) is religious color of Indians; a color that burns away the darkness, a genuine indicator of pure energy, a fire; the same energy that converted a pinpoint into an infinite universe in less than a millisecond (a hundredth of a second) and all the moons and starts derived from the same energy.

How could one live a life king size thinking only moons and starts is also a matter of reflection; it’s not too late, but too little. Moon has already been conquered and conquering a star will always been a daydream in extant………………………………

Oops…. I don’t know what I have written…………………………….. I always feel that the major weapon of an artist or a writer is his subconscious………………………….. and how to exactly link with it remains unenlightened at least for me………………………. when thoughts starts infesting, it pours out…………... and the god's particle inside me persuading me to stop writing right now and empty the chair by giving me a back pain…..

Think big

Brajesh…….

The Dead End

23 August 2012 Mumbai

23 August 2012 Mumbai

23 August 2012 Mumbai

Burning India

Today, when I looked up into the sky a strange spec plopped into my mentation “what if those devil clouds are being impregnated with ferocious slag instead of water fossils.”  Are they going to burn this elegant, ultramodern, sophisticated city or are they going to submerge it? However I am going to bleed money somewise. I always hated these dark, infernal demons. Why don’t they dye?

Its decades back when I visited Afghanistan. I preyed all unschooled, antisocial, barbaric rudiments. And years after they only blame me for their social holocaust. Those miserable clouds returned. Hurt and anguished I, decided to leave them alone with their agony. But whenever I see an opportunity, to improve societies and their economical stature, I find myself helpless and I run.

And now I am in Indiaah. Circumstances are strange up here. Yesterday I heard a saint preaching his followers “In the absence of wisdom, the physical and material things we adore as our own, later become uninteresting, dry, and exasperating and far later become bothersome.” I find it malicious and contagious; it gives me nightmares.  But as these nightmares were not enough, today I got a troublemaker that one of my houses were bombed. How’s that possible? After all, those clouds are not permitted back there.

However up here I was reading a sacred book; Lord Krishna coached Arjuna to carnage his own siblings and descendants on behalf of truth. I find it alien, even some of my brother and sister Indians find this alien. And even if for a moment I accept this as a truth, can you instruct me how come and where I search Lord Krishna in this modern era to lecture me; No don’t try to lecture me further, it’s terrifying. I am already distressed. Today few Naxals killed some of my brothers and sisters up here. Uff… these nasty clouds always prey my slaves.

Rudiments keep crying for their tradition, farmers don’t want to be industrialists, Gandhians are glued with morality and values, saints are attached with god once and for all and on… and on…. and on…. Clouds are already emitting slag up here. My sufferings are endless. But I shall do what I want to do. Stop me if you can!!

However dissipated by distress, grief, and misery, I forgot to introduce myself. I am your neighbour greed, but you can’t recognize me because I dye.

Monsoon

Monsoon  has arrived. One said if we are not suffering from a problem then we create one. Yesterday whilst travelling via bus as I started counting travellers arriving and departing; twenty five entered and twenty ousted and I was twenty first. By nature, only a turbulent enjoys the chaotic circumstances and rest enjoy the progression of cease fire, fantasizing frigidity or at least re-enunciation. Gandhi criticized the condition of public transportation in India and the circumstances under which mass of people travelled through it in his time; however, conditions are more or less analogous in this time as well. Let’s come back to the shebang; over a period of twenty years I asked a synonymous question to at least ten people and all of them diagnosed a lion within themselves and many more declares their self-styled secret willingly in applicable or inapplicable circumstances.

Meanwhile Monsoon has arrived; hoped-for in urban and a carnival in parochial India; meanwhile inauspicious for pickpockets; uncanny as well for stained soles and vicious snitchers and nosers. Meanwhile Monsoon leaves out India in two apocarpous allotments; one flooded and another rainless, and perhaps third as prosperous. Hope nature pours out lesser dichotomy this season. Meanwhile needy ants have been come out of their eyelets to celebrate the Monsoon and to grab their compassion, and their right as well. An ant reminds a brainy a daredevil. An ant delimitates between a lion and a self-styled lion.

