An idea

Take up one idea. Make that one idea your life – think of it, dream of it, live on that idea. Let the brain, muscles, nerves, every part of your body, be full of that idea, and just leave every other idea alone. This is the way to success.

Swami Vivekananda

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Jo vayuputra ho (a song needed for Indian mythology)

Ho stabdh hai, nishabd hai
Bhayabheet aur vivash hai
Kyun niraash aur nirupaay hai
Jaane kis ki lagi ye haay hai

Ho.. Meluha jo hai amar, jahan somras raha baras
Toh kyun maara maara hai
Kis prakop se ye haara hai
Meluha ki jo raah bana hai vayuputra vo
Shapath se na apath ho vo jo vayuputra ho
Shiv jo Naga sang lada hai jo vayuputra ho
Shapath se na apath ho vo jo vayuputra ho

Shaktiyaan saari jud gayi
Dhara se nabh ko jod gayi

Om Namah Shivaay….!

Kapat ka, klesh ka, dwesh ka hoga sarvanash
Shakti ye ang hai
Vishaal roop rang hai

Meluha ki jo raah bana hai vayuputra vo
Shapath se na apath ho vo jo vayuputra ho
Shiv jo Naga sang lada hai jo vayuputra ho
Shapath se na apath ho vo jo vayuputra ho

Ab satya ka hoga sangram
Adharm ka hi hoga naash
Megh nahi ab garjenge
Ab astra hi kadkenge…

Sanhaar mein srijan ki aas..

Dhimi Dhimi Dhimi Dhwanan Mrudanga Thunga Mangala
Dhwani Karma Pravarthitha Prachanda Thandawa Shiva

Oh.. kaal jiske liye khada maanav hoga woh bada
Maanav hoga woh khada, Mahadev hai jis mein jagaa…

Meluha ki jo raah bana hai vayuputra vo
Shapath se na apath ho vo jo vayuputra ho
Shiv jo Naga sang lada hai jo vayuputra ho
Shapath se na apath ho vo jo vayuputra ho

“education system disappoints me”- Bill Gates on what drawing India back

As i said in my blog ‘the education system in India‘ that the education system of india is far from perfect and moreover its in a labeficating condition. So as the former richest person on the planet landed in India for paying his frequent visits and being a part of ‘swachha Bharat mission’. It seems like Gates is finding a lot of odds and ends in India that’s been in a good state since the last time the American mastermind travelled to it and education was not a part of it. As Bill Gates spoke his words about the highs and lows about the country, he had a harsh time speaking of the education system.
Gates said ‘ All trends are good but the thing I find disappointing is the education system in India, it should be far better and efficient’
So those of you who are living in the fantasy world which reads a big bold healdine reading ‘School is the road to glory’ keep in mind that the words and critics of your dreams came from a billionaire rather than an ordinary blogger like me

Bolo har har

Aag Bahe Teri Rag Mein
Tujhsa Kahaan Jag Mein
Hai Waqt Ka Tu Hi To Pehla Pehar
Tu Aankh Jo Khole To Dhaaye Kehar

Toh Bolo Har Har Har
Toh Bolo Har Har Har

Aadi Na Ant Hai Uska
Woh Sabka Na Inka Unka
Wohi Hai Maala
Wohi Hai Manka
Mast Malang Wo Apni Dhunn Ka

Antar Mantar Tantar Jaagi
Hai Sarvatra Ke Swabhimaani
Mrityunjay Hai Maha Vinaashi
Omkar Hai Isi Ki Vaani
Isi Ki, Isi Ki, Isi Ki Vaani
Isi Ki, Isi Ki, Isi Ki Vaani

Bhang Dhatura Bell Ka Patta
Teeno Lok Isi Ki Satta
Vish Peekar Bhi Adig Amar Hai
Mahadev Har Har Hai Japta

Wohi Shoonya Hai Wohi Ikaai
Wohi Shoonya Hai Wohi Ikaai
Wohi Shoonya Hai Wohi Ikaai
Jiske Bheetar Basta Shiva Hai

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Nagendra Haraya Trilochanaya
Basmanga Ragaya Maheswaraya
Nithyaya Shudhaya Digambaraya
Tasmai Nakaraya Namashivaya

