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How does it feels like living in Edinburgh, Scotland!

Though it is too early to say anything about the capital of Scotland as I just moved here on Jan 2019.

But I can not wait to express my view on the city - 

Looks like a huge Palace 

The entire city looks like a huge palace with lots of castles, you will easily find so many staircases in the city which leads to another place, sometimes it gives a feeling of multistory infrastructure.

People

I found the people here so warm and welcoming that you start a conversation from anyone, literally 

Art

People seems like a great fan of art here. you will find a lot of theatre, cultural event venue inside the city, Also there is a cinema hall called Filmhouse which shows all the award winner old movies. 

Places to Visit:
Edinburgh Castle: Definitely worth visiting,  I would like you to suggest you go to prince garden first and from there you can follow the walkway to the Castle, in between you will get a lot of photo opportunity.

I will develop this blog slowly:

well I keep posting a lot of pictures over my Instagram if you want to have a look on it here is the link:  tiny_tales_in_pixels

https://www.instagram.com/tiny_tales_in_pixels/

Is Instagram really so important?

Since when Facebook acquired Instagram, it became an important tool to show your work and later people started using this as a marketing tool and the follower counts in Insta became the parameter of people's success.


if you want to have a look on my insta, here is my handle;- tiny_tales_in_pixels.

I am publishing this incomplete article but I am definitely going to write more...

Baarishen

 ये बारिशें जब भी गिरती हैं काँच की दीवारों पे ,

हज़ारों ख़्वाब लिख जातीं हैं आडी तिरछी लकीरों में... 

और फिर काँच के इस  पार सब धुँधला सा होने लगता है, 

ना जाने क्यों उसे मिटाने को जी नहीं करता,

मानो कई जज़्बातों का एक गुच्छा सा ठहर गया हो...

अक्सर सोचता हूँ, क्या ये अल्प-पारदर्शिता सच में इतनी खूबसूरत है ?

शायद हाँ या शायद हाँ !!!

अन्तर्द्वन्द : A War for Peace

और मैं भटकते भटकते यहाँ आ पहुँचा,
जैसे हम सब भटकते हैं बेहतर ज़िन्दगी की तलाश में...
गुलज़ार जी कहते हैं "हाँ तलाश ही तो ज़िन्दगी है"


पर खुद की खोज अब भी ज़ारी है,
अक्सर सारी उमर निकलते देखी है मैंने और पता भी नहीं होता कि हम क्या तलाश रहें हैं


रुह में लिपटी मिटटी, हर दिन झाड़ते थोड़ा थोड़ा है,

अक्सर सोचता हूँ की एक अरसे के बाद जब रुह नंगी होने वाली होगी,
तो क्या ऐसा बात होगी जिसपे मैं पछतावा करूँगा या क्या ऐसी बात होगी जिस पर मैं अभिमान करूँगा।
दादा जी के आख़िरी दिनों में मुझे इस बात का अनुभव हुआ था।


सोचता हूँ अक्सर ये भी कि इन सब पचड़े में ना पड़ते हुए,बहने देता हु खुद को जीवन धारा के साथ
अगले हि पल यूँ हि फिर अचानक से मचल जाता हूँ और खुद से झगड़ा करने लगता हूँ....
झगड़ा क्या ही कहें इसे, ये तो द्वन्द है द्वन्द...

मैं कहता हूँ आ गयी मंजिल ठहर जा
वो कहता है, नहीं थोड़ा और चलते हैं , अगली मंजिल बेहतर होगी।


मैं कहता हूँ थक गया हू, अब जीने दो मुझे 

फिर वो कहता है, सफर ही तो ज़िन्दगी है , ठहर गया तो थक जायेगा
फिर मेरे मन में एक अजीब सा डर पनपता है
और मैं कहता हूँ,
लेक़िन मैं तो हमेशा से ठहराव चाहता था, क्या ठहराव मिथ्या है ???

सफर में रहा तो सब अपने छूटते रहेगे, नए अपने, अपने जैसे कहाँ होते हैं, अगर हुए भी तो....

वो कहता है ये सब सोचना ओवेरथीनकिंग हैं,
फिर मैं कहता हूँ इग्नोरैंट होना क्या बहुत अच्छी बात है !

वो फिर जवाब देता है, "ignorance is a bliss "
फिर मैं पूँछता हूँ क्यों बुद्धा को पूजते हो फिर ?

लंबी ख़ामोशी के बाद....

