How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie - A Book Review

"There's far more information in a Smile than a frown. That's why encouragement is a much more effective teaching device than punishment."

Introduction:
GENRE: Fiction
AUTHOR: Dale Carnegie
PAGES: 278
YEAR OF PUBLISH: 1936

Dale Carnegie is an American writer, lecturer, and the developer of famous courses in self-improvement, salesmanship, corporate training, public speaking, and interpersonal skills. Dale Carnegie was a poor farmer's boy and the second son of James William Carnegey and Amanda Elizabeth Harbinson. He was born in 1888 in Maryville, Missouri. His first job after college was to sell Correspondence courses to ranchers after which he moved on to selling bacon, lard and soap for Armour & Company. He soon started teaching a course in public speaking and how to influence people which became quite popular seeing hundreds of thousands of people seeking the course. This was simply because at that point in time there were philosophies but no concrete & practical methodologies which were taught.

The book is written in straight forward Chapter by Chapter format, each chapter comprising of one principle followed by real world examples of its implementation by - well known figures to people in normal corporate jobs taking the course. The prose of the book is quite simple to understand, and though the book was written in 1932, the principles are still as valid in the present time as they were in 1932. This could be attributed to the fact that human response or behaviour remains the same when subjected to certain conditions.

Principles:

The book is divided into four parts containing four different categories, each in-turn containing various principles about it. These are as follow:

Part One: Fundamental Techniques in Handling People
1. "If you want to gather honey, don't kick over the beehive"
2. "The Big Secret of dealing with People"
3. ""He who can do this has the whole world with Him. He who cannot walks a lonely way"

Part Two: Six ways to make people like you
1. Do this and you'll be welcome anywhere
2. A Simple way to make a good first impression
3. If you don't do this, you are headed for trouble
4. An easy way to become a good conversationalist
5. How to interest people
6. How to make people like you Instantly

Part Three: How to win people to your way of thinking
1. You Can't Win an argument
2. A sure way of making Enemies - and how to avoid it
3. If you're wrong, admit it
4. A drop of honey
5. The secret of Socrates
6. The safety valve in Handling complaints
7. How to get cooperation
8. A formula that will work wonders for you
9. What everybody wants
10. An appeal that everybody likes
11. The movies do it. TV does it. Why don't you do it?
12. When nothing else works, try this

Part Four: Be a Leader: How to change people without giving offence or arousing resentment
1. If you must find fault, this is the way to begin
2. How to criticise - and not be hated for it
3. Talk about your own mistakes first
4. No one likes to take orders
5. Let the other person Save face
6. How to spur people on to Success
7. Give a dog a Good name
8. Make the fault seem easy to Correct
9. Making people glad to do what you want.

Most of the above principles written are kind of self-explanatory. However, Dale Carnegie iterates and re-iterates it in the book that these principles will not work if you wish to manipulate people. Only genuine interest works. This is because most of us can understand quite well when we are receiving false compliments. For "Of Course Flattery seldom works with discerning people. It is shallow, selfish and insincere. It ought to fail and it usually does. True, some people are so hungry, so thirsty, for appreciation that they will swallow anything, just as a starving man will eat grass and fish worms." Thus, in order to master these principles, one has to take the first step and be genuine and take an interest in other people. After all, that is the whole purpose of taking this course. Nothing appears magically and the only thing people are really interested in are themselves; it is the basic human behaviour.

Let me re-iterate this with an excerpt of the book giving an example:

"Look at the letters that come across your desk tomorrow morning," (emails, in the present context) "and you will find that most of them violate this important canon of common sense. Take this one, a letter written by the head of the radio department of an advertising agency with offices scattered across the continent. This letter was sent to the managers of local radio stations throughout the country. (I have set down, in brackets, my reactions to each paragraph.)

Mr. John Blank,
Blankville,
Indiana

Dear Mr. Blank:

The.company desires to retain its position in advertising agency leadership in the radio field.

[Who cares what your company desires? I am worried about my own problems. The bank is foreclosing the mortage on my house, the bugs are destroying the hollyhocks, the stock market tumbled yesterday. I missed the eight-fifteen this morning, I wasn't invited to the Jones's dance last night, the doctor tells me I have high blood pressure and neuritis and dandruff. And then what happens? I come down to the office this morning worried, open my mail and here is some little whippersnapper off in New York yapping about what his company wants. Bah! If he only realized what sort of impression his letter makes, he would get out of the advertising business and start manufacturing sheep dip.]

This agency's national advertising accounts were the bulwark of the network. Our subsequent clearances of station time have kept us at the top of agencies year after year.

[You are big and rich and right at the top, are you? So what? I don't give two whoops in Hades if you are as big as General Motors and General Electric and the General Staff of the U.S. Army all combined. If you had as much sense as a half-witted hummingbird, you would realize that I am interested in how big I am - not how big you are. All this talk about your enormous success makes me feel small and unimportant.]

We desire to service our accounts with the last word on radio station information.

[You desire! You desire. You unmitigated ass. I'm not interested in what you desire or what the President of the United States desires. Let me tell you once and for all that I am interested in what I desire - and you haven't said a word about that yet in this absurd letter of yours .]

Will you, therefore, put the.company on your preferred list for weekly station information - every single detail that will be useful to an agency in intelligently booking time.

["Preferred list." You have your nerve! You make me feel insignificant by your big talk about your company - nd then you ask me to put you on a "preferred" list, and you don't even say "please" when you ask it.]

A prompt acknowledgment of this letter, giving us your latest "doings," will be mutually helpful.

[You fool! You mail me a cheap form letter - a letter scattered far and wide like the autumn leaves - and you have the gall to ask me, when I am worried about the mortgage and the hollyhocks and my blood pressure, to sit down and dictate a personal note acknowledging your form letter - and you ask me to do it "promptly." What do you mean, "promptly"? Don't you know I am just as busy as you are - or, at least, I like to think I am. And while we are on the subject, who gave you the lordly right to order me around? ... You say it will be "mutually helpful." At last, at last, you have begun to see my viewpoint. But you are vague about how it will be to my advantage.]

Very truly yours,
John Doe
Manager Radio Department
P.S. The enclosed reprint from the Blankville Journal will be of interest to you, and you may want to broadcast it over your station.

[Finally, down here in the postscript, you mention something that may help me solve one of my problems. Why didn't you begin your letter with - but what's the use? Any advertising man who is guilty of perpetrating such drivel as you have sent me has something wrong with his medulla oblongata. You don't need a letter giving our latest doings. What you need is a quart of iodine in your thyroid gland.]

Now, if people who devote their lives to advertising and who pose as experts in the art of influencing people to buy - if they write a letter like that, what can we expect from the butcher and baker or the auto mechanic?"

Isn't that how we all think when we open our laptops and access our daily work emails? Let's be honest, we are all thinking along these lines - when we get our company's newsletters telling about how big they have become or they got the advertisement on Times square or how they got a new website up and running, and so on and so forth. And can you see what mistakes the companies are making in those newsletters or emails? I think it's self evident.

You have to take interest in people. Period. You have to talk about what they want, and not what you want - a mistake fatal to a Sales person's career. There are various principles that are talked about in the book but this is what forms the core of those principles to apply. These were followed by Lincoln to Rockefeller to any great man you know. These are being followed by the successful entrepreneur you see or even by a normal person in your office who have made great progress in his career of which you're so jealous of.

