Kshitij

The MOKSHA unlimited…..

2006-07-09T06:49:00.000-07:00

Have you ever noticed all those Sri Sris …..Bapus….Parampujyas….?? you fix your eyes on their face and you will feel calmness….no expressions….it seems as if whole peace rests on their face…. They may sit with their eyes closed and their hands clasped on their heart….with a stagnant face…a face under which lies the load of money….so much money, money up to the utmost level and every time they close their eyes they start the count of those metal and paper pieces < “yeh sab to moh maaya hai” >

They are a bit so much busy to count that they have no time to shave off their beards…..!! < may be that hides out money visible to others > Indians have already given up everything to them….even soul and body!! < Oops!! some were involved in sex scandals > nowadays foreigners keep coming in…..for those six letters. All Parampujya Bapus say every human is addicted to money, but I say once they get their teachings they get addicted to Moksha….but is this your goal??....

God has created man to sit and attain Moksha at the age of 20s or 30s but serve the other beings, communities….HUMANITY!!...several foreigners come over here, dance to their tunes ….leave their high posts and jobs and take up another job…singing bhajans and chanting hymns. Will this raise the literacy level…?? Or bring down the poverty line…?? Fine, I do agree they start small scale industries for medicines, cosmetics and stationary but what about education and other basic needs…??

Can we not achieve MOKSHA if we serve humanity…if we educate men, women and children…build up new schools and all….?? What about money these guys are well-clad in those silk shawls and their followers in khakis….With the advancement of technology there is a need of quality employment, not just employment. These guys are quite tech-savvy, talk on Nokia N-series and own three private helicopters < Sri Sri Ravi Shankar of ‘Art of Living’ > Please open up your eyes before trying to match frequency of your Advanced World and stepping into other Adhyatma World < may be their A is ‘Aiyashi - Aiyashi’ >

Save Iraq (An Appeal...)

2006-07-06T08:03:00.000-07:00

The word “Iraq” in itself has been associated with the daily news from quite a few many days. But what for….?..The death toll….ranging from 10s to 100s ….has already touched the limit of several thousands ever since the US – Iraq war started…for one man – Saddam Hussain.

The whole country has been turned up into ruins just to search this MAN!! Even though UN objected for US air strikes, but US turned a deaf ear to their objection and got it passed from NATO. This clearly throws some light on world’s biggest organizations hold on the Nuclear Club, or so called VETO powers. UN is merely the puppet of these VETOs when it comes to war and peace. US claimed about the biological weapons and WMDs presence in Iraq which they found none…..but still they attacked.

Now Saddam Hussain is under trials but still violence, killings, bomb blasts, suicide bombings still continues. Today, even if the death toll is in 50s still it fails to make it to the headlines of the news. It seems killings have lowered the human life’s value…Don’t you feel that there is an urge to raise a voice against the killings!!...

Let us all join our hands and spread this message amongst all ages. We should be against US people or even Bush….it should a voice against the policies. May this voice wipe away the tears of the women ‘under the veil’ left unseen….may this voice heal up those young broken hearts aged under destroyed hopes….may this voice give men a high testosterone energy level to build up new ‘IRAQ’….

…..‘Iraq of their own’…..

[Written by Yatharth Gupta & Kshitij Gupta]

'Oomph' Da Dress Code

2006-07-06T07:57:00.000-07:00

‘Me’ a man….so the remark is sure for the V-Men. Nowadays change in Indian women dressing has taken many steps closer to Western style whether it is piercing…… hair or coloring…. flaunting torso…. low waistlines; much below waistlines or it is exposing curves are just all common to everyone’s sight in on-screen; movies ……off-screen; newspapers or on-road. You can see them wearing skinny fits and walking with high heels….very high; foot ~ heel, which states foot makes an angle 45 with the ground from Pythagoras Theorem. Well they keep the world under their heels!!

But then let me tell you two things, first, a man is a better judge for what suits on you; a Real Man …mind it! and same way for men and secondly, the most important of all the ‘hot and gorgeous’ concept….many really do not understand it…they expose, in order to be a hot property which results in turning of the eyes on you not to appreciate but they have big smiles under their handkerchiefs. It has always been better to look gorgeous rather than being called ‘hot babe’.

Dress up in well tied saris or salwars with colors truly matching your skin with a tinge of some jewelry or even jeans and top; if you are in figure, wear whatsoever but that must create an everlasting impact on your male friend….such an impact even if he meets you many years he should be able to recall back your dress. Remember Sushmita Sen clad in sari in ‘Main Hoon Na’, Kareena in ‘Kyun Ki’, Vidya Balan in ‘Parineeta’ or Kajol in ‘Kuchh Kuchh Hota Hai’. They were really appreciated for their outfits which really brought out their personality, the real Indian women. Sexy outfits always have an instant impact never an everlasting impact. So, ma’m next time whenever you dress, imagine me and ask yourself…..if you really look good then I will be the first one to take off my hat and clutch it to my heart…..bow a bit and say….