Shiva Trahimam
Shiva Trahimam
Shiva Rakshyamam
Shiva Trahimam
Shiva Trahimam

Mahadev Ji Trahimam
Sharnagatam
Tvam Trahimam
Shiva Rakshyamam
Shiva Trahimam

Aankh Moond Kar Dekh Raha Hai
Saath Samay Ke Khel Raha Hai
Mahadev Maha Ekaki
Jiske Liye Jagat Hai Jhanki
Jata Mein Ganga
Chaand Mukut Hai
Somya Kabhi Kabhi Bada Vikat Hai

Aag Se Jalna Hai Kailashi
Shakti Jiski Dard Ki Pyaasi
Hai Pyaasi, Haan Pyaasi

Ram Bhi Uska, Ravan Uska
Jivan Uska Maran Bhi Uska
Taandav Hai Aur Dhyan Bhi Woh
Agyaani Ka Gyaan Bhi Woh Hai

Aankh Teesri Jab Yeh Khole
Hile Dhara Aur Swarg Bhi Dole
Goonj Uthe Har Disha Kshitij Mein
Naand Usi Ka Bam Bam Bhole
Wahi Soonye Hai Wahi Ikaayi
Wahi Soonye Hai Wahi Ikaayi
Jiske Bhitar Basa Shiva Hai

Toh Bolo Har Har Har

The “mortals” of MELUHA

Whether a man is a legend or not is decided by history, not fortune tellers.”
– Amish ( writer of Shiva triology)
The gods and the legends (as I said in my earlier blog- Gods and legends) are some of the most important and biggest aspirations of the human transpience. It doesn’t matter whether one’s a mythical god-type creature or just a homo sapien made up of flesh and bone because only the latter creates the former. And this vary crucnch was proved and written in a PHENOMENAL mytho-historically in the ‘SHIVA TRIOLOGY’.
The whole plot of the book was to prove that our actions are the only things what make us a mere sheep or an icon to the world The story was built such a way that even if you’re a Hindu and worship lord ram and others as a god, you’ll never seem to notice that how your perception for them from “mythical characters” to “karma-made phenomenon”.
The story thesaurus is that there are both, devil and god in your deep inner potential. The thing to heed is what do you choose to flaunt over other because there’s no way that either of them can be perished completely.

ज़िंदगी के सफ़र में (a song to remember)

ज़िन्दगी के सफ़र में गुज़र जाते हैं जो मकाम
वो फिर नहीं आते, वो फिर नहीं आते

फूल खिलते हैं, लोग मिलते हैं
फूल खिलते हैं, लोग मिलते हैं मगर
पतझड़ में जो फूल मुरझा जाते हैं
वो बहारों के आने से खिलते नहीं
कुछ लोग एक रोज़ जो बिछड़ जाते हैं
वो हजारों के आने से मिलते नहीं
उम्र भर चाहे कोई पुकारा करे उनका नाम
वो फिर नहीं आते…

आँख धोखा है, क्या भरोसा है
आँख धोखा है, क्या भरोसा है सुनो
दोस्तों शक दोस्ती का दुश्मन है
अपने दिल में इसे घर बनाने न दो
कल तड़पना पड़े याद में जिनकी
रोक लो रूठ कर उनको जाने न दो
बाद में प्यार के चाहे भेजो हजारों सलाम
वो फिर नहीं आते…

सुबहो आती है, रात जाती है
सुबहो आती है, रात जाती है यूँ ही
वक़्त चलता ही रहता है रुकता नहीं
एक पल में ये आगे निकल जाता है
आदमी ठीक से देख पाता नहीं
और परदे पे मंज़र बदल जाता है
एक बार चले जाते हैं जो दिन-रात, सुबहो-शाम
वो फिर नहीं आते…

The countryside

Big netted leaves falling from tall Saag trees,
Walking with me on a curvy road,
Slowly disappearing into the hills,
Cool breeze and the bluebird that sing along,
The bells in a cow’s neck grazing by,
A black korku kid dancing on its tunes,
His mother washing clothes on the river,
As the water played with little white stones,
The lush green wheat fields spreading across horizons,
And the yellowish huts below the blue skies,
An old man calls me and offers some rotis,
No ,Thank you Sir, But I’ve got miles to cover,
Till I meet the chilly cold night !