Guard of House.

Dear friends, you might have listened about the Army man, who is wandering at Indo-china Border. He was a Punjabi and died in some war or else, that is a different story. Even Indian govt. do believe in it. Since that incident, I also came to believe in these talks.

One day, my friend Ravi, called me. He had asked me to watch his home while they were away from the town. He handed me his house key. I took permission from my parents and went there to spend the night. These are known to you, about the mental settings of bachelors! No need to explain about my feelings. I became happy and straightly went to the wine shop near by. I purchased whiskey and cigarate, we are much aware of the facts, still we do. Only drink and smoke never complete your night, there should be some fries and chickens with these. I bought accordingly.

I was the free bird. I was playing with the smog of each puff and drinking as like I was the only king left in this world. Slow musics were playing solely on their part and the muted fashion TV in the other side and I am with me only, on the seventh heaven. Suddenly, I heard a noise. Someone was asking me to stop, but I thought, whiskey was playing some games in my mind. I ignored. I was enjoying the taste of chicken and others too. Being a drunkard, I thought I already taken much, but there were no one to share and I had to finish before their arrival.

I saw someone sitting in front of me and was asking me not to consume the product. I, young blood, with a less interest toward him, continued. Suddenly, he shouted, I could hear that and which drove my hung over away. He slapped me and asked me to throw those things, that slap was too rock, I did accordingly and when I came to that place no one was there. I switched off everything apart from the lights. I had a terrible fear, I could recognize that face but could not believe on that.

I straightly went to the bed room, felt someone else's presence but could not see that. I looked here and there, prayed to the lord. When I completed the "Hanuman Chalisa", I smiled and said, "Saala chadhagayithi, kaun aayega dekhte hain!" Soon, I found a person was sitting besides me, just like a fragment, he was in anger and slapped me hard, again. With no delay I covered the blanket and closed my eyelids.

On the next day, my friend arrived with his family. I was upset and sleepless, I handed over the key and came to my house. In the evening, I met my friend and explained everything happened last night. He also could not believe the things and asked his mother. Next day, he came with a photo and asked me to recognize the fellow, that was his grand father.

They are bramhins and because I took the wine and meat, he became angry and slapped me. I asked him, "Yaar, if your Grand father was there, why did you ask me to watch your house?" He smiled.

Really, guardians are always there to guard you. You simply ask and remember them when you are in difficulty, then definitely they will help you in any means. If I had that knowledge at that time, I would not have faced such situation. Rather sleeping in terror I would have called my grand father to save me (Kidding).

My Relative Thoughts:

Once, when I was at my home with my fractured wrist, my father's colleague had come to our house. He had CL letter with him. He started discussion with me. When he came to know that I was a physics student, he asked me a few and then we went on the relativity. As Sir Einstein has said, "There is nothing absolute or Rest, everything is relative."

When my father's colleague went, I thought, yes, it is true. Nothing in this world is absolute or rest, everything is relative. I am a kind of mad, who thinks about the nature and society a lot, not a kind of "Mungeri Laal" but I can never control my dreams and thoughts, they always keep coming.

Some force or likely God has created us as well as the nature. He is the most intelligent or genius personality I have ever seen. His creation is really an adventurous. He made the most intelligent decision that nothing from his creation is immortal. Otherwise, you never know, something might have done competition with him and I feel, the God, don't like to come second. His creation like stars, planet, Galaxy, Solar systems all are having a limited life span. As we go to the graveyard after death, the planet and solar systems go to the black hole.

To discuss that it definitely will take more than many days and these are never ended topics. Let's take you on my thoughts, as God made us and given us a certain life span similarly The God must have certain life span. As we, human, are the best creation of his and our robots. We also has created many things, like the God. We may the God for them. The most intelligent device from human is Robot, which an identical of Human.

I think, may the God is looking like us! He has created us and he might have been created by some one else, that is his God. As the earth revolves around the sun and it self, The sun do the same. Hence, what we do here is not absolute or real, all are relative. Some day we all will die, but that is also relative. Because, God has described,

"Baasanshi Jirnani Yatha Bihaya

Nabami Grohonati naropa rani

Tatha sarirani Vihaya jirna

Nyanani sanchati nabami dehi"

The death is also not real, after the death, the soul takes another body. Is the God also changes all the time? May be, some time some messenger comes and preaches his own words, and we follows. Some day it was Krishna, or some day it was Jesus. Some time it is Alha or sometime it is Sai baba. If, only if, we the children of God, why we follows differently? Nevertheless, we are human and there is a God.

He said, "Do your work, do not wait for the result. Don't think much, your brain is little, just follow the initial statement comes to your mind, that is my word. If you will think, then you will be diverted. I am the one, who bring you in this world and it is my duty to settle you down."

What is this yaar! If, everything is planned and he knows, why don't he give us that menu? We are spoon feeding people, the era of Gandhi and Lenin has gone. Those people were brave and hard worker, but we are bit luxurious. God just think once and reply me.

Don't think this letter is relative, this is absolute, nothing is absolute though!

Who was She?

