An open letter to Mr.Amir khan

I haven’t watched this movie called PK yet because one dialogue is enough not to waste your time and money for this movie. That dialogue is “MANDIR WO LOG JATE HAIN JO BHAGWN SE DARTE HAIN”.

Dear Mr. Amir Khan
I have heard long back that you never sign movie without concrete script with a concept which suits your role. You have accepted the role in PK.I have heard that this movie is based on the same concept on which OMG was based. The question comes here that all the creative directors find subject in Hinduism to criticize superstitions. I accept there are superstitions but I can’t understand that why do they find other religions as well. Superstitions prevail in other religions as well. But these people know that whatever you do nobody will come and kill them for hurting their religious sentiments. They know that nobody is going to raise their voice against it more or less somebody will file a case against it.
Why?
Because this religion is based on DHRMA. They will never follow cruel ways. If you raise your voice in some other religion  against the injustice or superstitions or you put just one dialogue as you have mentioned in movie PK somebody will send you notice to kill and you might be killed. I respect each and every religion. But I believe in Hinduism because it is the only religion which gives you freedom, it gives you right to believe in any GOD you want to believe in. It never makes you to believe in religion forcefully. It will never put a gun on your head to bow your head to the Almighty. We go to the temple because that god teaches us to respect every religion. He teaches us to not kill innocent people. He never teaches us to acquire the world with Weapons. He never teaches us to become terrorists if something wrong is happen to you. He teaches us to earn our bread by doing Karma or by struggle. He never teaches us to seize someone’s bread. We go to the temple so we have power to fight with the evil. Long back I have read on the facebook page of Chetan bhagat. I have read that he went to the ISCKON temple at Juhu when he was broken down when He was blamed for seeking credit in the movie 3 Idiots. Mr .Amir and Mr.Hirani, you must have gotten your answer why people go to the temple.

 “MANDIR WO LOG JATE HAIN JO BHAGWN SE DARTE HAIN”. Mr.Amir , Please give me answer of the below question. “AGAR MANDIR WO LOG JAATE HAIN JO BHAGWAN SE DARTE HAIN TO FIR IN MASOOM LOGO KO DARANE WALE TERORRIST KAHA PAR JATE HAIN??”

Special Note:
I sincerely apologize if I have hurt the sentiments of any person from any religion. (I am asking forgiveness because my religion teaches me to do this)

Kolkata Ride

God has made us and this beautiful earth to see stars, moon, sun, each and every beauty created by him. But we have to make arrangement to see our own beauty, beauty that is created by us. Plane was rushing to kiss the runway at Kolkata Airport in the evening and I was dumbfounded while I was taking glance of the city thorough the plane window. Sun was behind the bars and Light was sparkling in the street. Vehicles were gliding on the city roads and I was lost in those lights. Finally plane had kissed the runway and everything disappeared in the darkness.

I have taken the bird’s eye view from the plane window. Now it was turn to look all those beautiful things through typical yellow Ambassador Taxi. I took a Taxi and got settled my bums in the back seat. God Ganesha and Goddess kali were fixed on the middle of the front dashboard in the taxi. I was listening to taxi driver while he was describing about the city and places around. Taxi was heading to the Guest house and I was lost in watching everything those were going past. I was elated when I saw the sweets shop. I was disheartened in the next moment when I saw the chicken in the hands of butcher who was near to slice from its neck. The view from the window had been changed before I saw the palpitating chicken. Driver pushed the brake suddenly at the cross road and one cute chubby girl passed on her scooter by the Taxi window. Driver again shift the gear from neutral to first & with little jerk we were again on the board. City bus passed by the window while conductor was standing at the back door holding the four times folded 10 rupees note in every recess of his fingers. Road side vendor had arranged the flowers and tiny bonsai plants in small pots. Those plants and flowers were damn gorgeous. Suddenly one Tram passed by the Taxi and I lost that view. In the next moment we were passing above the Hooghly River. Darkness had made its place on the surface of the dirty water. Lights were twinkling on the boat and ships which were gliding smoothly on the surface. I was near to reach the guest house while Taxi was passing by the famous Park Street of Kolkata. Few vendors were selling spicy and tasty street foods. “Puchkas” are very famous among all the other street foods in Kolkata. Some vendors were selling T-shirts, sweaters, watches, wallet, eye glasses etc. The beauty of this street was lying in the duality where Vendors were selling these items on the one side and Almost all the branded stores were lying on the other side. After one day I left this city early in the morning. This time plane was rushing to kiss the sky and street  lights were off and almost whole city was covered in the fog.

