The value of money is dictated by the efforts went into earning that money....
The value of money is the happiness it can bring to our life...
Money by itself have no value....its value comes from the hand holding the money....its value is defined by the market in which it is exchanged.
Within the limits of satisfaction money do hold a value....beyond that its the extra baggage on our shoulders
Money is a mode to bring excitement, security and adventours to your life....Do we know what we value most in our life?
Money may bring power to our life...Do we know how much power we need to remain human?
Money may project us....Have we preconceived the image of ours we would like to see in our mirror?
Earn to make living....life is not only earning money.
Money is need....money is not want...Earn money for needs....not for greeds.
Money is not something whose value is to be denied....Money is not something to rule our life.
Money makes living comfortable...Money is not life.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Koshish
jaane ek aur khoj mei hai har pal...
ya khud ko suljhane aur samjhane kei koshish
jaane apne honee ka ehsas khud ko dilane kei koshish
ya khud ko jodh bunane kei koshish
zameen pe bash jaane kei, aakash ko cho jaane kei koshish...
soch kei paimano ko parre hatane kei koshish
har nayee uthal puthal ko shant karne kei koshish
bhagatee hue phir aaj chalate rehani kei ek koshish
chaltee saansho sei aaj ek dhadkan mehsos karanee kei koshish
har haar per mushkuranee kei koshish....har jeet per khush ho....phir shant honee kei koshish...
har ek manzil kei baad aage nayee raaste banane kei koshish
har pal girata sambhalta aadmi...phir ek aur pal insaan honee kei koshish
dubtee saanso ko .... ubharnee ka haousla denai kei koshish
nakamyab koshisho ko kamayab karne kei ek aur koshish....
zinda ho....har pal zindagi jeete rehnai kei ek koshish
ya khud ko suljhane aur samjhane kei koshish
jaane apne honee ka ehsas khud ko dilane kei koshish
ya khud ko jodh bunane kei koshish
zameen pe bash jaane kei, aakash ko cho jaane kei koshish...
soch kei paimano ko parre hatane kei koshish
har nayee uthal puthal ko shant karne kei koshish
bhagatee hue phir aaj chalate rehani kei ek koshish
chaltee saansho sei aaj ek dhadkan mehsos karanee kei koshish
har haar per mushkuranee kei koshish....har jeet per khush ho....phir shant honee kei koshish...
har ek manzil kei baad aage nayee raaste banane kei koshish
har pal girata sambhalta aadmi...phir ek aur pal insaan honee kei koshish
dubtee saanso ko .... ubharnee ka haousla denai kei koshish
nakamyab koshisho ko kamayab karne kei ek aur koshish....
zinda ho....har pal zindagi jeete rehnai kei ek koshish
Friday, March 7, 2008
Make him proud
When we came to this world…we had nothing but still we were complete and we had everything needed for a life. When we will go back to his kingdom, he recognise and accept us the way we were send. On this earth we still keep adding burden on our shoulders. He gave us enough strength to fullfill our needs but there just can not be enough to fullfill one´s greed.
Each one of us blessed with his blessings….be light and be strong….blessed with the potential and tools needed to make life beautiful. With all this he placed us in his beautiful garden…and said…Go…have a ball….make the best….prove your strength….have faith and courage….Live your life…..enjoy and play in my favorite garden till i come back and we are back together to our kingdom. But remember that i have created this garden with all my efforts and is well balanced…..so go and play good games without effecting mine. There is enough space for you to achieve what all you can. As I respect your space, I expect you to respect my efforts and my creations.
His generosity and love accepted the changes we added to his garden for the sake of our comfort. His smile patted us when he looked at the achievments of human mind. He felt delighted to see the strength working for the goodness of human being. He was happy to see goodness being rewarded. He saw his childs potential to create houses..so he placed huge stones before his child to make him think…make him invest his efforts and overcome all obstacles….and kept teaching him every now and then…with every effort he found his child growing.
But one day the dear child…turned to him…..What have you given me? You said you are placing me in your favorite fullfilled garden. I trusted you…but your garden is not at all comfortable. Your garden is not at all fullfilled. It is full of problems…..It was me who struggled and kept fighting……so what did you gave me other than these problems…..I do not agree that you placed me at a good place. This is not at all good world.
