Beginning on the Bike....

Thanks Vamini Sethi for joining me on the bike journey...!  

Accelerating the bike with Vamini Sethi, my first friend on the bike!

Cheers,

Tarun 

Desires

Insaan ko Insaan banne ke liye kya chahiye.....

na daulat, na shohrat|

bas kuch hasrate chahiye||

na sajawat na banawat|
bas sadagi chahiye||

na jang, na takrar|

bas himmat chahiye

iss duniya mein hume insaan chahiye...

bhautik vigyaan ka jaal nahi|

vibhinn bhashaon ka abhiman nahi,

humein sanskarik kala chahiye

||

bahurashtriya sansthaan nahi|

sangmarmar ke makan nahi

humein sukhi parivar chahiye||

iss duniya mein hume insaan chahiye...

na top , na talwar

na seemayein , na senayein

humein prasparik prem chahiye

na jaat , na paat

na bhavishya, na itihaas.

vartamaan mein humein insaan chahiye....

Another day at the democracy

It was during my college that I first came in tryst with democracy or some intellectuals say the dance of democracy. Those were the university elections where fate of young graduates was to be decided to help them launch into mainstream national leadership later. I was not so concerned and geared up as were the other fucchas in the campus. Though my seniors were pretty involved and working dark nights to support the candidates for DR and CR. It was a stupid thought for me to work nights campaigning wasting your valuable sleep times after strenuous classes and ragging to add to the complexities. The collegial democracy never influenced me and many others even after we completed our 4 years and moved towards our corporate lives.

Today is my first election day in the national democracy, a movie with a bigger banner and same collegial stars as I used to think. However the day turned to a strange experience for me after I met 100s of national fucchas and got a chance to know their commitments towards the democracy. Please mind it was not a 100% positive encounter or a complete negative wash off. Though it was an observation which may inspire me momentarily to think of a solution to the democracy and not sleep casually.

Mr. Suraj (name changed) is a well settled 6 figure salaried corporate who was taking a single day leave to go to his residence in Bihar; the reason for which I got to know later after seeing a mark on his left index finger.

Then there were many who were cherishing an extra holiday as they had no means to vote in their present temporary locations.

There was another class who came to the polling booths and left smiling on the poor luck of the candidate who could have won if they had brought their Voting I –cards.

Then there was even another class who clueless about the candidates and decided thir choice midway enroute the polling booth. Aajkal zyada kya chal raha hai?

Then there were finally another class which I met lastly at the verification booth who was playing in-pin-septi pin. The great electoral musical chair was being played at the polling station!!!

Now I think that it is just the few percent of already truncated voter number who think, feel and believe in this democratic system. If I think I am one of them I should never miss a vote ever in any banner of democracy to inspire others. If I am an informed citizen who has analyzed my leaders before reaching the booth, I am sure I can help the hundreds of indecisive democratic souls to reach a right person thoughtfully.

A world free from tags and identities

Moving through the cities, listening to endless speeches from leaders everywhere, watching the statues , passing through the streets, passing through the hearts of hearts.......tresspassing the world of walls and barriers ..........one thing is immediately felt. There is a  hidden craving and struggle among everyone of us.. a st for idenruggle for identity in every emotion whether material or immaterial.

We have so many idol ideal ideas of our existence in form of Hindu sanskriti, muslim living, christian life. Then we have identification to ourseleves with Mahatma , mahaveer, ram, buddha , jesus, gurunanak. Then we identify ourselves with khalsa, jehads,  andolans and many more. Then we go further deeper there is identity of streets and corners with locales from that part of life... hearts and emotions.

We have developed a strong irreplacable root of our identity. Someone will ask, isn't it important to have an identity? yes it is!

However an identity identified by things immaterial in a material format is not required and creates problem with emotions of masses.

A jain with fake identity may not practice ahimsa but may go to fight to any extent for preserving his material identity "a I call" which is the tag he has got. He feels good being identified as jain and not while following ahimsa and tyag without letting others know and respect him subsequntially.

A Hindu want a temple build for Lord Ram but not on his life with wisdom and kindness. He respect hindu sanskriti and can make others respect the sanskriti by brutal force or a killing if it may require.

Muslim loves his community with a tag and can fight and kill to let others know that his 'muslim' tag identifies him with loving way of life.

Not quoting anyone identity specifically its same with other identities also be it christian, sikh or be it punjabi, marathi, rajput.. and so on. It may be any religion, any form or way of life it is definitely good and holy. Wht creates havoc is the way we identify oursleves with it without being a follower of one. Here following does not mean following the name or a flag. It means following the life and identfying ourselves internally as a being not a luggage with a tag.

Lets not become material in identifying ourselves to achieve the immaterial , the immortal.

Lets begin by naming our streets (which is highly required) with virtues and not virtuous (how much great he may be, he wants people to be same), as virtuous dont want publicities. Lets name our streets as ahimsa streets, love strrets, compassion streets and spread the message of life. 

Lets be ideological and not material in our choice for life. Lets follow the teachings of our gurus and religion but not let the tags follow our names. 

Lets not identify ourselves but discover and develop oneself. Lets think freely to be free!

Free from boundaries, hatred, crisis and war.

Let peace prevail in our immortal souls!