Preview of Practicality and Conviction

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Jai Hanuman gyan gun sagar

Jai kapis tihun lok ujagar”

I haven’t enchanted this above mantra in my entire life. However, since yesterday, I can’t stop enchanting it. It was yesterday- the day I’d never like to forget- that I got the opportunity to read an upcoming book titled ‘Practicality and Conviction’ by Dr. Mukesh Setia. As the title is self-explanatory, the book tells us about practicality and conviction in our daily lives; but, in a simple, yet complex manner. Simple in the sense that the both these words are described as an eternal relation between Lord Rama (whom the author has taken as Practicality) and Lord Hanuman (taken as Conviction). The complex part is that people are unable to understand the relation that has existed between them.

The author enthusiastically claims the book to be an interpretation of the holy book Hanuman Chalisa written in a very fascinating manner to help people realize their true potential and worth. After about two hours’ of concentrated reading (because I couldn’t keep my eyes off the book), my thinking process has been changed for better. It is a good read for those who keep rattling about their goalless life because it gives you ‘n’ number of reasons to see your life from a different perspective.

The book will surely take you by the storm and will give a meaningful insight into the depths of life. It is not a mere text that a reader reads, enjoys and puts it back on the book shelf; it is more of a feeling, which a reader feels, experiences and then keeps it with himself as a guiding light. The book conveys that everything happens for a reason and we should, for no reason, stumble on the opportunities that we get every now and then. To take opportunities as it comes is practicality and to do task willfully is conviction. The author has tried his level best to interpret the verses as accurately as possible. Interpreted in crisp and short paragraphs, each word is as powerful as the Hanuman Chalisa itself. Even though one tries getting one's eyes off the book, the intriguing pictures of Lord Rama and Lord Hanuman won't let one do it.

The author has interpreted the Hanuman Chalisa in his book; however, my interpretation of his book would be: Instead of letting the destiny to play its role, one should make efforts to change the destiny itself. The book gives an opportunity to the readers to interpret it in their own unique style that defines their personality.

“It is not just any one feeling but a myriad of human enriched values and principles like wisdom, power, conviction, honesty, strength, struggle, truth which gives me abundant positive energy.”- says the author. The author has no great spiritual background, but has spent years experiencing the ground realities of life. He is an expert in Human Rights and Family Education and holds a Professional doctorate in Management. Won’t you call this a combination of practicality and conviction?

BOOK DETAILS:

MRP: 125INR

ISBN: 9788190475372

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Yes, You’re a loser

you lose out on basic things

that you think are not much important

though they complete you from within

it’s your sheer carelessness

 

you lose out on making people realize

that how much you care for them

it’s how you’d decided to take things

for you’d thought of your betterment

 

you lose out on your last train home

and the way you criticize the world

the world’s not a scoundrel

because you have nothing to offer

 

Certainly you lose out on living life

you don’t know its worth

it’s your own precious life

don’t destroy it for the world

Come Back…A beautiful song…

(This time I’ve tried something new. I’ve tried my hand at writing a song. It’s my first song, please comment. I' won’t be baffled if you say that it’s bad)

I don't need to close my eyes

to find you in my closets every time

I may seem lonely under the scorching sun

but you're the crowd beside me when i wanna have fun

the leaf-like smell of your hair

I sense it on my body

when you hugged me to overcome my fears

oh my dear  please come near, i won't nag you and we'll both love Sarah

hey baby please don't go

the papers say that he'll be with me but nothing can separate you and him

you'll be the father, I'll be the mother

he'll enjoy his parents deeply loving each other

just come over to see him once

I'm sure you won't go

when she wriggles her miniature fingers

it seems like your first touch of on my nakedness

don't make me sob in the washroom's corner

I see your face beaming over the top

baby please come home

I'm still alone

on this hospital's bed

when i close my eyes the flashback starts

you might have forgotten

that we were together since we were one

I'd let you kiss my Barbie doll

in return of tossing your lucky coins

the time's not change but that it's our doll like baby and more precious than those coins Sarah

come kiss her, toss her, she's missing you baby please come home

She and I are alone

please come home

Because I don’t need to close my eyes to find you in my closets every time

 

