Close the Hate Factories

In Peshawar days must be dawning and evenings falling with the same pace. People would have started picking up the threads of their lives, but some lives would have changed for all times. Mothers of those children who departed maybe still crying with throats parched and eyes swollen, fathers may be having the listlessness of controlling their emotions for the sake of the other family members and yet having a burning volcanoes buried in their chest of not been able to do anything.
Those who did this heinous crime against children were taking revenge they said. Revenge from whom those unknown children and unknown families. How could they fill up so much of hatred in the minds of some young minds for committing a beastly act? Did they ever read the story of Prophet Mohammud? Because Prophet Muhammad was spreading the word of God, many disliked Muhammad and planned to kill him. Every time they tried to kill him, they failed. Many people started harassing him. One old woman made a habit of throwing rubbish on Prophet Muhammad when ever he passed from her house. Muhammad had to pass that house daily on the way to the mosque. Even when the old woman threw rubbish on him, he would pass silently without showing any anger or annoyance. This was a regular, daily event.
One day when the Prophet was passing by, the woman was not there to throw the rubbish. He stopped and asked the neighbour about her well-being. The neighbour informed the Prophet that the woman was sick on bed. The Prophet politely asked permission to visit the woman.
When allowed he entered the house, the woman thought that he had come there to take his revenge when she was unable to defend herself because of sickness. But the Prophet assured her that he had come to her, not to take any revenge, but to see her and to look after her needs.
The old woman was greatly moved by this kindness and love of the Prophet. Those with minds full of hatred and revenge should take a leaf from the life of prophet.

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Jagjit Singh – Chithi Na Koi Sandesh jane vo kaunsa des jahan tum chale gaye.

Jagjit Singh was like an elder brother. Whenever he came to the city for his concerts, we made it a point to meet him. They say his music was simple it touched you, so was Jagjit Singh himself. Years back when he was studying in D A V college Jullundur, he would sit with all of us in the kitchen and eat, followed by hours of singing. Music was his life. He was always passionate about it. He used to, on a harmonium create music of fear, suspense, etc.,. even in those days.  He was not only a singer but a born composer of music.  A couple of years back I asked him in Bangalore do you still do reaz. He said, with his well known light hearted humour, What else will I do, I know only that. God does not give everything  to you. So was the life of Jagjit Singh. He struggled in Mumbai, in the beginning for years,  despite the most haunting voice, to get a foothold in film industry as a singer. That was the time when he once said, I am called in every function of film industry people but yet not given a song in the film by those very people. Tenacity, hard work, passion, warmth, simplicity, perseverance, good nature are all the adjectives that fit Jagjit Singh’s life.

This photograph is after one of his concerts in Chaudariah Bangalore when Chitraji used to still sing with him in the concerts. He had introduced us to Chitraji who was immaculately dressed in a white jari. And later told me our bags are always tied up doing concerts from one place to the other. He was still in his work and call came, did not give him a chance to tie up the bags this time. He went leaving us all sad where Chithi Na Koi Sandesh jane vo kaunsa des jahan tum chale gaye.

We are proud of you brother, you touched so many lives with your soulful haunting voice. Grew above your personal tragedy and kept on giving to the world your music, along with helping various causes of charity. You became world famous yet remained accessible. Your intelligent selection of Gazals, understanding of Urdu and decorating as you said yourself the words with the music came straight from your soul and touched the hearts of people.

Learn to Love yourself.

A baby is born with no feelings of imperfection. He/she gives a smile to all who are showing love to it. It does not hate. It makes its choices, sticks to them. AND SLEEPS PEACEFULLY. He/She was sleeping like a baby we say. But slowly we lose the capacity of sleeping like a baby. Based on the messages we get, Accept and Give ourselves, we create beliefs and thoughts – thoughts about ourselves and others. Just as a cricket endlessly chatters in the absolute silence of a jungle, we create a noise in ourselves of likes, dislikes, insinuations, imperfections, jealousies, wants, fulfilled and unfulfilled desires. This noise is of our thoughts.

Thoughts that will create actions. Actions that will create reactions – desirable and undesirable.  And that will become life, pleasant or unpleasant.
Two things are very clear. We must learn to give a pause between action and reaction. Secondly, before being critical about anyone ask ourselves, what is the reality, reality that I see and reality of the other person? Trust me if we will start seeing the reality of the other person we will be able to forgive others very easily. Did I say forgive?  No, forgiving is also a form of ego.  Who are we to forgive others?

 We will be able to accept others whole heartedly, if we are able to perceive their reality.

Ask yourself am I finding the person or the situation wrong because of my own ego, or I have a genuine concern. Am I making a noise or whistle blowing out of hatred and jealousy? What is the percentage and proportion of the two elements? Tap the door of your mind, and ask are my thoughts and reactions born of ego and personal fanaticism. If so I need to look at them again and drop them. This will help to understand the situation. Live better, love yourself and love others.

But where are you?

When you have something you never realise how valuable is what you possess. Do we ever think the importance of our gift of memory, power of thinking, various body parts and so on. They are all taken for granted – just as the things around us and relationships. We go on spinning and weaving the endless warp and weave, of work, of love, of hatred, of competition, of attachment, of desires – never stopping – taking our life as endless and immortal. We plan for years ahead, we create dreams and change dreams to reality we create posts of achievements and create goals with each goal we think we have come that much closer to the joys we are seeking. But the race goes on till suddenly one day we find it can be all over in no time. While running our race we forgot that poor heart was getting tired, the nerves were not getting enough rest, kidneys were not able to take the tension till a bulb fuses, a partial loss – if you are lucky, some one says to you, go slow, if you are not it is all over. The posts of achievement, a house, your prestige, your loved ones, your responsibilities, your family all are there but where are you…

Standing on Quick Sand

Many years back the East took or perhaps was forced to take a decision to follow the economic policies and ways of West. Science and technology brought with it myriad comforts hither to unheard of by common people. Physical comforts were most soothing. So were the aesthetics created without the painstaking labour and learning of years. All at the click of a mouse. Think… if one day the mouse stops. The computer starts staring at you with a lot of meaningless junk. All your files are lost? With faculties and training already numbed due to this wonder machine what will happen to the mankind? Do we have a back up for a world suddenly thrown in the gallows of chaos? Will we be in a position to pull ourselves out?

I have seen clouds like bales of cotton from the sky from air planes’ windows, I have also seen the bales of clouds suddenly going scarlet with setting sun bathing them but today I saw darkness not the usual vacuum like but vapours of absolute darkness engulfing the small toy called the air plane. The plane moved but through an unending darkness engulfing it from all sides. Are we in the present social and economic scenario getting engulfed in darkness.

May be the pessimist in us will be defeated by the bailout of light but darkness may spread its fangs again.

Let us research and create technical and value based mental backups for avoiding that.