Conclusion:

Talking to the point, the book is worth reading. For everyone who are willing to make a change in their life, this book is worth its salt. The style of writing is simple and easy to understand to an average or even a new reader and the principles very practical. As they have stated in the book, you can read and re-read each chapter and can treat this book as a working handbook; or as they have stated in the book:

In order to get the most out of this book:
a. Develop a deep, driving desire to master the principles of human relations,
b. Read each chapter twice before going on to the next one.
c. As you read, stop frequently to ask yourself how you can apply each suggestion.
d. Underscore each important idea.
e. Review this book each month.
f. Apply these principles at every opportunity. Use this volume as a working handbook to help you solve your daily problems.
g. Make a lively game out of your learning by offering some friend a dime or a dollar every time he or she catches you violating one of these principles.
h. Check up each week on the progress you are making. Ask yourself what mistakes you have made, what improvement, what lessons you have learned for the future.
i. Keep notes in the back of this book showing how and when you have applied these principles.

I highly recommend this book. A Timeless bestseller indeed!

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अभिमन्यु

वीरता के जो होते मिसाल हैं,
स्वार्थ, लोभ दुर्गुणों से अधिक विशाल हैं,
दुर्घटनाओं में न वे मुरझाते हैं,
कठिनाइयों को हंस कर गले लगाते हैं।

वीरता भी कई प्रकार की होती है,
जैसे सागर में असंख्य मोती हैं,
वे संसार भर में पूजे जाते हैं,
समाज के आदर्श कहलाए जाते हैं।

एक उदाहरण लोकप्रिय वह सही,
द्वापर की वह कथा कही-सुनी।
साहस की जो पराकाष्ठा है,
जो स्वयं आदि वीरों की महत्वाकांक्षा है।

जो खुद को बलिदान कर सकते हैं,
सब उन पर अभिमान कर सकते हैं,
जान हथेली पर रखकर
न्योछावर खुद को कर्तव्य पर कर,
जीवन की चिंता उन्हें नहीं होती है,
देख शत्रुओं की आँखें विस्मित होती है।

उस काल विपत्ति अत्यंत विशाल,
न रहता युधिष्ठिर के सर पर ताज।
क्या होता अगर मुकरता वीर वह,
लगता अगर परिणाम का भय?

पांडव न कभी विजयी होते,
आजीवन फिर किसी वन में सोते।
द्रौपदी कौरवों की दासी होती,
खुले केश लिए मुक्ति की अभिलाषी होती।
भीम की शपथ न पूरी होती,
अन्याय की न्याय पर विजय होती।
फिर चाहे कवच-कुंडल इंद्र मांग लाते,
या श्रीकृष्ण विश्वरूप दिखलाते।
यह परिणाम होता मगर जब,
अधर्म को अभिमान होता सहर्ष तब।

इस विश्व का वह रूप विशाल,
केशव के स्वरूप का सुक्ष्म भाग,
जन्म लेते कई वीर यहां,
कर्मों से विश्वगुरु कहलाते हैं,
सीधे बैकुंठ धाम को पाते हैं।

आखिर कूद पड़ा वह रण में जा कर,
विजय-पराजय की चिंता न कर,
आवश्यक हो गया जान गंवाने को,
अपनी सेना विनाश से बचाने को,
पांडवों को जीत दिलाने को,
अधर्म पर धर्म की विजय पाने को।

इतना अभिमन्यु को बोध था,
बाकी योद्धाओं के मुकाबले
भले ही बालक वह अबोध था -
की जब अपनों के साथ बेइमानी होती है
हार पर विजय पानी होती है
परिजनों को जीत दिलानी होती है
अधर्म की जड़ें काटनी होती है
जब प्रभु की बात सार्थक होनी होती है -
तब अपने प्राणों को शस्त्रों में भरकर,
कर्म की वेदी पर सर रखकर
समर-कुंड में शौर्य-भाव की ज्वाला जल रही होती है,
धर्म रक्षा के लिए खुद की आहुति देनी होती है।

कूद पड़ा वह वीर योद्धा बड़े विकट उस जाल में,
वह 'चक्रव्यूह' कौरवों ने बिछाया विध्वंस के खयाल से।
चक्रव्यूह की रचना को तोड़ उसे अंदर जाना आता था,
मगर नहीं बतलाया मुक्त हो बाहर न आ पाता था।
कर्तव्य की वेदी पर शीश कटाना स्वीकार था,
धर्म की रक्षा हेतु लड़ना उसका अधिकार था।

क्या होता अगर मना कर जाता वीर वह,
हाथ जोड़ कह जाता "हिंसा नहीं करूंगा यह"?
या कह देता की उसका कोई सरोकार नहीं,
"गुण-अवगुण, धर्म-अधर्म, सम्मान-अपमान, अधिकार-अत्याचार आदि -
सब तुम्हारे, पर मेरे लिए ये सब साकार नहीं"?
धर्म हेतु लड़ने को उत्पीड़न नहीं कहते हैं,
आत्मरक्षा और सम्मान के लिए शस्त्र उठाना -
विधिमान्य है, आतंक न इसको कहते हैं।
वर्षों के अत्याचारियों को भुगतना ही पड़ता है,
सर्पों के विषैले फन को कुचलना ही पड़ता है।

आहुत हुआ वह वीर समर में,
वह समय भी आया था,
हर नियम को तोड़ युद्ध के
महारथियों का मन बालक की हत्या से हर्षाया था।
पश्चात इसके, युद्ध क्षेत्र में हर नियम टूटे थे,
दोनो पक्षों के तीखे बाण,
अब रात्रि में भी छूटे थे।
अधर्म के साथ युद्ध में हर कायदा छोड़ना पड़ता है,
लोहे को आखिरकार, लोहे से ही काटना पड़ता है।

सत्य को सर्वोपरि रखने त्रेता में श्रीराम थे,
और धर्म की स्थापना करने द्वापर में घनश्याम थे।
त्रेता में प्रभु ने स्वयं समस्त राज्य छोड़ दिया,
और महाभारत के रण ने अधर्म का रथ तोड़ दिया,
अनेक योद्धाओं ने इस युद्ध में जगत को आदर्श दिया,
मगर अभिमन्यु का कुरुक्षेत्र में ही वह बलिदान था
जिसने युद्ध की दिशा को धर्म के पक्ष मोड़ दिया।

A Thing called Hope

Those times of chaos, when, your mind's berated.
That wilderness grows, overpowering,
You venture about, lost, misdirected,
Deeper in the woods;
Deeper! Steeper!

But beware, the deeper you go,
more the light fades
and the gloom transcends,
from that foreboding moderate,
to the despondent melancholy.
The fire foes out,
the ashes remain, smouldering.

But fear not, O' brave heart,
the ashes will smolder,
Forget, and on.
Cease them, you know them.
These are the thoughts,
that floats you on;
on those waters deep, where
you get smothered.
Or in those woods where,
the silence is stifling
and this predator looms about
in the shadows, and,
you hear the beating,
the grafting rhythm of your heart.

But listen, O' valiant soul,
there may be no light,
to guide you back to
your isle of joy, of happiness,
and away from these woods of loathing
from these waters of depression, of sadness.

But there always is,
that path you traversed,
and there will always be
A thing called Hope.

