"KHUSHIYAAN (hapiness) "

Once There lived a crazy guy who was all passionate about music, love, green grass, mountains ,rivers ,imagination, birds, breeze and life.
He wanted to play guitar and live his life on his own terms.

Later on he became a renowned and famous guitarist of the whole world.

But, when he was young, he had this burning quest for finding out the true meaning of happiness(KHUSHIYAAN) in life. To find out ,He searched through all sorts of things and possessions that are apparently described to give happiness to others such as money, fame, cars, female, house etc etc but he found happiness in none of them. He also visited all worshiping places from temples, mosque to gusudhwara and church because people tends to find peace and happiness at such places. But, that too didn't  served his purpose .True, It all gave him happiness but it was not permanent. It gave him happiness just for some moments!

Then, On a random day while walking through an unknown path with his guitar on his back. he catches  glimpse of some children playing and rejoicing at a distance. he headed in that direction. the path he was walking on leads him to an elementary school.

He goes in and watch them children play for a while. while he was watching them his own childhood flashed in front of his eyes and he felt elevated and happy from within. he pulls front his guitar and played a beautiful melody for the kids.

On that day, He founds out that the Real happiness lies in being simple , being emotional ,funny, being stupid and living in the present moment. It lies inside and in being childlike. He stored that lesson in his heart till the end of his days and lived a happy life.

So, lets take on some free moments out of your apparently busy life and make a trip to your past.
Search for the child you were once whose innocence and simplicity faded away by the harsh slaps of life and feel that innocence , that smile and that simplicity once again.
I bet you will feel really happy. :)

" SEASONS OF FLIGHT "

" SEASON OF FLIGHT " PhotoBLOG #3


Empty cup of my coffee and lazy evening hours,
reminiscing the sweet old childhood memories.

When i was a kid, I had a wish. A wish to be amidst the birds , gliding through the cold winds unbound and out-controlled , be on top of the whole world. In short i had a wish to fly.

From the days when i was a kid to the day today , I'm extremely mesmerized and rejoiced by kites.
By their color, various shades of red ,blue and black by their patterns like 'Akhiyal' , 'kaanbaaz', 'sarkata' and so on. but my all time favorite is " Pariyal " The angel kite..! i love it.

Maybe, my love for kites is because in a way they are the replica of my wish. My wish to fly, be amidst the birds , glide through the winds unbound and stay on top of the world. They could do it all.

I remember As a kid(7 or 8) , i used to fly kites with my cousins. They knew the doe's and don's of kite flying, i didn't.
So, i was always the one handled the job to hold the wheel. I used to cry to them to lemme fly the kite. Usually they use to hush me down but sometimes coz of my peak crying and complaining to mom they use to let me hold the string.But, as soon as the kite tends to come down or get imbalanced they use to snatch the string and put the kite back to its upward flight. I felt sad and very angry at those moments because i wanted to control the kite,even if it tends to comes down it should be me guiding its way up in the sky.

So, everyday after coming back from school i used to rush to Bade papa's terrace ( our neighbor , we didn't had boundary on our terrace so i was not allowed to go up alone) and learn how to fly kites. For some days i wasn't able to even fly my kite to the next terrace. Slowly , slowly my skills were improving. After a week or so i got the drill to initiate the flight but i was still not able to control the kite in air. It use to come back down or got stuck in the big trees nearby our house. This went on for another week or less. Now, i was improving very fast and then the day came.

I came home from school, had my meal and rushed to the terrace. This time i decided checkpoints.
My first checkpoint was to put the kite to flight. I did it, it was the simple part now. Second checkpoint was to bypass the big Neem tree. I just did it, for the first time. And then there was no stopping back. It went far and far till it was cut by my friend Rajat. that didn't mattered. I was at peace. i felt free and rejoiced as my wish to fly was fulfilled by my kite.

Even today flying Kite has the same meaning to my life. it frees me from my earthly bounds and let me control my life for some moments all by myself.

Happy MAKAR SANKRANTI .



 

" TWO FRIENDS AND A WELL "

                                          


Many a times in life we get strength to do such brave acts or such an act of courage that later on when its done its hard for us to believe the fact that we did it. The reason behind that enormous power ,that strength that made us invincible is always a mystery for us. WHAT GAVE US THAT POWER.?

I experienced the same feeling when i was in Pune. For the very first interview of my life. In june-2012 , it was the first time i traveled that far away from my home town(ujjain) alone. my personal interview for application in #symbiosis #school of #photography , pune was scheduled on 19th June. I reached pune on 17th. Stepped out of the station , took a cab , booked a room , kept my luggage and rushed to sleep. I was afraid.

On the next day(18th)  after getting ready  , i somehow convinced myself to go out and explore. I went to a mall, had my meal, came back and went to sleep, Again.!
 later in eve, I was to meet a mutual friend of mine who was already a selected candidate for the course and were to go to the campus together the next day. We meat at 6 PM. Then i Shifted to a less expensive hotel. Kept our luggage , went out for meal , came back, had some chat and went to bed. The Next day was THE DAY.!!