वो कहता है खुद से शास्त्राथ करना बेवकूफी है
मैं कहता हूं मैं आज भी शांति का मोहताज़ हूँ, मुझे लड़ना होगा।

वो कहता है जीत भी गए तो तुम ही हारोगे
मैं कहता हूँ हारा भी तो क्या, मैं हि जीतूंगा

फिर वो कहता हैं परिवर्तन संसार का नियम है, तुम्हे इसे अपनाना होगा
मैं कहता हूं फिर मुझे संसार के और भी नियम जानने हैं...

बहुत वक़्त से अब दूसरी तरफ से जवाब नहीं आया....
और मैं ........

उम्मीद-ए-ठहराव लिए अक्सर सफर में रहता हूँ
अब न सफर ख़तम होता है और ना उम्मीद।।।

 

                                                                                                                             विवेक,
                                                                                                                             पेनांग, मलेशिया
                                                                                                                              ९ जनवरी, २०१७
                 

Bhranti...

अक्सर मैं समय के परे जाकर, सच कर लेना चाहता हूँ अपने उन दिवास्वप्नो को, 

परन्तु इस भ्रान्तिमय संसार में, क्यों सिमट कर रह जाता हूँ और फिर से चलने लगता हूँ भेड़चाल में... 

प्रायः ये ख्याल मुझे अवसाद  की तरफ ले जाता है, फिर से सही और गलत का संघर्ष होता है, फिर से मस्तिस्क में हज़ारों ताने बाने चलते हैं और मांगता हूँ जवाब... 

मैं चाहता हूँ सलिल सा सरल और निर्मल, पर हमेशा पाता हूँ जटिल और भ्रान्तिमय !

फिर सोचता हूँ ये अगर सरल होता तो सबको पता होता, जटिल है तभी तो हम सब भटकते हैं !

क्या मेरी नियति में भी उन असंख्य प्राणियों की तरह भटकना लिखा है, अगर ऐसा है भी तो क्या मैं अपनी नियति को बदल नहीं सकता ?

ये उधेड़बुन आज यकायक उत्पन्न नहीं हुई है, अगर हुई होती तो कब की विलुप्त हो गयी होती! यूँ कलम का सहारा ना ले रहा होता इसे उगलने को, ये तो शायद तब से है जबसे मैं इस नश्वर संसार से वाकिफ हुआ हूँ। 

देखता हूँ हमेशा एक झीनी सी श्वेत चादर, और लगता है चादर के उस पार सब शांत और सरल है,
फिर अनायास ही हटाना शुरू कर देता हूँ, उन चादरों को....
एक के बाद एक , एक के बाद एक.... अनन्त, अब तक मैं उस पार पहुंच नहीं पाया।

सोचता हूँ क्या इस अल्पपरदर्शिता ने ही मुझे ज़िंदा रखा हुआ है?
क्या उस पार कुछ भी नहीं है?
क्या ये सब मेरे मन का वहम है?

प्रायः प्रातःकाल के सपनो की भांति , कुछ स्पष्ट नहीं होता और फिर जीवनसरिता के साथ बहने लगता हूँ। ...

                                                                                                                          विवेक गुप्ता
                                                                                                              प्रातःकाल,  १० जुलाई , २०१६
                    

Kuhasa - The fog

Aur fir oas barasane lagi...

Kabhi madham to kabhi tej
Kabhi kaanch ko dhundhlati hui, to kabhi patto pe ithlati hui...

Kankanpati, kiskisati thand ke sath milkar anokhe adwitiya prayog krne me lagi hui thi ...

Adna sa mai office ke ek kone me baithe saamne pade pardo ki daracho se anayas hi sab dekh raha tha...
Reh reh kar zehen me us oas ko apni muthhi me kas lene ki icchha jeevant ho rahi thi...

Soch raha tha kitni nithur aur kitni apardarshi hai ye chhoti chhoti bunde...
Fir bhi inki swacchand aur shwet vichardhara baar baar mujhe apni taraf akarshit kiye ja rahi thi...

Mai yaha baitha baitha, vaha pahuch hi gaya tha,
us ghane kohre me kho jaane, thanth me kankanpate hue pedo se milne,
patto pe padi oas ki boodo ko peene,
kohre ko cheer cheer kar sooraj ki kuchh kirano ko talaashne...

Aisa lag raha tha mano mai aur prakrati ab ek ho rahe hain,
nashwar sharir ka abhas ekdm samapt ho chala tha,
maano yehi to hai jiski talash me mai varsho se bhatak raha tha...