अहिल्या

इस धरा की बात है खास
खुद भगवान उतरे यहां सबके साथ।
जब कभी अंधकार घिर आता है,
मानव नीचे गिरता जाता है,
भूमि से हरि को ही पुकारता है,
अधर्म से मुक्ति को अकुलाता है।

त्रेता में जब यह नाद हुआ,
पाप से सत्कर्म जब बर्बाद हुआ
भीक्षण आंधी उड़ती आती थी,
सात्विकता नष्ट कर ले जाती थी।

ऋषियों का जीना दूभर हुआ जाता था,
पापियों का अठ्ठाहस गूंजता जाता था,
कोई महात्मा कहीं आसरा न पाता था,
रावण से सम्पूर्ण त्रिलोक थर्राता था।

यह देख हरि मुस्काये थे,
धरती पर मनुष्य रूप में आये थे,
ऋषिगण फूले न समाये थे,
स्वयं ब्रह्मा जिनको शीश नवाये थे।
वो जो कण-कण में बसते हैं,
जिनका नाम स्वयं महादेव जपते हैं।

किन्तु फिर भी कई मानव अज्ञानता वश,
इस पुण्य कथा का फैलाते अपयश,
असत्य, अधर्म के जो अनुयायी हैं,
स्वयं नीचता और कलियुग की परछाईं हैं।

परंतु ज्ञानी कभी अधीर न होता है,
राम नाम से जागता है और
राम नाम से सोता है।
यह ऐसा महाकाव्य है एक,
अनेक धर्ममार्ग का निश्चल भाव है एक।

जो सुनता उनकी कथा को है,
भूल जाता अपनी व्यथा को है,
भावविभोर उनके चरित्र का गुणगान करता है,
अहम का त्याग निःसंकोच कर उठता है।

मगर फिर भी कई असमंजस में आते हैं,
मूलतः कथाओं से अनभिज्ञ हो,
गलत समझते और समझाते हैं।

आज देखेंगे अहिल्या की कथा की जो सच्चाई थी,
विश्वामित्र ने मिथिला की राह में श्रीराम को सुनाई थी।
तो आगे की बात को समझियेगा,
फिर भी कोई प्रश्न रहे तो कहियेगा।

माया से जो कुछ मनुष्य पाता है,
उसका दोहरा चरित्र भूलता जाता है।
प्रेम, सुख, सुंदरता, ज्ञान, बल आदि सदाचार, से
जन्मते हैं कामना, भय, लोभ, निर्लज्जता, अहंकार।

तो आगमन करें कथा का जैसे सब करते थे,
मिथिला नगरी के पास ही ऋषि गौतम रहते थे।
बड़े सदाचारी, ज्ञानी, प्रभु के ध्यान में मग्न रहते थे,
सप्तऋषियों में एक, धर्म मार्ग पर अड़े थे।
सत्कर्म, ज्ञान, गुण, भक्ति हर तरह,
आम लोगों से वे बहुत बड़े थे।
एक आश्रम था -
अहिल्या से प्रणय सूत्र में बंधे थे।

लो ध्यान से अब आगे सुनो,
आज पूरी कथा समझाता हूँ,
श्रीराम के चरित्र पर लांछन लगाते
कुछ नासमझों की शंका मिटाता हूँ।

अहिल्या जब एक कुमारी थी,
ब्रह्मा जी की पुत्री थी,
वरदान से आजीवन परम् सुंदर नारी थी।
देव, असुर, ऋषिगण आदि -
सब विवाह के अभिलाषी थे,
अधिकांश सिर्फ बाहरी सौंदर्य पर मोहित हो
नष्ट बुद्धि से केवल काम-इच्छा के प्रार्थी थे।

तब ब्रह्मा जी ने ये बात रखी,
उत्तम वर खोजने की चाल चली,
बोले, "जो समस्त ब्रह्मांड का चक्कर सर्वप्रथम लगा आएगा,
वही श्रेष्ठ हो अहिल्या से विवाह कर पायेगा"।

ऋषि गौतम इस कार्य में विजयी हुए,
एक गाय, नवजात बछड़े और शिवलिंग की
परिक्रमा कर अग्रणी हुए।
वह गाय, बछड़ा समेत पूरी पृथ्वी को दर्शाती थी,
जो हर जीव को जन्म देकर,
पालन-पोषण करती जाती थी।
शिवलिंग समेत वे संसार के जीवन चक्र को दर्शाते हैं,
जीव जन्म, कर्म और मृत्यु से परम धाम को जाते हैं।

इस तरह अहिल्या का विवाह संपन्न हुआ,
इस तरह देव और असुरों का घमंड भंग हुआ।

अहिल्या भी अत्यंत ज्ञानी थी,
ब्रह्मपुत्री तो थी,
मगर अपने सौंदर्य की अभिमानी थी।
मनुष्य जब किसी ऊंचे पद को पाता है,
अभिमान की गहरी खाई में,
उतना ही गिरता जाता है।

इधर इंद्र के मन में सनक थी,
ऋषि गौतम के दिनचर्या की भनक थी।
आश्रम जब उनकी उपस्थिति-विहीन हो जाता है,
इंद्र ऋषि का वेश धरकर आता है,
उदविघ्न हो अहिल्या को पुकारता है,
वासना के वशीभूत धर्म-अधर्म भूल जाता है।
मन मे तीव्र कामना से वेश का खयाल भी उतर जाता है,
और फिर अधीर हो वह मिलन की इच्छा को दर्शाता है।

अहिल्या जब समक्ष आती है,
इंद्र को ऋषि गौतम के रूप में पाती है,
उसके असली स्वरूप को पहचान जाती है,
पर मन ही मन मुस्कुराती है।
वो अपने सौंदर्य के मद में चूर हुई,
धर्म-पथ से उस क्षण वह दूर हुई।
सोचती, "परिस्थिति मेरी सुंदरता की साक्षी है,
आज स्वयं सुरपति मेरा अभिलाषी है,
कहाँ एक साधारण मुनि दरिद्र अभागा है,
और कहां एक इंद्रलोक का राजा है"।

मगर नियति की यह बात हुई,
ऋषि गौतम की ढोंगी से मुलाकात हुई।
काम-इच्छा पूर्ण कर इंद्र बाहर जब आता है,
ऋषि को अपने समक्ष वह पाता है।
ऋषि को हाय! परिस्थिति का ज्ञान हो जाता है,
मन क्रोध, घृणा और पीड़ा से भर जाता है।

(अब वे दोनों को श्राप देते हैं और अहिल्या को बताते हैं के त्रेता में श्रीराम ही उद्धार करेंगे।)

जिह्वा से जब पीड़ादायी वाक्य निकल जाते हैं,
व्यक्ति के सत्कर्मो को नष्ट करते जाते हैं,
ऋषि गौतम अतः आश्रम को छोड़ चले,
प्रायश्चित को हिमालय की ओर चले।

त्रेता में श्रीराम तब आये थे,
अहिल्या का उद्धार कर नैतिकता का पाठ पढ़ाये थे।

इस कथा में हर एक कार्य के कारण हैं,
ये तो बस धर्म-अधर्म का एक उदाहरण है।
जिनके चरणों की छाप से कई किरदारों के पाप धुले,
उनकी अनुकंपा से, हमको भी बैकुंठ धाम मिले।

मृत्यु से मुलाकात

निकल पड़ा मैं घर से किसी बात पे,
क्रोधित था मन उस दिन दुनिया के हालात पे,
उचटा हुआ मन लिए पहुंचा एक सूने मैदान में,
सहसा सन्नाटे से ठिठका, हुआ थोड़ा हैरान मैं ।

दूर दूर तक न कोई मनुष्य नज़र आता था,
न ही आकाश से कोई पंछी चहचहाता था,
रोशनी भी धीरे धीरे ढल रही थी,
धूल समेटे हुए हवा भी मंद-मंद चल रही थी।

हवा का बहाव भी ठहरता हुआ सा जाता था,
"कौन हूं मैं?", क्रोधित मन यह भूलता सा जाता था।
इससे पहले अस्तित्व की यादें मिटने को उठे
एक हल्का सा साया नज़दीक महसूस हुआ जाता था।

