In quest of philosophy.....

1:26 PM me: aaj bahoot akela feel kar raha hoon

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: main hoon na....kya hua

1:27 PM me: .. ay vay..

  mahine kay ek din... akela feel karta hoon...

  aaaj wohi din hai..

1:28 PM hemant.patni@gmail.com: sahi hai...so its ur choice

 me: no.... its random event... with

  avg once a month..

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: k

1:29 PM me: why does a person feel alone..

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: it may be physological process...or it may be man made

1:30 PM me: do you feel the same..

  anytime.

1:31 PM hemant.patni@gmail.com: yes when i was in delhi.....leaving outside....once i got hostel i never felt it

 me: I use to feel it even when in hostel.

  Is it same as my desire for intimacy.

1:32 PM hemant.patni@gmail.com: it may be....it may be differnt also

  some ppl may feel lonely even in the most intimate moments

1:33 PM me: I used to feel lonely, even when I was engaged..

1:34 PM Any ways that day I was saying difference between indian and foreign authors. ===>

1:35 PM hemant.patni@gmail.com: i know u fall in that category

 me: Do you fall in the same category.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: i don't know abt my self

1:37 PM me: There are two kinds of people..

  1=> Who knows about themselves.

  2=> Who don't.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: i m in 2

1:38 PM there is another king

  sorry kind

 me: Buddha, Yeshua, Zarathustra also belong to second.

  What is that ?

  Are they pseudo-kind ?

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: who know...but don't tell

1:39 PM me: Wow !! Why not they do that..

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: because...some ppl want it to be limited to themselves

1:40 PM its good also...no one can take benifit from u

 me: Right !

  I will try to be like this.

1:41 PM hemant.patni@gmail.com: and most ppl r in this category

  but they r the worst ppl

 me: By the way, I categorized people on the basis of their knowing about themselves.

1:42 PM Not on Telling.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: ok...what abt writers..u told foreign writers use a lot of information

1:43 PM me: foreign authors are better informed about external world...

  Eastern authors are more knowledged about inner world.

  This prevails in their writings eitehr.

1:44 PM hemant.patni@gmail.com: ye sach nahi hai...today even indian writers r using information

  but in a way its true

1:45 PM we r more philosophical

 me: All our world-class books are towards inner world.

1:46 PM hemant.patni@gmail.com: yes

 me: This is Indian-Ness.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: and its great

  right?

1:47 PM me: Its complementary actually.

  Both worlds have their pros and cons.

  Neither is great nor mediocre.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: ok but we can use information also

 me: It has its own importance.

1:48 PM We use information but we don't view information in a materialistic form.

  Data is not equal to information.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: k

1:49 PM me: Different people have varying perception of Data i.e

  For same data they draw seperate information.

  Example..

1:50 PM One author analyzes what makes Coke more prefereable to Pepsi.

1:51 PM Indian author will deal with even deeper sense situation.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: like?

1:52 PM me: Infact Indian and Russian authors share style.

1:53 PM hemant.patni@gmail.com: true

 me: American and Europeans share other.

  Both are different.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: ok i got ur point

 me: Like, I find Chekhov, Dostovsky.. Similiar to premchand and Sharat.

1:54 PM But Shakespeare, Wordsworth and Mahadevi, Harivansh ray are very different.

1:55 PM hemant.patni@gmail.com: ya i agree....actually premchan used to read a lot of russian books ( mainly tolostoy)

1:56 PM me: Can you think, What makes Indian authors and revolutionaries rather interested in russian literature.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: and yes abt the second bunch of writers they r all poets

 me: And Not British.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: so they have common style

1:57 PM because britain ruled us

1:58 PM me: You know,

  Vietnamese revolutionaries use to read French books, venerate french authors and loved french culture.

1:59 PM Despite France ruled it til 1954.

2:00 PM hemant.patni@gmail.com: the other reason....we think in the similar way

2:01 PM me: This could be used as reverse-logic.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: ha ha ha....wrong ans...i know

 me: We think same because we read authors inspired by them.

2:02 PM hemant.patni@gmail.com: yes....but seriously....why we were inspied by russian authors

2:03 PM because there was no revolutionary writer at that time in britain will write abt poor ppl

 me: I think, This condition prevailed worldwide.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: which condition?

2:04 PM me: Mideval world-litterature is devoid of it.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: but not russian literature

  u see that is the difference

 me: If you think, communism has got any thing to do with mideval literature.

  Then its wrong perception.

2:05 PM Before 1917, Russia was akin any other european empire.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: no it is long before communism in russia

 me: Monarchy.

  Chekhov belongs much before it.

2:06 PM Did Bhartendu write about common people?

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: not.... but tolostoy is much older...and it was his style they all followed

2:08 PM me: So, Indian authors wanted a break from traditional writing.

  and followed russians.