Colourful umbrellas have been come out of their cemeteries again, the second most famous broadcaster of Monsoon after frogs; found ubiquitously effacing the lines between urban and pastoral, deprived and privileged, and genders as well; colours may differ, basic exigencies are same. And those deep black, sky-high vapours are the most obvious announcers of the Monsoon, overflowing every single pit indiscriminately and non-discriminatory. Many get wet in icy water and many more fell down on slippery earth and a few take a dip in invisible gutters and few take advantage and show up and more and more unsurprisingly never show up. Who fell, slipped, got drenched would outshine their preceding experience just to be outshined by the next Monsoon.

The frogs who took a chance will swim in open water free, but vulnerable and who didn’t show up will remain protected and safe in their well, a point of view however.

Few stills of Monsoon from my camera lenses. 

A Graceful view of Hindu Temple. Mighty Monsoon clouds up in the sky. [Mumbai 16/06/2012]

Raging Clouds over the city [Mumbai 15/06/2012]

City trees waiting for Monsoon. Clouds finally arrived. [Mumbai 15/06/2012]

Happy Monsoon.....

Brajesh Kumar

Letter to Brain

My Dear Brain,

Received your letter. War is still on. I know you are in the battle ground combating and killing; even the ones I can’t imagine to ponder on. But I feel and suffer your exasperation when you retaliate at me and it makes me think of our proximity with twisted tongue and restless leg. Devastation of one becomes amusement for another; but this will only be a misapprehension in our case. Meanwhile you are free to sense my sagacity the way you want to sense as I don’t know for how long you would be able to retaliate and for how long you are free to considering the facts superficially and making a finial opinion.

You say you enjoy absolute authority; but this is only a misapprehension in your case. Are you sure you are an absolute conqueror? If so, you would have not been an incessant warrior. It must be ended now and if not there would be a question mark on your subsistence. Hundred and thousands of years have been gone by since we came into existence, now even I am enamoured to know who is the invincible, camouflaged contradictor and where is the war zone and most importantly what spurs you up to fight this senseless, desperate, and pointless war. Obviously, I doubt your intention.

We are destined to be together forever, but it’s time to face off. I am static, but vibrant and you are dynamic, but recreant. I incriminate you for rascality. Creator had distributed our roles very distinctively and your role was only to feed me and I accuse, you poisoned me. And since I find a “breach of faith” done on your side, I cease your authority to pass on your contemplations to me and will continue to do so in the future.   

                                                           My dear brain, I am your owner.

A Path Forgotten

I wonder often which state of affairs can be more painful – a condition where one is vehemently detached from the safety cycle of his ethnicity or traditions or is it when one judiciously tries to shift into dissimilar safety cycle. Opinions of an ethnically rehabilitated being are like unmatched progeny, everyone doubts, even its original creator. We oftentimes hear and utter “time is the best healer or everything happens for good,” but plain quotes don’t heal the pain of a dream unfulfilled. It never heals regardless of shifting of faith once or time after time.

Secret is hidden somewhere behind the curtains of evolution. Change of faith exemplifies only quick fix intensification, but evolution has never been an approver of quick fix phenomena. Evolution designs its own creative path surreptitiously; may it be tedious and incommodious, but ideal and supplies endurance only to those creations that follow its trail. And at this juncture, mankind’s self confronts with evolutions’ method of growth. Short-aged mankind have always had fantasized formulas and theories that defy the evolutions’ phenomenon, only to be turned into cinder in the fire factory of evolution.