समझा कोई है धूर्त वहां, जो विघ्न डालने आता था,
बिन समझ-बूझ मैं उससे संवाद छेड़ता जाता था -

"है कौन मूर्ख वहां बतलाओ,
अपना चेहरा मुझे दिखलाओ।
जानते नहीं तुम कौन हूँ मैं?
पहचानते नहीं कौन हूँ मैं?
किस आशय से नज़दीक आते हो?
साये की तरह पीछे लहराते हो।

मैं यहां का हूँ मसीहा,
मैं वो ज्ञानी शख्स हूँ,
अभिनंदनीय हूँ मैं यहां सभी का,
लोग कहते मैं ब्रह्म का अक्स हूँ।

तू होता कौन यहां जो सहसा मुझे चौंकाता है?
मेरे चिंतन में बाधा बन खुद को मुझसे छुपाता है!
मेरे पास इतना धन-धान्य भरा,
तेरा भी मोल करा सकता हूँ,
मेरा यहां अधिकार बड़ा,
तुझे बिकवा भी सकता हूँ।
यहां अधिपत्य है मेरा
जहां मन हो वहां मेरा डेरा है,
यदि झुक जाए तू मेरे सम्मुख,
हर ऐश्वर्य तुझे दिला सकता हूँ।

मुख खोल कर जवाब दे,
पक्षधर होने का प्रमाण दे!"

जैसे एक बिजली कौंध गयी,
हो प्रकृति जैसे मौन गयी
कानों से एक विचित्र स्वर टकराया था
हर अणु में रोमांच भर आया था।
अट्ठहास कर वह बोला, "समझता तू खुद को अति ज्ञानी है
शरीर को समझता पहचान अपनी, मनुष्य, तू बाद अज्ञानी है!
चल तुझको सत्य बताता हूँ,
तुझसे अपना परिचय करवाता हूँ।
मैं हूँ लोभरहित, मुझको कुबेर तक नहीं मोह सकता है,
है तेरी क्या बिसात बालक, तू तो अभी बहुत ही कच्चा है।

सोचता है तू, मुझको संपत्ति धन-धान्य दिखायेगा,
किस काम आएंगे ये जब तू मेरे साथ चला जायेगा?
मैं हूँ वह जिससे थर्राता यह लोक तेरा,
मैं हूँ वह, जो तेरा शरीर यहाँ मिटने छोड़ जाता हूँ,
तेरे हृदय में हाथ डाल प्राण निकाल ले जाता हूँ।

मैं यम का हूँ दास बड़ा,
मैं कभी नहीं बिक सकता हूँ,
मैं अंतर करता नहीं, उचित समय पर -
हर जीव के प्राण हर सकता हूँ।
मैं हूँ अखंड, पुरातन, काल के साथ ही मैं सदैव चलता हूँ,
जन्म जो लेता है सृष्टि में,
मुक्त करने उसको निकलता हूँ।

पूरे ब्रह्मांड में है वास मेरा,
मैं हर घड़ी चलता रहता हूँ,
अस्थिर रहके एक समय,
एकाधिक स्थानों पे मैं बसता हूँ।
छूट नहीं सकता है कोई मुझसे,
मैं वह जीवन की सच्चाई हूँ,
जीवन-मरण के चक्र का अभिन्न अंग,
माया की देता मैं दुहाई हूँ।

महादेव के तांडव का अंत हूँ मैं,
ब्रह्मा के चेतन की अगुवाई हूँ,
श्रीराम के चरणों का दास हूँ मैं,
श्रीकृष्ण के विश्वरूप की गवाही हूँ।
दास हूँ मगर फिर भी श्रीराम को लेने मैं आया था,
और सीता जी को भी मैंने वापस बैकुंठ पहुंचाया था।
तीर की शैया पर लेटे हुए भीष्म की मुझसे विनती थी,
मैं आया तब भी था, बस उचित समय उनकी अपनी गिनती थी।

द्वापर युग के अंत के लिए भी मैं ही क्षमा-प्रार्थी था,
गांधारी के श्राप से झुका था मैं,
जाने को इस लोक से स्वयं श्रीकृष्ण ने, बनाया अपना सारथी था।
रावण का अभिमान भी मैं था,
लंका में अग्निकांड भी मैं था,
श्री हनुमान के वारों से,
असुरों का उत्थान भी मैं था।
दुर्योधन की ज़िद और झूठी शान भी मैं था,
कर्ण का वह महादान भी मैं था,
अभिमन्यु हत्या के पाप का फल,
द्रौपदी के पांचों पुत्रों की जान भी मैं था।
धृतराष्ट का अंधा राज मोह,
कुरुक्षेत्र में शंखनाद भी मैं था,
और, अर्जुन के गांडीव से निकले बाण भी मैं था।

अतः हे मानव! मुझे तू नहीं खरीद सकता है,
मेरा मोल न तो इतना भी सस्ता है।
इसलिए, सही कर्मों की आदत को बनाना होगा,
दूसरों के लिए जीना तुझे अपना लक्ष्य बनाना होगा,
क्योंकि मेरा परिचय स्मरण रहे-
जिसने जन्म लिया है, उसे एक दिन तो जाना होगा।

विपक्ष की बात

भारतवर्ष की भूमि पर
जब शीत ऋतु लहराती थी,
असावधान बैठी देहों पर,
क्रूरता बरसाती जाती थी।

हंसते-रोते, चलते-सोते रोजमर्रा के जीवन ढोते,
लोगों के जीवन मे एक दिन आया ऐसा निराला था
लोकतंत्र का गान करके कुछ जनों ने,
देश के हृदय पर तेज़ चुभोया एक भाला था।
सुबह का अखबार जैसे अपने साथ उल्टी स्वतंत्रता लाया था,
लगता था ठंड ने कुछ लोगों का दिमाग भी हिलाया था।

विस्मय से देखते थे भारत के मनुज स्वाभिमानी,
बाहर निकले लोगों को करते विकृत नादानी,
विभाजन करवाने वालों की बातों में वे फंसते थे,
सत्ता के लिए राजनीति खेलने वाले देख हंसते थे।

(सत्ता के लिए राजनीति खेलने वाले?)

अब इनके बारे में क्या बताऊं,
ये हैं ऐसे महान भारतवासी जो -
राष्ट्रहित्कारी नीतियों का विरोध करने से पीछे नहीं ये हटते हैं,
असत्य का प्रचार करके, मगरमच्छ के आंसू बिलखते हैं
किस हद तक गिर सकते हैं ये - इतिहास इसकी गवाही है
डाह-द्वेष की मुस्कान चेहरे पर - इनके प्रयोजन साफ झलकते हैं।

ये वही हैं, अनगिनत दफा जिन्होंने  अधिकार जनता का मारा था,
कान बंद कर लेते थे ये जब-जब सरहद के जवानों ने इन्हें पुकारा था,

बदले में आर्मी चीफ को गली का गुंडा कह दुत्कारा था।

मेरे वामपंथी मित्रों ध्यान से सुनो, आज मैं तुम्हें बताता हूँ,
एक-एक करके इन "बुद्धिजीवियों" की आज मैं लंका लगाता हूँ।

निशाचरी शक्ति तीव्र है इनमे इसके प्रमाण चाहते हो?
भोपाल गैस त्रासदी में रातोंरात एंडरसन को फरार करवाना भूल जाते हो।
2G, 3G, commonwealth, आदि तो हैं अभी की बातें,
आओ इतिहास से निकलते हैं हम इनकी कुछ पुरानी यादें।
कुछ बुद्धिजीवी कहते हैं इन्होंने आज़ादी दिलवाई थी,
और स्वतंत्रता की सारी योजनाएं सिर्फ इनके अंतर से आई थी।
इनकी दलीलें तो शायद कुछ नासमझों के लिए भारी है,
ये सब मानने वालों की तो गयी मति मूढ़ की मारी है।

स्वतंत्रता का अर्थ इनको समझाना आसान नहीं,
सीधे समझ नहीं ये पाते हैं,
जिस थाली में खाते हैं,
छेद उसी में करते जाते हैं।

याद है? जब राष्ट्रीय संघ ने निषेधाधिकार (मतलब वीटो पावर) का प्रस्ताव हमें बढ़ाया था,
विचारहीन होकर चीन से मैत्री के नाम उसे गंवाया था
कितना समय लगा था फिर चीन को पलटने में?
कितना समय लगा फिर भारत के गले मे फांस अटकने में?