Adbhud, alaukik, apratim si anubhitiyan ho rahi thi...
Gravity kahi door padi karah rahi thi, aur kitkat n lollipop mithya ho chuke the...

Prabhat, usha aur sandhya ka andaja lagana mushkil ho raha tha,
Khitij, asmaan aur zameen sab apni paridhi aur seema laanghkar ek ho chuke the...

Sab kuchh shant tha, ekdm sannata,  shunya me roshni aur andhere me fark karna mushkil ho raha tha aur ....
Vigyan aur takneeki se pare, pariyo ki kahaniyo ki bhanti, mai kalpana ki udan me kulache maare ja raha tha ki ...

Tabhi ek ajeeb si awaz ne mujhe jhakjhora  "Vivek, delivery taiyar hai na"...
Aur mai apni anandmayi kalpana se bahar nikalkar, vapas se us ayatakar yantra ke saamne sar peetne laga !

From the window of an IT professional

In my little journey in professional life what I have seen:

Most of the people in India work for money only, they don't care even whether they like their work or not. A very few think about their work/job in this perspective.

I have seen people who don't even know about their hobbies and passion. In that case they are bound to work whatever they get in the way but in case when someone know about his/her passion and still forced to work in some other field, is awful.

most of the IT engineers face the same situation. because in India almost 99% or more parents want to their children to be an engineer or doctor, but being a doctor may be a very costly affair in terms of study or money, that might not be affordable to the students or parents,  so most of the parents choose the safer side for their child, that is to be an engineer.

Doing B.tech is enjoyable although study required. but when one join an MNC with very high hopes,and it becomes like i.e. khoda pahad nikli chuhiya (A famous saying in Hindi).
Apart from this there is one million dollar question, how many get a job in MNC after so much of efforts, I think that must be 1 perc or less than that. but one good thing is about non MNC employees is that they have some hope at least that they will feel satisfied when they will work for an MNC.

Sometimes people try to get out from this IT industry and try to do what they have wished to achieve in life but its a very hard decision to take such kind of stand, family never support and money is also a major issue.

Although Its always good to convert your passion into profession, because the achieved satisfaction level will be too high but at the same time risk factor is also very high. like that We become use to see the fight between risk factor and satisfaction level.

Finally we find its too late to take a stand so we keep doing work for money and saving for honey .

P.S. This article
is solely based on what I feel and perceive from the little window of my life .

                                                                                 Vivek Kr. Gupta
                                                                                                     - 9th December 2014

Writing : A way to get happiness

Writing is not just a hobby but its a way to get happiness.
It gives a different kind of freedom in life, its like you are in the middle of sky and earth and you can rotate 360 degree with any speed and any acceleration.

In my life, love for writing got developed in the days when I use to read short stories of Nandan n Champak, after some age I got interest in reading Premchand's stories.

I believe everyone had read something interesting which gave him/her a pleasure of. Its like when you read a novel you get a pleasure of imagination, when you read something motivational, you get pleasure to feel the hope and many readings gives us a peace of mind,
So just imagine when reading gives so much of pleasure then writing will give definitely more. when we write something it provokes many kind of ideas and thought in our mind and gives a correct direction to our chain of thoughts ...

Writing releases stress created in our day to day life.
I believe everyone must practice of writing irrespective of age, gender and profession.

when you write only flow should matter, do not bother about language, grammar and spelling. Just write for yourself then its up to you whether you wanna show your notes to world or just wanna keep it to you.

When you are extremely happy or extremely sad, you will write much better then your normal days
so just pen down whatever in your mind and feel free from all the mess.


- A simple motivation towards writing .

Vismaran !

Rakhu kahan, sambhalun kaise,

Koi sandook ya kisi deewan me sama jaayein,

Itni chhoti to kabhi nahi rahin ...

Aur us pe bhi

Waqt dar waqt inka badhta hua qad,

Aur pata bhi nahi kya hai inki hadd...

Socha kai baar ab inse chhutkara pa leta hu

Prayas krta hu aur door kahin kho aata hu...

  

Ek raat unhe andhere me kho aaya tha,

Hui subah to jharokhe pe khada paya fir...

Bistar ke neeche bhi tha chhupaya,

Raat ke teesre peher me hi sirhane pada paya...

Tej raftaar chalti train se raste me hi fenk aaya tha,

Fir se kuchh hi dino baad  unhe dehleej pe rengte hue paya...