God turned back to him and said…Did I ever came and stopped you when you were dislocating the stones of my garden for your comfort? Did I ever came and shouted at you when you were cutting trees to make your living? I did not interfere when your mind was in action to make your life comfortable and meaningful. I never came to claim my share when you were boosting your achivements…because i was happy and delighted to see you polishing your strength. I was happy to see my child growing as a real human being. I was happy to see you playing with all your best efforts. You kept claiming awards for your strength without realising it was me who was working all the time to create plateform for you to perform your actions. It was me who was working to make you realise your strength. You never bothered to say thanks to my efforts but instead you looked towards sky to say….look we are more capable than the problems in the world you have created. I accepted all your words with smile and pride because your capability is reward to my creation. In your success, in your joy, in your happiness my creativity is complimented. The day you could not sustain your strength..the day you lost any of your battle…..you turned towards me to complain and blame for the problems in your life…without realising that it was not only your defeat….It was mine as well…..It was my faith in you which was shattered.
He placed confidence in our strength and gave us plateform to perform…to prove ourself….to make us stronger…..sometimes when we fall….he waited for us to stand….many a times we lose our faith, but he still retained his faith in us. He did not under-estimate our potentials and do not want us to lose. He is more desperate to see us happy and successful.
The more faith he has in your potentials….the bigger would be the plateform you will be offered to perform……the more responsible would be the role for you to play….and that day…..Do trust your potentials….You have the capability to perform and win and thats the reason you are here…..Do not underestimate yourself…..Stand with all your faith and strength….and be sure you will win fighting a good battle…..Making him proud for creating you…..you, his beautiful and proud creation.
Each one of us blessed with his blessings….be light and be strong….blessed with the potential and tools needed to make life beautiful. With all this he placed us in his beautiful garden…and said…Go…have a ball….make the best….prove your strength….have faith and courage….Live your life…..enjoy and play in my favorite garden till i come back and we are back together to our kingdom. But remember that i have created this garden with all my efforts and is well balanced…..so go and play good games without effecting mine. There is enough space for you to achieve what all you can. As I respect your space, I expect you to respect my efforts and my creations.
His generosity and love accepted the changes we added to his garden for the sake of our comfort. His smile patted us when he looked at the achievments of human mind. He felt delighted to see the strength working for the goodness of human being. He was happy to see goodness being rewarded. He saw his childs potential to create houses..so he placed huge stones before his child to make him think…make him invest his efforts and overcome all obstacles….and kept teaching him every now and then…with every effort he found his child growing.
But one day the dear child…turned to him…..What have you given me? You said you are placing me in your favorite fullfilled garden. I trusted you…but your garden is not at all comfortable. Your garden is not at all fullfilled. It is full of problems…..It was me who struggled and kept fighting……so what did you gave me other than these problems…..I do not agree that you placed me at a good place. This is not at all good world.
God turned back to him and said…Did I ever came and stopped you when you were dislocating the stones of my garden for your comfort? Did I ever came and shouted at you when you were cutting trees to make your living? I did not interfere when your mind was in action to make your life comfortable and meaningful. I never came to claim my share when you were boosting your achivements…because i was happy and delighted to see you polishing your strength. I was happy to see my child growing as a real human being. I was happy to see you playing with all your best efforts. You kept claiming awards for your strength without realising it was me who was working all the time to create plateform for you to perform your actions. It was me who was working to make you realise your strength. You never bothered to say thanks to my efforts but instead you looked towards sky to say….look we are more capable than the problems in the world you have created. I accepted all your words with smile and pride because your capability is reward to my creation. In your success, in your joy, in your happiness my creativity is complimented. The day you could not sustain your strength..the day you lost any of your battle…..you turned towards me to complain and blame for the problems in your life…without realising that it was not only your defeat….It was mine as well…..It was my faith in you which was shattered.
He placed confidence in our strength and gave us plateform to perform…to prove ourself….to make us stronger…..sometimes when we fall….he waited for us to stand….many a times we lose our faith, but he still retained his faith in us. He did not under-estimate our potentials and do not want us to lose. He is more desperate to see us happy and successful.