असहयोग आंदोलन भी अधूरा रखा था चौरी-चौरा के एवज से,
नेताजी को भी मजबूर किया था अकारण , बेवजह से,
जब यहां राजनीति खेलते किसने वचन निभाया था?
वो उधम सिंह था जिसने ड्वायर को इंग्लैंड जाकर उड़ाया था।

चलो थोड़ा और आगे आते हैं, इनकी हरकतें नज़र में लाते हैं,
जब सरदार पटेल ने पांच सौ बासठ राज्यों को भारत में मिलाया था,
तब अंदरूनी होने के बावजूद भी, किसने,
कश्मीर राष्ट्रीय संघ ले जा कर भड़काया था?

किसने सत्ता के लिए देश मे आपातकाल लगवाया था?
किसने दिल्ली में सिखों का नरसंघार करवाया था?
किसने धर्म और जाति को राजनीति में मुद्दा बनाया था?
किसने कश्मीरी पंडितों की चीख-पुकार अनसुना कर दबाया था?

ये तो कुछ नहीं, इनकी कई शर्मसार हैं बातें,
क्यों सुनते हो इनकी, झूठ बोल ये जनता को बरगलाते?
अफवाह फैलाना धर्म है इनका, दंगा करवाना जाति है,
असत्य-चालबाज़ी की आग लगाते जो स्वयं फैलती जाती है।

(ये लोग जिनको पता कुछ नहीं और दूसरों की बातों में आकर विरोध कर रहे, लाखों का फोन चलाते और मुफ्त का सरकारी कागज़ नहीं पढ़ सकते?) तो-

सत्य की परख करना चाहते हो अगर,
झूठ से पर्दा उठाना चाहते हो अगर,
तो स्वयं जांच करो तथ्यों के आधार पर
अन्यथा विरोध कारगर नहीं होता,
होता है दिखावटी, बेवजह और निराधार पर।

विरोध नहीं कहलाता है राष्ट्र को तोड़ना-जलाना-नुकसान करना
यह कहलाता हैं - स्वतंत्रता और संविधान की हत्या करना।

If you're an Indian, then after reading this does these words go through your head?

Corrupt Congress. Corrupt opposition parties. Liberals. Anti-nationals.

Immortal Talks - A Book Review

“Are you aware that you are not a body? You have a body.” chorused the elder Mahtangs.

Introduction:
GENRE: Spirituality
AUTHOR: Shunya
PAGES:160
YEAR OF PUBLISH: 2017

Mahtangs (better known as Mathangs) are the tribal people residing in the forests of Mount Piduru in Sri Lanka. This tribe, similar to the sentinelese, choose to be cut off from modern civilisation but save for this they cannot be more different from the sentinelese. Mathangs are the followers of Lord Hanuman and descendants of Vibhishana, the brother of Ravana from The Ramayana. Apart from this, the Mathangs are said to be very spiritual and with good reason. It is said that the Mathangs are visited by Lord Hanuman in every 41 years. Quite interesting isn’t it?

All of this came to light in the year 2014 when a researcher was studying the behavior of the tribe and completely oblivious at the time as to what he was going to find! Fascinating!

Lord Hanuman is said to be among the 7 people who are said to be immortal. It is believed that every 41 years Lord Hanuman visits the tribe to teach and imbue divine knowledge to them. The Mathangs record the teaching of Lord Hanuman every 41 years in a Log book. Fortunately, the log book is now with an organization called ‘Setu Asia’which is trying to translate the book. Okay this was a short introduction to who the Mahtangs (or Mathangs) really are. Now let’s jump on to the book.

Summary:

The book begins with Hanudas, a devotee of Lord Hanuman, who along with 2 other devotees is following some tribal people in order to observe and try to establish communication with them. Hanudas used to live an elite lifestyle with his family in Toronto and was neither religious nor spiritual. His wife dies in a car accident and later he loses his only son to drugs and paranoid schizophrenia. This leaves him to be completely hollow – ‘like a hoop which lets things pass through it. No sorrow. No pain. No regret.’ It was then that he encounters an unusual scene. He leaves for India and comes in contact with a Guru who gives him the name ‘Hanudas’ and explains to him that it was not a hallucination indeed. Gurudev explains it was because only pure souls can experience that. He explains that Hanudas encountered such a scene because after his son’s funeral his mind was absolutely blank, completely free and detached from everything the external world has to offer –

‘Your soul, like the majority of humans of this era, is asleep. Your soul awoke for a brief period of time on the day you buried your son’

After that moment he experiences a divine epiphany and leaves to wander – in search of nothing – in a pursuit to awaken his soul. He eventually feels that he has reached his destination when he comes across this tribe known as ‘Mahtangs’. He along with 2 more sages tries to approach the tribe but are rebuked by the leader and hence finds himself following and observing the tribe. Very soon he deciphers the meaning of the set of seven symbols he had collected from the Mahtangs. It translated as follows: ‘The immortal Lord Hanuman comes every 41 years to impart supreme knowledge to his disciples, the Mahtangs’. Over the course of next several months, he collected thousands of such symbols, or the puzzles wherin lay enshrined the entire knowledge Lord Hanuman imparted to his disciples.
He, with the help of other sages, deciphers these puzzles and documents them. These finding are henceforth explained in the form of different chapters in this book.

My Review:

The religion – Hinduism (it actually is Sanatan Dharma) – is the oldest religion that exists today. It is the only religion in which even if you are an atheist, you are still a Hindu. It is the choice of the seeker whichever and whatever form of god he/she wants to embrace. Even the belief that he/she does not believe in god is a form of belief and hence that person is still a Hindu. It is a religion which is based on the practice of looking for the absolute truth which involves science more than anything. I will not be exaggerating when I confidently claim that all the things that modern science is discovering now has already been mentioned in the Vedas and Upanishads many thousands of years ago. It is more about Spirituality than being a ‘Religion’ in the strictest sense of the meaning of the word, and is FAR different from what is perceived by the masses. It is a way of Life, which is clearly evident by the contents of this book.

The book is written in a very simplistic manner which enables the reader to understand even the most complex workings of the truth of what the soul is, what is life, the movement of the soul from one body to another, the life and death cycle, the Karma-Desire, etc. If I have to describe my experience of reading this book in one word, I will choose – enlightening. The way in which everything was explained is very simple and effective. The reader is able to imagine every scene as if it is happening right before their eyes. The way in which everything is explained is extraordinarily simple, effective and quite enjoyable at the same time. The prologue of the book describes how Hanudas comes to find all the symbols and puzzles and the rest of the book in chapters and in the form of stories of the same tribe explains the subtleties of the extraordinary way in which the universe works, who we are and how to get out of this endless cycle of birth and death in Maya.