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SEX: USE PRECAUTION WITH A CAUTION

They stripped each other's clothes one by one while playing scrabble. In first few games Prashant won and stripped her scarf, loosened her Louis Vinton belt and untied her Gucci shoes. In the following games, Aarakshi, still voluptuous, didn't give him a chance to touch her body till he was almost naked with just his underwear covering the main part. As soon as he was completely naked, she herself stripped her clothes, unable to control her desperation. They both were ready- for a sexual intercourse for the first time on their own bed in their newly owned house. Ever since Prashant had left for the job to the US, she waited for an eternity for this to happen. She thanked her mother-in-law for calling Prashant back to his land after an unexpected death of his father, and persuading him to join their flourishing family business. Her mother-in-law immediately joined a missionary while she and Prashant moved to a different mansion of their own. He earned quite a lot than he spent and this was the reason that he didn’t join his family business when he’d the skills to earn for himself. They both stood naked beside the bed. Her celibacy accentuated her desperation even more. Now, it was time to admire him and make him feel that she was same as before her marriage- she'd same pleasing curves which he admired in him and he'd same childlike innocence. However, this time they prepared themselves for a plan - a plan to make babies. Now, she didn’t have to tolerate that rubber in her body, no matter however soft it was. After all, it had been seven years that she waited to have kids- getting them ready for their first day to the school, teaching them how to comb hair, giving them good night kisses every night and every morning and choosing for them.

They both waited for each other to make the first move and after a few seconds of silence and deep breaths, Prashant started to admire her breasts. She curled her tongue and bit her lower lip with shyness. A scene came alive in front of her eyes when she was nineteen and they had sex for the first time. Then Prashant, just eighteen, after kissing her, moved his hands firmly over her breasts. His firm touch now seemed as if she were nineteen again. Smart, intelligent, masculine and shy Prashant was a cutie-pie during his schooling. Almost every girl in his class felt for him; however, he liked his senior Aarakshi who was the most beautiful that he’d ever seen. Being on bed with the girl he’d liked made him feel highly elated. After a long foreplay, their souls entwined to make their first baby after seven years of their marriage. Her face beamed and she saw her eyes glistering through his while laying on him, still naked and blissfully seductive, almost reaching the orgasms.

Two months later, both perplexed, with Aarakshi showing no signs of an impregnated woman, consulted a sexologist. The sexologist found Aarakshi’s body allergic to condoms and announced that she’d had too much sex years ago and now would not be able to carry a child.

PS: Use precautions with cautions. Many women are allergic to cheap rubber of condoms. Do consult your doctor first while using a precaution. AIDS IS A DEADLY DISEASE. If you think that by this way people read and learn that helps them live a healthy living then please make an effort to sharing this story and buzzing your friends.

At nine o' clock

On the edge of the seat
his ambitions takes a leap
he claps his hands in ecstasy
watching his life topsy-turvy

Rippin' the last scrap of shame
under the smoulderin' flame
he now feels disgusted from the core
for he'd desperately craved for more

Exasperation arrogance, suffocation and endurance
he took for granted each and every chance
his blurtin' out would seem cliché
making everything wrong right in its own way

He'd made the nipples rust
had one night stands to feed his lust
love for him was an ill-defined feel
for nothing was there that could make him kneel

On a moonless night
an enchantress was far at sight
her skin was white her eyes were blue
blonde, beautiful and thoughtfully true

He could not control his desperation
he'd his own ways of persuasion
the next night their souls entwine
she transmitted him with AIDS sharp at nine

One day in his past
he'd made a promise quite fast
livin' with her till the end of his life
and promising at nine the oath of his wife

