BEING MYSELF

The great soul who made his country's burden of sorrow his own... Netaji called upon people to sacrifice their all and said: "For the present I can offer you nothing except hunger, thirst, privation, forced marches and death. But if you follow me in life and in death as I am confident you will, I shall lead you to victory and freedom." He had decided to continue the war of independence from some other territory.....but destiny ordained otherwise.........he was taken to another territory by the destiny.... His message to Indians from deathbed: "Jab apney mulk wapis jayein to mulki bhaiyon ko batana ki mein aakhiri dam tak mulk ki azadi key liyay larta raha hoon; woh Jange Azadi ko jari rakhen. Hindustan zaroor azad hoga, us ko koi gulam nahin rakh sakta." 'When you go back to the motherland, tell my countrymen that I have been fighting for the liberation of my country till the last breathe of my life; they must continue the struggle, India shall be fre...

On top of that Hill I stand again, Gazing to the past... I stretched my hands to regain but, in vain. Time, moved on but the memories, of those jocund days, make me wander in the past. Recollecting those days... Cherishing those memories with every step. We made every fun memorable Those never ending talks, chatting,munching,giggling,silly fights and all those days of celebration... Anything and everything we celebrated Hardly we knew, we were making memories... We annoyed each other But, enjoyed those days.. We were friends with so many trends. We had to bend some rules for our benefits. We had tough days But, we laughed at it together. Realising the Reality now.., Mind is heavy with memories. We are ripped apart, leaving those days behind. Now, no laughter to adore But, some memories to cherish Good Golden Days of School Life. Standing on top of that Hill, Regretting for the Bygone Days....!!! :( (2013)

What's the need to mourn? A piece of native land in your hand you own. You are Happy, no need to mourn. Air of your land, that too fresh makes you blush with happiness You are happy, You are not a vagrant, no need to mourn. While away your time with no anxiety. Be Happy. Peace of mind you can find, In a piece of land in the farm which can warm you. Happy you are to attain peace and health that is the best wealth. Monuments and Books, marks our past to cast our mind to Happiness. You are Happy. No need to mourn. You have land, Not a vagrant you are, You have health, You know the past. That is your Wealth (2014)

  On July 30, 2015, at around 6.30 AM, the Nagpur Central Jail witnessed the hanging of Yakub Abdul Razak Memon, an Indian terrorist and chartered accountant, who was convicted over his involvement in his 1993 Bombay bombings by Special Terrorist and Disruptive Activities Court on 27 July 2007. He was the brother of one of the prime suspects in the bombings, Tiger Memon. His appeals and petitions for clemency were all rejected and was executed by hanging on his 53rd birthday His case was one of the boiling topics of debate in the recent past. People from different strata of the society had different opinions on the matter. Some of them were waiting impatiently for Memon's execution, some were of the opinion that the taking of life by the state must be subject to the highest levels of constitutional scrutiny and to deny someone fundamental rights on the basis of public demands for revenge would cast serious questions over our claim of being a modern constitutional democracy. When t...

In the silence  of darkness, I endure the violence . My head turns red. The burning gives me pain But the humans gain. I compete with darkness, Being bright at night. I am the one who won Showing my might  till death My death, It was a sacrifice  For the mankind... who was not so kind to me. Still, Happy I am to share my brightness till death. (2009)

 I was introduced to the world, rather, the world was introduced to me in 1995. Yes, I possess the credit of existing in this world for 20 years. But, in the world of blogging, I am a new born baby. So, here I am breathing a  new life in the world of blogging. I am not acquainted with the etiquettes of blogging but I write. I have written many articles but never did those words travel out of my diary and now I am here to bring my thoughts, my emotions and my words to the world!!!  I don't know what is that I am going to write in it or more precisely, to blog. Poems? Articles? My Opinions and Observations? Not Sure. But I can assure that the origin of those works will be from my own self. Yes,  SwaBeingMyself!