Yes ! This is life...

Yes it happens.it will happen that people around you will screw up your life.Time will come when you feel completely broken down.you will feel that not a single person is ready to understand what is happening inside you.They will turn their face when you ask for help.sometimes your dearest ones will not understand you.someone very special will start to ignor you completely and you will be clueless.someone will kick your true feelings.They will reject you. they will screw up your confidence.they will make you doubt your abilities eventhough you are right.some day someone will come and snatch away your loved one like someone have snatched away your beautiful toys in childhood.you will see that only darkness is lightening up around you.you will not find a single way.your inner chaos will be starting to kill you slowly slowly.your tears will be lost in the darkness without noticed by anyone.Every festival will stabbing you and you will not feel to celebrate a single moment.you will be speechless at many points.you will ask many questions to god but even he will not reply a single one.you will see everything good is happening to  bad ones only.you will again doubt god.you will doubt his existence.Even some people will console you and inside they will be happy that this is happening to you.you will have nothing to lose except basic necessity of your life.you will try to be hard to bad people but you will fail to do so and again you will fall in the dark valley of sadness and frustration.people will use you and you will be like prostitute and by the time you will not have even enough strength to resist.your tears will be frozen behind your eyes.you will lose your hope that some day everything will be fine and the same thing has been told you before few years back or may be in your childhood.your true emotions will become your greatest weaknesses.you will think to jump from top of the building or kill your self anyway but then you will be reminded your responsibility and you choose to die everyday slowly slowly.even if you wanna cry out loud and scream you can't because people will find entertainment in it.you will feel that everone is walking with you but when you turn your face around everyone will disappear.your faith will be lost that good happens to good people and you will have to trust whatever is happening around you.Time will come when even your family members will not understand you and nobody will be left to whom you can share what the fuck you are facing in your life.you will feel to tear apart your computer screen when you read a quotes like"Life is beautiful".you will feel to cry again and again till you die when you see her whatsapp status addressing her boyfriend.her Facebook status will pierce your eyes.And you will experience that nothing is working.you will try everything..alcohol, drugs, meditation, prayers...almost nothing will work.life will be like a poison and all remain is that you wait for the last day of your life.

All you have to believe is that yes! This is Life....

Frozen

If the universe cease to be vast
And there is nothing to be explored new
Then this Sun will be frozen
And these Stars will be frozen
All the planets will be frozen
So Earth and moon too
This Ocean will stop his singing
And these Rivers will be frozen at their turn
chirping of birds will be hung in the space
Grunting of the animals will be frozen
Men and women will be frozen
Their tears and smiles will be frozen
Their feelings will be frozen in their heart
Her blinking will be frozen half way
Hands and legs will be in the air
Just completed their preceding movement
These  chaos will be settled down for a moment
N kingdom of peace will rule..

The Cosmos

The cosmos, nobody knows from where it starts and where it ends. Zillions of planets, stars, galaxies and infinite emptiness exist in the cosmos. Serenity and silence prevail in the whole cosmos. Every little particle, earth, planets, stars, and galaxies are moving continuously, dancing in a particular rhythm. What if they start to dance in their own rhythm? If only earth starts to move in her own rhythm then we will be thrown into cosmos and we will be a part of this utter emptiness in the next moment. Then we will be able to see stars and galaxies very closely. We can see birth of the stars and at the same time there death too. We will be able to see the crackers used by God in the cosmos where Millions of Nuclear bombs Explode and Implode every second in the creation of stars. We can hear the music of the silence prevailing in this emptiness. Fortunately if the intensity of the random rhythm of earth is tremendous then we might be able to cross all the galaxies and reach to the highest form of emptiness where nothing prevails, not even silence. Scientists are still confused what name they should give to the smallest particle because they know that it is impossible to find the smallest particle. They have no words to entitle the smallest particle and they concluded that there is nothing prevailing like smallest particle but there is energy wave exists after electron, proton and neutron. Emptiness exists after Energy wave. So Emptiness is the smallest, nothing like particle. And this same emptiness might exist at the end of the universe, beyond stars and galaxies.The smallest is the emptiness and an infinite is too emptiness. Then this universe should be in Circle form. There is no start, no end. Everything moves inside the universe and dance in particular rhythm.

