Death be not proud of ....

Death- the ultimate truth. We can not escape Death, at least. It does not matter what religion we follow, the existence of Death is always there. Ironically, the soul gets the real power after death.
If, Death is inescapable, then, why are not we prepared to face it and consider it's subtle presence with us, all the time? Why can't we think practically and accept its supremacy, instead of being emotional and scared of it's existence? These are some unanswered questions - whether it be science, philosophy, or religious doctrines - none of them have a fixed, satisfied answer to such questions. Quite a dubious task.
I'm being a common man sharing my views on Death. Even I am scared of it, if not personally but may be because of others. I'm a helpless victim of it. No respite from it unless I experience the 'real' horror of it.

What ideas our Revolutionaries had of Death ? One thing for sure, even they were scared of it's presence, upto some extent. But when you have examples of Sardar Bhagat Singh and other great freedom fighters or for say, Imam Hussain. Had they scared of Death, at first point, they would not have done [something revolutionary] or had taken a single step against their unbeatable enemy(which they were quite aware of). Of course 'they' were not scared of Death. But, I'm not convinced with the argument. They too were 'human beings' and it's quite impossible to be not scared of Death (at least in their sub or unconscious mind). However, it teaches you a lesson: one can't escape the fear of Death. Accept it. Shout and cry in grief. Never welcome it but also do not ignore it(nobody can).

"Death be not proud of, though some have called thee, Mighty and Dreadful, for art thou, not so"

It's sad. Whatever happened, must not have happened. I could not say much, even today, but it was not required though. Might be, it was ! Although it always hurt when a nice person leaves, that too, suddenly, leaving no trace of his/ her existence. As if she/he was not existed. It's so sudden! You're left clueless, sadly, helpless. Well, that's what Life is : unpredictable. And ironically, Death is the only predictable aspect of our life, but when? that is unpredictable, thus, makes it more scary! One can't escape the horror of it and also not laid back and wait for it to happen. Useless. God.

RIP- A Great Human Being. You will always be missed.

"Ab bas reham karo mere dil pe, uthta nahi tera Janaza. Mere Kaandhe bhi aashqo mein dube hue sisak rahe hain. Ab bas Rukshaat ho tera Janaza."

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Photography ?

What is Photography ? What does a "photo" signify ? Does it have a theme or a message or a whole story behind it ? These are some very easy and complicated questions. For example, what is poetry ? Google it and one can find some infinite links on it. All the reasons are justified, for those, who have experienced the "true" emotions of poetry. It applies to photography as well. It's a form of "art" and I am associated with it. 

Searching for some genuine reasons for my inclination towards it. The photo is half dark and half bright and it's just the beginning ...............




P.S - Nothing interesting in the post.

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Bore, boring, bored.

Semester 1 exams are over. I'm kinda feeling light-headed. They were bad, extremely bad.
So. I have got nothing much to do these days, as holidays have just started and I am still unprepared as what to do during this break. I planned certain plans, while I was preparing for my exams. A good time pass huh !         First, was to got hold of the Semester 2 course and started reading it. Result - still in progress. Second, was to work on my photography skills, and to focus on NGO. Result - affirmative. Last and the most important, was to not let myself got bored and had to indulge in some activity to keep myself busy. Result - negative. Also, to travel somewhere in the mountains. Result - ah! useless thought.
But the question is, how and when and why someone get bored? I do not remember exactly (my bad memory), but I read or heard from someone, somewhere that their is no such word "Bore" (bored or boring), at least not in the dictionary (not literally) of those people who have some purposes in their life. Even if they do not have a purpose, they are sure of not letting themselves "bored", not even for a single moment. People who whines all the time, "they are bored" or "their life is boring", are either aimless or confused in what to make of their life. I'm not sure whether to agree with it or not. But, somehow, I would agree with the logic. I've come across people who are active; who are not delusional; who are practical; who are always doing something, even  if it makes sense or not. It's an eye opener when you look at them and then see yourself in the mirror, something wrong with you(if you're bored!), you're absolutely right!
It's a sad fact that I'm suffering from this "bore-boring-bored" syndrome (if I may call it). Though, I am fighting with it and the results are affirmative. I'm trying to be as active as possible, I know it's a hard task(for me!), still I will try my best to face it. It sounds like a challenge for me !
I think I am done with this post. I've made enough points to justify my "boredo(o)m".
As I said, I'm working on it.

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A Dream Shattered!

Yes,it was a dream.But it was shattered,brutally!Nobody expected it, I mean people who were there;who were eagerly waiting for their dream to came true that night, after 3 decades.It was a life time opportunity.Sadly ,for us and so not for them(bastards).I could see the emotions,wrath and sadness in the eyes of so many people( I was one of them).They were shocked,clueless and dumbstruck.They cried;they abused;they went violent,but  the saddest part of the event was that they were Sad(from inside).Few of them would not even leave the place because they were still waiting for a glimpse of their Gods.But they never turned up.Heard that they had post-event party in one of the 5 stars hotels.An event that never happened.I felt *sad* for people who came all the way from North-East,and after traveling so long ,they were left with no option but to returned back home empty handed.

