Untitled Story -The Fall of Vishnu !

Kabhi khud ko udte hue nahi dekha tha par aaj apni iss aakhiri udaan ko mahsoos karne ka mauka mill gaya. Pehle jab bhi aakash me baadlo ko dekhta tha tab inn baadlo ke alag alag shape ko dekh ke bahut hairat hoti thi. Par ab jab inn baadlo ke itne kareeb hun tab inhe dekhne ka mauka hi nahi mila. Ek baar zameen se pairo ko utha liya tab phir se zameen se kab mila pata hi nahi chala. Aankhen band hote hi maine duniya ko chodh diya. Ab to jannat me hi aankhen kholni hai. Aas-paas ki koi hulchul  sunaai nahi de rahi . Jaise ki main ab is duniya ka nahi raha. Yeh duniya ab mere liye bhi mahaj ek choti si zameen ka tukdaa banke reh gayi. Marne ke baad kaisa lagta hai , yeh ehsaas ab huwa. Mera shareer zameen se takraaya to kuch pata hi nahi chala. Laga jaise ki makhmal ki satah pe leta hun . Na koi dard aur na hi koi aawaaz. Kya log aise hi marte hain ? Pata nahi yeh mere sath pehli baar  huwa hai . Main end me kaha hun ? Kya main mar chuka hun ? Agar mar chuka hun to abhi bhi main usi zameen pe kaise leta hun. Itni unchhaayi se gir ke main zindaa bach gaya toh yaa to mere body ka har hissa apart ho jaayega yaa to main aas-paas sirf khoon se ghir jaauunga. Mere dimaag me pata nahi kitni baatein chal rahi hai abhi . Kya koi marne ke baad itna kuch soch sakta hai ? Phir mere dimaag me aaya ki haan ! aatma toh suna hi hai maine. Aatma marne ke baad shareer chodh deti hai aur 
phir tab tak bhatakti hai jab tak use naya shareer nahi milta. Maine toh yeh bhi suna tha ki marne ke baad aatma yamlok chali jaati hai. Yamdoot aata hai , aatma ko apne sath le jaata hai. Par yamdoot to tab aata hai jab kisi ke marne ka samay yamraj nirdharit karte hai. Mere case me toh main shayad samay se pehle mara hun. To kya yamdoot samay pe aayega ? Agar aana hota toh ab tak aa chuka hota . Iska matlab kya hai  ? Kya mujhe khud hi upar jaana padega ? Main kab tak zameen pe garbage ki tarah pada rahunga ? Na koi uthane aa raha hai aur na koi  dekhne . Maine filmon me dekha tha ki main agar uthunga toh mera shareer zameen pe hi reh jaayega aur meri aatma apne aap upar chali jaayegi . Baap re , marne ke baad kitni planning karni padti hai ! Meri body yaheen rahegi . Aur pranshakti do jagah jaayegi , yaa to swargalok yaa to paataal. Mujhe itna toh pata hai ki suicide karna paap hai aur aaj maine yeh paap kar diya hai. Toh kaha jaaun , swarg yaa nark ? Mujhe to swarg hi jaana hai . Main bura insaan toh nahi hun. Apne sar ko ek taraf kiya par mujhe apna khoon nahi dikh raha . Upar se gira hun to khoon to behna chayiye na ? Yeh mujhe aur bhi soch me daal raha hai. Ab mujhe uthna chayiye aur maut ke baad ki zindagi jeene ke liye upar jaana chayiye. Kisi ne mujhe yeh nahi bataya ki marna kitna mushkil hai . Magar kya main hill bhi paaunga ? Kya mere body part abhi bhi kaam karenge ? Shayad aatma me haddi nahi hoti tabhi to aatma har kisi cheej ke aar-paar ho jaati hai. Waqt se pehle marna bhi kitna bada gunaah hai yaar. 17 saal ka bhoot kaisa lagega . Na main kisi ko dara paaunga 
aur na hi koi mere jaise bhoot se darega. Nahi , mujhe bhoot thode hi kaha jaayega. Bhoot to wo bante hai jo apne jeevan me koi kaam adhoora chodh jaate hai. Par mera pyaar bhi adhoora hai . Mujhe na toh Soniya ka pyaar mila aur na hi main kuch ban paaya . Kaheen main sach me bhoot na ban jaaun ! Mujhe bhoot nahi banna hai , mujhe toh naya janam lena hai. Waapis aana hai iss duniya me aur kuch bada karna hai . Jo galtiyaan iss janam me kii wo agle janam me naa karne ki kasam khayi hai maine. Bas Vishnu bas ! ab tym khoti mat kar aur chal  upar chalte hai . Achanak mujhe ek parchayi dikhayi di . Kaala rang kabhi acchai ka prateek nahi raha hai. Kya yeh yamdoot  ki parchayi hai ? Kya wo mujhe lene aaye hai ? Mere chehre pe halki muskaan si aa gayi. Par yamdoot itna patla aur aisi ladkiyon waali adaa me kyu khada hai ? Kya yamdoot ladki hai ? Mujhe sirf kaala rang dikh raha hai , par koi jaan nahi . Aankhen mali aur dhyaan se dekhne ki koshish ki toh dikha ki ek sundar si ladki mere sar  ke bilkul saamne khadi hai . Kya yeh ladki mujhe dekh rahi hai ? Dekhne me toh yeh 20-22 saal ki ladki lagti hai. Ajeeb si poshaak me khadi hai aur shayad mujhe dekh rahi hai. Uske chehre pe ek muskaan hai aur uss muskaan se shayad wo mujhe chidha rahi hai . Kuch ajeeb sa skirt type aur wo bhi pairo ke anguthe tak . Matlab koi dharti pe aise kapde pahenne ka soch bhi nahi sakta hai . Kyuki agar wo aise kapde pehnegi to sab uska majaak banake rakh denge . Yeh ladki sundar hai aur neeche se dekhne me lambi bhi hai . Iska kaale rang ka top tha . Par wo top kam aur jhola jyada lag raha hai . Usse aur jyada dekh sakta hai par dhyaan kaheen aur gaya . Arre nahi ! yeh ladki mujhe kaise dekh sakti hai ? Kya main abhi tak zinda hun? Main isse pehle kuch bolta , usne keh diya " Tumhari kismat ab bani hai bacche ! " Yeh kya hai ? Yeh koi apsara hai kya aur mujhe especially lene aayi hai shayad students group ke liye consolation prize hai yeh . Usne meri taraf haath badhaya aur kaha ki chalo chalne ka time aa gaya. Maine bhi uski khoobsurati ko nihaarte hue , uske komal haathon me apna haath thama diya. Wo mujhe lene aayi hai . Main marne ka sukh dekh sakta hun ab .      

Untitled Story -Vishnu's Scoop (Story of a year ) !

Insaan apne aap ko har badlaav ke anusaar dhaalne ki koshish karta hai par jab wo aisa karne me naakamyaab ho jaata hai tab wo apne aapko andar hi andar kam hota paane lagta hai. Apni nayee zindagi se yaa toh haar maan leta hai yaa phir apni haari hui zindagi ke saath ghut ghut ke marta hai. Mera bhi yehi hashr hua . Main St.pauls school me padhta tha . Padhta kya ji , main waha ki rag-rag se waakif tha. Mere ghar ke baad meri sabse pasandida jagah thi mera school. Waha ke sabhi teachers ki aankhon ka taara tha main. Waha ke sabhi students mujhe jaante the aur respect ke saath mere se pesh aate the. Kyu nahi aate ? Main school ke popular list ka aham hissa tha. 4 saal me har year class toppers me shamil tha aur apne school ke har function aur programs me part liya tha. Na jane kitne awards jeete the maine . Na hi sirf padhai ke liye , balki singing aur quiz me bhi haath jamaaya tha maine. Yeh school mere liye kisi swarg se kam nahi tha. Mere har sapne yahaa sach ho rahe the. Lekin har sapna tab tut jaata hai jab aap apni aankh kholte ho. Mera bhi yeh sweet dream tab khatam hua jab mujhe apne iss swarg ko chodhna pada. Class 9th me mujhe St.paul se Little Rose school me jaana pada. Pata nahi kyu? Shayad isiliye kyuki Little Rose shaher ka sabse bada aur sabse lokpriya school tha. School campus bahut hi bada tha , bahut naam bhi suna tha iss school ka. Suna tha ki iss school me ek se ek amir baap ke shehzaade padhne aate hai. Pehli nazar me toh koyla bhi sona dikhta hai. Mujhe laga ki main ise bhi swarg samajh sakta hun. Par main galat tha. Yeh swarg ke darwaaje se hoke jahannum tak le jaata hai. School me koi buraai nahi thi par meri life ki sabse badi galti yaheen hui. Class 9th se entry ki. Class-room me itni bheed thi ki laga ki kho jaaunga. Maine kabhi itne tej bacche kisi bhi school me nahi dekhe the. Sab ek se ek the aur haajir-jawaabi me sabke baap the. Yeh na to kisi ke dost the aur na hi kisi se dushmani ke mood me the. Inhe sirf kitaab ke keede kehna sahi hoga . Teacher ke chehre pe bade-bade shabd jhaarte the aur unke peeche chote-chote gaaliya dete the. Mujhe back-stabbing na aati thi aur na main kabhi seekhna chahta tha. Mere good ko kaheen Bad ki nazar na lag jaaye isiliye pehla saal main kam se kam bolke nikaal liya. Mera % age kam hua tha aur toppers ki list se naam hat gaya tha. Yeh thoda hila dene wali khabar thi mere aur mere family ke liye par phir bhi image sudhri hui thi. Phir main pass hoker class 10th me pahucha. Kehte hain ki high school student ke liye Iron-Gate hota hai. Agar ise paar kar gaye toh aage ke safar me suffer nahi karna padta. Main isme high score karna chahta tha. 