Those of you do not know, Maya is everything you experience. It is everything that you sense i.e., see, feel, hear, taste, touch. Maya is said to be an illusion. It is the physical world which follows the rules of space-time and the human soul which is stuck in this Maya thinking that it is the only reality experiences endless cycle of birth and death. The purpose of the human soul is to break this cycle and attain Moksha viz., unification with the absolute – the Bramh.

The book along with this also explains what the soul really is. How it goes from one body to another and what it experiences when it is out of a body. Not only this, the book also explains the type of souls there are, what are the characteristics of the soul which resides in birds, animals and humans. The struggle between the soul to be free from the shackles of birth and death and the limitations posed by the human body which understands this world to be the only reality and the Karma-Desire scale of balance is beautifully explained in one of the chapters titled ‘The Mermaid’ in the form of a story.

I definitely enjoyed reading this book. I’d say that it must be read at least once in a lifetime irrespective of which religion, caste or sex you belong to, or what belief system you have. Read this with an open mind because as the Vedas says, there is only one absolute truth rest everything is different realities varying from person to person.

You should have a Wife?

When I was happy without any strife,
when I had no qualms with life.
Then it was deemed by people to advise,
"Boy, you should have a wife!"

I search for joy and for truth,
and go for adventures in my youth.
And yet it was deemed by them to be so rife,
so people told me to have a wife.

But I am gratified in this solo ride,
those society's rules I do not wish to abide.
Yet they say in whispers sly,
"Man! You must have a wife."

I weep when I'm sad in heart's lament,
I also laugh out loud to my heart's content.
Why should I abandon these strange delights?
I do not understand why I should have a wife!

I can wake up at midnight and go for a ride,
I can spend my day washing my bike.
Why should I give up, for misery, this freedom of choice?
Why? Tell me why I should have a wife?

The Mango Tree

There I was, sitting under the Mango tree planted in the front yard of my home. My track pant was smudged with earth along with my T-shirt as if I had been rolling around in the mud but I couldn’t care less. I used to live in one of those big government quarters provided by the Indian Railways to its employees. Mine had a few trees in the front yard, enclosed inside the boundary made by the thick Iron wire fence. It was the time of summer holidays, a time when I could ignore the massive amount of homework that had been given to us by our sadistic teachers (Pun intended) and quite simply spent my day loitering around in my front yard or if it was too hot outside, playing video games or watching movies on repeat from the collection of movies I collected over time in the form of CDs. DVD players were still new in the market at that time and used to cost a lot, we had a CD player which we never upgraded.

I sat there and I noticed a mango hanging from a branch. There were many mangos on the tree, it being the start of summer, but this one was ripe and yellow as opposed to all the other green ones and was somehow unscathed from the taste buds of parrots and other birds. I kept gazing at it for a few seconds. It was quite high and I was never a good climber. I gave sweeping look to the branches that were closest to the ground but there were no ripe mangos there. The rarity of this one mango fathered the desire to possess and eat it. The knowledge that fruits, especially from this tree, being delicious intensified the desire even more. I had to eat it!

Therefore, to achieve this I started formulating ways with which I can get it. I picked up a stone and threw it at the mango. It narrowly missed. However, after one throw I immediately abandoned this method. What will happen the stone successfully hit the mango? The mango being ripe with undoubtedly be scarred and there are chances it will not break away from the branch. The sight of the fruit was so mouth-watering and elating that I did not want even a small dent on its surface. I wanted to pluck it, admire it, delicately peel and slice it, piece by piece and eat it, not wasting even a drop of its juice. I had to find some other method to get it before any bird does.

I picked up a stick that I found lying near the tree and tried to swing it in such a way that it strikes the stalk but not the mango. No luck! There were too many branches in the middle to maneuver the stick with the requisite angle and force. I threw the stick on the ground and stood there gazing at the fruit for a few moments trying to conjure up any other idea for getting that fruit out of that branch and into my hands. Nothing came to my mind except a big blank. The only thing my brain kept getting back to was trying to climb the tree. Now the people who know how to climb a tree know that climbing up is not the hard part, it is climbing down that is difficult. Devoid of any other option, I tried climbing the tree. It was hopeless; I kept skidding down.

Defeated, I thought of giving it one last try, gathered my energy and tried again. This time I went farther than any time I tried before. But SMACK! The fall was equally hard. Although it was not as high as to have done any serious damage, I landed directly on my left foot. A pain shot through from my leg. I had sprained my ankle! Dreading the cussing and scolding that was to come I slowly limped on one leg towards the door to the Drawing room of my home. With a thumping heart, I opened the door. My mother was sitting there watching some dumb Indian Soap opera with an hour episode consisting of at least 20 minutes of moving close up shots of the actors and 15 minutes of advertisements. She did not notice me limping through the door. I saw that she was engrossed in watching T.V. and so I decided to limp silently to the bedroom before she notices. To muffle the sound of my limping I stepped onto the carpet. Whenever any background music came onto the soap opera, which was plenty of times actually, I used it to limp towards the bedroom door.

I finally reached the door. Taking a huge sigh of relief I leaned on the door without realizing that doorstopper was not in place. CRASH! The door banged on the wall and I was on all fours on the ground. It was seconds before my mother came running inside and looking at me spread-eagled on the ground, her first reaction was narrowing her eyes with malice.

“Oh crap” I thought, as I knew what was about to come.

Before I knew it I was being helped up on my feet with the shrill scolding of how she cannot even sit calmly and idly even for a minute. She did not know that I sprained my ankle. And she can never know that I did that trying to climb the Mango tree outside. Taking a small loss for a short time is better than a big loss for a longer duration. So when she enquiringly looked at my leg while I stood there limping on my right leg, I told her that I put my right leg on the door to fold up my track pant bottoms and I did not realize the door stopper was not in place which crashed the door and I fell and sprained my left ankle.

I know right! What a pitiful excuse and she suspected it for some time but as she did not hear me limping back inside and there was nothing else in the bedroom which might indicate otherwise, she accepted my dumb excuse.

So for a few minutes, I got to hear the usual cussing and fussing while my foot was been treated to a bucketful of hot and salty water. But I was not paying attention. My falling and then my mother helping me up with her hand and me standing on one leg clutching her shoulder gave me an excellent idea!

After a whole day and a whole night’s rest, I started feeling a little better. The pain in my ankle was subsiding. After waking up the next day, I decided to test my idea. So I waited till noontime and then I silently went back outside with a plier, duct tape and thread. I reached the tree whereby I had dropped the stick and praying that no bird had eaten the fruit, I looked in the direction of the mango. It was still there – unscathed and uneaten. Relieved, I picked up the stick and started walking towards the fence.

I found and cut a small part of the thick iron wire jutting out of the fence, the removal of which will not cause any damage to the fence (there were many such places on the boundary). I took out the duct tape and tied the wire to the stick. For double precaution that it should not slip out, I left a small part of the exposed at the tied end and tightly tied that part to the stick using the thread applying three-four knots. I then used the pliers and started bending the free end of the wire attached to the stick in the form of a hook.

I took the stick to the tree. Maneuvering the stick, I placed the hooked end of the wire around the stalk of the mango and pulled. With a plucking sound, the mango dropped and I caught it. I placed the stick near the tree and feeling elated, I went back inside with the mango in my hand.