Her life devastated when she got to know
he was a sexist and not the one to wow
she took a gleaming knife
pierced it through her face and still survive

Characteristically life had given her one more chance
with a new face she felt almost in trance
she was operated with an unforgettable mistake
Though she'd a new face but with it AIDS

Years later she died on the desert sand
with a hope that they'd meet on a different land

MERCY

 

1)
It’d been a long while
That I’d tried hard to strive
Hard work’s not all that that I’d tried
There’s simply one more mile
as I had always been told
I waited for the finish line to come
to end my prolonged journey of life
I may be called as an idiot
people may regard it as a suicide
though they told me there was a lot more to come
indeed that would be in another life
When I'll meet God
I'll not ask Him why
because it was me who wanted to come to Him
all the wishes that I'd desired
had thought they would come true before I die
who knew that He doesn't entertain
to those who let wishes be wishes
2)
I told Him about cynicism
He pointed towards a man eating an animal
I told Him about the poor who suffer
He pointed towards a man, good enough to buy all poor
I told Him about my sour relations with my wife
He showed me how much she misses me after I'm not there
I told him that life sucks
He laughed and said that you haven't lived much
I realized what disaster I had done
it was not my life but a contract between Him and me
a deal that couldn't be sealed
for I had been too mean
3)
I wailed for long, long hours
He told that you can't have back that time
it was given it to you to worship Me
and find the soul residence in My heart
He said that you've screwed it all up
I begged Him for Earth, water, fire and love
so that I too can go back and reside in His heart
4)
He too sympathized with me
for He was actually God
He showed me my wife who was then happy and gay
inappropriate thoughts crossed over my mind
a little more time passed by
I saw her when she was just about to deliver a child
my soul(body) ached and I vanished into the air
in a few moments I was beside her
her watery eyes glinted and I smiled
5)
The contract is set yet again
another life's sprung
indeed there is a lot more to come

The alchemist...My best poem

She's the one
a wonderful girl
when she gets annoyed
moon comes out in the sky
when she's happy
the sun sings a lullaby
her stretching smile
keeps the sunflower alive
her one deep breath
is enough to feed the aquatic life
her one touch
turns metals into gold
she's an alchemist
the one of her kind

She never dreamt for anything
for nothing's there that she desires
but she's unaware
that there's one thing
which can ruin her life
when she descended upon Earth
God had made a plan
she would get all but one
that she would never be able to
bear a child
for the powers were unique
that could not be entwined

One one gloomy day
she met a poor guy
who begged her for gold
to transform his miseries
into a lavish life
the girl showered him with caresses
a thought crossed over man's mind
what if he marries her
and get the same powers as hers
in the form of a pulchritudinous daughter
whom he would market the world

The girl had all
but was athirst for love
she loved his fake benignancy
married him the next month
on the night of her marriage
he tried having sex with her
the girl turned into a man
She was God
who Himself descended upon Earth
to remove the miseries
God punished the man
and turned him into an ugly woman
to suffer the pain
Still He remains an alchemist
to help the needy
but from a different world

Draft 1 of except 1 of my second book.