December ki kadkadati thand me thithurte hue chhod aya tha,

Agli sham hi to sigdi me hath sekte paya ...

Laal aag ki lapto me bhi tha jalaya,

Aayi musladhar barsaat to tej dhar me baha aaya tha,

Sardiyo ke sheele kapkapaate kohre me bhi ghumaya,

Aayi thi garmiya to may ki tapti dopahari dhoop me rakh aaya tha ...

Ghane jungle me le jakar, rasta bhula aaya tha,

Ayi holi to kaale rang se leep pot aya tha,

Ayi diwali to rocket ke sath bhi udaya...

Tanhai se uthakar dhol nagadon ke shor me bhula aaya tha,

Sote hue sapne ke andar sapne ki teesri teh me chhupa aaya tha,

Aur sab koshishein bhi to bekar rahi thi unhe dafnaane ki ...

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Aaj fir se ki koshish unhe mitane ki,

Apni bebaak hansi se unhe dabaane ki ...

Jaane kaisa fir dard utha,

Jaise dil me koi teer chubha...

Ab to kosis bhi nahi kr pata unhe mitane ki,

Rakh ke sirhaane unhe ajkal so jata hu,

Kabhi haste haste yunhi ro jata hu...

Kabhi takiye to kabhi chadar se lipat jata hu,

Fir se waqt ke us haseen safar me kho jata hu ...

Ab to bas paa hi liya jo bhi mujhe pana tha,

Inhe mitane ka prayas to bas bahana tha ...

Ab na hum aur milege,inko badhane ke liye,

Jitni hain utne me ek zindagi jee jaaunva,

Ab unhe sath hi rakhunga na mitaunga ...

karunga hifazat, andhi tufan bhi ayege to,

Leke inhe kisi chattan se chhup jaaunga,

Ab kuch bhi ho,unko na kabhi mitaunga,

Jab tak mai jiunga unko bhi jilaunga,

Aur mar bhi gaya to apne sath leke jaaunga....

Teri Yaadein, haan Teri Beshumaar Yaadein !!!.........                  

                                                                                                  November 2013, Random Feelings

Pyala Zindagi Ka !... (A cup of life)

Ek barash aur beet gaya
payala jeevan ka kuchh aur reet gaya...

Badhti hui apadhapi me,
jeevan ki khidki me
takajhanki ka ab waqt kahan ...

Hai saanwli si raat, chand bhi to aspas hai
par ab us chandni ka sparsh kahan...

Hai baawli si zindagi, khud ko bhi baawla kr liya,
par ab us baawlepan me vo mithas kahan ...

Vo jo baha karte the rukhsaaro se,
ab vo ashk kahan...

Saghan hain sitare, sath saare ke saare
duayein aj bhi hain baaki
par kisi sitare ke tootne ka ab sabra kahan  ...

Ek baras aur beet gaya,
jeevan ka pyala kuch aur reet gaya

Aaj usko nahi paya, kal tumko khoya tha
gham ye aksar jeevan me sabko hota hai

Vo jo krte the yaad un tamaam yadoon ko
ab us yaad ko yaad krne ki yaad kahan...

Kya khoya tha aur kitna pana hai ab ke varas
badti rehti hai waqt dar waqt jeevan me havas...

Vo jo kehte the, duayein saari such hongi,
un duadaaron ki ab kadra kahan ...

Ek varas aur beet gaya
jeevan ka pyala kuchh aur reet gaya...

Punchhe, jo koi agar mujhse ki kya naaz hai?
kahunga, ki meri rooh bhi zinda aaj hai !!!...

Bheed me kho jaane de !

Ek raat mujhe asman ki sair ko jaane de aur taaro me kahin kho jaane de,
Fir na khud se hi milun kabhi aur na mujhe kisi se miilne ka khyal aane de ...

Ksheen kar de mera smaran aur mujhe khud ko bhul jaane de,
Bhagne de mujhe khud se aur kahin bheed me kho jaane de...




Tears or Droplets!

Aane de aandhiyan aur chiraag mera bujh jaane de,
Le ja ye saari roshni aur andhera mere hisse ka mujhe paane de...

Le ja door kahi sapne mere aur khwahishen sab kho jaane de,
Chahe Jaagu mai raat bhar par meri umeedon ko sab so jaane de...

Chalte rehne de tu mujhe aur door talak chale jaane de,
Bhagne de khud se aur kahin bheed me kho jaane de...