But it seems as mankind is being magnetized towards shortcuts. Each generation of shoddiest fantasizes it in its own way and selects its own sophistry to back its baloney. Modern gurus and their sophistries are being served to us as panacea; facts taken from elsewhere, placed in a new label, crafted and dished up to execute someone else’s crafty scheme on the name of modern age intellection. Perplexity arises when after all divine preachings is done, they say “you need to be politically correct.” In the muck of politics, there is no single act of enormity and cheapness that cannot be justified through argument.

And who dares to claim that he is hundred percent right. On a volatile earth where strength ratio of 0.1% more or less decides survival or elimination of a whole species, who dares to guarantee a definite triumph, may only be a psychologically or morally bankrupt I think. It’s confusing and it always was until we don’t look back to evolution. Looking back is not always as detrimental as it has been proved to be. Sometimes answers can be found at a place unexpected.

Need To Overcome Pseudo Intelligence.

An Endless Trip

We call him Mahatma; of course he was. But Mahatma Gandhi himself said “if I can do then even a child can do this.” A man who believed on his inner belief as immensely as his tiny belief turned into a new universal truth.

Even universe itself was tiny when it took birth; as tiny as a dot. Then it grew up. Unlike a detector who keeps all authorities in his sack, universe decentralizes its powers. Instead of fighting itself, it singles out one of its creations to fight for its authority. Even universe itself is out-and-outer.

Hunter becomes a prey and a prey evolves as a hunter. It’s always interesting to observe how it works. Everything moves in a sphere. A sphere reminds me of earth and its spherical path around the sun and even sun is a sphere and all the stars, planets, and satellites are spherical. Earth itself is a degenerated sphere. Why universe created its every creative and enduring structure as a sphere out of its immense influence and colossal imagination? Lord Krishna preached Arjuna whilst the legendary war of Mahabharata that life and death is a process that follows a spherical path; needless to say every event irrespective of major or minor follows the same route.

There is no route survives out of this sphere and no branch runs away from it. A dominant thinks otherwise. Nature creates rules and human breaks them; never tries to improve. A guilty night and day thinks that once after committing the guilt, he will spend his rest of life in comfort, sadly it never happens. Then a sadist thought creeps from nowhere to realize us that we all have been left here forever to revolve incessantly inside this sphere. Absolutely this is nothing more than a misunderstood retort of human spirit against its own essence. But sometimes it becomes hard to control these improbable apprehensions….but disquieting universe never allows its creations to relax. Even thoughts revolve…

Does finality really exist? You may disagree, but I doubt. There is no last event. There is no end result. There is no final thought. Most welcomed becomes most disgusted and the most disgusted evolves as most welcomed.

Oftentimes it causes dizziness, but it’s way of life.

Keep revolving.

At The Lowest Point

Depths of brain…take a deep breath. It’s mysterious.

The prime target of mentally wicked creatures is their opponent’s mental peace. This trick is repeated as many times as it has become a norm. Times when human being gathered the courage to fight against barbarism and achieve civilization, every genius hated the norms and dared to do unimaginable again, again, and again; but unfortunately their courage always struggled to establish itself as a norm, even in the civilized world. Dare is an experience pervaded in this universe, however, emblematically. It vanishes with tiniest doubt if succeeds to intrude into our subconscious.

Come back to the matter. Brain curves for only once to a particular angle to never come back at its neutral position. Obviously it’s hurtful, emotional, and devastating for an innocent when attacked psychologically, but a wicked hardly knows that even her mental status wrecks with every single encounter with wickedness. Rules of physics are same everywhere, even inside the mysterious depths of the brain. If there is an action, there must be a reaction; words of Sir Isaac Newton. May be this is my stupidity; I have always had a meager in physics… or perhaps ignorant.

Alarming is the extinction of knowledge. Once upon a time our mighty ancestors sacrificed everything to collect knowledge and now human beings are ready to sacrifice every knowledge to collect everything. Having installed evil and obnoxiousness into brain he perceives every finger that rises pointed towards him; perhaps an illusion of devastated brain, however, it seems like rules of nature plays its part precisely.