It is too late

Aryan was heading towards school in early winter morning. He was paddling his bicycle, shearing through cold winter air in the direction of his school gate. Sun was still behind the bars and fog was infused in the air. Backpacks were loaded on pupils’ back. They were walking on the pavement passing by the school ground. Bell rang and pupils were running towards the main school building and Aryan was yet to enter into the school gate. Soon after He slightly bent forward at waist, lifted his buttocks slightly up from the bicycle seat, clutched the bicycle handle tightly and paddled vigorously towards bicycle stand. Suddenly atmosphere changed in middle of the way. He had just passed by the group of girls walking on the ground. Pukar was walking with the same bunch of girls. Few strands of hair were splashed on her scarlet coloured cheek. Her beautiful red lips were making perfect move while she was chattering with other girls in group. Her childlike eyes were smiling before her lips and teeth were revealing it. Her properly trimmed eyebrows and lines on her forehead were expressing her amazement at their best way. While she was chuckling, everything was placing at the right places. Aryan stopped paddling bicycle, but it was still in motion and He looked back to see Pukar, Girls chuckled and Pukar blushed. Her smile was tonic for Aryan and Pukar was something different than other girls for Aryan.it was not about his hormones which were seeking growing breasts and curves.It was something coming from his heart instead of between his two legs. It was something which was happening every day with Aryan. Aryan was still ambiguous about his feelings, after all he was a boy growing into a young man.Pupils wrote their final exams and entered into the college, So Aryan too, but not Pukar. She left India and got settled in USA with his father. His father was a school teacher where Aryan and Pukar were studying.

One day Aryan was sitting in front of his computer, playing with key board, scrolling down and scrolling up his Facebook page and suddenly notification on his page blinked. When he checked it, he was dumbfounded by seeing a friend request from his teacher Ramakant, Pukar’s Father. Pukar was still preserved in his heart as a first beautiful feeling which he had never felt for anyone before. He started to talk with Ramakant everyday about how his life in USA is different than India. During his chatting with Ramakant, he doubted that someone was making him fool by chatting in the name of Ramakant. Later he got to know that it was not anyone else, but Pukar herself. She was handling a Facebook account of his father. Aryan had mixed feeling now for being so sophisticated in his chatting. He started to chat with Pukar later on. His feelings for Pukar were becoming stronger day by day and they decided to meet whenever Pukar come to India.

After Few months, while Aryan was in final year of his college, Pukar came to India and they met first time after their school. Pukar was more beautiful than she was in school. Aryan got a biggest surprise from Pukar that she proposed Aryan for marriage and Aryan accepted without any second thought. They approached their parents and they conceded in their decision. After that Pukar left to the USA and Aryan became busy with his career. They were used to chat frequently and cherishing their beautiful days. Aryan was becoming busier with his new Venture and was not able to give sufficient time to his relation with Pukar. They fought with each other first time and they didn’t talk with each other for 1 week. Conflicts were becoming more serious than they  were before.They never realized when this void became a deep dark valley and they ended up by breaking up their relation. It was unbearable for both of them.later on Aryan sunk himself in more work to forget it.

One day Aryan was sitting in front of computer and scrolling his Facebook page again, suddenly he found Pukar on the list. He gathered strength to ping her, he left a message in her chat window and there was no reply for few minutes, suddenly his chat window blinked. They stared with casual talking and  dropped their ego and apologized for whatever happened to their relation. Aryan approached Pukar once again to restore their relation as it was before. There was a deep silence on the screen for few seconds and his screen blinked once again. Tears emerged in his eyes and formed a pool below his eyes, he closed his eyes and tears trickled on his cheek, make their way through his stubble. They reached to his chin and dropped on the key board where his fingers were frozen. The message on the screen was “It is too late, too late. I have been engaged for last six months. I am sorry.”

Love is made to lose only??

Car was racing towards an airport, leaving behind traffic on the road, an old man walking on the pavement and beggars seated and coughing .Riya was sitting in the car. She was tapping her fingers on the car board while her mind was wandering in another world. Car was near to reach an airport and her mind came back from the other world. Kabir had been waiting at the airport for her arrival. As soon as car reached to the front gate; she got down and rushed towards terminal where Kabir was waiting for her. She was crying all the way. Her tiny beautiful eyes were swollen and smeared. She ran and embraced Kabir. He held her face and kissed on the middle of her temple. Ocean of tears was heaving behind their eyes and words were frozen in throat. She ran her flabby fingers in kabir’s curly black hair and drew her palm on stubble grown on his cheek. Time came and knocking on the door, it came to take Kabir to USA .And flight was on the run way.