Day before yesterday, I was celebrating my weekend with my friend, Benny. The festive seasons were not ended yet. We decided to celebrate the festival at his place. His place is very interesting, that is in between the graveyard and the Masjid, and he is a Christian. We celebrated, the night became darker and my place is too far, hence I decided to stay there. He arranged my bed in his bed room and his too.

I slept on the cot and he arranged a bed near to the window. Night had grown up as like every night. In the mid night I felt thirsty, but it is January and this year it is a little cold. Therefore, we had covered our faces with blankets. When I felt thirsty, I removed my blanket and took the water. Then I went to the bed again. This time I took another bed sheet and covered me well, because I felt the blanket was too thick. I was about to sleep, I found something there near at the window, which dragged my attention. I found something unusual. I had a thought of shouting but remained silent.

Even in cold, I was sweating. I did not dare to uncover my face. I saw from the bed sheet, a fair, white dressed lady was at the window. My friend's house is at the third floor and how could a person climb till there? But, that was true. I could not believe for a moment but that was happening. From her out fit she was looking like a lady. She was continuously gazing at my friend, Benny. I was terrified then. I became only the spectator. Because, she was not looking like any human being, she was something different.

Soon, she came from the window, without opening that. She came and sat near to Benny and looked at him with adore. She turned his head toward me and looked at me too, but I prevailed as if I am sleepy. She genteelly rub her hand on Benny's forehead and smiled. She then looked at me and then disappeared. After some moment I got up. I could not buy the sleep then. I could not even ask Benny about that lady, because my asking might gave him a fear. But, she left a pleasant feeling in me.

I went out. Saw at the graveyard and the Masjid as well. Then I looked at the star, they were blinking as obvious. I saw, a star, as if that waving its hand. I could not sleep that night and till now I am thinking, "Who was she?"

She may be anyone, but not a human being for sure. Whoever that may be, that was not a threat, I guess. That was blissful and full of motherhood. May the creator has sent her to look after us. But still, the question is alive, who was she?

Corruption or Cooperation? 

Once I was traveling by the local train, I found a fatty and political type pal besides me. He initiated and shared his view on the "Congress Party" and I joined him too. We stared talking on the politics and others, we had different destinations tough. Time went by... I raised a question... no one is good, all are corrupted. Corruption is everywhere.

He answered smartly... "Look, we do corruption. The process which does not value to the social norm and ethic is called corruption. Do you know every individual entity has involved in corruption and they can't see a sunset without corruption." I asked how? He raised his voice and throw me a question, "are you not corrupted at all?" I maintained silent.

After breaking the silence and the noise of train and crowd, he said "look all are corrupted more or less. I don't know, why the media and public have spy on us only? All are here for their bread and butter. All are finding a place to take rest. Every single person has different skill set to grow big. You know, no one can walk alone, may be you are master in your field and I am a tiny in mine. We only do cooperation not corruption. When we grow faster you couldn't resist and blame us as corrupted."

When his station arrived he stepped down, I were thinking all the way that... What is it? Is it corruption or cooperation? 

Pain or Traditions...

Tale: Today I found my colleague upset. He was not seen in the office for a long time but today he is upset! I went to him and asked the reason. He gave me a shocking news, that his new born twins, died. I became upset too.

He considered me as I am his close friend or relatives and vomited his sorrows. I also listened those very patiently, without letting his consideration down. His married life is only one and half years old. He is from Andhra Pradesh, a mother dominated states. They were in the heaven for last seven to eight months. His wife got pregnant as like others, he was taking care of his wife in a very neat manner. They were very happy and even we were offered a party from his side six months earlier.

When his wife entered into six months pregnancy, he asked his parents to his residency. They came and everything was going well but one day his father informed him that they were taking their daughter-in-law to their village. Though it is their first grandchild and it should be taken birth in their home. My colleague had tried a lot to convince them and failed. "You know how the old persons are! they are never solved problem. They will do what they think."

My friend narrated the facilities available here in the city and his wife was under doctor's care. The same thing might not get at his village, but his father did not agree. On his seventh month went for the medical observations and he was happy by that time because he will be having twins. He took his wife to his native and return back.

As you know Hindu traditions, they are renowned person in their village. His father celebrated that in grand. Some traditional customs were completed peacefully and happily. Finally, the pain day arrived. My friend suggested his father for his wifes back to the city, but they said, 'Nothing to worry, everything is okay here. I have words with the doctor and he is visiting us regularly. You just take care and wait for the news.' He had spoken to his wife too and got relaxed.

He got a call in the night that his wife was screaming. He could measure his father's tensions. He was asked to his native soon. He went to the hospital directly. The doctor said, they were lacking of modern instruments. His wife's condition was not too good and that was not a normal delivery. Doctor succeed in the operation and he became a father of twins but doctor did not congratulate him.

His new born babies were in danger so as his wife. His father was started celebrating. Soon, after two days, his babies were died. His wife's health is not good. His father started blaming his wife for the death of their grand son. He took next day flight and came to the city. Without a proper medical treatment, he lost his twins and his father ...

He cried. I consulate him. I advised him, what had happened is past. Now take care of your wife, she needs your cooperations and love. Next time don't repeat the same.

In the name of tradition, what old people are doing? Is it a tradition or a pain?