Pata hai aapko ki insaan ki sabse badi kamzori uska dill hota hai kyuki dill kaheen bhi lag sakta hai. Jo ladka ladkiyon ko kabhi dhyaan se dekhta tak nahi tha , uske liye yeh ajeeb hi tha. Saal ke shuruvat me meri class-teacher ne mujhe girls row me baitha diya. Mujhe bhi koi fark nahi pada tha tab. Pehla 1 mahina toh main mute hoker bita liya. Par jab ek ladki bolna shuru karti hai tab to bhagwan chahke bhi use chup nahi kara sakte . Class ki padhai se kab dhyaan hata  , pata hi nahi chala. Class me topic ko bhulkar hum apne hi topic me lag jaate . Jaise ki agar class me Joint family pe lecture chal raha hota tha , tab main aur wo ek-dusre ki family ki problems pe dhyaan de rahe hote the.  Jaise ki agar class me Environment education chal raha hota tha , tab main aur wo apne favorite destinations pe discuss kar rahe hote the . Board exam ki kise padi thi tab , jab aage ki life settle ho rahi thi. Dheere - dheere humari baate pure school me phailne lagi. Kya students , yaha tak ki staffroom me bhi teachers hume hi burning topics me paate the. Hume pata bhi nahi chala aur hum ek-dusre ko pasand karne lage. Shayad hum done , kyuki mujhe abhi tak yeh nahi pata hai ki wo mujhe like karti hai ki nahi. Wo mere batch ki sabse sundar ladki thi . Sabhi mere dost mujhse jalne lage the , kyuki aadhe to uske peeche pade the aur jo nahi pade the wo mere dost nahi the. Exam paas aate gaye , 6 mahine beet gaye the hume saath baithe hue. Poori class idhar ki udhar hoti gayi par teacher ne kabhi hume alag nahi kiya. Main uske liye kuch bhi kar sakta tha. Ek din main school pahucha aur thoda sa sad tha kyuki subah - subah hi papa ne mujhe khari-khoti sunaayi thi kyuki asar mere marks pe dikhne laga tha. Us din main kuch nahi bola. Bilkul chup aur sirf soch me ki sab mujhse naaraj kyu hone lage the  .  Par mere iss sad mood ko usne badal diya , jab din ke aakhri period me usne meri taraf dekhkar mujhse poocha "Vishnu ! kya hua ?Tum aaj kuch bol kyu nahi rhe ho ?" Uska chehra dekh main apna gussa aur dard bhool gaya aur haste hue yeh keh diya ki main dekhna chahta tha ki tum kab tak chup rehti ho. Itna kehte hi wo has padi aur uski uss muskaan pe meri nazrein tham gayi. Wo mere dill ki khaas banti jaa rahi thi. Saamne aate hi mere aankhon ke channel pe chha jaati thi. Yaad hai mujhe jab wo kis adaa se apne baal ko apne kaano ke peeche kiya karti thi. Wo thi hi aisi ki kisi ko bhi usse pyaar ho sakta tha. Mere liye dosti pyaar me badal chuki thi. Par maine kabhi usse kaha nahi. Darta tha ki kaheen wo mujhe mana na karde . Kar bhi sakti thi kyuki school me mujhe jaanta hi kaun tha. Na to main topper tha aur na hi maine apna talent dikhane ki koshish ki kabhi. I was jus another ordinary student. Par wo school ki best dancers me se ek thi . School ke Annual Function me uska dance dekhne ke liye maine apna coaching tak chodh diya tha. Meri important things ki list me wo sabse upar aa chuki thi. Par phir se fate. Mujhe class teacher ne alag place de di. Usse bahut dur . Wo bhi mujhe bhoolne lagi aur phir hum doobara kabhi baat nahi kar paaye. Maine bhi kabhi usse milne ki koshish nahi ki. Saal bit raha tha aur  humare bich ki dooriyan badhti jaa rahi thi.  Aise hi pyaar aur padhai mujhse door ho gaye . Wo na phir dekhi meri taraf aur maine bhi padhai se muuh pher liya. Board exam dekhte-dekhte khatam ho gaya aur mujhe pata bhi nahi chala. Kya hoga result ka ? Sab jaante hai jab tak aadmi check pe sign nahi karta tab tak cash nahi milta. Mujhe darr tha ki kaheen main fail na ho jaaun. High school me fail hona badi sharm ki baat thi aur wo bhi mere liye. But it was not about failing , I would never want to score mere marks even. Kam marks le ke main kya karta. Main ab bhi sochta hun ki wo mujhse itni baat karti thi aur aisa kya hua jo wo ab mujhe dekhna tak nahi chahti .Shayad jo uss din class me huwa uski wajah se.


Hum dono saath me baithe the. Har - roj ki tarah ek-dusre ki aankhon me aankhen aur baato me baate. Uske paas bolne ke liye kabhi kisi topic ki kami nahi thi. Din ka last period  tha . Teacher ne surprise entry ki aur mujhe khada hone ko kaha. Main tab bilkul anjaan tha ki kya hone wala tha. Aur jaise hi unhone bolna shuru kiya " In class 9th , a quite boy but serious student came in my eyes, Vishnu .  But now u have just turned everything against you. I always wanted to hear of you but in a good way. Everyone in the staff is talking about you and you know why. " Main kuch bhi nahi keh sakta tha. Mujhe laga ki unki speech khatam ho gayi thi par " And the same thing goes for you to Soniya. I have come to hear a lot and i dnt want to hear anymore. Vishnu is a nice boy and Its better you concentrate on your studies . Sit Down !" Maine Soniya ke aankhon me ajeeb sa darr dekha. Mujhe laga ki shayad mujhe khud hi apni place change kar leni chayiye. Main nahi chahta ki meri wajah se Soniya ko aisa  sunna pade. Soniya bhi gusse se laal thi aur main jaane se pehle usse kaha "Sorry Soniya ! meri wajah se tumhe yeh sab kuch..." Main kuch bol bhi nahi paa raha tha. Mere lafs ladkhada rahe the. Kya wo mujhse naaraz thi ? Usne meri taraf dekha aur kaha"  Main in sab faltu baato pe nahi dhyaan deti. Tum bhi mat dena . Hum dost hai aur acche dost rahenge. Darna mat aise comments se Vishnu !" Itna bolkar usne mere dill par se patthar sa hata diya . Main khush tha ki Soniya sambhal chuki thi par mere andar yeh guilt tha ki aage phir aisa na ho. Mujhe place change kar lena chayiye. Main chutti ke baad meri teacher ke paas gaya aur unse vinti ki meri place kal change kar de. Agle din aisa hi hua. Hum alag ho gaye the. Maine jo bhi kiya Soniya ki bhalai ke liye kiya. Main mere faisle se khush tha. Soniya ne jaate waqt mera chehra tak nahi dekha. Shayad wo nahi chahti thi ki meri place change ho . Shayad wo mere jaane se khush nahi thi. Uski kami ko kam karne ke liye maine socha ki padhai pe dhyaan lagauun. Par kehte hain na ki agar ek baar dill kaheen lag jaaye phir uske baad kaheen aur dhyaan nahi lagta. Door rehke bhi main uske sabse kareeb aa chuka tha. Par na maine kabhi usse baat karne ki koshish ki aur na hi wo kabhi aage aayi. Main yeh maan baitha tha ki shayad yeh humari kahani ka the end tha. Par pyaar ko bhulana itna aasaan nahi hota. Din-raat sirf usi ke saath bitaaya har pal yaad karta rehta tha.Uski baatein , uski muskaan , uski adaa.....Ufff ! mere cable pe sirf Soniya ka channel chalta  tha . Kitaab ke har panne par aake mujhe pareshaan karna to uski aadat ban chuki thi. Uska favourite actor John Abrahim hai aur jab uski yaad aati thi to main Dostana film dekh leta tha. Aisa iss age me hota hai maine suna tha par jab mere saath huwa to pata chala ki ek baar yeh ho gaya toh uske baad  sambhalna bahut mushkil hota hai.