……..“HATS DOWN FOR A BEAU!!”

This creates a stir and that’s what the Oomph! factor is all about…..flaunting some accessories.

[Written by Yatharth Gupta]

2006-03-25T06:54:00.000-08:00

Thats me..!!

On hearing the Hiroshima-Nagasaki fact

2006-03-09T21:32:00.000-08:00

On hearing the Hiroshima-Nagasaki fact,
Tears filled my eyes,
When a huge roaring cloud rose in the skies.
Americans thought that without destroying Japan,
They would not become strong,
So they decided to drop a bomb.
B-137 dropped the bomb and came,
On 9th of August it did the same.
When the bomb blasted,
For few minutes only Hiroshima lasted,
The bombs dropped were really dreadful,
The disasters were really fearful,
The people died at the spot in lakhs.
The remaining were provided with food in sacks,
The death rate amplified,
Everything vaporized,
Both the cities disappeared,
Which the whole world feared,
The crops stopped growing,
The rivers started violently flowing,
Soil became useless and became a barren land,
The problems how the people faced of that foreign land.
The mountains started shaking,
The crust started cracking,
Further the disasters were more horrible,
The conditions of new born was unbearable,
Handicaps became a common scene.
No plant remained evergreen.
People’ cry broke the silence,
They rose against critical violence.
Blood flowed like streams,
Shattered were Japan’s development dreams.
Terrible gusty winds and too high temperatures,
Such horrifying and ghastly were there the features,
Tides rose high up in the seas,
Not spared were even the creatures like bees.
The bombs brought a great destruction,
The people raised voice for construction,
This fact proves Science a curse,
Which made this invention worse.
On hearing the Hiroshima-Nagasaki fact,
We should take a strict act,
And destroy arms and subtract,
We should take steps for World Peace,

And hoist the Peace Flag overseas.

Poem composed by Yatharth Gupta [BTech-IT student at VIET-Ghaziabad : yatharth_viet@rediffmail.com]

A page from diary of an unknown Kashmiri

2006-03-08T22:19:00.000-08:00

“…..Around this time I heard a knock on the door. Because I knew that a knock during the daytime did not bode any ill, I came down to check who it could be. This time I was in for a surprise. There were armed youths outside. My heart missed a beat. I rushed to hide my pages, and I could hear the knocks growing louder in volume and intensity……23rd August 1990……and then it thrashed, came down,….clear tramps ….thak, thak, thak……crashed my table……and then the glass of lamp came down to the floor…… I was just behind an old cupboard. All of a sudden AK-47 pointed towards me. Two eyes under the bushy eyebrows…… full face wrapped in a cloth….a finger was pressing steadily….surely Al-Qaida man……I felt lifeless……but punched him with my last effort….he missed the aim……and I threw my rough blanket on the other two……then I ran out of sight. What a save!! ……I was checking my papers…..when something struck, it was a bullet!! .....blood oozed out….I am confused, help me God…… where to hide my papers...this is the life on Heaven of Earth……I cannot write any more……”

By Yatharth Gupta[BTech-IT student at VIET-Ghaziabad : yatharth_viet@rediffmail.com]

2006-03-06T04:47:00.000-08:00

Teri Dosti me ek Nasha hai,
Tabhi to ye duniya ham se khafa hai,
Na Karo Humse Itni Mohhabat Dost, ki dil hi puche Teri Dhadkan kahaan hai

Teri dosti hum is tarah nibhayenge,
Tum roz khafa hona hum roz manayenge,
Par maan jana manane se,
Warna yeh bheegi palkein le ke kaha jayenge.

Dhoka diya tha jab tum ne mujhe,
Dil se main naraaz tha,
Phir socha ki dil se tumhe nikal dun,
Magar woh kambakth dil bhi tumhare paas tha...

Chand lamhon ki zindagani hai, nafraton se jiya nahi karte,
Lagta hai dushmanon se guzarish karni padegi, dost to aab yaad kiya nahi karte.

Zikr hua jab Khuda ki rehmaton ka,
Hamne khud ko khushnaseeb paya,
Tamanna thi ek pyare se dost ki,
Khuda khud dost bankar chala aaya.

Tu dekh ya na dekh, tere dekhne ka gam nahi,
Par teri ye na dekhne ki ada dekhne se kam nahi.