The Little Known Secret...

"Look at the setting sun...."
"It's beautiful..."
"Yes, it is..all alone, yet so bright and beautiful."
"Ya...is it the same over there also?"
"It's the same, never too little and neither too big. It's the same."
"The night is going to be different..tonight. Isn't it?"
"Well, I just can only say- let us live another one. Let us not cry."
"I will never forget you."
"You have to...I will not be there for you forever. I need to go. Away...away from you."
"I don't want to talk anymore right now. I am choking inside."
"Don't cry. Smile baby, the last smile maybe for me?Yes? Maybe someday we will meet again?"
"Goodbye. Wish you all the best. Sleep well. Good night."
"Goodbye Honey. See you again sometime..maybe. Good night."

He hung up the call. A tear rolled down from his eye crossing his cheek shining brightly in the setting sun's reflection over the silent sea. He looked at the sky, the sun slowly drowning in the heart of the sea. Now, the sky became his companion. The sun is invisible now. Darkness all around. The phone switched off. 'Do Not Disturb.'

He was holding a few white pages all wet with his own tears. The blue ink getting erased slowly just like his memories. That night he cried a lot. Maybe she also cried or maybe she smiled for him, for one last time. For one has left the other forever, the other can never see her again. They say time heals, but what about the memories. They never die, they come back to you and pinch you every time making you happy or the worst. Not better anymore. He opened his right palm and found a small sea-shell pale cream in color with brown stripes. He took the shell out of his window, his right hand wet in the moonlight now and closed his eyes. Soon the shell was gone.
He stayed near the window. Sat by the side. Weeping all alone. For the one last time. The night was there for one more time. Maybe for the last time?

The day arrived.
"Aah...got a bad headache." He woke up from his bed, got into his morning clothes with sleepy eyes. The bed was cold. The blanket even colder. His phone beeped a little lying under the pillow. Maybe an SMS. He headed straight to the kitchen. One more beep this time. Maybe an alarm?
Soon with a cup of coffee, he appeared in his bedroom.
"Aah...low battery. Forgot to charge!"
A calendar notification. Pick up Priya, she got her CAT today. Need 2 drop her @ the exam vnu. Dated 26th November 2017. Repeat each year. Alarm Set to 08:00 hours.
His eyes got glued to the screen.

***
"I am getting late. I am so upset."
"Don't worry, Main hu na!"( I am there for you)
"That's why I am getting late. Why don't you get a new bike? Is scooty ke acche din aa chuke hai. Just get rid of it yaar!!"
"This is my Dhanno...Never ever doubt on its stamina... Okay? We will reach the venue by 12...for sure. Come, sit."
"Yes, meri Basanti...please drive fast for my sake!!"
"Vroom, Vroom Vroooooom!"

She giggled a little and he smiled a little more. With a nod from him, she jumped on his rickety bike. Her hands swiftly found the comfort in his arms and she took a deep breath. Her head resting over his back and our rider as usual on his rickety two-wheeler undisturbed, uber-cool and unusually proud about the antiquities of his life, started off. She was sure and he was right, as always.

"It's all your fault. I am fed up with you! How can you??"
"I am sorry. I thought...Aah..who knew that I will run out of petrol?"
"Run out of what? It's your damn Scooter! Oh.. let me catch an auto now. Hey Bhagwaan, help us out!"
"Don't worry, I will book an Uber for you!"
"I too have Uber app in my mobile. You need not do anything. How irresponsible you are! How could you do that? It's my exam!"
"Shit, battery drained out! Sss...Sorry! Sorry..Ne.."

The doorbell rang, this time two times, one after the other with a small interval in between. He moved his eyes away from the screen. The phone still showing' Battery Low'.
Time 8:45 am. Milkman maybe?

A Sky Blue envelope. Maybe any letter inside. He found that envelope lying on the doorstep. He picked it up and searched for the sender's name. The envelope had a single digit number "1" with a typed sentence in ARIEL font 11 Bold and Italic."Do not open till 12 in the noon" written in black.
Surprised. He searched for the postman. There was no one. Maybe the postman left in a hurry or he may not be interested in anyone's personal affair. Confused, he shut the door and placed the envelope on the kitchen table under the pickle jar.
He took a quick shower and dressed up all in his best attire. Sequined black neck-tie with full white sleeves. Steel grey trousers and brown oxfords to match the blue-collar look. Monday. We all hate it. He slid the envelope inside his side sling bag and leaped for his mobile.
"Eighty-nine. Okay, this much shall do!"