Itna dismiss hona kam tha ki maine apna board exam bhi kharaab kar diya. Har paper me kuch na kuch galti mujhse ho hi jaa rahi thi. Kisi paper me question number lagaana bhool gaya toh kisi paper me question hi karna bhool gaya. Jitna galti kar sakta tha , utna galat  huwa . Mera mind set drastic khaddhe me jaa chuka tha. Exam khatam hone ke baad main chutti bhi nahi jhel sakta tha. Aur na hi jhel paaya. Isiliye to aaj Soniya ko , apni mummy - papa ko , apne bhai ko , apni behen ko aur kuch acchhe doston ko chodh ke main jaa raha hun. Apne ghar ke 3rd floor se main kud gaya. Mera bachna to jaise bhaad aayi aur kuch bhi dooba nahi. Yeh thi meri kahani ek saal ki . Ek saal jisme maine zindagi se haar maan li aur alvida keh ke bhagwan ke paas chala. Mujhe iske liye sab maaf karde , yehi meri last wish hai. Koi mujhe gaaliyan mat dena , haste - haste meri vidaai karna . 

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"India Cricket Fever "

Hum Indian hai , Humare liye dill ki dhadkan se jyada important India ka match hota hai. Match chehe kisi bhi team se ho , Hume haarna nahi pasand hai aur jeetne ki aadat bhi nahi hai. India - yeh desh to bahut bada hai par Yeh desh tab ek chote se kamre me tv ke saamne simat ke reh jaata hai jab Indian Criket team tv pe match khel rahi hoti hai. Hum Cricket ko apne har kaam se jyada priority dete hai aur de bhi kyu na yeh game hai hi itna hairat-angej.  Jab - jab India jeeti hai , tab - tab hum jeet ki khushi me bum-patake phodhte hai aur jab - jab India haari hai , tab - tab hum unke gharo ki imaarto ko phodhte aaye hai. Sabko yaad to hoga jab hum 2007 ke world cup se baahar hue the to kya hungama macha tha ? Dhoni ke ghar tod-phor karne ki koshish , patthar baazi aur vagera-vagera. 2003 world cup to yaad hi hoga jab India final me Australia ke haatho maat kha gayi thi ? Saurav Ganguly pe kitne comments maare the humne. Sachin ko Unlucky kaha tha humne. Hum sab kuch bhool gaye the ki Sachin 17 saal ke career me na-jane kitne matches India ko akele hi jeetaya hai. 1975 jab India pehli baar world cup ka hissa bani thi to siway ek kamjor team ke alawa aur kuch nahi thi. But history was made when in 1983 India defeated the mighty West Indies in the finals. 1992 world cup me India was led by M. Azahruddin. Indian team was associated with the best names - Kapil Dev and the young Sachin Tendulkar.

But india iss baar bhi kuch khaas nahi kar payi , except they defeated Pakistan in a match.Aur yeh fail hone ka silsila 2003 tak chalta raha. But Saurav was the Captain and his only aim was to win the cup for the nation.  As a new , improved and zealous team new found confidence and a lot of succes in recent years mainly becauseos Sachin , Saurav & Srinath's efforts , India began the 2003 world cup as strong contenders for the cup . India defeated every other team in it except the undefeated Aussies and that too in the Grand finale . Hard work was not paid off. India lost in the finals and fans becames outrageous. Yeh hamare khoon me hai. Hum pehle aise nahi the kyuki tab Hockey India pe jaadu karke baitha tha. Aaj bhi hockey humara National game hai phir bhi Cricket India ki pehli pasand hai. Hum har match ko aankhon se nahi dill se dekhte hai. Hum sochte dimaag se nahi dill se hai.  Shayad isiliye apni excitement ko chupa nahi paate hai. Socha hai ki agar hum tv ke saamne itne excited hote hai , to waha stadium me baithe log jo kharcha kareke match dekhne jaate hai unka kya haal hota hoga ? Players ko itna kareeb se dekhna aur phir bhi apne upar kaabu rakhna bada hi mushkill kaam hai.  Maine kabhi stadium me match nahi dekha hai , hamesha se dekhna chahta hun par kabhi mauka nahi mila isiliye main sirf unke baare me bolunga jo match apne multimedia box se chipak kar dekhte hai. Tab ki audience jab India jyadatar match stadium me khela karti thi aur Aaj ki Audience jo India ko jyadatar tv pe match khelte dekhti hai , me bahut fark hai . Hum haarne ke baad apne ghar pe gussa nahi dikhate balki hum Indian Players ke ghar pe chale jaate hai aur saara gussa waheen nikaalte hai.  Bhale hi yeh galat hai par hum sochte hai ki agar hum inki jeet me inke ghar ke darwaaje par diye jala sakte hai to inki haar me hum unhi diyon se inka ghar jala sakte hai. Aur hum aisa kyun na kare , apna saara kaam-dhaam chodhkar sirf Indian team ke liye baithe rehte hai phir inhe haarne ka koi haq nahi. Kisi ne kaha tha ki ' khe lme kisi ki haar to kisi ki jeet hoti rehti hai' par hume sirf apni team ko jeette hue dekhna hai. Waise match dekhte waqt hume bhook aur pyaas hi nahi lagti. Hum yeh sochte hai ki agar hum apni jagah se thoda sa bhi hile toh kuch bura ho jaayega. Agar apni palak jhapki to wicket gir jaayega yaa phir run chala jaayega. Bhale hi sabke apne-apne favourite players hai team me par jab team khelti hai tab har players se hum aas lagaye baithe hote hai kyuki wo Indian player hai . Popkorn ko side me rakh-kar aur muuh me pepsi se bhara straw rakh kar match dekhne ka apna hi maja hai.Hum har bade match se pehle team ke liye prarthana karte hai , mandir me sar tekte hai , allah se duwa maangte hai , wahe-guru ji ka mantra padhte hai aur Church me jaaker wish maangte hai. Match ke waqt koi baccha , jawaan ya budha nahi hota hai , milte hai to sirf Indian team ke supporters. Kya ladke aur kya ladkiya , sab sirf India ko jeet ka jashn manate dekhna chahte hai. Hume haarna bilkul manzoor nahi  aur jeet se kam me hume manjoor nahi. Jab aakhiri over chalta hai , jeet ke liye kuch run chayiye hote hai aur batting pe humare fast bowlers hote hai tab captain aur players ke sath-sath hum bhi apne naakhun chaba jaate hai. Jab humara bowler last over phekne aata hai aur opponent team ko jeetne ke liye sirf channd run chayiye hote hai tab captain kya hum bhi side me fielding set karne lagte hai. Na ek run idhar aur na ek run udhar , koi kasar nahi chodhte. Paani tak humare gale se niche nahi utarta jab tak India saare wickets nahi le leti. Har chaukke pe hum taali bajate hai , waah - waah chillate hai aur chakka jaaye tab to hum naach bhi dikha dete hai. Yeh naach to baarat me bhi nahi dikhta hai. Chahe opponent team Pakistan ya Australia jaisi badi teams ho yaa phir Ireland ya Bangladesh jaisi associate teams ho , hum apni aankh gadaye dekhte hai har ball , har over. Haarta hua match jab India jeet jaati hai tab to humare kadam zameen par hi nahi tikte. Khushi me ghar se baahar nikalkar , charcha aur waah - waahi me lag jaate hai. Phir to bhaiyya a long discussion goes on. Matches me commentators itna expert view nahi dete jitna hum match ke baad jhaar dete hai. Hume aas-paas ki koi khabar nahi hoti par India team se kaun nikla aur kaun entry kiya , yeh hume pehle pata hota hai. Ab hum Sachin se leke Sreesanth aur Raina se leke Virat tak sabko cheer karte hai. Yeh humare liye film actors se bhi jyada bade ishtaar hai. Par tabhi jab yeh hume jeetate hai . Aaj humare fever ki wajah se players jyada tar apna ghar bachane ke liye match khelte hai. Hum hi hai jo players ke mann me darr paida kar rahe hai ki agar accha nahi kheloge to hume tumhare ghar ka raasta pata hai. Players dill jeetne me jitni mehnat karte hai hume uska samman karna chayiye. Ek tym inhe sitaara kehke pukarna aur dusre tym unhe zameen ki dhuul ki tarah dekhna , yeh humari fitrat banti jaa rahi hai. Match ko bhaawuk hoke dekhna galat nahi hai par apne players ki bhawnayo ko bhi samajhna chayiye. Jeet ke liye sab koi khelta hai. Jeet sabko naseeb bhi nhi hoti. Hamesha kisi ek ko bhi naseeb nahi hoti. Match ko enjoy karo aur humari Indian team ko bhi desh ke liye khelne do , yehi meri sabse vinti hai. India Cricket Fever ko virus na banne do . Try to feel the game but dont peel those who are associated with it. 