आज़ाद

कहते हैं कि भारतवर्ष में आज़ादी की आजकल नई घटा है छायी,
जब अपने ही वीर सपूतों की निंदा करने की कुछ लोगों ने है स्वतंत्रता पायी।
अपने ही हाथों जिनसे मातृभूमि का गला घोंटा जाता है,
उन लोगों को आजकल देश में आज़ाद कहा जाता है।

रहते हैं जो उच्च दबाव में, तूफानों में, वीरानों में, शून्य ताप से भी कम वाले उजियाले-अंधियारों में,
रहते हैं जो कई मास दूर माता के प्रेम पिता के आलिंगन से, किलकारियां लेते अपने बच्चों के भी बचपन से,
रहते हैं वे ताकि इस देश का शीश न झुकने पाए,
ताकि कोई भटका हुआ मानव किसी रोज़ अपने साथ शांति को ही न उड़ा जाये।

अरे तुम क्या जानो आज़ादी क्या होती है!

आज़ादी का अर्थ भी जानो,
यह लो मैं बताता हूं,
भूलो इसको मत तुम अब,
तुमको प्रतिबिम्ब दिखलाता हूँ।

जानो यह संग्राम ज़रा,
समझो, अपने शब्दों को पहचानो।
आज़ादी नहीं विदेशों की,
यह भारत के अंतरतम से आई थी,
जाओ पढ़ो इतिहास ज़रा,
पढ़ो, समझ कर यह जानो,
मिली यह जब वीर मतवालों ने,
गुलामी के खिलाफ भारी धूम मचाई थी।

तब नहीं कहते थे वे उन हालात पर,
"भारत तेरे टुकड़े होंगे" चीखकर हर बात पर।
जान हथेली पर लिए खेलते थे मौत से,
चढ़ जाते थे सूली देशभक्त हंसते हुए एक जोश से।
क्या उन क्रांतिकारियों के बलिदानों को तुम भूल गए?
क्या भगत , चंद्रशेखर, बोस और सुखदेव पीछे कहीं छूट गए?

आज़ादी एकतरफा नहीं, नहीं सिर्फ यह रईसों की,
आज़ादी गरीबों की, आज़ादी वीर सपूतों की,
आज़ादी विचार बड़ा, आज़ादी आने वाली पुश्तों की,
आज़ादी माताओं की, आज़ादी हमारी बहनों की,
आज़ादी भेदभाव रहित, आज़ादी स्वाभिमानी पुरुषों की,
आज़ादी जन-जन की , पराये और अपनों की।

मगर आज़ादी यह नहीं कि लोभ में देश को अपशब्द कहते जाओ,
आज़ादी यह नहीं कि समाज में राष्ट्र-विरुद्ध दुर्व्यवहार फैलाओ।
या फिर सुरक्षा को दुश्मनों के हाथ बेचते जाओ।

इसलिए तिहार जेल के कैदी आज़ाद नहीं कहलाते हैं,
क्योंकि आज़ादी के साथ मूल कर्तव्य भी आते हैं।

और आतंकियों का समर्थन करने वालों, तुम भी आज़ाद नहीं कहलाओगे।

पाप की परिभाषा

आज के कलियुग में जहाँ
पाप-व्यभिचार सदा-सद पलता है
इस शहर-उस शहर, हर नगर, हर देश से
हंसते-मुस्कराते, हाथ हिलाते, सिर उठा निकलता है।

राह चलते हुए राहगीरों को वह पकड़ता है
हर किसी के मन को वह अंततः जकड़ता है
और गलत राह पर ले जा कर वह अकड़ता है

(जो मन मे एक बार पाप को बसा लेता है तो उसे निकलना मुश्किल हो जाता है। पाप यहां मन में बैठ कर यह बता रहा है कि वह क्या है)

कहता है, "मैं हूं यहां, इस देश और विदेश में,
मैं ही वासना, मैं ही चिंता , मैं ही कुंठा, मैं ही मन के द्वेष में,
घूमता हूँ मैं यहां सब मानवों के वेश में!

और पार नहीं पा सकते हो तुम मुझसे या मेरे किसी भी नाम से,
नहीं निकल सकते फिर मेरे किसी काम के अंजाम से
घर कर लेता हूँ फिर मैं उस पवित्र आत्मा के रूप पे,
नहीं जा सकते हो तुम फिर ऊपर कहीं इस धाम से!

छोड़ूँगा तो नहीं मैं तुमको अपने किसी खयाल से,
और मुक्त नहीं होने दूंगा मैं तुमको माया के इस जाल से!
मैं खड़ा हूँ राह पर तुम्हारे बनकर एक आसान रास्ता,
हाथ थामोगे तो उठा दूंगा तुम्हारी सच्चाई पर से आस्था!

और तुम नहीं राम कि मुझको तुम मार सकोगे,
न ही तुम हो कृष्ण, न्याय की राह तुम पहचान सकोगे!
न तुम अर्जुन, न तुम भीष्म, न तुम धर्मराज हो,
न तुम लक्ष्मण, न तुम भरत, न रघुवंश तुम आज हो!

कहाँ पर भागोगे जब तुम्हारे मन को मैं हथियूंगा?
कितना पुण्य कर पाओगे जब हर ओर से घिर आऊंगा?
मैं ही था वो जिसने सदियों पहले मंदिरों को जलवाया था,
मैं ही था जिसने नालंदा और तक्षिला को मिटाया था,
मैं ही था वो जिसने मुगलों से खूनी खेल खिलवाया था,
वह भी मैं ही था जिसने चित्तोड़ दुर्ग में माताओं को आग में धकेला था,
और जालियांवाला के खूनी खेल का भी मैं कारण अकेला था!


फिर भी अचंभित होकर डरता हूँ खत्म हो जाऊंगा,
एक उम्मीद की छोटी किरण से भी जलकर भस्म हो जाऊंगा!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K9ISBTgCjWo&t=82s

Prey by Michael Crichton - A Book Review

“They didn't understand what they were doing.

I'm afraid that will be on the tombstone of the human race.”

Introduction:
GENRE: Science Fiction
AUTHOR: Michael Crichton
PAGES: 507
YEAR OF PUBLISH: 2002

For those of you who are not very familiar with the genre and are wondering from where have you heard the name of Crichton, I have only two words for you which are enough to introduce and give you a fair amount of idea who this brilliant writer is - 'JURASSIC PARK'! Yeah, that's right! That great Spielberg movie which created such a sensation and sprang to be on the favourite list of people of all ages, came out from the pen of Michael Crichton in 1983. The readers may be surprised to know that this book was considered to be made into a movie but apparently the story - it's concept was so frightening at the time that they feared it can induce mass panic and protests. (Personally, when I read this book a few years back it swept away the ground beneath my feet - it instantly sucked me in with it's brilliant storyline and impeccable & quite simple-to-understand writing of Crichton)

But it does not mean that Jurassic Park, as awesome as it is to read, in any way overshadows Prey. Prey has a life of it's own. It is also one of the best books of Michael Crichton up there with Jurassic Park, Congo, The Andromeda Strain, etc. The book contains one of the most interesting themes for a science fiction enthusiast - Nanotechnology. Of course, since this book was released, there have been miles and miles of advancement in this field, but the way Crichton weaves the story surpasses the belief that it will be 'backward' compared to today's advancements. Hence it might not be wrong to say that his vision was far beyond his years. Unlike hard sci-fi authors like Greg Egan or Stephen Baxter Crichton aimed his science writing at the layman and this is probably the secret of his huge commercial success. 13 of his books have been adapted into movies.