♪♪Tied to a sallow heart
why does he want to bring me where he goes?
Oh and to find out the reasons why it's enough to make you wanna try for
one last night♪♪

He could faintly remember the day.

****
"So what I like Grey. After all, we all ladies crave for the one ultimate Grey in our lives."
"Aah, that's making me jealous."
"You should. So tell me how is Mummyji? All well? She got her surgery all good?
"Yep yep now she can run as well. Haha"
"Better she not. She should take care of her health. You are the only son."
"Ya I know and I am marriageable too. One more year and yes i willbe a silver daddy. Haha"
"Nonsense. Go bring some biscuits. I wanna eat!"
"Aye aye captain."
"You know what I have a deep dark secret!"
"We all have some kinda secrets. What's new in that?"
"You are so mean..leave it."
"Tell me. I am all ears!"
"When I will die, you will get to know. A lot!"

The coffee cup slipped from his hand. Broke into two maybe three and four. Coffee all over the floor.

"What a mess and I'm already late now."

The coffee cup was lying lonely, broken into multiple pieces. Empty like his life right now.
He pondered for a moment," What secrets?" He reached out to the envelop once again which was lying inside his side bag. This time the envelope was heavy, heavy like his heart. As if betrayed. What was she hiding from him. Will this letter or whatever there is inside speak out the truth? Why she is not here with him. She left him. All of a sudden. But to where? Will he ever find out what happened to her? Do Not Disturb. Phone is Switched off. Please drop a message after this tone.

....To be Continued at https://www.sarkartimes247.com/2018/12/this-is-not-real.html

PS..25.09.2018

#JoDikhtaHainWohSachHotaNahi #JoSachHainWohDikhtaNahi.

Swayambhutaye Namastute...

Krishna, Shiva or Ganesha...there exists a self-manifested form of power relevant in Hindu Mythology and Culture. Swayambhu- in Sanskrit means "self-existing''. Just like our own chetna, consciousness, the emotions are self-existing. Ganesha, also Ganapati or Vinayaka is the God of wisdom and remover of obstacles hence,'Vighna-harta'. AshtaVinayaka- the eight forms of Ganesha is found in the temples spread across Maharashtra.

1. Moreshwar, 79 Kms East of Pune.

2. Siddhivinayak of Siddhatek, 100 kms East of Pune

3. Ballaleshwar, 66 kms South of Panvel, Navi Mumbai

4. Varadavinayak, 65 kms East of Mumbai towards Lonavala.

5. Chintamani, 27 kms East of Pune

6. Girijatmaj, 96 kms North of Pune

7. Vighneshwar, 88 kms North of Pune

8. Mahaganpati of Ranjangaon, 52 kms East of Pune.

All these holy temples are a must visit if you believe in the power of Ganesha. Every year Lord Ganesha visit the Earth on his Vehicle 'Mooshak' ie. Mouse or a Rat. 

Believers say the mouse symbolizes desires.Also in Sanskrit, mooshaka (mouse) is derived from the root moosh which means stealing. As a rat or a mouse is considered a common household pest which may harm the harvest and stored grains, thus it appeared to be a vighna in ancient times, an impediment that needed to be checked in those days. One of the theories suggests that Ganesha being the master of the rat or mouse demonstrates his function as Vigneshwar (Lord of Obstacles) and hence served a possible role as a village 'deity' who later rose to greater prominence. 

Hindu Mythology has essence of the seasons and tales associated with it. As we find the knowledge sharing either through written manuscripts called Vedas and Puranas so does Hindu Philosophy branching out to Shruti( the one that is to be heard) and Smruti(the one that is to be remembered). Lord Ganesha is considered the 'Pratham Devta' or the first God to be worshipped and also is known to write the sacred texts of Mahabharata narrated by Saint Ved Vyas to 'Ek-danta' Ganesha. It is believed that the present time is KaliYuga, which started at around 3100 BC with the end of the Kurukshetra War (or Mahabharata war).