Untitled Story - The Beginning part 3

Sadak  par  mere alawa koi nahi dikh raha . Sirf kinaare adhmare pade kutte hai  jo abhi neend me hai. Yeh kutte ghar ki rakhwali kya karenge , yeh to insaan se bhi jyada aalsi hai. Mujhe inn jeevo se bada darr lagta hai. Kisi din inn kutto ko goli se uda dunga. Ab nahi par kyuki ab to mere hi udne ki baari aa gayi thi. Chalo kutto ! tum log bach gaye par agle janam me zaroor tumhe maarunga agar insaan bana to. Dheere - dheere suraj apni aankhen khol raha hai. Sadak ke kinaare - kinaare uski muskaan phail rahi hai. Uunche gharo ki wajah se wo beech me nahi aa pa rahi. Hawa me thand hai . Par mujhe ab kya thand aur kya garmi . Kuch hi der me main apne nark-sthaan pe pahuch jaaunga. Waha pe yamraj naav chala raha hoga aur usi naav me baithake wo mujhe swarg le jaayega. Swarg hi le jaayega kyuki mere khayal se maine jyada paap to nahi kiye hai ab tak. Haan , yeh suicide se mere paap ka percentage badh zaroor jaayega. Kadmo ko sambhalte hue main manzil tak pahuch chuka hun. Bandhe ki uchchayi dekhi  , nadi me samadhi leni hai to neeche to utarna hi padega. Aas-paas kuch log dikhne lage . Mujhe darr tha ki kaheen yeh log mujhe bachane ke liye na aa jaaye. Phir se nazron ke saamne do kutte aa gaye. Dono ek-dusre ke saath chorr-police khel rahe the. Iss baar aankhen nahi band karunga kyuki pichle baar band kiya tha to asafal ho gaya tha. Ab suraj poori tarah se apna muuh khol chuka tha. Uski pehli kiran mere niraash aur pareshaan chehre pe padi . Shayad yeh chahti hai ki main ghar wapis chala jaaun. Yeh act mere se na ho isiliye mujhe rokne aayi hai. Par inke liye ek Bad news hai ki main apna faisla le chuka hun. Ab to bhagwan bhi mujhe rok nahi sakta. Bhagwan kya rokenge mujhe , shayad wo bhi chahte hai ki dharti se ek nikamma kam ho jaaye. Unhone mujhe kitne armaano se niche bheja hoga aur main un sab par pani pher ke wapis aa raha hun. Sorry God  ! but next chance me pakka kuch karunga. Maine apne dosto se suna tha ki nadi ke beech me ek mandir hai jo ki ek chamatkari mandir hai. Kaise ? Main batata hun . Jab bhi shahar me baadh aati hai to yeh mandir doobta nahi. Pani ke level ke badhne ke sath yeh mandir bhi upar aa jata hai. Iska matlab yeh mandir paani ke upar tairta hai. Par doobta nahi hai. Kabhi dekha nahi iss mandir ko par aaj dekhna chaha. Socha ki kisi cheej ko kyu chodh dun jab zindagi ka aakhiri samay aa gaya hai.   Nazar ko charo-ore ghumaya aur dur tak pahuchaya par mandir kaheen nahi dikha. Shayad yeh kahaaniyon wala mandir hai jo dikhta nahi sirf sunaayi deta hai. Bhagwan bhi to dikhte nahi sirf sunaayi dete hai. Zameen hari-hari ghaas se bhari hui thi. Inme kitna jeevan hai. Yeh hawa ke saath apna nritya dikhati hai. Inhe jeena kitna pasand hai . Pasand to hoga hi. Akhir inhe kaun si padhai karni hai. Inhe kaun sa kaam karna hai. Inke na to maa-baap hai aur na hi shaher bhar ke rishtedaar hai. Inhe na to bada hoker kuch banne ki fikr hai aur na hi fail hone ka darr. Aap sab mujhe ek haara hua baccha samajh rahe honge. Khair ! ab kisi ki bhi soch se mujhe koi farkh nahi padta. Sirf padhai hoti toh zindagi ko ek aur mauka dene ki soch bhi leta par yahaan toh pyaar ne bhi saath chodh diya hai. Kudrat me do hi toh cheejen hai , ek padhai aur dusri ladki. Jab dono saath na de to tum zindagi chodhne ke alawa aur kya kar sakte ho. Suraj ki roshni aur tej ho gayi. Ab isse pehle aas-paas chahal - pahal honi shuru ho jaaye , usse pahle mujhe samadhi le leni chayiye. Kisi ne dekh liya toh mujhe bachane zaroor aayega. Aur ab main bachna nahi chahta . Train nahi to nadi sahi. Kitna soch raha hun main . Itna pehle socha hota to aaj yeh naubat nahi aati. Marna hai to mar , itna sochna kya. Aankhen samne ka nazara dikhane lagi. Aur samne kya dikhta hai , wahi mandir. Ek chota sa mandir jo nadi ke bich me hai aur nadi ke upar hai. Vishwas nahi ho raha tha par yeh sach me hai . Mandir pani ke upar tair raha hai . Bhagwan ki jholi se nikla ek karishma. Yeh dhekh ke mann aur soch me pad gaya. Dheere- dheere main apna santulan khota jaa raha hun. Kya marna zaroori hai ? Lekin agar marega nahi to kya karega ? Jab sacchai samne aayegi to sabse aankhen kaise mila paayega ? Apne pyaar ko kaise bhoola paayega ? Kaise sabko yeh keh paayega ki tujhse galti ho gayi ? Ab kuch mat soch aur maar dubki. Par agar tair nahi paaya toh. Ohh ! main yeh kya soch raha hun. Tairna nahi aata tabhi to aaya hun yaha.Mere charo taraf logon ki sankhya badh gayi. Kuch to meri hi taraf dekhne lage. Shayad maine yeh dusra mauka bhi gawa diya. Ab yaha khade rehna sahi nahi hoga. Jaldi se ghar nikal le warna logon ko shak ho sakta hai. Main gusse se waha se bhaagne laga. Ab dimaag me kuch nahi chal raha tha. Kuch hi der me main ghar pahucha , chhat ka darwaza khola aur teesri manzil pe khada ho gaya. Ghar hi sabse acchi jagah hoti hai kisi kaam ko anjaam dene ke liye. Mujhe koi nahi dekh raha tha .Na pehle kisi ne dekha aur na aage dekh paayega. Railing pe khada hoker , ek baar aasmaan ko dekh kar  , sab kuch bhool kar , main kud gaya. Teesri manzil se laga di challaang. Ab to bachne ki koi gunzaaish hi nahi. Duniya ko alvida bole bina hi maine duniya ko chodh diya . Shayad mere agle safar me main iss duniya ke kaam aa sakun. 

Untitled : The Beginning - Bed Dream !!!

