Be in the Present

Learn to be in the present.

Withdraw your energy from the past. Don't waste your time in memories. What is gone is gone. Say goodbye to it and close the chapter.

What has not come yet has not come yet. Don't unnecessarily waste your time and energy in imagination, because no imagination is ever fulfilled. It is because of this that the proverb exists in every language: "Man proposes, and God disposes" because you imagine a certain thing in the future, and it is never so.

Withdrawing yourself from past and future, you will become a tremendously intense energy, focused in the present, concentrated in the present like an arrow.

Each moment being aware, alert, watchful, in the herenow, is the way not to miss the train. Every experience needs your presence here, this moment.

And this is a simple secret, but it opens the doors of existence, of all the mysteries, of all that is worth knowing, worth tasting, worth feeling, worth being.

Osho

The Sound of Silence

They were happy, enjoying
But they were actually lying
In their heart
They were all crying…
They were silent in their conversation
They were talking without speaking
They were hearing without listening
No one dared to disturb
The sound of silence.
But something was being lost
in the current silence…
That no ear can hear,
That no tongue can tell…
The loss of peace, that no one can spell.
They lived with the war of ideas
They fought without being hurt
They died without being killed
They made the world more disastrous than hell
But were unable to express
The torture of that inward hell.
From inside
They were all scared
They wrote songs
That voices never shared
They were in fear, they wanted relief
They spoke with tears-the silent language of grief
Still…no one spoke a word
Coz no one dared to disturb
The Sound of Silence…


Jyoti

THE GOD WALL...

When there is nobody to blame,
God is the only name;
When we pray,
God is prey;
When there is happiness,
We say god is here to bless;
Initially the house is small,
With one room, one kitchen and one God Wall;
We study hard,
God remains on the backwall to guard;
When there is competition,
We show religious ambition;
At time of interview we say “Bhagwaan please”,
And God says OK with ease;
Now the house is transformed to a Big Bungalow,
With guards standing out to bow;
Now there are giant walls,
With luxurious halls;
On walls are now big paintings,
Of Queen Elizabeth with Golden wings;
Now god is provided with a separate floor,
And is visited in a year or more;
What the family members can do,
They don’t even have time to go “loo”;
The whole day they are busy,
And at night they feel dizzy;
When there is loss,
They visit god but still with a pause;
And finally when there business suffers a downfall,
They again knelt down to the “GREAT GOD WALL”….

By Ankit Arora (My bro)

Tides...

Life is like
a sea...
Where we always experience
High and Low tides..
Sometimes
it seems as if
we could not get better..
And some other times
it seems that we couldn't get any worse....

An Artist At Living...

Winter was on my doorsteps
And rainfall was on its way for summer holidays
Me...waiting to be occupied with work again
Thinking about the future for which I am uncertain
It was a blank canvas waiting to be painted
And I know in this field I’m just a naïve
But then I realized that
Who am I?
Well…I am an artist at living,
We all are…
My work of art is my life

I’ve painted so many paintings in my past
Some were bright, colorful, beautiful
Some were as dark as moonless night
Some were only the sketches with no colors in it
And some…well, I just left them blank
Now I realize my mistakes
I carefully try to elude the past
But hell…there is no escape
Face It!!!…u have to make a master piece some day.

So I pray…I pray to Lord to give me strength
I pray to Lord who is within me
Within the temple of my mind
I prayed…my hands reached to the bells of the temple
And suddenly there was the sound of bells all around
First slowly, then loudly…louder…
…Noisy…Harsh…
As if deafening my ears…..

I woke up in shock
Realized that it was a knocking at door
Coming back to my senses I opened it
No one’s there…nothing..
Then I heard a faint whisper
I turned around
No one’s there..
It was the sound of breeze
Imforming about the arrival of winter
I sat back at my place
Collected my journey of thoughts
And once again started to paint the canvas..
Jyoti Arora

Awesome

Rain Drops

I was sitting in ma balcony when suddenly it started raining…it was so beautiful..first it rained slowly and gained a momemtum, it was rythmic, as if singing in its own way…it was pure, spiritual, divine..it purified everything without distinction…without judgement...it flowed freely, fearlessly..and cleaned out everythin...it went deep beneath the surface of things...quenched the thirst of mother land...And then suddenly it seemed like someone removed a curtain from my eyes...everything was so crystal clear.