Puranas are the holy religious texts of Hindu Mythology that are a part of Vedas. They come under Shruti Philosophy of Hindu-ism. Ganesha Purana illustrates the four different vehicles of Lord Ganesha,ie. Mohotkata in the Satyuga or Kritayuga uses a lion,Moreshwar or Mayureshwar in Tretayuga uses a Peacock, Gajanan in  Dwaparyuga uses a mouse and Dhumraketu in Kaliyuga uses a horse. Thus we have four incarnations of Ganapati symbolizing four eras or the cycle of Yugas. All the four incarnations are symbolically suggesting the removing of obstacles by Lord Vighna-harta Ganesha.

Thus, Ganesha like Vishnu( mostly the dieties as Parsurama, Rama, Krishna and Budhdha) and Shiva has always been there in all the yugas symbolically. We just need to acknowledge his omnipresence in our daily life and take blessings to get wisdom and pray for the removal of all the obstacles from our neverending cycle of life.Om Ganapataye Namaha.

So let us all cheer in unison and pray to Lord Ganesha-

Ganpati Bappa Morya,Purchya Varshi Laukar ya. 

(Oh Lord Ganesha bless us and visit us next year quickly, we eagerly wait for you)

~PS~ 19.09.2018~

पर तुम डरना मत...मुकाबला करना

माना तुम दुनिया से अलग हो,
तुम्हे सब पसंद ना आये,
तुम्हे सब पसंद ना करे
पर तुम मुस्कुराना
यही तुम्हारी ताकत है.
पहले वह तुम पर हसेंगे
तुमसे ढेरो सवाल करेंगे
ऐसे सवाल जो तुम्हे सही नहीं लगेंगे...
चुभेंगे और जलाएंगे,
तोड़ेंगे और तरपायेंगे.
पर तुम डरना मत
मुकाबला करना
उनके सवालो से ज्यादा अपने आप पे भरोसा रखना
वह नजरे झुक जाएगी जो तुम्हे सवाल पूछ बैठे
तुम क्या हो और क्यों हो यह जानने का हक़ सिर्फ तुम्हे है
पर तुम डरना मत
अपनी पहचान बनाना
और दिखा देना
उन आँखों को अपनी आँखे जो आज अंधी हो चुकी है
शायद उनसे बड़ा बदनसीब आज कोई और न होगा
मुकाबला करना
और फिर तुम हसना
जी खोलके उनके ऊपर
पर उनसे सवाल मत करना
उनके पास खुद की आबरू नहीं बची है अभी
तुम्हे पर्दानशीं करके खुद अंधे बन चुके है
तुम जरूर हसना
क्योकि अब वक़्त तुम्हारा है
सिर्फ तुम्हारा
इसे कोई छीन नहीं सकता
कोई भी नहीं.
==== प्रसेनजित सरकार=====

Dashavatara- The Cycle of Human Consciousness

Its agreed that Ancient Indian Texts of Hindu Mythology has a sea of knowledge and perhaps the best of minds have written the manuscripts putting the universe into a nutshell to make understand the coming generations.
I was happened to pass by one of the ancient texts depicting Dashavatara- the ten incarnations of Vishnu who is the Indian God of Existence or say 'Time' aka 'Kala'. What I perceived is my opinion as we understand that the human mind has endless power to think of the unimaginable and the thought process empowers consciousness.

Picture Courtesy: 19th Century Dashavatara painting. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kalki)

If we look closely one can find that the Garuda Purana illustrates the evolution theory of human consciousness, as I believe, from the initial life forms starting from the Fish(Matsya)-Amphibian(Kurma)-Herbivore(Varaha)-Carnivore(Narsimha)-Early Human(Vaaman)-CaveMan(Parshuram)-The Righteous One(Rama)-The Supreme Knowledge(Krishna)-The EnglightendOne(Buddha)- TheUltimateOne(Kalki) and hence the cycle of consciousness continues. It's a Universal law that encompasses every single individual's life in the universe.

There are articles contrasting similarities between Darwin's Theory of Evolution to that of the Illustration of Dashavatara. Maybe true but I strongly believe that we as a conscious natural being have little knowledge of our Universe and we know just the basic laws of nature. Only time can tell whether our god given intelligence lasts our survival on this planet where we are just doing our duties and fulfilling the purpose timelessly. Time waits for none. It's endless, Its Supreme. The Cycle of Life will continue along with the death and birth of consciousness every time.

Hare Krishna.

02.09.2018. 
~PS~