"And the student of this year is - Vishnu ".Main apni muskurahat se apni khushi zaahir kar raha tha. Itna mehnat kiya aur pure saal ki mehnat ka itna accha fal mila ,Student of the year. Yeh to har us student ka sapna hota hai jo puri lagan se padhai ko apna dost maanta hai. Maine maana aur mujhe yeh award mila. Ab main stage pe jaaker apne principal se award lunga. Mere principal ko pehle se hi bharosa tha ki yeh haq mera hai. Unhone mere track records dekhe the aur usi waqt mujhse kaha tha ki iss award ko mujhse behtar saathi nahi mill sakta hai.Main saatwe aasmaan pe tha. Sabhi mere classmates mere liye taali baja rahe the , kuch khushi se to kuch mann ki kadwaahat ko apni jhoothi muskaan ke peeche chipa kar. Aise log dost kam aur competetor jyada maane jaate hai. Inki muskaan hi inki gaaliyon ko raasta deti hai. Par mujhe ab in sabki kya padi hai? Award to main jeet hi chuka hun. Meri bhi photo khichegi , School ke panno pe mera bhi naam likha jaayega aur wo bhi bold marker se. Sabhi teachers mujhe garv se nihaar rahi thi. Inko lagta hai ki maine yeh award inke padhane ki wajah se jeeta hai. Khair ! galatfehmi sabko hoti hai. Par main bhi inko khush karne ke liye haste hue keh gaya " Mam ! its becoz of ur way of teaching . Thanks a lot ." Yeh bhi khush. Ab chal Vishnu , award intezaar kar raha hai tera. Kaheen principal ke haath se phisal gaya to muuh dekhta reh jaayega sabka. Stage ki seedhiyan bahut lambi lagne lagi. Main jitna upar jaaun , stage utna hi dur jaaye. Yeh kya ho raha hai? Principal mujhe haste hue dekh rahe hai , mera intezaar kar rahe hai. Par main sirf seedhiyon pe chadhta jaa raha hun , un tak pahuch nahi paa raha hun. Yeh aakhir ho kya raha hai ? " No ! let me go . Whats happening ? " Main chilla raha hun , poori zor laga raha hun par main upar nahi jaa pa raha.Achanak sab bacche mere upar hasne lage. Teachers mujhe gusse  se dekhne lage. Yeh in sab logo ka behaviour mere liye aise badal  kyu raha hai ? Principal award ko phenk dete hai aur mere taraf aa rahe hai. Yeh award mera hai isse mat phekiye . Main chilla raha hun par utni bheed me meri cheenk  koi nahi sun raha . " Tum best student nahi ho. U r a failure." Itna kehke wo hasne lage. Main apne aansuoon ko rok nahi paaya . Itni bezzati maine kabhi nahi sahi. Stage ki seedhiyon par khada hoker apna mazaak bana raha tha main. Main chilla-chilla ke rone laga par sab aur zor se hasne lage. Main unke liye kisi circus ke joker se kam nahi . " Please ! dnt do this to me. " Kehte -kehte thak gaya par kisi ne meri ek na suni. Achanak se meri aankh khuli . Sapna tha yeh , par kya yeh sapna ek paheli thi yaa aane wale kal ka sanket. Maine kabhi aisa sapna nahi dekha tha. Khud ko itna Helpless kabhi mahsoos nahi kiya jitna iss sapne me kiya. Main chilla raha hun , ro raha hun aur wo bhi poore school ke samne. Kya aisa sach me hone wala tha? Yeh ho bhi sakta hai , kyuki jis hisaab se maine 10th ki padhai ki hai uss hisaab se to mujhe school se nikaal dena banta hai. Bed pe pade-pade yeh kaise khayal aa rahe hai mujhe ? Bad thinking to suna tha , par Bed thinking pehli baar suna . Ghadhi ko nigaah talaashne lagi. Andhere me kitna baj raha tha , yeh bhi nahi dikh raha tha.Uthke apne kamre ka darwaza khola aur hall ki badi ghadhi ko dekha. Abhi 5 bajne me thoda tym tha. Par yeh tym bilkul sahi tha. Shayad aap log bhool gaye par main nahi bhool sakta . Kyuki yeh meri zindagi ka sawaal hai , Sorry , meri maut ka sawaal hai. Maine socha tha ki 5 baje main subah ki walk ke liye niklunga aur bandhe ke kinaare nadi me kud jaaunga. Swimming classes kabhi ki nahi to dubke mar sakta hun na. Shayad isiliye itni jaddho-jahad ke baawjood koi mujhe swimming nahi seekha paya.  Jogging suit pehana aur aadhe andhere me nikal gaya. Is samay aakash me na suraj poori tarah se nikla tha aur na hi chaand poori tarah se chipa tha. Yeh samay hamesha mujhe pasand raha hai. Main chutti ke dino me morning walk hamesha se karta aaya hun . Par shayad yeh meri aaj  ki aakhiri walk hogi. Ek baar upar dekha. Ghar ka darwaza band kiya aur apni maut ko gale lagane chal diya.  

Shaheed Bhagat Singh - Flashes !!!

March 23 - a date which is termd as Shaheed Diwas in India. Most of Indians dnt care about this day . The feeling of patriotism is something which every citizen posses for its country but never shows it in rage. It just has to be called once. Hum Bhartiya kabhi Apne Desh ki buraaiyaan nahi sun sakte aur naa hi unki jo hamare desh ke Shaheedon par sawaal karte hai. Aise hi ek Shaheed hai Sardar Bhagat Singh. Inke baare me bolne wala main koi nahi , par inke us tyaag ko phir se jeevit karne ka haq mujhe hai. He lived for India and he died for India. Let me make it more grt , He didnt Die .....He jus left his body becoz he gave his soul to India.At the age of 23 ,if anyone was smiling just before he was being hanged to death, it was Shaheed Bhagat Singh . Jab India British empire ke one-sided Rules & Regulations se Struggle kar raha tha , Tab bahut se Krantikariyon ne Unko Desh se dur karne ka morcha sambhala. Their sacrifices are not bound of words. Aaj hum Azaad Saans le rahe hai to inhi Veero ke Balidan ke badaulat.


At an early age , Bhagat Singh started dreaming of uprooting the British Empire.Never afraid of fighting during his childhood , he thought of growing guns in the fields so that he could fight against the Angrez. In 1916 , the young blood came in contact with some well known political leaders lyk Lala Lajpat Rai and Ras Bihari Bose.


He realised that the overthrow of British rule should be accompanied by the socialist reconstruction of Indian society and for this political power must be seized by the workers.Though portrayed as a terrorist by the British, Sardar Bhagat Singh was critical of the individual terrorism which was prevalent among the revolutionary youth of his time and called for mass mobilization. Bhagat Singh gave a new direction to the revolutionary movement in India. He differed from his predecessors on two counts. Firstly, he accepted the logic of atheism and publicly proclaimed it. Secondly, until then revolutionaries had no conception of post-independence society. Their immediate goal was destruction of the British Empire and they had no inclination to work out a political alternative. Bhagat Singh, because of his interest in studying and his keen sense of history gave revolutionary movement a goal beyond the elimination of the British. 


To continue his studies, Bhagat Singh joined the National College in Lahore, founded by Lala Lajpat Rai. At this college, which was a centre of revolutionary activities, he came into contact with revolutionaries such as Bhagwati Charan, Sukhdev and others.
He went to Lahore and formed a union of revolutionaries by name 'Naujavan Bharat Sabha'. He started spreading the message of revolution in Punjab.


While protesting against Simon Commission in Lahore, Lala Lajpat Rai was brutally Lathicharged and later on succumbed to injuries. Bhagat Singh was determined to avenge Lajpat Rai's death by shooting the British official responsible for the killing, Deputy Inspector General Scott. He shot down Assistant Superintendent Saunders instead, mistaking him for Scott. Bhagat Singh had to flee from Lahore to escape death punishment.


In search of revolutionary groups and ideas, he met Sukhdev and Rajguru. Bhagat Singh, along with the help of Chandrashekhar Azad, formed the Hindustan Socialist Republican Army (HSRA). The aim of this Indian revolutionary movement was now defined as not only to make India independent, but also to create "a socialist India."To avenge Lala Lajpat Rai's death, Bhagat Singh and Rajguru killed Mr. Saunders (one of the deputy officers in connection with the Simon Commission).When the British government promulgated the two bills "Trade Union Dispute Bill" and "Public Safety Bill" which Bhagat Singh and his party thought were Black Laws aimed at curbing citizens' freedom and civil liberties, they decided to oppose these bills by throwing a bomb in the Central Assembly Hall .



He and his friends wanted to be shot dead, since they were termed as prisoners of war. Their request was not fulfilled, and on March 23, 1931, Bhagat Singh, Shivram Rajguru, and Sukhdev were hanged to death. 

This man's only mission in life was to see his country free from British rule. He did his best and when he was being led to the gallows, he was satisfied that he had lived up to his principles, irrespective of the consequences. The only thing that made him sad was that he couldn't do more for his country.

The aim of life is no more to control the mind, but to develop it harmoniously; not to achieve salvation here after, but to make the best use of it here below; and not to realise truth, beauty and good only in contemplation, but also in the actual experience of daily life; social progress depends not upon the ennoblement of the few but on the enrichment of democracy; universal brotherhood can be achieved only when there is an equality of opportunity - of opportunity in the social, political and individual life." — from Bhagat Singh's prison diary.