I woke up tensed !
We boarded the bus for college at 9:30 and reached the premises by 11:00. My interview was at 1 pm. we waited in the waiting room. Other applicants went in and came out. most of them were trendy and cool unlike a small town guy like me. It was 12:45. I was literally shaking with fear and anxiety. The attendant called me out. I stood up, took my portfolio in hand and went for it. As i was about to push that door and enter to Mr. Shirish r karale , director of SSP cabin, I closed my eyes and said to myself " I CAN DO IT ".
You wont believe me. As i entered through that door, i was practically a different person . I greeted him, he made me sit. Firstly,  He asked me to describe myself and my passion for photography and i did with a level of confidence and charisma  that i have never felt before. I didn't fumble(i usually do) nor did i illuminated anything. It was all from the heart. The whole interview went awesome. It was me that i never thought i could be. I was confident .NOW , HOW WAS I ABLE TO DO THAT ? WHAT GAVE ME THAT POWER ?

I got the answer in a STORY .
Its a story about two best friends who lived in a small village. they were like brothers. one was 7 and other was 10. Once a day while playing like usual they went quite far from the village. While playing the 10 year old boy accidentally fell into a well . He started screaming. he was screaming loud for help. he didn't know hot to swim. the 7 year boy tensed,  started looking for someone whom he could call out for help. but, he found none, no one was there. His friend was screaming with fear. Fear of death. Suddenly, the 7 year boy's eyes narrowed on a rope tied to a bucket.  Without wasting any time he grabbed the rope and threw the bucket in the well and asked his friend to hold it.  He started pulling the rope hard. hared and harder. his fingers burning with pain but that didn't stop him. he kept on pulling the rope like a madman. Harder and harder. he kept on pulling and ultimately brought his friend on surface.
On surface, They cried , hugged and rejoiced as they were safe and could rush home. But at the same time they were afraid about the consequences. what will happen when they will reach home and tell about their parents and villagers about the incident, they all will scold them and they will be punished severely.

But, matter of fact nothing happened. No one even believed them. all the people laughed and thought they were taking tales. because, a mere child of 7 who was not strong even to lift a bucket filled with water. then its a way too far a thing to believe that he could pull his friend out of the well and save his life.

They were telling the truth yet no one believed them. No one, except one. Rahim chacha, he was the wisest man to the village. He believed them. Everyone was shocked because Rahim chacha was the man who was always right and wise. They all confused, went for Rahim chacha and asked him to explain how the boy was able to do that act of strength and bravery.?

Chacha laughed and told them that the question was not about HOW he did it. the boy already explained it. He just threw the rope and pulled his friend out. the real question is WHY is was able to do it.? What gave him the STRENGTH. ?

Everyone frustrated asked chacha to explain this WHY himself. chacha answered.
 " He said that when the boy was trying to save his friend . when he was trying hard to pull that rope. When he was trying hard to SAVE his friend , HE WAS ALL ALONE. no one was close to him. NO ONE WAS THERE. No one, who could tell him that " HE CAN'T DO IT . Not even HE HIMSELF ". So he did it.

That is the only reason i can connect to why I WAS ABLE to give that interview with flying colors( later i got selected from 500 candidates, but i didn't join) and that 7 year boy was able to SAVE HIS Friend's LIFE.
NO ONE WAS THERE  to tell us That WE CANT, NOT EVEN WE OUR-SELF.

So don't let anybody ever tell you that you can't do something. Ohh YES, YES YOU CAN.!!

Doobta Suraj

Doobta Suraj or pedon pe vapis loute hue panchi , ellan kar rahe he Ek or din ke guzar jaane ka.
Ye juzarta hua din jo har kissi ko ek sa mila tha. Kissi ne khush ho ke isse jiya to kissi ne gum me nikal diya.
kissi ne apne sapno ke peeche bhagte hue to kissi ne rajai ke neeche alsaate hue. Ye guzarta hua din or ye 'samay', ab kabhi bh , kissi ke liye bh, vapis loutke nahi ayega.

Sochta hun to samajh aata he ki is duniya jaha itna kuch he , bas ek 'samay' hi to he jo har ek insaan ko hisse me barabar ka mila he. Issi 'samay' ko koi reng ke, koi chal ke to koi bhagte hue beeta deta he or phir ek din chala jata he, apne peeche sab kuch chod bas yaadein sath liye. issi 'Samay' ki.

To ab se, aj se. me bas inhi kuch yaadoan ko, jo mere sath jayegi, yaadgar banane ki koshish karunga. taki jab me Inhe yaad karu to mujhe jara sa bh afsos na ho or me masti se keh saku ki ' waah kya samay beeta tha' .. :)