The more faith he has in your potentials….the bigger would be the plateform you will be offered to perform……the more responsible would be the role for you to play….and that day…..Do trust your potentials….You have the capability to perform and win and thats the reason you are here…..Do not underestimate yourself…..Stand with all your faith and strength….and be sure you will win fighting a good battle…..Making him proud for creating you…..you, his beautiful and proud creation.
Insaani rishtey
Ghar se dor jao…to aksar ghar kei ahmyet batane koi na koi yaad aksar dheeme kadamo saath chalee hei aate hain…..
Paris….suna to tha kei eskee har shaam mei pyar hawao mei ghulata hai……shyaad ehsaas abhee soyee hai…to nazaree maine eifel tower kei chaka chond kei taraf ghuma lei….haan bohut ucha…..jagmagata..insaani khubi ko darsaata…sach much sunder tha….aaj ka den en ithaas bharee imaraato kei naam sahin…….itihass to nazar aata hai..per yaha wartman kaha hai….nazaree meri ushee dhondh rahee thee….
Bhagatee dhodatee sei jindagi….pal bhar ko mujhe mumbai kei daudatee jindagi yaad aaye….yahan kei metro kei raftar yakenan jaada hai…..per jindagi logo kei saath yaha bhee kheche chalee ja rahee hai….
Ab naya kaya dhondho es sahar mei……..phir wahin bhag dodh….ek nayee imaraat aur us se joda….sach joth sa ek atit….aaj jindagi se milna behtar ho…..to raha maine sahar kei galiyon kei pakdee…..aaj bohut deno baad kisi ko apne saamne pardesh mei apna juban boltei suna to kadam meri wahin thahar gayai…..socha thodee der kuch baate hei kar lo….usne french mei mujh se kuch kaha..maine hindi mei bola..to uskee chahre per ek mushkurahat aa gayee…..bola bibi kaha se ho….mai sochanee lagee …itna apna pan….phir baato ka daur suro hua…bech bech mei uskee grahak aate to mai apnee leye uskee dukan mei kuch kapadee dekhanee lag jaate….ek pal ko laga hei nahin kei hum watan nahin jis se mai baat kar rahee ho….thode der baad coffee bana kar laya aur ek pal ko bhee ye khayal nahin aaya kei ghar se bahar pardesh mei khadee ho….apnee ghar baar, pariwar, gaun, dosto sab kei baare mei batlaya usnee….mei ye nahin samjh paaye kei mujhese baat kar wo jaada khush hai ya mai……ghanata bhar beet gaya aur na uskee baate khatam huyee aur na mera chav…..kisi ne tabhee poccha us se..kis desh se ho…usnee jhijaktee hue jawab deya us pardeshi ko…..maine sawal bhee suna tha aur uska jawab bhee….khud ko apne desh ka bhee nahin kaha…kyon?..abhee kuch der pehlai to apne gaun desh kei baare mei bata mujhee itna khush tha..aur ab doje hei pal ye joth kyon…wo ab mujhse nazaree bachanee kei nakam koshish kar raha tha…. uskee aankho mei jawab shaf jalak raha tha….wo bebasi sab kuch kah rahee thee….mai us jawab se jayada uske baare mei soch rahee thee….kaya gujar rahee hogee us per…..mai jatanee lagee maano maine kuch suna nahin…..thodee der baad uskee aankho se aanso giranee lagee…..uskee aanso sab kuch kah chuki thee…..phir bola….ye bhee koi jindagi hai…aise jindagi se to maut bhalee hai….per ghar waalon ka khayal aa jaata hai….majbori na hotee bibi to ghar laut chaltee…..warna apna watan jaisa bhee ho….kisi fakar nahin…..haan shain kehtai ho tum….apnai watan kei garv per seena taan khadee hotee hai to uskee sharmindegee per apna sar bhee jhukana padega……kuch der aur baat kei us se aur phir kuch kapadee chunee…bill katanee laga to bola aap thodee kam daam de do……maine kaha nahin jitna banata hai le lo..to bola….es dukan per naukari karta ho bibi…..tumhe aur kuch nahin de sakta…..maine muskuratee hue bola…..jo tumharee khushi…..tumsee baat kar kei laga kisi apne se bohut deno baad mili ho……bola bibi dubara aao to milkar jaana.