Nothing else I can mark out from the life of such greatness and love for one's country. Jo yeh kar gaye , wo shayad hi koi kar sake aaj ke iss " least caring " world me. Hum inki tarah aggression to nahi dikha sakte , jo pyaar inke dill me tha utna hum bhi rakhte hai  aur ise sambhalke rakha hai. Desh ke liye hum yuva aage aa rahe hai . India ko development ki seedhi hum youngster ko hi chadhani hai. Kehte hai na ' Har desh perfect nahi hota , Use perfect banaan padta hai'. His works and ideologies were at peak and if we follow such a personality then the route to India's Pride is gonna be at ease. Take inspiration and always remember such personalities , becoz they were our past , they did everything to secure our presesnt , the India's present and now its upto us to make the future brighter . Hum jo bhi karenge , apne Desh ki shaan ko barkaraar rakhte hue , sar ko uuncha aur samman badhate hue karenge. 

Lets give Sardar Bhagat Singh a Salute for showing us the right path to Azaadi . Under Pressure Living is not India's habit. We feel free to live , we live to be free. 

Youngistan me itni taaqat hai ki wo India ko har race me Winner banade. We are on the Correct way and though the path is full of ups & downs , We are gonna cross all the hurdles. 

I apologize to the nation for posting this segment of Flashes a day later. Main sacche dill se maafi maangta hun. Yehi chaahta hun ki jaise mujhe Bhagat Singh ke jeevan ko jaanne ka Yeh avasar mila waise aap sab bhi iss post ko padhe aur jaane ki Struggle kya hota hai, Desh-prem kya hota hai  aur mahaanta ki koi had nahi hoti . 

Main koi utna bada insaan nahi hun jo Aise freedom fighter ko tribute dun , yeh bas ek baby-step hai inko sammaan  karne ka .....So he deserves -
Flashes !!! Flashes !!!

Untitled Story - The Beginning part 1

Hamesha se yehi sunta aa raha hun ki agar zindagi mili hai to kuch karke dikhao , aage badho aur kuch banke dikhao. Shayad isi chakkar me main yahan khada hun .17 saal jee liya , kuch bahut bada nahi kiya par kuch glat bhi nahi kiya tha ek saal pehle tak. Kise pata tha ki 1 saal me hi haar maan lunga main. Sab to yehi kehte the ki main jaroor kuch alag karunga. Pure khandaan me main hi sabse unche post par pahuchunga. Lekin shayad main is sabka asli haqdaar nahi hun. Abhi zindagi ke pehle hi kadam me fisal gaya aur aisa fisla ki taang hi tudwa baitha.Abhi jahaan main khada hun , wahaan yaa to meri zindagi khatam ho jaayegi yaa phir zindagi ek aur mauka degi phir se marne ke liye. Mere liye yeh mera last spell tha. Aage jeene ki himmat nahi hai mujhme. Waise shayad aap mujhe nahi jaante .  Mera naam Vishnu hai . Aur isse jyada jaanke aap kya karoge kyuki abhi to main marne wala hun. Aaas paas koi nahi hai jo mere iss faisle ko badal sake. Kuch hi der me ek train aayegi. Wo train yaa to mujhe kuchal ke apna raasta aage naapegi yaa to mujhe jeene ka ek mauka degi. Bahut kuch seekha maine apne chote se safar me , aur bahut suffer kiya maine in 1 saal me.Jab aapse ummeed lagane walon ki taadaat jyada ho , to do hi baate ho sakti hai, yaa to aap un ummeedo pe khade utarte ho yaa phir un ummeedo par pani pher dete ho. Dusra wala kissa mere saath hua. Platform ke bilkul kinaare hun , Aur zindagi ke ant pe . Jaise hi koi train aayegi main patriyon par jaaker khada ho jaaunga. Mujhme to itni bhi himmat nahi ki main saamne se aati hui train ko apni aankhon se dekh sakun. Socha tha blind fold ho jau par utna taam-jhaam kyu karna jab end me marna hi hai. Bas ! ab baaton ka samay samaapt . Patriyon ka kap-kapana shuru ho gaya tha . Shayad meri sawaari aa rahi thi. Jitna main soch raha hun , shayad utna nahi sochna chayiye mujhe. Yeh kitna aasaan hai sirf train ke samne jaana aur uske paas aane ka intezaar karna hai.  Baaki ka kaam to wo sawaari hi kar degi. Par jitna bolne me simple hai utna yeh asal me hai nahi. Samne maut khadi ho jaaye to acche-accho ki pant geeli ho jaati hai aur main to sirf ek 17 saal ka haara aur kaayar baccha hun. Par agar baccha hi ho toh yeh sab karke kya fayda? Kyun kisi ke diye gaye tohfe ko itni jaldi lauta rahe ho? Bhagwan ne agar jeene ko saanse di hai toh saanso ko chalte rehne ke liye kuch na kuch to bheja hi hoga. Par mere case me wo bahut late ho gaya tha. Mera oxygen ka dabba khatam ho chuka tha . Aur bharne ki koi gunjaayish bhi nahi thi. Achanak se samne se aakash pe kaale dhabbe dikhne lage. Neele-neele pani me zeher ghol diya ho kisine aisa lag raha tha . Yeh zeher mere liye tha aur uss zehereelay paani me mujhe akele hi dubki lagani hai. Train aa rahi hai . Kuch hi der me wo mere shareer ko paar kar degi. Ab time aa gaya tha ki main platform ka kona chodhdu aur patriyon par khada ho jauun. Mann me ajeeb si hulchul mach rahi thi. Andar se kaheen aawaaz aa rahi thi ki aisa mat kar. Mat jaa train ke saamne. Darr mere chehre par saaf jhalak raha tha .Maathe pe pasine ki pehli boond aur uske baad to pura jism hi uski thandak se kaapne sa laga. Hichkichahat thi ki kya yeh karna zaruuri hai. Par na karna kaayarta hogi. To suicide bhi kaun sa veerta ka kaam hai? Man ke mat-bhed ko bhedna bahut kathin hota hai. Jo ispe kaabu paa leta hai wo hi ucchaiyon ko mutthi me kar pata hai. Mere andar itni kaabiliyat hoti to shayad aaj main khud ko hi maaf kar deta. Kya soch raha hai Vishnu ? Train aayegi aur nikal jaayegi , tu bas saamne chala jaa. Maine socha apni dari hui aankhon ko dhak dun . Par yeh faisla toh aur bhi galat nikla. Ankhen band karte hi woh saari baatein saamne aane lagi jo kabhi mujhe pasand aaya karti thi. Jinse main tha aur jo mujhse thi. Mummy- papa , Meri behen , Mera chota bhai , mere dost , mera pyaar ; in sab ko main alvida kaise kahuun ? Train aur bhi kareeb aa chuki thi . Mere paas ab jyada time nahi tha . Sochne ka samay samapt ab uss khai me kudne ka waqt aa gaya tha jise maine hi gehraayi di thi. Ek baar phir se Ankhon ko band kiya aur platform ke neeche utar gaya . Aas-paas koi awaaz nahi thi. Mano sab meri maut ko dekhne ke liye shaant ho gaye hai. Koi aahat nahi . Na kisi panchi ki chehchahahat , na hi kisi ke kadmo ki aahat. Duniya tham si gayi ho jaise. Train ki tej dhwani bhi ab kaano me nahi pad rahi hai. Shayad maut ke itne kareeb aaker shareer bhi saath chodh deta hai. Haath ek jagah nahi tik rahe the. Kapkapi se pura badan jhalla utha tha. Achanak se ek tej awaaz aayi aur meri maut ki sawaari mere samne se nikal gayi.Train apna kaam kiye bina hi chali gayi. Usne uss insaan ke liye koi fikr nahi ki jo aaj apni jaan dene ke liye train ka sahara leeya huwa tha. Phir se sab kuch pehle jaisa ho gaya.Awaaze mujhe chilla ke keh rahi thi ki main zinda hun. Kaano me aaker mujhe kaayar keh rahi thi. Panchi phir se apni meethi boli se mujhe jeene ki icchha dene lage. Hawaayein mere chehre ko jaise tamacha maarne lagi . Main khud ko maar bhi nahi saka. Darr itna hai to zinda kaise hun main ab tak ? Khud pe bahut gussa aa raha hai. Pura chance hone ke bawjood main fail ho gaya. Kya karun ? Akhir fail hona hi likha hai life me toh aadmi kar bhi kya sakta hai. Bas yehi failure ka dhabba na lag jaaye mujhpe isiliye toh aaj marne aaya tha . Par aaj maut ke test me bhi fail ho gaya. Man toh kiya ki train ko peeche kheech ke phir se uske saamne aa jaauun. Na jee sakta hun , na mar paa raha hun. He Bhagwan ! mujhe le jaa na yaahaan se. Ab kaun sa bura din bach gaya hai jo maine dekha nahi hai ab tak.Waapas apne ghar jaana padega ab. Shayad kal subah mujhe isme safalta mill jaaye par ab dusri jagah par. Pehla attempt hi toh fail hua hai . Yeh keh kar khud ko sambhal to liya  par agli baar bhi yeh na ho aisa tay kar liya. Dusri baari me yeh ho jaana chayiye. Kitne din aur aise jeena padega? Station ko chodha aur ghar ka rasta pakda. Peeche mud kar bhi nahi dekha uss jagah ko. Soch liya ki ab dekhunga toh upar wale ke sath hi.  

