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Among the darkest of the night, a land of one country will be brightest among other on the earth… no trace of moon… even this night belongs to the decedent of the sun… The lights, sweet, the songs, the music, the dance and the crackers are not for the lord, they are not even for a king, rather they are for a man… A man that of a character and a man of his words… From everything happens for a reason and that reason which we never see what to talk about learning from it… To understand this reason, we first have to understand what is the problem? The problem is God, the reaction, response and prejudice or the individual definition that we hold for this word… The moment we hear it, either we close our eyes and join our hands… or we are being scared of being roasted in the hell… or we want a ticket to heaven… but have we ever thought of what actually the meaning of God is… We travel so and so kilometers… to go to a temple… with flower, sweets and whatever we think can make our w...

A born Brahmin… his appearance as that of a king… people around him would shiver when he passed by… Had such vast knowledge that his one head could not store all of it so, this intelligent man had ten heads…   Why praise him? He was the enemy… a villain… why consider him the greatest when he committed such heinous crime… When Lord Rama killed the Ravana, he sent his younger brother to get life lessons from Ravana… well when lord himself did not consider him fool who we are to talk about him… We human beings having branded objects and latest gadgets thinking of ourselves as smartest… but the reality is that we don’t even stand any comparison to him, Ravana…   Why am I praising Ravana, actually I am not… though we don’t stand anywhere near Ravana… still we are similar to him… also to know Rama we must understand Ravana… The greatest devotee of Lord Shiva, had a city of Gold… he alone was enough to have a debate, was such scholar what else was needed… The problem with R...

Sitting by the lake, plucking flowers for his daily austerities… His face brightest like the light from the millions of suns… wrapped in a saffron cloth over his body with a bow and a quiver… bare foot… Is the Lord of the universe… not just one only he knows how many… when this question comes to me that why lord created this world… another question that came is why God came into this world… To kill the Ravana… may be Lord Rama won’t even have to lift his little finger to kill him but then he picked up the bow and arrows and also formed an army… why? No matter which ever form Lord took there are two important lessons which he taught us, one that of the Dharma and another that of the Karma… A man being a king… went to exile for fourteen years… living in the wildest of the forest… when they were trying to tackle their life in the forest… His wife was abducted by the Ravana, this was enough for a human being to leave that forest and come back to the Kingdom… “Saying I am not doin...

A world of Men’s, strong like a “Man”, “Be a Man”. Not really. The world does not belong to Men’s. Not just world but the universe does not only belong to a Man. Even among the Gods, the power of God is nothing much without Goddess… the power of Devas what it can be when “Shakti” herself is a Devi… In the world where we live or across the borders and beyond the countries… it’s sad to see the struggle of being a woman… in the so-called Men’s world…   Where our culture even from the God all that a human being has possessed or want to achieve is not among the Gods but Goddess… The desire for Power, money and Knowledge is not among the Tridev rather is among Maa Shakti, Maa Lakshmi and Maa Saraswati… When even the greatest of Bhagwan’s are nothing without the Maa, the women’s… then what are we todays Men’s hold the egos against the women… The problems are rituals… the so-called “Parampara”. Who created them people who have come before us… But the problem was not also the ...

Some don't know how to speak; some don't know how to listen... Such has been the relation between young and adult... To all those who have come before us... Because of them we are what we are today... There are millions who have walked along the path to these city lights... Leaving the place that they desire for the place of desires... If we look carefully nothing of that what we have for us is ours... It has been given to us by the fortune... But to be honest by our forefathers... We won't pay attention to these things since we are busy comparing things that we think are glittering in someone else's life...  Rather what we don't understand is what all things we have are the desire of someone else... Someone somewhere in this busy city lane is alone... Have come here leaving the house of their childhood memories... Those people with whom they grew up... Living in a metro city... Leaving their own mitti... Lodged with all the emotional and sentimental bag...

  Our first friend… First God to be worshipped before any ritual… In each religion he is been loved and cared equally… irrespective of state or zone… Every year we wait for him… so we can welcome him in our houses or in our vicinity… we have known him by his looks, we know him by his playful wittiness… his love for Modak's and sweets… But what we don’t know or never looked at was the problems and the hardships our Bappa had… We wish our parents would have let us do that one specific thing which we wanted to do… Lot more things… that we keep blaming our parents… there comes a time when we are supposed to just forgive them and hold the reins of our life in our hand… Our father might have slapped us… beaten us… what worse…? Shiva cut away Bappa’s head and gave him a head of elephant… Now it’s true we are not Bappa’s and our father is not Shiva… but it’s not about identity rather about the bond the relation…     We are nothing without our parents… no matter how ...