Na mai khushi ko dekhu aur na udaas houn,
Raat aur din ke pare muje ek muddat ke liye so jaane de


Mai zinda rahu aur mujhe jeeta jaagta but ban jaane de,
Bhaagne de khud se aur kahin bheed me kho jaane de...

Na mai ruku kahi aur na tu rukna, Ae zindagi !
Na tu peeche mudna kabhi aur na mai peeche mud kar dekhu,

Kar Shor hi shor charo taraf,
Aur tanhaiyon ko meri us shor me kho jaane de....

Bhaagne de khud se mujhe aur door kahin bheed me kho jaane de !!!


                                                                                                         - Written on a bad day of my life !

Vo Bachpan ki Baarish ...!!!

Baarish chahe Pune ki ho ya Bangalore ki ya fir Delhi ki,
Ye baarish hamesha hazaarao yaaden, anginat ummedein aur anant ichhaye sath le ke aati hai...
Abhi ek thandi hava ka jhonka aaya aur mai gote lagaane laga bachpan ki baarish me... 

Vo thandi thandi chhat pe nange paanv chalna aur Kahi thehre hue paani ko pair se maarna ka ehsaas barbas hi yaad aa gaya, 
vo tarotaja hava me adrak vali garam chay ki chuskiyan lete hue maa aur bhai behen ke sath gupshup krna, bade hi relaxed moments hua karte the vo.... 

aur agar sab pakaude talne aur fir se chay banane me busy hue,
to didi se chhupakr dheere se walkman leke nikal jata tha , 
kabhi yaadein to kabhi taal ,kya beats thi vo sab jinka ehsaas abhi bhi kaano me gunjta hai, pata nahi vo beats ab Galaxy Note me kyu nahi sunai deti ...

Kahani ki kitabein to kabhi koi magazine le ke thandi dhuli hui chhat ki zameen par baithna aur 
koi achi si khanani padhana aur der tak usko mehsus krna, 
Fr dhere dheere hote hue sunset ko dekhna aur tb tk mummy ka awaz lagana "chay aur pakaude ban gaye".
what an awesome feeling it was!

Baarish ke baad sab kitna dhula dhula naya naya sa  lagta hai,saari dhool mitti hat jaati hai, maano sristi ka navnirmaan hua ho,
Sab ped paudhe khil uthte hain, gamlo me lage naye naye chhote chhote paudhe unhe chhune par aisa lagta tha jaise ye bhi hame sparsh kr rhe ho ,
aur kuch hi dino me unme nayi nayi konpal aur kaliya aane lagti thi aur fir naye phoolon ke khilne ka intzaar...

Vo bada vala neem ka ped, Jisse anginat nibauriya girti thi, kabhi kabhi unhe ginne ki chahat hoti thi to sametkar rakh lete the sheshiyo me aur fr uska sannata(nimbauri aur paani ka kadva mishran)  banate the...

kabhi kabhi to lagta tha ki aaj to bas musladhar baarish ho aur sab jagah paani bhar jaaye taaki apni kaagaz ki naav ko jama hue paani me chhod ke usko aaage badhte hue dekhe... 

Ye baarish kabhi sheelan bhi laa deti thi, par mitti ki jo bhini khushbu laati thi uski tulna kisi deo, perfume se nahi ki ja sakti...
pata nahi vo mitti ki khushbu ab aati hi nahi ya maine shakti kho di hai use sunghne ki... 

Der tak baarish hone ke baad pata lagata tha aaj dinbhar batti gul rahegi,Batti gul hone ki thodi si khushi bhi hoti thi, Isi bahane der tak chhat pe tehelne ka maaka jo milta tha aur fir neeche aakar lantern ki roshni me padhai karna, I still like that dim yellow light !
fir apna fav. tv show dekhne ke liye light ka besabri se intzaar aur light aate hi aisi khushi ki maano 6 digit salary mil gayi ho ya shayad usse bhi jyada ...

badi chhoti chhoti si khushiyan thi un baarish ke dino me jo aj ki badi badi khushiyo se kahi jyada khush kar deti thi ...
pata nahi kab kaha kaise un khushiyo ko khokar aage badh gaye ,aaj jab peeche mudkar dekhat hu to lagta hai vo ek khilkhilata neem ka ped tha aur ab reh gaya hai ek thooth (ped ko kaatne ke baad bacha hua tana) ...

anyway...
Aise hi tamam yaadein hai,Jo laut ke kabhi nahi aani , par dil chhota karne se kya fayda !
aao ek baar fir se koshish to kar sakte hain nayi yaadein banane ki aur punah zindagi ko sajaane ki ... 