Psychologists have proved that victims of fatal attacks, when asked, describe the offenders more dangerous in appearance and more aggressive in behavior than they actually were. A mentalist knows this better than anyone else; however, I leave this matter apart to discuss it in future until I become fully familiar with this and till that time the matter remains of no use for me, but stored somewhere inside my brain to be processed again, again, and again. Depths of brain are mysterious, but brain always tries to solve mysteries...strange…yet again - a paradox of universe… isn’t it?

Forget mentally wicked creatures and their petty conspiracies against thinking, even thinking itself can become scary when mysteries remain unsolved. I have heard mighty universe has installed wisdom in the depths of brain itself. ….. Need to travel at the lowest point of it.

 

However visiting lowest part of a depth unknown is scary in itself.

Best of luck.

The Biggest Battle

It’s 11:30 o’clock night, I started writing, not because I am an intense writer or my readers were desperate to read my literature, it’s just because I wanted to have a deep sleep. Perhaps all of you have heard countless time since childhood that only a satisfied man can be a prosperous man, so obviously only a prosperous man can enjoy a deep sleep; here a gigantic question arrives in countless brains - does a prosperous man really live on this earth?  Then a compulsion, hiding somewhere behind countless brains and hearts, to know the truth accelerates itself reluctantly. And then the legendary journey begins.

Each of us walks this path of ordeal at a point in our long or short lifespan for a longer or a sorter period of times. And I can say that 100% of us succumb and you can protect my position by saying theoretically 90% is supposed to be equal to 100%; however, it’s only my intuition that decides whether a particular ideology is truthful or otherwise. However oftentimes in earlier world as well as in newer, the word ‘intuition’ has been disdained and suppressed by greed, hate, and ego. But again it’s only your intuition that is going to decide who is being disdained and who is being admired.

In a battle of villains, only a villain can win and in a battle of human intuition, only a wiser intuition conquers,. And it’s only our intuition, which is going to decide which battle we are going to fight. Nonetheless it’s only you who is going to decide weather to fight or otherwise. But you can’t escape the ordeal, no matter how good your managing skills are. Better to have intuition.

Then there is section of people who doesn’t believe in ideology, there is a section of succumbed people who gave up only to being a tiny prey in the jaws of greed, hate, and ego, there is a section of people who laugh louder only to hide their failure. Nobody desires to prove his/her decision a failure of intelligence, but better to have intuition.

Keep Thinking.

This blog is devoted to a genius named Albert Einstein.

Let It Be

Just spent a day without outer disturbances, I mean I just tired again to regain my internal peace after five days of soul-crushing interaction with outer world. I don’t know why I find interacting with others acidic in taste. I feel dizzy whilst interactions, although, they say social interaction is very important for growth. But I find it nauseous and I scare one day my stomach would puke in the middle of them regardless of their feelings. Although only their insanity would be responsible for this, at least I think this way. But I followed every protocol of keeping them happy then what went wrong?

But it’s not your problem. It’s your mistake that you accepted that, I say this mistake because talking your heart has become a crime; although, they keep teaching you talk your heart, at least in textbooks; although, those textbooks they sold to earn money, those good words they pretended to teach you to make themselves bigger in your eyes when you were small; it’s your mistake you accepted those words as truth. And it’s that training that you inherited when collides with so called practical world, your original thinking process you inherited as a child revolts leaving you in a condition called thought congestion and then they teach you to “be practical,” although it’s only they who taught to be true. And in this process they create a thinking tank to fire one day only on themselves and often they name their own creations criminal, murderer, rapist, frantic, and a list of abusive names. At least I think this way.

I just used a word “abuses.” Over the last few days I am forced to think of this word. How these abusive words originated and why these abusive words originated? Is it only to express their anger against so called offenders or something else very specious? Of course it releases frustration and as a wise man you can use it. But as far as I know it’s not our nature in general to give someone a special title or reward or even ridicule someone without a profit. And with this thought, my thought process force me think about those so called wise people who find their faces shining and their chests bulging when someone calls them by a special title. Don’t you think these so called big titles restrict or force a person to work and think in a limited circle… otherwise so called abusive words are always ready to humiliate them.