Kabir was sitting at the window seat while Negative of beautiful and bitter memories developed in his mind. Mind took him back, in past where he had lived unforgettable moments with Riya. Kabir was gazing outside the plane window above the white cotton like clouds while memories were flashing. On the other side Riya was feeling the same while returning to home. This time her car was racing towards City Traffic, old man and beggar. Kabir and Riya had met in college. They were very good friends .They never realized when they fell for each other. Seed of love sprout and blossomed in every season. They had decided to spend their life together. Kabir had decided to become an entrepreneur so he started a new venture. Fortunately he was successful in his new business. Time came when they decided to get marry. Kabir approached his parents they were convinced but when Riya approached his father, he declined. Riya tried her best but she failed every time But Kabir and Riya had decided to spend their life together at any cost. So they found a way. They decided to go for further studies in USA so they will have few years more to convince their parents. Kabir was ready to leave his well settled business for his love. Both worked hard for few months and applied in different colleges in USA. Kabir got approved his VISA approval but Riya got rejected her VISA Application. They decided that Kabir will leave for USA and Riya will apply again for the VISA.

Riya returned to Home. She could not sleep whole night. She had decided that she will go to USA at any cost. She started to prepare for the VISA application again and Kabir had started his study with one hope that one day Riya will join him too. After One year Riya received a letter, her hand were shivering while she was holding it, Time was frozen and the whole sky was collapsed and plummeted on her head. Her application was rejected again. Suddenly everything was blank. Kabir and Riya were vulnerable again the situation. Riya had slight idea about her future that her father will fix her marriage within few days. But Kabir, Kabir was tied in shackles of Time.

Riya was numb, sitting in her bedroom. She was adorned in beautiful bride dress. Home was decorated with light and flower pots and guests had taken their place in the hall. Marriage ceremony was going to start in few minutes. Everyone was happy except Riya. She was going to marry an NRI. She should have been happy because her VISA application was approved, unfortunately not for Kabir.

They love..!!

They love greed
They love selfishness
They love anger
They love malicious
They love shrewedness
They love backstabbing
They love cheating
They love disloyal
They love apathy
They love cruel
They love wicked
They love vicious
They love nuisance
They love Evil
They love besmirch
They love slander
They love vice
They love debauched
They love hatred
And
They say They truly LOVE.

Surreal world and She.

Is it possible to get on board and jump into the surreal world? Yes, it is possible for me.The road to the surreal world can be created by our imagination. Every character can be created behind the eyelids and imprinted on the eyeballs. When I feel to fly I can do.one day I did this actually. I closed my eyes and held a hand of an angel named Pari who had landed on my terrace. Pari belonged to the surreal world. She was adorned in exquisite white fur. Innocence of her soul was dribbling through her tiny beautiful eyes. In the very next moment we were flying in the open sky. Everything on the earth was seeming tiny. Large piece of a land was mere a spot on the earth and people like Insects. We flew away from this tiny world and crossed the dark black clouds. We reached in front of the Golden Gate of the surreal world called Paristhan.Paristhan snuggled up in fort made by golden stones. I was curious to see the other side of it while gate was opening slowly with creaking. We entered into the Paristhan.I was stunned when I took the first glimpse of it.it was as beautiful as Pari. Rainbow was fixed in the sky and translucent clouds were passing just front of it. We started to walk on the path made by red stone and flowers were smiling on the swaying plants on both the sides of the path. Green grass was spread across the ground till the horizon & trees were planted and branches of the trees were dancing in slow motion while wind was blowing. White pigeons were flying randomly on the ground & few peacocks were roaming around. I was completely submerged in that world. Eventually I reached to the fountain which was built on the middle of that path. Statues of beautiful ladies having exquisite curves, pot placed in their hands, were circled to the fountain. Ripples were created & destroyed every second in the blue water and reflection of the sky was swaying with every ripples. I touched the water, it was cool and I started to play with the ripples. Suddenly I noticed Pari. She was grinning on my childish act. There was no conversation between us till now. Before I utter, I had travelled this whole journey backward in just a fraction of a second and I was in the real world. I was shocked, eyes were numb and heart was beating fast. I wanted to thank pari, held her soft hands and wanted to plant a kiss on her dorsal hand. But now I have become a part of that tiny spot on the earth and insects once again.