The bell tinkled as he stroked it before entering the temple. He rushed to his favourite God- Lord Shiva, whose statue was just a few feet away from the entrance.
Rohan folded his hands and prayed to God, ‘Today, I’ll complete forty days in your worship. And, you’ll have to show me that you’re there, up there listening to me and my wishes. You’re there to tell me why I’m suffering now. You’ll have to answer that why couldn’t my soul rest in peace in your planet that you sent him back to this odd world.’
The same night, he felt dizzy. Probably the beer had done it all at his friend Raman’s party. As he drifted to bed, a large mass of gas appeared in front of his eyes. He rubbed his eyes vigorously and it disappeared into the air in a flash. He cursed those few cans that made him feel almost woozy.
Next morning, he ordered his servant to get him a glass of water. The servant placed the glass on the bed’s side table. She then attended the call of her maalkin, whom she used to call didi, was busy preparing the breakfast in the kitchen.
‘Never my mother had looked so young to me.’-The way his sister Rohini once joked.
The glass tumbled from his hand and after spilling water on the bed it fell onto the floor with a crash-tinkle voice that occupied the whole room.
He lashed forward from the pillow-cum-back-rest of the bed and ordered his servant to replace the bed sheet.
‘Acha bhaiya ji.’-the servant said from the dining hall.
He rushed to the bathroom and as always he first took a bath and then brushed. His father used to get annoyed at his unusual habit of bathing first and brushing the teeth after that. Often his mother prepared his favourite idli sambar so that he would brush first tempting to eat it sooner. Maybe, she wanted him to change his habit of bathing-then-brushing to brushing-then-no bathing. However, he seemed to enjoy the attention that he used to get every morning; unlike his two sisters who were more punctual than the crows which flocked around the veranda in search of food sharp at six in the morning.
After brushing his teeth with a towel that hung loosely from his waist he hunted for a comb. He knotted the towel even below that of his low-waist jeans and was pretty much confident that it wouldn’t slip off. Even this annoyed his dad and he enjoyed it.
He wore his clothes and announced his mother that he was going to meet his teacher. She insisted for a breakfast but he refused. He looked for his wallet which he left on the bed the previous day after returning from the party. There he saw that the bed sheet wasn’t replaced and water had made an unusual patch. He saw the patch from the other side of the bed and realised that the patch exquisitely resembled a trishool, Lord Shiva’s main weapon.
He’d a mixed feel; he was highly elated seeing that it was God’s indication that He’d listened to his prayers but the fear of not recognising Him once he would meet Him made him feel apprehensive. In his mind, he’d developed a hope that he would meet God once in his life. He decided that he would not miss even a single chance of recognising Him.

My third book

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Quite lately I’ve decided how to go about my third book. I’ve stated researching on it. My research includes reading various scriptures namely The Bhagwat Geeta, the Holy Quran, the Bible, the Guru Granth Sahib and many more alike. The book is expected to be a combination of spiritual and material world. It’ll include fiction as well as it’ll comprise teachings of great sages.

For now, I’ve the central character in my mind named Saira. A peaceful character that sees an awful death of her grandmother, indulges in reading what LIFE AFTER DEATH means. She goes through all the readings that I’m researching on it at present and finally she also dies. She sees the path through seven heavens to meet the God. Either she could take the re-birth road to the materialistic world or to a world of God.

What is God and where he resides; is all the book will be about.

You can give me suggestions for the title

Till now I’ve decided for THE AFTEREFFECTS/IN SEARCH OF GOD

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Sanjay Kataria

IN LOVE

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I met you out of curiosity
you made my life legendry
your kindness pleased me
to be the one i always wanted to be

You were my senses when i couldn't feel
you were my heart when i couldn't beat
you were almost everything that i could dream
I wish you were there with me

Your eyes were brighter than the sun
your smile was wider than the a thousand kilometre run
when you outstretched your arms the horizons merged
To make a new beginning after everything surged

I never wanted you to let go
abstaining me to cheer and to wow
i was left alone midst depression
wish i could call for a revolution

If God's great to let me find you, again
I'll request you to throw me and slain
for i could never hurt you
though you did, but I couldn't be you

They all say me that I unknowingly fear
where are you, oh my recherché dear
I'm waiting to be slain
to be "In Love" trained

Valentine’s day

“How was my valentine’s day?”- I repeatedly keep asking myself this question that keeps me away from being “normal”.

“It was great.”- My mind answers.

“Was it really a valentine’s day? Don’t cheat yourself, Sanjay!!! Why don’t you say that you’re consoling yourself? Why don’t you announce that you’re still single?”-My heart retaliates.

This mind/heart controversies are endless and I’m tired to find the correct path. Actually, I’m tired to learn that there exists no path.