Us pal se pehlai kabhi ye khayal aaya hei nahin kei khud ko apnee pehchan se alag kehnee per kaya gujartee hain…..kabhi kisi kei aise majboree na ho…
Flight shaam kei thee..socha kei thoda waqt aur gujar lo….kuch kharidaare kar lo……aur shyaad kuch aur insaani rishto ko jee lo…..ek dukan mei gayee……kuch kapadee chunee..tabhee dukan daar bol pada ..kaha se hain aap…maine batalaya ..to bola….sadak per jo ye haathe kei pooja kar rahee hai ye sab log kyon kar rahee hain….haan aaj ganesh pujan hai….to hindu milkar ganesh yatra nikaal rahee hai…..maine unhee pooja kei baare mei batalaya…to bola…unhonee ye prasad keh kar deya hai….hum log to use nahin samjhatee…..per naariyal samjh kar kha letai….. hai……ab pardesh mei yaheen sab to bhai chara hai…..phir wahee baatao ka daur aage badha…..kaisa hai aap ka desh…kaya waisa jaisa hamaree aakhbaro mei lekha hota hai…..kuch maine batalaya…..kuch unhonee sunaya……tabhee ek purtgalee ladkee aaye aur dukaan mei dosree kaam karnee waale ladkai se bolee…where are you from….and to my surprise the guy gave a genuine answer….immediately she replied that in your country womens are not treated well..…..and perhaps this was the situation which the guy in previous shop was avoiding……I said being descently wrapped in clothes is not a problem if those people willingly accept it as a part of their culture….but if they are being forced to do so…then that is a problem…..but nowdays people are being educated so hopefully they will overcome their problems someday. I do not know what made her a bit irritated with my reply and she said ..ok… fine…then…i am sorry. I do not know what the problem is all about and was not at all trying to ignore the fact. But at that moment my only interest was just to protect the moral of the guy standing their with a silent acknowledgment. So that next time atleast he would not think of saying that he belong to a different country. I do not know whether I did a right thing or not……we people continued with our discussion but I could sense a change in the attitude of the shop owner and then he started talking about his personal life……living their for last 20 yrs or so…….earning for the family back home…..his ways and approach may be having his own reasons….so i ignored weighing them and was listening to him….at the end he said….we will be glad if you can join us for lunch ..i said i have to take my flight today…so have to rush back….Then i gave him the jacket and the top i have picked from his store for the bill. He said pay me for the jacket only and this top is a gift for you. I requested him to add that to bill. But then his words left no space for arguments. He said …kaya es bhai ko itna haq bhee nahin dhengee ko wo aapko apnee behan samjh kar kuch de sakee…..i was speechless….. I just said….thanks…..phir wo bola…aap to bohut taalim haasil ho…phir bhee ek baat bolonga….hamaree to majboree hai…..kei na ghar kei hain aur na pardesh kei….ab to lautana chahee bhee to darwajee nahin……..agar aap kei aise koi majbore na ho……to ghar kei shadee roti se badhkar kuch bhee nahin…
Lautee hue mai soch rahee thee….kaya lekar chale mai yaha se…..haan yahee to wo pal hain…..jo hame insaan honee ka har pal ehsaas dilate hai….kehne ko to rishta shyaad koch bhee na ho……per mehsos karo…to wo jo dil se suro ho…aur dil mei hamesha kei leye bash jaaye.
Paris….suna to tha kei eskee har shaam mei pyar hawao mei ghulata hai……shyaad ehsaas abhee soyee hai…to nazaree maine eifel tower kei chaka chond kei taraf ghuma lei….haan bohut ucha…..jagmagata..insaani khubi ko darsaata…sach much sunder tha….aaj ka den en ithaas bharee imaraato kei naam sahin…….itihass to nazar aata hai..per yaha wartman kaha hai….nazaree meri ushee dhondh rahee thee….
Bhagatee dhodatee sei jindagi….pal bhar ko mujhe mumbai kei daudatee jindagi yaad aaye….yahan kei metro kei raftar yakenan jaada hai…..per jindagi logo kei saath yaha bhee kheche chalee ja rahee hai….