That’s the law…try to see wat is happening when nothing's happening…learn to see the emptiness inside. See things without staring it, listen quietly, rather than listening hard…try to accept things as what they are rather than trying to change them...Try to see the simplicity rather than figuring things out.

God loves us out of His Infinite Bounty, and His heart’s door is always open.
Don’t look for Him outside, He is within you. He is there all around you and you will experience Him in all the joy that you get by doing small things with love and compassion.

Life is a miracle
It’s a bundle of coincidences
Nothing is planned or even predicted here
Sometimes it’s on a fast track
And some other times,
On a slow pace.
Sometimes we catch the bus
And sometimes we don’t.
It seems that we are
surrounded with many people
Our friends, relatives…
But look at this very closely
We are all walking alone
Walking towards our own destiny.
Who knows where one ends up
Who knows our fate takes us where
We are all moving…
…moving towards an unknown future..

My Creation

The Hidden Identity

Marx for Beginners

“What?! Try to summarize Marx? That’s not only a sacrilege (As most “Academic” Marxists will say), But a complete waste of time-Because Comrade Karl is supposed to be completely beyond the range of simple minds.

Maybe so, maybe not. But I’ve written this book anyway on the principle that The Worst Kind Of Battle Is The One Not Confronted.

Another reason for trying to take on Charlie was my wish to understand him-An Ambition which I haven’t satisfied.”

Well…this is hw this book starts…An awesome book written by Rius.
Attempts to simplify and summarise the writings of political philosopher Karl Marx have been attempted before. This one however, is the only one we've seen to have a go at doing it in the format of a comic.

The book can be roughly split into three parts. The first is a biography of Marx, dwelling explicitly on the poverty of his background and how often he struggled to supply his family with even the basics of survival. Part two is a whirlwind history of philosophy to help position Marx's thinking in the context of evolving thought. And last up is an equally whirlwind tour round Marx's many works, ending up with a reprint of many passages from the Communist Manfesto.

Rius says-“ Marx himself hasn’t made my job any easier by forgetting to provide a summary of his works. I got even less help from all those scholarly volumes which pretend to clarify marx, but end up being more difficult than Charlie himself.”…:):)…An incredible way to describe the difficulty of putting things together and writing a book on Charlie Marx.

Perhaps explaining the works of Marx in a comic strip is simply too complicated a project, but this is something worth an effort.

Engels To His Grandfather. December 20 1833

Marx to His Father. August 10-16 1835

Marx to His Father. November 10 1837

Left Overs...

27th January 2006
Rajpath, New Delhi
I find scattered
Some crushed plastic glasses,
Some used paper plates,
Some chairs overturned,
Few exploded balloons,
Some newspapers,
Some pamphlets on road
AND
Some NATIONAL FLAGS
made of paper
After 50 yrs of Scattered
Republican Spirit
These are the Left Overs of
Patriotism...

Please hear what I am not saying...

Don't be fooled by me. Don't be fooled by the face I wear...For, I wear a mask-I wear a thousand masks, masks that I am afraid to take off, and none of them is me. Pretending is an art that is second nature to me.

My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask, my ever-concealing mask. Beneath lies no smugness, no complacence. Beneath dwells the real me-in confusion, in fear, in aloneness.

I play the game, my desperate pretending game, with a facade of assurance with-out, and a trembling child within.

And so begins the parade of masks, and my life becomes a front, I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk. I tell you everything, of what is crying within me. So, when I'm going through my routine, do not be fooled by what I'm saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying-what I'd like to be able to say, what for survival I need to say, but can't say. I dislike hiding. Honestly, I dislike the superficial game I'm playing, the superficial phony game. I'd really like to be genuine and spontaneous, and me, but you've got to help me.

Only you can wipe away from my eyes, the blank stare of the breathing dead. Only you can call me into aliveness. With your sensitivity and empathy, and your power to be understanding, you can breathe life into me. I want you to know that.

You alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic and uncertainty, from my lonely prison.

Please try to be gentle with me; for a child is very sensitive. Who am I you may wonder? I am someone you know very well. For I am every man and I am every woman you meet....