                                                                                                           From my Diary,

                                                                                                           on a rainy day of march2013

Badalta Mausam ... sardi se garmi ki ore

Badla hai mausam hawaon ke sath
sheetalta pawan ki , aaj kuch to hai khas,

Nahi nikalta kanth se dhunaa,
shayad samapt ho gayin lakdiyan jinme thi aag,

Kapde bhi ho gaye chhote
aur ab log der tak nahi sote,

Chay coffee ki jagah bhaane laga sharbat barf ke sath,
chhote chhote din ho gaye bade tanhaiyon ke sath

Lagne laga thanda paani amrit ke samaaan
rajai ki jagah raate me chaand ki sheetalta sehlaane lagi

Heater ki jagah cooler ne le li
aur barfili hawao ki jagah loo ne le li

Prithvi ne kiya bhraman is chhor se us chhor
aur badh chale hai hum sab ek naye mausam ki ore....

                       
                                                                                                      -  March end 2007 (from archive) 

Ek prayas ... Zindagi ko samajhne ka !!!( just a thought)

Sunday,31st March ,03:27 A.M.

Na jaane kyu aaj neend aankho se koson door hai , kuchh likhne ko dil kar raha hai   

kya likhun aaj , apni tanhai ke baare me likhu ya apne sapno ke baare me... 
khair chhodo ye sab nahi likhta aaj, Life ke baare me likhta hu kuch...

What is Life
"life is an Integration of time or time is a differentiation of Life"

Kehte hain life lambi nahi badi honi chahiye,
Jis tarah paani ki ek ek boond se samudra bana hota hai, 
vaise hi waqt ka ek ek katra jod kar zindagi banti hai aur jaise jaise waqt beet ta jata hai zindagi chhoti hoti jaati hai,
Hame kya chahiye aur kya nahi ,Kya karna hai aur kya nahi,ye humse behtar koi nahi jaan sakta aur ek hi zindagi hai ye sab samjhne ke liye .....

Kuch bhi ho jaaye zindagi se haar nahi maan ni hai, bachpan se lekar bade tak , kisse kahaniyon kitabon har jagah ye baat hame ghont ghont kar pilayi hui hoti hai.
Par insaan koi robot to nahi ki usme hamne jo bhi programming kar di vo vaise hi chalega....

Insaan jab hahakar vali bhag daud ko pare rakhkar sochne baithta hai to khone paane ka hisaab laga baithta hai aur tab ehsaas hota hai ki khoya jyada aur paya kam  aur  jo khoya hai vo mahatvapuna tha aur jo paya hai vo shayad arthaheen ya jiske maayne hamaare liye bahut kam hain..
Tab hammare dil pe bojh padne lagta hai aur hum vapas us arthapurn zindagi ki ore agrasar hone ki sochte hai

Par agle din fir subah hoti hai ...
aur ye raat ke sapne ki taarah visar jata hai aur fir vahi anayas bhag daud,office me time se pahuchna,manager ka darr,project ka launch,share me utar chadhav,appraisal,hike,fashion,hype,tv,laptop, mobile facebook,whatsapp  etc... 
in sab ke beech peace kaha aur kab kho jaati hai pata hi nahi chalta aur insaan us kaali andheri surang me chalta chala jata hai jiska koi ant nahi hota ....

Zindagi badhavash si ho jaati hai, hum subconsiously jeene lagte hain...

Inhi sab zaddozahad ke baad insaan pyar ki bhuk me yaha vaha hath pair maarta hai aur kisi ko dhoka to kisi ko pyar mil to jata hai par shanti, peace of mind nahi milti...
Vo tadpata rehta hai aur samaj nahi ata ki kis cheez ki bhuk lagi hai use,
kabhi jyada paisa kamakar ye bhuk shant krne ki kosish krta  hai to kabhi bade ohda paane ki lalak me kitaabe chaatkar ...
aur fir kuch paa lete hai, kuch bhool jata hai par in sabke baad bhi vo tadap khatam nahi hoti,tab shayad use ehsaas ho ki ye tadap kisi aur bhuk ki vajah se nahi , balki shanti ki bhuk hai jo har insaan ka antim maksad hai...  

yehi smajne me insaan puri life ganva deta hai ,
aur ant me reh jaati hain kuchh jhhurriyan aur maut ka intzaar...!


Meri diary se ,

Vivek Kr. Gupta