Ab naya kaya dhondho es sahar mei……..phir wahin bhag dodh….ek nayee imaraat aur us se joda….sach joth sa ek atit….aaj jindagi se milna behtar ho…..to raha maine sahar kei galiyon kei pakdee…..aaj bohut deno baad kisi ko apne saamne pardesh mei apna juban boltei suna to kadam meri wahin thahar gayai…..socha thodee der kuch baate hei kar lo….usne french mei mujh se kuch kaha..maine hindi mei bola..to uskee chahre per ek mushkurahat aa gayee…..bola bibi kaha se ho….mai sochanee lagee …itna apna pan….phir baato ka daur suro hua…bech bech mei uskee grahak aate to mai apnee leye uskee dukan mei kuch kapadee dekhanee lag jaate….ek pal ko laga hei nahin kei hum watan nahin jis se mai baat kar rahee ho….thode der baad coffee bana kar laya aur ek pal ko bhee ye khayal nahin aaya kei ghar se bahar pardesh mei khadee ho….apnee ghar baar, pariwar, gaun, dosto sab kei baare mei batlaya usnee….mei ye nahin samjh paaye kei mujhese baat kar wo jaada khush hai ya mai……ghanata bhar beet gaya aur na uskee baate khatam huyee aur na mera chav…..kisi ne tabhee poccha us se..kis desh se ho…usnee jhijaktee hue jawab deya us pardeshi ko…..maine sawal bhee suna tha aur uska jawab bhee….khud ko apne desh ka bhee nahin kaha…kyon?..abhee kuch der pehlai to apne gaun desh kei baare mei bata mujhee itna khush tha..aur ab doje hei pal ye joth kyon…wo ab mujhse nazaree bachanee kei nakam koshish kar raha tha…. uskee aankho mei jawab shaf jalak raha tha….wo bebasi sab kuch kah rahee thee….mai us jawab se jayada uske baare mei soch rahee thee….kaya gujar rahee hogee us per…..mai jatanee lagee maano maine kuch suna nahin…..thodee der baad uskee aankho se aanso giranee lagee…..uskee aanso sab kuch kah chuki thee…..phir bola….ye bhee koi jindagi hai…aise jindagi se to maut bhalee hai….per ghar waalon ka khayal aa jaata hai….majbori na hotee bibi to ghar laut chaltee…..warna apna watan jaisa bhee ho….kisi fakar nahin…..haan shain kehtai ho tum….apnai watan kei garv per seena taan khadee hotee hai to uskee sharmindegee per apna sar bhee jhukana padega……kuch der aur baat kei us se aur phir kuch kapadee chunee…bill katanee laga to bola aap thodee kam daam de do……maine kaha nahin jitna banata hai le lo..to bola….es dukan per naukari karta ho bibi…..tumhe aur kuch nahin de sakta…..maine muskuratee hue bola…..jo tumharee khushi…..tumsee baat kar kei laga kisi apne se bohut deno baad mili ho……bola bibi dubara aao to milkar jaana.