72.3%

I’m happy with my performance at the internal examinations in college. I secured 72.3% till now and it’s expected only to go up since maths marks are yet not disclosed.

Wish me luck.

And, I’m disappointed to learn that nobody knows when are my external exams.

SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE- Gratuitous assault on Hinduism

Slumdog millionaire- Now, I don’t need to explain what it is since it has already occupied a position internationally. It’s a combination of two contrasting and complementary words- SLUMDOG and MILLIONAIRE. If not anyone else, it has surely made Danny Boyle a millionaire after an international recognition with 10 nominations at the 81st annual Academy of Motion Picture Art and Science Awards (popularly known as Oscars). But the word Slumdog is the one which has been associated with India that the director has left behind. Open air lavatories, slums, prostitution, brothels, child labour, blinding and maiming of kids, traffic jams, irresponsible call centres is what portrayed in the film. Aren’t these projected to replace the illusionary perception of India as a land of snake charmers? For me, it’s a poor projection and an onslaught on India, particularly Hinduism.
Critics felt that the movie sells India's poverty to West and some others had raised objections to the word 'slumdog' on grounds that people living in Indian slums were being referred to as 'dogs'.
I saw the film. Amazing cinematography, however, it lacked on several grounds that distorts reality. Ask yourself. Isn’t it denigrating Hinduism? Isn’t it making a comical exaggeration out of India? Well, if not, then I have certain arguments to support my view.
One: Jamal, the protagonist is asked a question whose answer is Satyamev Jayate. An innovative and extremely smart hero who studied in a school besides living in slums with standard of education so high that he was drilled with the names of three characters of the famous book ‘The three Musketeers’ but not the meaning of Satyamev Jayate. Isn’t it an insult of the Indian education system? Wouldn’t an American child know the meaning of ‘In God We Trust’?
Two: The two monsters casted in the film who maim, cripple, blind and exploit children in order to make them earn higher by begging on streets was something that could be taken for granted by the audience. It’s a grim reality, actually. However, is there any reason why deliberately Darshan do Bhagwan has been included when Bollywood tracks are more the stereotype? It’s just to move away from the reality when it has been clearly messaged that “this do exists”.
There’re still more facts to support my view but I think these would do.
Until recently when I watched Slumdog Millionaire I considered myself a power Hindu trying to follow Hinduism in a dignified manner. Now, after watching the film I feel a tickle in my bones as I just can’t stand it anymore because my blood actually boils. After the movie I translated the title of the movie in Hindi to my friends: Jhopadpattti ka Crorepati Kutta and all of them started laughing. (I’m sure this must have made you laugh too.)
Then, I had no answer. But now by the means of this article I just want to answer that they didn’t laugh on the Hindi translation, indeed, they laughed on their ethics, on their religion, on their mediocre thinking. Why are we selling our souls to the West? The problem is fundamental and lies in the nature of accountability of the internal authorities. I think exposing the internal affairs to the West after the N-deal has become a tradition.

IF YOU CAN READ THIS, THEN THANK GOD

 

Recently, I was speeding up for my college when I observed something deep and confusing. I was confused observing some of the odd things that God has made into the material existence. While driving, I saw a boy not more than fourteen years selling famous novels by great authors. I asked him: ‘Are these original ones?’ He readily said yes without realizing that they were not originals. He didn’t even know to differentiate between the original and the duplicate ones, maybe, because he had never got a chance to see the original copies of the same books in his life. Then I asked him: ‘Do you have the alchemist by Paulo Cohelo?’ He then spread all the books distinctively on his palm, such that the title of each book was visible and said: ‘I don’t know, but I’ve only these. Please buy from them only.’-He said and insisted me to buy. He knew how to display the books to the customer and just few minutes before from then on, I had seen him stopping in front of only those cars whose owners were driving or, were at least sitting at the back seat. So, ultimately he also knew which sections of the customers are to be targeted. He didn’t know to read and write, however, he had the practical knowledge- who all would be willing to buy, how to approach the customer, how much time to spend with each customer and so on. If he could learn the practical knowledge, then, maybe, he could grasp through the marketing concepts as well. It’s just the matter of opportunity. Those who get it, take it for granted; and those who are unfortunate, they never come to know that they had been struck by an opportunity.