2:09 PM hemant.patni@gmail.com: u r true abt Bhartendu and this new style of following russians was started by premchand and sharatchand

 me: Bu then does it has any implication on both being Philosophical..

2:10 PM How is writing about common people and writing philosophical linked..

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: they r not linked

  and it never said it does

2:11 PM i m only proving why our style matches with russians

2:13 PM me: But why americans write so materialistic.

  Even if they write some thing spiritual, It will be as if some materialistic.

2:14 PM That stupid style is now being copied by Indian authors also.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: if we generalize its like that...reasons i don't know

 me: Shiv Khera, Robin Sharma.... etc.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: thats why u hate them

2:15 PM me: Like Monk who sold his ferrari.. was materialistically spiritual.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: satya hai

 me: Yes !! I prefer reading freaks like Osho than these pesudo spiritual gurus.

2:16 PM hemant.patni@gmail.com: i can tell why robin sharma did like that

 me: Book Name: You must relax....

  Can you imagine, mere name creates restlessness....

2:17 PM This is spirituality of West.

  Why ?

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: he is an indain he can write a full spiritual book.......but it will not be sold in us

  its like making a movie

  u make it to earn money...not for being creative

 me: Its like selling a product.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: ya u got my point

2:18 PM me: But selling a product has two ways.

  1> Tap the existing market.

  2> Create the market.

  While Robin sharma, Edword de bono tap the existing markte.

2:19 PM They cater to materialisitc desire in people.

  Osho has created market. Then tapped it.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: yes u r right

 me: He won't cater to any need but he'll create the need Then sell his philosophy.

2:20 PM hemant.patni@gmail.com: u know what is sold most?

2:21 PM me: No statistics. But Brazil has considerable percentage of Osho followers.

2:22 PM I don't see/foresee Robin Sharma create any cult per se.

2:23 PM hemant.patni@gmail.com: ok

 me: Have you read Third wave. -- Alvin Toffler.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: no

 me: It has one very significant chapter in it.

2:24 PM About selling spirituality, cult formation etc.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: good

  so robin sharma read it and is now selling his product

 me: I found it englightening because I had some inclination towards Oshoism.

2:25 PM Robin Sharma is not linked with the topic..

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: ok

 me: It says, In future there will be many such cults like Oshoism.

  Each having its own perception of world, its own ideology..

2:26 PM Unlike present society, where a person is bound to one particular religion, caste and follows its rules and customs.

  He'll follow customs of particular cult.

2:27 PM People in a cult will be more cohesivly bound than people in society.

  Because its member ship is by will and not by birth.

2:28 PM Thats the reason I found it very significant.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: but do u think it will happen

  because i don't think it will happen in near future

2:29 PM me: I do. I have many reasons to believe it.. I'll come in 2 mins.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: ok

2:33 PM me: Education.

2:34 PM hemant.patni@gmail.com: how?

 me: and Access to information about other religions.

  Religion is way of rule spirit of un-educated people.

2:35 PM hemant.patni@gmail.com: true...and most ppl r still uneducated

 me: Why are uneducated people more religious/devout than educated.

  In world-perspective.

2:36 PM Good enuf percentage are literate.

  When people come in contact with people of drastically different customs.

  They tend to doubt there own.

2:37 PM So reach some pseudo state where they lose faith in both.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: ha ha ha....ho sakta hai

 me: Osho-like people takes advanatage of such inquisitive crowd.

2:38 PM Like when a stauch hindu comes in contact with staunch christian.

2:39 PM He gets amazed looking at their girls in minis.. taking vodka with family.

2:40 PM Had Hindu been educated, He won't get amazed, He will have moderate reaction within.

  Being liberal and moderate means you have others perspective either.

2:41 PM This creates the pseudo state of faithelessness in both the religions.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: aisa hota hai....that is why ppl like me don't have any faith

2:42 PM me: Some people like who don't even have faith in faithlessness.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: k

2:43 PM do u have any faith?

 me: I have faith in God but not in religion.

  I am spiritual but not religious.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: why in god?

2:46 PM me: Because I don't have many answers.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: so what?

7 minutes

2:53 PM me: When I don't have answer..

2:54 PM hemant.patni@gmail.com: u want some super power

 me: I think its because of GOD.

2:55 PM I don't any super power. I tend to believe there is somebody more power ful than most power ful human who can solve all my queries.

  He's GOD.

2:56 PM hemant.patni@gmail.com: ok..what if god is not there?

 me: It is equally likely that God doesn't exist.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: so?

2:57 PM me: Then as scientific and spiritual pursuit proceeds, all the queries will be solved.

2:58 PM Then nothing needs be attributed to GOD.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: see it is not nessecary to believe in god as u told....then why to believe?

3:00 PM me: It is against human habit to leave any thing unexplained. So GOD, to whom all the unexplained phenomenon could be attributed, is created.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: k

3:01 PM me: I am not doing research in those unexplained queries so I attribute it to GOD.