Then the word humiliation comes into my thoughts and then its opponent admiration and my thoughts go on.

When I started writing this blog I thought of writing something else and you can find it even if you casually look back at first few lines and then my unlimited, crazy thoughts started wandering and I decided to let it be. Trouble is that my thoughts starts wandering at nights, however, I still enjoy them. And then I think if these unlimited thoughts make me happy then why I restrict myself in a circle of so called big titles. So if next time someone gives you a special title and calls you ‘sir,’ think otherwise. At least I am going to think twice.

And my thoughts go on and I let it be.

But you think twice.

Social Media: A New Hope for India

Social Media: A New Hope for India

Indian politics is the biggest victim of corruption. Everybody knows this in India, even a kid. But this is no new news. New news and perhaps the saddest news for Indians is that after politics, now TV and print media have become new victim of corruption. Where to go? This is the latest and the biggest question for a truthful Indian. Before they used to believe on media to reveal their sufferings, but the medium they believed to share their troubles for years have now become money hungry like Indian politicians, government officers, and corporate sector. Discussion over paid media is one of the favourite topics these days, even on paid TV channels. Definitely not each and every one is dishonest, but definitely scared.

In this difficult time, Social Media has emerged as a fresh hope for millions of Indians who are being abandoned from real news or at least being the victim of manipulation. I accept there are lot of uncensored materials are there, but this doesn’t blur the significance of Social Media. Now even a common man can log into real story without waiting for conventional media (TV or Print media) to broadcast or print a significant news.  Especially for a year or two we have observed that Social Media has played a huge role in revealing true stories while conventional media has failed to play its true part. Over the past few years, common men in India have observed that media have been intentionally serving untruthful, exaggerated, or understated news for their own advantages. Whereas in Social Media there in no place for manipulation, either a news is absolutely truthful or it is completely rubbish.

And hence people believe Social Media is more reliable than its counterpart and hence they are more attracted towards Social Media for unbiased information. Now it’s hard for anyone, no matter how strong they are, to hide or manipulate a story and therefore they are scared and have been trying their best to damage this source of knowledge. But I am sure their struggle against truth will not survive for very long.

Now the power of information is in your hands, so use it and use it wisely.

Healthy Eating

Wrong eating habit is the major reason for deteriorating health conditions in Indians. When we discuss wrong eating habits, almost each of us talk about fast foods like pizza, burger, snacks, etc. Definitely modern fast foods are the biggest culprits for health hazards and we must rethink before using delicious, but as well as most harmful eating products. But today I am going to talk about eating schedule and believe me most of us are completely unknown at this topic.

Although ancient Indian saints and monks taught us everything before they exited the earth, but we Indians take pleasure in following western culture and lifestyles. However while chasing blindly a different culture; we forget that each and every culture develops according to its priorities and necessities. By the way I not anti-western. 

Let’s come to the main topic and that is healthy eating and most importantly eating timing. What is the right time to eat in a normal day? To answer this question, by looking back to our old culture and literature, we can find the right answer.

Ancient Indian saints said that our body greatly craves for food within two and half hours after sunrise. For example if sun rises and 7 o’clock in morning, the best time to eat is between 07:00 to 09:30 o’clock in the morning. What we should do is to eat heavily while this two and half our period. Avoid breakfast and start the day with a heavy meal. If you look at nature and its inhabitants, you find that no creature take a breakfast in the morning except human. And no creature gets diabetes, heart attack, arthritis, and a large list of diseases that a human being suffers from. Monkeys are the most similar to us and they don’t have breakfast. Breakfast is a western lifestyle and it suits them because in most of western countries suffer from cold weather where sun rises late.

So if you live in India, think again.

Regards