I wished I could judge the event or criticized what *Metal heads*  did that night.But I can not and I won't.Because ,somewhat I am still sad,rather frustrated,irritated ; as if I knew it that it was bound to happen and it had happened.I was desperately waiting for the day.I wanted to see them Live.Nothing of that sort happened.I thank God that I was not the only unlucky fan.May be I am sounding like a Sadist selfish ass.But,that's how I can console myself now.Shame! Nobody is going to forget this day or date - 28.10.2011.At least not I,for ever.One of the saddest days in my life.I am bound to remember  it,even how hard I can try to erase it from my memory.I waited for them for so long.They were so close and yet so far.
Time to close this chapter now,at least from here.

And I will remember,
"The Day That Never *Came*."

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Vella !

If at all I am in the mood of writing a new post on my "mysterious" blog.I sometimes wonder why did I choose this title "Something Mysterious".I have no clue! I started this blog a year back or so and I could not remember my state of mind at that time.Of course ,my memory is bad.But there has to be some reason behind it! Um..I will think about it later.
So,it was a boring Sun-day.I should have spent it reading Marvell or Sidney or some other texts but I did not dare to touch any of the texts.My bad.Life is so not going well.Some hindrances.It's dull and boring.So many texts to read but what I am doing ,is waiting for the "spark" .I hope I will get some it soon( very soon) or Sem 1 exams are not far.
Today, I am avoiding complexity in my post.May be because I do not have anything interesting to share.It's a sheer time-pass or nothing else.Though I have changed my profile picture and edited personal information.It's  like a "blogger's block" .Nothing much to talk about.But still continuing it without a possible end.
Time to wrap up this monotonous post.I will talk about "blogger's block" in detail some other day.It's a useless post still I found something intriguing in it.Woah!

Stay Optimistic.

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One Interesting Day.

After a torturous and problematic day.Today was a relief ,though an eye opener.Yes,I am still stuck in my "nut-shell".But at least , I tried and I am happy for that.I felt bored ,not just because I am a boring person (which I am not ,ah) but I did try to transgress (in a positive way) my self-made (nut-shell) boundaries.I felt bad.I liked the lecture though ! Philosophy is always intriguing even how hard and useless it can be ,still it carries some sense of understanding; even a simple process, in an almost different and rather complex way.
Ok.I should not start philosophy again!But the fact is,overdose of anything is harmful.

I was walking down the lane,head pointing downwards.Might be some gravitational effect !Too many thoughts and to reconcile them together was a tough task.I thought it would be better if I would remain restricted in some ways ,not all.I waited for sometime but found myself a-lone ,that 360 degree shot ,with so many people around;so many voices;sounds;gazes,but I remained steady with a foolish optimism I sometimes put over ,just like a false regalia.When it is put off ,it shows you the harsh reality ,as opposed to your or my delusional world.I came back home(no other option).It was a usual routine ,but my thought process could not stop even when I was sleeping.I got up and found some good news : The ticket was finally arrived.Everything is pre decided.Although it's upto you to believe it or not.I think I do !

I think I was lost when I was online.I could not reply to posts , chat logs ,fights etc.The "reason" was the only reason.I think it's the right time to take some refuge in my well known "nutshell" , I hope it works as it does always.I watched Zindagi Milegi Na Dobara.I think I will end this blog with one of the Shayaris recited by Farhan Akhtar(did not like his voice).RIP Jagjit Sir.I learned a lot from his ghazals and from this Man.Will talk about him in other blog.Here it is,

"Jab jab dard ka baadal chhaya
Jab gum ka saya lehraya
Jab aansoo palkon tak aya
Jab yeh tanha dil ghabraya Humne dil ko yeh samjhaya
…Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai
Duniya mein yunhi hota hai
Yeh jo gehre sannate hain
Waqt ne sabko hi baante hain
Thoda gum hai sabka qissa
Thodi dhoop hai sabka hissa
Aankh teri bekaar hi nam hai
Har pal ek naya mausam hai
Kyun tu aise pal khota hai
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai"

It suffices my whole blog.Optimism! 

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The Change I Need.

Listening to Pantera at the moment.And writing a post at 2.14 am, after having a heavy dose of Plato's philosophy (quite intriguing)is actually weird.But I could not stop myself.I have been going through a phase of self-realization (if only it's a phase!).I do not want to make this topic obscure ,for no simple reason but to follow Rim-li way; talking about realization of my self ! So.Yes.I need to change some of my habits like To share my opinions ,to let others know my thought process though not completely ,but upto some extent.
I need to open up ;start talking in a friendly way ,to share my personal views on a certain matter.Um....Not that easy a task for an introvert like Me.But I shall try.Yes,I shall.I can do it.Even I can Stay foolish,Stay hungry.The guy was a good Orator.An intelligent man.I think it's the article's effect.Whatever ,my major concern is to fight with my inner self.I think ,I too have some potential,if not much as others.I am unsure about it.
So,from now onwards I will put forth my opinions,my personal point of views.I will start it from the coming Monday.Yes.I've finalized it.I will do it.One more thing: I will try to inculcate some confidence in Me(later process).
Oh Lord! I am thinking way too much these days.And why the hell is Dog crying outside and Aaru is irritated as usual.Distraction huh ? Sigh!

It's time to finish it off ,with some optimistic conclusion.I hope I will live upto My expectations !
Philosophy can works wonder ! I did not know I would end up writing a whole blog on it.Ah!
R.I.P Steve Jobs.

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