Us pal se pehlai kabhi ye khayal aaya hei nahin kei khud ko apnee pehchan se alag kehnee per kaya gujartee hain…..kabhi kisi kei aise majboree na ho…
Flight shaam kei thee..socha kei thoda waqt aur gujar lo….kuch kharidaare kar lo……aur shyaad kuch aur insaani rishto ko jee lo…..ek dukan mei gayee……kuch kapadee chunee..tabhee dukan daar bol pada ..kaha se hain aap…maine batalaya ..to bola….sadak per jo ye haathe kei pooja kar rahee hai ye sab log kyon kar rahee hain….haan aaj ganesh pujan hai….to hindu milkar ganesh yatra nikaal rahee hai…..maine unhee pooja kei baare mei batalaya…to bola…unhonee ye prasad keh kar deya hai….hum log to use nahin samjhatee…..per naariyal samjh kar kha letai….. hai……ab pardesh mei yaheen sab to bhai chara hai…..phir wahee baatao ka daur aage badha…..kaisa hai aap ka desh…kaya waisa jaisa hamaree aakhbaro mei lekha hota hai…..kuch maine batalaya…..kuch unhonee sunaya……tabhee ek purtgalee ladkee aaye aur dukaan mei dosree kaam karnee waale ladkai se bolee…where are you from….and to my surprise the guy gave a genuine answer….immediately she replied that in your country womens are not treated well..…..and perhaps this was the situation which the guy in previous shop was avoiding……I said being descently wrapped in clothes is not a problem if those people willingly accept it as a part of their culture….but if they are being forced to do so…then that is a problem…..but nowdays people are being educated so hopefully they will overcome their problems someday. I do not know what made her a bit irritated with my reply and she said ..ok… fine…then…i am sorry. I do not know what the problem is all about and was not at all trying to ignore the fact. But at that moment my only interest was just to protect the moral of the guy standing their with a silent acknowledgment. So that next time atleast he would not think of saying that he belong to a different country. I do not know whether I did a right thing or not……we people continued with our discussion but I could sense a change in the attitude of the shop owner and then he started talking about his personal life……living their for last 20 yrs or so…….earning for the family back home…..his ways and approach may be having his own reasons….so i ignored weighing them and was listening to him….at the end he said….we will be glad if you can join us for lunch ..i said i have to take my flight today…so have to rush back….Then i gave him the jacket and the top i have picked from his store for the bill. He said pay me for the jacket only and this top is a gift for you. I requested him to add that to bill. But then his words left no space for arguments. He said …kaya es bhai ko itna haq bhee nahin dhengee ko wo aapko apnee behan samjh kar kuch de sakee…..i was speechless….. I just said….thanks…..phir wo bola…aap to bohut taalim haasil ho…phir bhee ek baat bolonga….hamaree to majboree hai…..kei na ghar kei hain aur na pardesh kei….ab to lautana chahee bhee to darwajee nahin……..agar aap kei aise koi majbore na ho……to ghar kei shadee roti se badhkar kuch bhee nahin…
Lautee hue mai soch rahee thee….kaya lekar chale mai yaha se…..haan yahee to wo pal hain…..jo hame insaan honee ka har pal ehsaas dilate hai….kehne ko to rishta shyaad koch bhee na ho……per mehsos karo…to wo jo dil se suro ho…aur dil mei hamesha kei leye bash jaaye.
zindagi
Khankhanatee see ye zindagi, na jaane kaya kaya de jaate hai....kabhi mushkurhat hotho per chod jaate hai to kabhi palako per aanso saja jaate hai....kabhi bhuli yaadon ko samet laate hai....kabhi meri khuli aankho ko bhee sapnee de jaate hai....anaiko rup ye dhar atee hai........
an-kahee palo mei ye gungunatee hain....
suraj per aakhe mai tekao...to narangee chadar ud ye kheal jaate hai....
chand se jab raato ko milte ho....to dabee pao aate hai aur chadani ban charo aur bekhar jaate hai....
mai phulo kei rango ko nihartee ho...to ye khusbo ban saath chalee aate hai....
mai haryali dekh kahee ruk jaate ho...to ye panchi ban paas aa chachaatee hai....
mai sagar ko dekh uskee visalata mai jab kho jaate ho......to ye lahar ban mujhee cho jaate hai.....
mai duniya ko soch kabhi dukhi ho jaate ho.....to ye ek bachee kei mushkurahat ban meri samane aa jaate hai....
khud ko akela kabhi mai paate ho....to leyee pyar kei ye khusbo chale aate hai....aisa nahin kei akelepan sei mai ghabara jaate ho....per zindagi mujhee kuch pal saath jena sekha jaate hai......phir aankho mei nami chod jaate hai......paas meri aa baith kuch aanso wo bhee bahatee hai..... khamosh mai phir baithatee ho...to nazaree mujh per tika wo bhee merai saath khamosi jeete hai.......mauka paa phir se mera haath thamatee hai....le chaltee hai mujhee phir se jeene ke raha per...
na jaane zindagi mujhee jeete hai......ya zindagi ko mai jeete ho....
palat kar phir wo boltee hai....tujhse juda to nahin mai.....teri hei to judwa ho.....
har pal ek naya rup dhartee hai....har pal mujhee honee ka ehsas dilatee hai.....
mai sochani lagtee ho...zindagi mera haath thaame chalte hai....ya meri unglee pakadee huaie hai kaske uskee aachal ko....
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