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Harry Houdini - Flashes !!

All my readers , Let me have the honour to Bring forward a legacy infront of u . I wish I were born a century before to see the prestigious and remarkable enigma Harry Houdini.
He was born on March 24 ,1874 in Budapest , Hungary.

 His Signature    -        


I wont talk of his early lyf and his Family background much. M here to speak of his achievements , the only popular thing that he acheived in his days. Wat has he not done ? He was a magician & a escapologist , a stunt performer ,a pilot , a historian , a film maker & an actor  and was also a skeptic who set out to expose frauds purporting to be supernatural. 


He began his magic career at the tender age of 17 only.In 1893 , while performing wit his brother Dash at Coney Island as the "Houdini Brothers", Harry met fellow performer Bess whom he married. Bess replaced Dash in the act known as the " the Houdinis".He became widely known as the " The Handcuff King".
For most of his career, Houdini performed his act as a


headliner in vaudeville. For many years, he was the highest-paid performer in American vaudeville.He also served as President of the Society of American Magicians (aka S.A.M.) from 1917 untill his death in 1926.Some of his notable escapes are as - Mirror Handcuff Challenge ; Milk Can Escape ; Chinese Water Torture Cell ; Suspended Straitjacket  Escape ; Overboard Box Escape ; Buried Alive Stunt  It was never really cleared how He managed to escape from his bonds. In 1906 Houdini started showing films of his outside escapes as part of his vaudeville act.


In the 1920s, after the death of his mother, Cecelia, he turned his energies toward debunking self-proclaimed psychics and mediums, a pursuit that would inspire and be followed by later-day conjurers. Houdini's training in magic allowed him to expose frauds who had successfully fooled many scientists and academics. He was a member of a Scientific American committee that offered a cash prize to any medium who could successfully demonstrate supernatural abilities. None were able to do so, and the prize was never collected.Before Houdini died, he and his wife, Bess, agreed that if Houdini's spirit came back to earth, he would utter "Rosabelle believe" as a secret codeword to prove that it was actually him. This was a phrase from a play that Bess performed in when the couple first met. Bess Houdini, the magician's widow, held yearly séances on Halloween for ten years after Houdini's death, but Houdini's spirit never appeared and communicated the passphrase.
Harry Houdini died of peritonitis, secondary to a ruptured appendix. Eyewitnesses to an incident in Montreal gave rise to speculation that Houdini's death was caused by a McGill University student, J. Gordon Whitehead, who delivered multiple blows to Houdini's abdomen to test Houdini's claim that he was able to take any blow to the body above the waist without injury.
1968: The Houdini Magical Hall of Fame was opened on Clifton Hill in Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada. At its opening, this museum contained the majority of Houdini's personal collection of magic paraphernalia.
1975: Houdini received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
2001: The Houdini Seance was mounted as a theatrical piece in Chicago by Neil Tobin and becomes an annual Halloween event at Excalibur .
2010: A major traveling exhibition of Houdini memorabilia, paraphernalia, and art (inspired by him)—entitled Houdini's Art and Magic—opened at the Jewish Museum in New York on October 29, 2010.
I therefore take the opportunity to Give HARRY HOUDINI - Flashes !! Flashes !! , I take him very close to myself as his birthdate 24 and month of  death October is very close to my birthdate 24th October. A man of mystery & dignity left the world physically but gave Magik a true path of heights.
Flashes !!! Flashes !!!

Choice & Chance - 4 !!!

My blog ,which has a rock ishtyle name follows - vishudishtaar.blogspot , makes people think as whats the big deal going on here. Out of 100 , 20 people turn out to be a blog writer and of the rest 80 , only 20 people turn web pages to read some of the blogs.The point that i want to get at  is that a blog can only be famous if it is a Celeb writing or someone dedicating to a Celeb. Reast , the next way and the only ultimate way is to write good , infact write the best. My blog as m the riteful owrner , can either post & boast of a B-Town Celeb or write well with good vocabulary and write sense. People really are not getting the name of my blog. "The Ishtaar Rights !!!" - 
1. ishtaar is not a new word here. Have u heard this 'Twinkle Twinkle Li'll Star '? Man ! if u know wats star then Ishtaar is not foreign. Write well but Write new & kool. This is wat I think and I do. 
2. There are around lacs of blogs and millions of posts injecting out from them. This is also one of them , but not lyk them . As I said earlier that a blog star is not a big deal but a blog Ishtaar is a real gem. There are daily posts here. Complete Indian to be precise. I will not dare to touch those matters which are over my brain pool. To be frank , I know few things in this world , I know wats global warming , I know wats greenhouse effect , I also know who was Akbar , who was Akbar's Dad , I also speak about cricket and tennis , I also like to enjoy Discussions on political status of India though I dont comment on them , I also watch and bear big interest for Bollywood and its Ishtaars. So , the topics left , they are not the subject of this blog.
3. Yesterday , one of the senior member of my society approached to me and asked the purpose of my writing. He precised more on wat topic i write. Well ! that question left me tongue - tied. Wondering why ???? Let me explain this. Around 50 % youngster move to onlyn world . Their reason can be anything ; for onlyn job search, some try for matrimonial , some for business dealings ,some for chit-chat & gossip , some for just fun and some for odd jobs. But this 50 % hardly tend to blog reading. U know wats the big prob here? Its that we dont have tym to read articles of some of those people whom we dnt even know . Rather we r sure dat we are not going to face them ever in our life.Few who read articles , are actually those class of young people who have strong side for education . They want to grasp more and more about the world. Now , the rest 50 % ....
These are the experienced and middle age group society people. They really give clock to blogs. But they too turn to only those blogs who write on serious topics. Topics which carry - Strong relevant points, Serious issues,No entertainment based posts and all that. To catch their attention , I shud try posting some mood swingers.
Now , coming back to his question .....
I felt very akward to tell him that my topic for blog is B-Town . As his syle of thinking is just opposite to my Ishtyle of thinking. If he thinks east , den I go west. I wonder if i wud tell him that i write on politics or poverty or environment , he wud embrace me and give me blessings to write more beautifully.But when I told him that most of my post are on Bollywood  , I saw his face marks growing. He was not moved with the topic. 
4. For all thos who lykes to read , they are free to come here. I know that I may not be the best writer of the world , but I promise I will be the best for you. Dnt get carried away by this that my blog only holds B-Town in its arms. NO !!!!
I made this to show my writing abilities. I always wanted to share my thoughts . Though i was not able to do it in the real world , I found the virtual world for it. I am going to post as many imaginations as I can . But the first look may turn u down because I dont write with seriousness . Mann ! already this world has put down its inhabitants with all kinds of tension and pressure. So why to write again on such topics which can increase ur blood-pressure. M here to lighten ur hearts. M here to write for the youngsters.M here to show wat a student can do . M here to show that its not the age which brings high thoughts & correctness , instead its ones working ishtyle & way of handling everything with as li'll tension & lots of confidence mixed with a bit of fun and toppings of Risk factor. Yaa , u cant speak about everything sustaining here  but when u speak try to shut every mouth that opens against u. M here to popularize The Modern Writing - The young blood . When a pen is taken in hand , it either creates a miracle or it creates a mockery. But I will not do smthing lyk that. I wnt write on waste but I can even bring taste in waste. I wnt touch the worldly pressures but I can bring them down with my sense of humour.So one song is really set for this blog-
All i wanna say is that,
They dnt really care about us.
No help , do wat we can do .Havn't u heard this Self-help is the best help. The 21st gen. is not going to leave any hippocrites and no diplomacy too. Now , a teenage guy is not going to be bully by the experienced person. We know to answer and we will if you cross our Respect showing boundary. Yaa , we respect those people who have seen the world more than wat we have seen but we respect till we are not insulted. 
"Aaye hain toh kuch kar ke jaayenge ,
Kal nahi the toh kya hua ,
Hum tumhara kal banake Laayange."
The language of this blog is supposed to the gen X - English and Hinglish. I can blend anything with almost anything. But only to suit to  eye. Not an eye for an eye , but a kick for a kick. 
We are not lyk those krantikaris as we dnt need to be that. When handle is soft , we dnt press it hard. Why to fight when situations doesn't demand that.Wat they did for us , no one could have ever done it. I owe the mand Salute All The Freedom Fighters. They did it becoz the circumstances demanded that . Now its more about Brain power rather than Muscle Power. No hatred , Peace and Love can melt ice even in a Refrigerator. 
So , ab tak baithe ho ...? Socho mat ! Mujhe Join karo......
Ishtaar - Rights is for all young people and also their Daddy and Grand-Daddy. No age limits. Follow me even if u are yet to receive ur first tooth....and Follow me even if u are about to loose ur last tooth   .
I wnt say more....., Rest is on wat I write......
Recent serieses are
1. Choice & Chance - about all pondering thoughts arising from my system.
2. Pungi Bajao Tym- all diplomats are the target , from Celebs of Bollywood to Indian merchants , from the Big Business Tycoons to innocent politicians; no one is safe.
3.Movie Pack Up- as m a big B-Town fan , I will choose one of the movies and give some valuable praises if it desreves and comments if its too bad. But only Bollywood Movies have found a place here.
4. Clickopedia-some of the gorgeous , kool, dashing , beautiful Celebs' photos will be displayed in this series.
5.The Big Buzz - this is a collection of my artistic skills i.e some short stories & essays.
6.Flashes Flashes- this segment is to give tribute to those young guns of India who work to entertain us and bring Merits to India.Jus to show them how important they are for us , its a baby step from my side.
7.Untitiled- my most ambitious series. Its a fiction story which is really very important for me. As i will get its part , i will write here. I have already given the Introduction part, the Beginning is yet to be posted. My work towards this story will be no lesser. Its actually the sole of my blog. 
So , further add will be detalied with pin-prick later. Be The
NEXT !!!! 