  Else I wouldn't.

 hemant.patni@gmail.com: sahi hai....ok i will go for tea c u later

 me: Ok. see ye.

Unbeknownst Memories..

She lied. Her eyes unraveled the truth. We occasionally passed across the disco, the virtual center of noise that existed in the city. Noise dissolved smoothly in the super-silence of midnight. We saw moon thru the forlorn tree and explained each other, each-other’s perspective. Utter bullshits!! And we knew, it was but still we did that unbeknownst of its para-psychic conjectures. Here’s the excerpt, few tidbits.

O Moon, so far.

So closer yet disparate to stars.

It happens one night..

There remains no bulb… no light..

And we could walk, drinking your cadence..

Never to discuss,

Just to witness your presence.

Alas! It never happened.

Still yearning incessance…

Once I saw her weeping, in my dreams. Never could I explain ethos of her pathos.. I knew, she knew better than I did. But she kept on weeping. Moon was forlorn amid those stars. I grew apathetic for don’t know why. May be rarely could I understand other’s feeling.. being introvert.
Now also, Occassionally I stand up in the balcony… and witness the Moon.

Only to realize,

Me not the only witnessee,

She is closer to stars … then to me…

Quite true… She had never…been.. closer to me…
-Durgesh O Mishra

Imperfection of Perfection

Imperfection of Perfection

It was three days long seminars and session, I had been through. At the end of third day, I felt like I passed from university. I had heard about a beach or rather an island 'Sentosa' in singapore. It was my third and last day in singapore. I never yearned for going to shopping malls or wandering around exquisite Arcade out there. I felt all that quite plastic.. man made places made rarely for needies but for hypocrites by hypocrites. I was neither needy nor hypocrites so I abhorred entering in it unless I am dying with hunger... Well, I was burdened with three long days of university and wanted to shirk off that as early as possible. No choice could be better than 'Sentosa'.

Cab left me at the entrance of the island. I boarded, the private bus of Sentosa. I was alone and the bus was empty. It is rare experience for a metro guy to travel in a bus empty unless its too late at night. But here noon sun was scorching overhead and the bus was quirking through small hilly roads of Sentosa. After around ten minutes, I reached the beach, the 'Sentosa Beach'. As my feet touched the ground, I felt it quite odd that it wasn't sand. It was a soil similiar to my hometown in Uttar pradesh. There were few directions for the beach. I followed it as If I was playing some computer game. Finally, I saw empty sky, blue ocean(after travelling 7000 miles from Homeland, again Indian ocean) and gray sand.

There were babes, ladies, couples, families and stags. Beach was full but not as full as it used to be in Goa. Well, Let me not be the judge for this, as I went on weekdays. Palm trees, Coconut trees were systematically grown as if somebody has arrayed it in predefined fashion. Not a single dead leaf can you find on coconuts branches. Not a single fallen leaf. All trees were marked as if they will be wiped out after some time. Not even a inch more sand tresspassing the foot path. I suspected if the fishes were cultured or naturally present. Small satellite island, an islet was bit distanced hanging in pure oceanic order. Wooden suspended bridge was formed between beach and the satellite island, with entry as closed. The wind moved but dead. The waves struck the sand. It looked dead. The whole crowd were enjoying a dead beach. It was so perfect that it looked plastic... highly man-made.. It lost the naturality. There was no sound in the wind. It moved as though in cemetary. I couldn't spend much time in that icon of perfection and left for some hot shot mall nearby. Perhaps, it was full-fledged superficiality, the temple of capitalism then half-humane , half-natural, mere perfection of Beach of 'Sentosa'.

glimpse of hypnotism...

My eyes rolled over and tucked to a point. She exclaimed with benediction, her thoughtful countenance and the splinter of subdued laughter, shirked on her face. Smirk of faithlessness on her face made me on the verge of lossing my confidence. But a garnered back the pieces of my dignity and let clear, discrete command, 'Concentrate on your knee. Your knee is full of pain. It needs to relax... relaaax.. relaaaaax...' Each time I said 'relax', I got more relaxed then she did. Each time, I switched over to different organ.. knee.. hips.. chest... chin.. eyes.. forehead... I subdued to greater slumber than she did. She had something else in her mind... She was not surrendered to me.. But I was surrendered to myself... I felt her breathe.. each and every breathe.. that relinquished from her nostril... was witnessed.

After a long time, the windows of the room were open. One gory tree stood there apathetically. Real life is colorful but this gory tree was black and white, colorless, devoid of life, meant only for scaring dwellers. She remained in meditative posture. I witnessed both, the lively she and the deadly tree. The gorgeous lady and unearthly, deadened tree. Between these two, I stood as passive passage between she and Thee. I meant to be a passage. But she was not open. I belied myself that she is getting hypnotised. But in indeed only I got hypnotised. I went into the deep relaxation where we both lived... Deep silence where we both lived happily forever......