It was then that I felt the need for education and awareness. There are many institutions and organizations working for the same cause, but it’s pointless to educate these children without educating their parents. It is not them who are willing to work for endless hours at the roadside, but their parents who are forcing them to do so. Many children who enroll for the Non Governmental Organizations (NGOs); in most cases, they stop continuing after a few months as they fail to add to the income of the family.

In their childhood, they act as a source of mercy to their poor parents who use them to beg on the roads. A debile child makes it easier for its parents to look more pitiful and miserable.

In their adolescence, they are always kept away from books and other sources of education, just because then they would not be able to earn to support their family. If, even by chance they feel the need for education and awareness, they are thrown into the pangs of ‘the bad world,’ which invokes them to live for some immoral reasons. Boys become addicted to drinking and smoking and girls are forced to sexual practices.

Finally, in their adulthood they get married to have more children and more income.

This is the scenario with present India, where no ones is at fault. It’s just that the thinking process has to be altered. Once the thinking process is changed, the whole concept goes in favor of achieving growth

???Why???

Following the death of my close relative, my life took a U turn. There were numerous of questions that popped into my mind. Of them, two I’d like to mention.

1) Why is it that we are unable to ask our loved ones as to why they're crying?

2) Why we keep consoling everyone that everything would be fine besides knowing that we, humans won’t be able to do anything? We cannot challenge nature’s creation and its code of conduct.

I tried to find the answer to these questions.

Ans) Either we are too much concerned because we find ourselves in a self-entangled position or we’re least bothered.

I found myself in the first situation. I concern a lot about my loved ones and my family members. I concern about the way they think. I concern about the concern they have for me. However, still I’m not able to show my concern towards them just because I really don’t know how to react and make others satisfy by my words.

I don’t know how to make my mother believe : Yes, I care for you mom. Don’t you worry.

I know that when I’ll leave this world all I’d regret is not expressing my love for my parents.

If and ever they read this blog after my death; I’d just like to say: I care for you.

what, who, where, whom, how

Composed the following poem randomly. Would love to have comments.

Every other day
i sit dumbstruck
thinking about answers
to my burning questions

What made me like the one i am?
who'll make me like the one i want?
where should i go from now on?
whom should i please?
how will all this happen?

Find the answers
tell me with a wow
no matter how hard it is, I'll try to show
that every bit of me
is still alive
to live in the moment and thrive

My nerves are restless
my heart is pounding
my body tinkles
just to listen the answers to my questions
what, who, where, whom, how...

Please tell me
i want to achieve new heights
in this material world
away from reality
for, every bit of me is left to thrive

When I'll leave this world
men will remember
that there was the one who brought no big revolution
but dared to challenge the materialistic nature
just by knowing
what, who, where, whom, how...

MICROECONOMICS EGGZAM

Something that's fortunate happened to me today. My Microeconomics exam went on well. It doesn't seem like that I pursuing Economics Honours, thought to be the toughest course in Delhi University. Probably I was lucky or the examiner was mad setting an easy paper. Well, everyone considers her to be insanely MAD. Maybe, they all are right and defensive. However, I refuse to comment on her since I normally don't attend her classes. And, even though, if by chance, I'm found in her class, I don't have that much time to observe her. Always I bamboozle her in some way or the other that I've some capabilities left in me after she finds a reason to insult me in front of the STUDIOUS LOT.

AH! Exams

My eggzams are knocking the door but I don't know why I'm not willing to open it.
A surprising paper has been set and I'm blogging. Imagine!!!
These DU papers, I tell you, create a virtual hell that pushes me for a house arrest.