Clickopedia - 4 !!

Deepika Padukone - The Shanti Of B-Town:

Her new Nescafe Ad Pic- Shake it !!

Amazing Ishtyle Statement :

RA-ONE "First ever look" U Do Not Wanna Miss It !!!

The Big Buzz - 2 !!

5  Hours wait at the Airport !

Man has always been waiting for three things in his lyf,the first is adolscence ;the second is a nice little job in a big company and the last but the longest wait -a beloved spouse.I thought these thing sums up the waiting list but my thoughts missed a machine carrying hundreds of beings in itself ,aeroplane. The perfect way to park ur plane is an Airport.I reached to the spot about an hour earlier becoz i didnt wanna miss my first ever flight .Patience are more tested when u r all alone in crowd. I am more prone to travel via trains rather than planes.Actually , I was virgin to the airports. They are quite different from the railway stations . Stations are full of people running , crouching and leeping  ; there are coolies to carry our luggage and we can walk in style withount any extra load except our own body weight . But in airports , you wont find urself any such happenings. There are trollies which asks you to be pulled and pushed.Still the option of dragging the trolly is not much entertained by High-class people. For a middle - class individual , airport is a paradise .The services and  facilities are just the simple proof to above comments. Inspite of such sort of stuffs , I hate going to the airports now. As i told , i reached to the spot about an hour early. But then I was informed that i had to wait for almost 5 hours due to flight delay.Gosh ! five hours with no work to do.It was a real test of my patience. I didnt had too much to carry with me . A handy laptop for business dealings and socialising and a VIP luggage bag for my clothes. I decided not to use my laptop there as its battery charging needed a little service. The very first thing that came to my mind that I should not find myself sleeping at the airport and missing my flight . So , no sleepy moments to share with. To make myself comfortable , I sat on the first seat as all the seats were naked. Hardly  there was anyone around . Then to make my self more comfortable I sat on the last cornerd bench . I was always a shy type guy. I sat on one corner with my laptop on my right side and the bag under my own bench. 

My travel started from here. I wished i could see see any of the film-stars there but these things only happens with lucky people. A brown - coloured hairs , with long - peaked nose and sniffing hot air from it,- dog came and sat on the first row but right infront of my eyes. In my childhood days , I was bit by a strange - mad dog and from that day I always had rough eye for dogs and their wifes. Moreover , I hate those people who instead of human beings carry their pet dogs along with them and so I hated that foriegner too who brought that dog at the airport. I wonder that beast had its ticket confirmed or not.That beast gave me a tough ironic look with his big red eyes and I stared it too with my dark eyes. I won the staring game. My gaze shifted to the counters.Well ! wherever man goes , he carries his heart along. I could see some beautiful ladies at the counters , ready to serve us. But the problem was that they were already surronded with some eager tourists . I tried to search for the most beautiful among them. If a man has beauty in his eyes then he has the beautiful ones in his arms. If one of them would have looked into my Romantic eyes , she would have fallen for me. But then I am a descent man and I cant led that happen . I closed the beauty door and turned my head round . I was beginning to feel a bit drowsy. But it was mandatory not to sleep well . Suddenly , a peculiar person came and sat right next to me. He was casually-dressed as if he he had a trip to one of the beaches.He constantly opened his mouth and with same regularity closed it too. He had a big mouth to swallow a Big Pirannha.Then , he turned his mouth towards me .At once , I thought he was going to throw his chewing - gum on my face but thank God , he opend it and said " Hey folk ! m going back to USA. My trip to India is Over now" .I gave him a smile in return and nothing else.He uttered again" Where r you flying to ?" .I told him that I m going to Bangaluru for some business deals and also to see my Uncle Ignatious . He is counting his last days . He told me that his flight is about to take off in an hour or so. He was not lyk me , my wait was just an hour older but still too much to go.

I looked at the Entry door . People well - dresse in Black suits and ladies in Business outfits were coming in.They were all looking rich and happpy . I thought to ask them to go back or else they would have to wait as m doing. But that was just a thought. I looked at the Exit door . Happy but more tired people leaving the place. I could see the road outside. The door was full of outgoers.I thought as if it was asking me to leave the airport.I thought to hold my luggage , cancel the ticket and run away from here but then that was just a thought.The sleeping angels again came and tried to disturb me.I put my hand on my laptop and then to my bag under my bench so as to check whther they were present.My colleageus often considered me as the most patient guy ever. I believed them too but not uptill then. My windows 98 suddenly switched t o windows XP  , taking inputs faster and the outputs more fast. I decided to go back home. As i took this decision , a gentleman with a brown suitcase sat infront of me. He looked a bit weired to me.He didnt spoke any word . He held his suitcase with grip. I wonder he was carrying bomb in it.I was in tension then. I m not a brave guy and wants to stay away from all kinds of dangers. He terrified me with his looks.At once he stood , shouted and took his gun out " Dont move !! Dont Move !! Everybody stay at your place" .He created a havouc at the airport. No thoughts , no words , I bent down and tried to hid behind that brown dog.People began to run here and there with no end point. As a result , that gentleman died when he fell and came under the footsteps of mixed-race people.Ohhh !! that was just a dream . These sleeping angels tried to hypmotise me by their dreamy stuffs. I stood , turned my head around and then again sat at the same position . I stood and looked down.My gaze could not afford to look at the expensive black-marble flooring. It was truly a high class floor. I found myself guilty of putting my old black  shoes on a clean and divine floor. I again touched my laptop and my bag to confirm whether they were present.

The clock didnot move as swift as it moved earlier. The tym was not passing quickly. To assist me in my waiting cordial , that brown dog was still there. I was happy to see that beast still sitting and sniffing hot air from his long-peaked nose. My head started to roll down . I said no to sleep but the sleep never says no. The wait of 5 hours was highly a boring thing . I looked straight but there were only few people moving and locomoting from here to nowhere. I looked at my watch , then at the Big clock....tym seems to stop working at that moment. I didnt wanted to miss my flight because of finding myself sleeping on the last bench of the last row. The images seemed to be dull to me.

" Whoof ! Whoof !" , " Sir ! please wake up. Your flight is waiting for u ".Ahh ! I was sleeping . But then I was awaken by him , thanx to his loud voice. I just missed my flight but the dog didnt led that happen. Thanks to the brown dog . The person told me that everyone have enterd the plane and i am the only one missing till now. He took me the plane. I was about to take off. The wait for the plane was over. From that day , I never went to airport again and instead of hating dogs , i hate brown colour more.