Summary:

So let's get back to Prey. The protagonist of our story, Jack Foreman is a house maker who was shown the door by the organisation he faithfully worked for called 'Media Tronics' when he discovered an internal scandal involving the owner of the organisation itself. He is an experienced professional whose work was to manage and build computer programs which were based upon the behaviour of animals in nature. This was in context to the development of nanoparticles and robotics. Jack had a large experience building AI programs based upon the behaviour of animals in the animal kingdom, in particular, the predators in the animal kingdom. This was because the predators are driven towards achieving their goal i.e., hunting, and could change tact according to different circumstances.
Jack lived with his wife and 3 children in a suburban home. His wife was employed in a company called Xymos, was working on a 'hush-hush' type Pentagon project and was frequent to a classified facility in the middle of Nevada desert. She was often late and sometimes did not return home at all. She became aloof, short-tempered and took little or too much interest in her children's lives. Her behaviour was becoming erratic from her usual self for Jack. It was then he started suspecting that Julia might be having an affair, only if he had known at that time that the truth was more daunting and scary. Jack consulted a friend of his who's a lawyer and with his advice he started being on a lookout to gather any solid proof to confirm his wife's affair. So far, he was not successful. Meanwhile strange things starts happening in his house. An mp3 player suddenly malfunctions, one of the kids, Amanda, develops inexplicable illness which clears up equally inexplicably as soon as the doctors put her under an MRI scanner. Julia doesn’t help—she’s hardly ever home now; Jack sees her driving back to work on the day of one of his kid's birthday in her car which showed a silhouette of a man sitting with her who was not there in the car before. Now, he’s convinced she’s seeing someone else. His wife's behaviour was becoming more erratic but so far there was no sign of any affair. It was then that his wife dropped the bomb on him.

One night Julia returns late at night and asks Jack to watch a recorded video. He agrees. The video shows his wife making a presentation with a man lying down on a stretcher. She goes on to explain in the video that Xymos has created micro cameras which behaves as a swarm and can penetrate the tiny blood vessels in the heart of a human body which opens up many possibilities in the medical field. But towards the end of the book it is found that the US Military has taken over the project and is trying to weaponize it by researching it in a desolate facility located in Nevada where Julia spends most of her time.

Fast forward, Jack runs into one of his former colleague who invites him back and that is when Jack gets to know that he is indirectly involved in this success too. His work in "distributed parallel processing or agent-based programs" is being used and Xymos is working with Jack's former company and is using Jack's old team on the site as Xymos is using some of that programming to get the nano-things to work together. Jack heads out to Nevada, where he learns that some of the micro-machines have apparently escaped from the facility and they've started acting on their own. And they're out of control. These machines seems to be adapting and learning as time passes on and to make matters worse, they are multiplying! They have solar panels to work using solar energy so there is no way to turn them off manually and they are not responding to any of the programming commands. They can form swarms and made by using the Prey program - they are hunting! Crichton terrifies the reader who is a fan of science fiction, especially the one who has a decent knowledge about science, by another of his idea about how these micro-machines are multiplying which. It's by producing them using the biological process of multiplication of bacteria - E-Coli in various chambers of the tanks and stabilizing them.

Towards the end, it turns out that Julia is completely infected and the swarm has completely taken over her. She goes on to infect all the others in the facility but Jack catches her and fights back. He finally figures out how to become immune by swallowing a virus which attacks the bacteria through which the machines were being produced. Jack escapes the facility through the backup helicopter that arrives leaving Julia and others infected in the facility as the plant overheats and explodes due to methane built up because Jack had disabled the vents. Jack flies away knowing fully well that Julia was the one responsible for everything that happened. He gives a dose of the virus to the children to protect and kill any traces of the machines that might be remaining.

Conclusion:

The novel terrified a lot of readers. It is gripping, thriller and laced with the signature Crichton stupefyingly brilliant story making through the most weirdest of theories that just might point in the right direction in actual research. Rumor has it that this novel infuriated many citizens in the U.S. who even protested against any research and development that was being done in the field of AI and nano-tech, making Crichton extremely famous once again establishing him as a novelist in Sci-fi genre whom we are not likely to forget for a long long time. We will go back and keep reading his works, partly for the mad, brilliant ideas and partly because of the thrill packed in them through his characters.

The Cloud's Flight

‘Pittar-pattar’ the rain drops fall,
From the clouds, its journey small,
towards the earth, smelling fresh.
It falls on the moor beyond that lifeless stream
where darker shadows loom in moonlight beams.

The drops form the pond,
Smaller, bigger; growing in bond
Falling in pit with each other,
Unity’s armour they donned.
Dark clouds gather above, they grow in size,
After joining one another, in lows and highs.

The earth was still before,
A crater in place,
Laying in the summer heat,
Barren, a hopeless space.
The clouds roamed above,
Proud and dark,
When nature taught it, a lesson stark.
Hidden inside is perspiration so wet,
It can wash away the troubles
of that forlorn pit and bless.
The cloud gurgles, it booms above,
The rain falls down, towards the ground,
So fast they fall, as if in love.
They bind together and form that stream,
That quenches the thirst, Of everyone in need.
And that pond too, which is formed,
Gave life to the earth, after that storm.

The clouds may grumble,
But none pay heed,
For it is also smiling and bright,
Not desolate or dark indeed.

It soars now quickly, boundless in the sky,
Watching the earth below Flourish,
a small heaven on the nigh’.
Heading towards another it gathers inside the life,
Some other place so desolate, so full of strife.
To end that pain it travels to another land,
Regardless of the boundaries created by man.

A Fool still in Love

Every time and again you love me, you say,

I light up then, like a warm summer's day.

In the minutes that come,

I am like a kid,

so full of joy and having fun.

That fun is so much more than you think,

it is blissful, joyous, serene, cheery, sprightly, exuberant.

I pop a smile and I dream,

sitting alone of what the life with you could be.

I start weaving those memories of the future,

scenarios of love playing over and over.

Then I stop!

And suddenly the past comes back,

of what you had always done to me,

practically, stabbed me in the back.

I wonder! Will this time it will be different?

The next day comes and here we are again,

in the same place we always attain.

I lay fallen wretched, in despair,

while you find something else for you to entertain.

And then again, you put me to recycle, repair,

come when bored, to use me as a spare.

No more, I say!

And once again I leave,

with fresh wounds on my heart,

learning to forget, yearning to heal.

And you come again,

again the same cycle begins,

playing on my feelings,

so lovelorn in your dealings,

that me, a fool still in love, fall again.

What is and how to get out of the Social Media trap - My Facebook Theory of 3 strikes and the subtle art of not giving a f**k

(Have you ever felt a sudden urge to open social media and try to make a new friend? Or have you ever felt a sudden pang of loneliness even though you have people around you?)

Hi all,

So what I am about to tell you is my 'subtle art of not giving a fuck' using which you can find who's good for you and who's not (if you are adamant that you are going to use social media anyway) and how you can not let social media affect your well-being. This is applicable on facebook and other social media sites.

So, let's begin.

Okay, so we are all aware about the use of social media and its disadvantages. The so many researchers and psychologists have already pointed them out to us, and there are so many reasons! According to a report of the study conducted by the University of Pennsylvania in Nov 2018, use of social media increases depression and loneliness in individuals along with increasing anxiety and decreasing self-esteem. According to another report in early 2019, psychologists found that social media makes people's behavior to become apathetic towards others, making them self-centered. On introspection you will find this to be quite true. Even if this is not completely applicable to you because you are not a constant user of social media or you do not feel the compulsive urge to take a picture every hour or every day and post it to Instagram of yourself or what you are doing, on thinking about it you will find that this makes perfect sense for the people who do this i.e., you can see how this is applicable to them because the act of updating every little thing on social media marks the psyche of having a need to tell the world what they are doing which in turn shows the self-centeredness of that individual. This shows that slowly and steadily their nature of behavior changes to being selfish - not caring about anyone else but feeling a constant need to satisfy oneself in terms of social validation in social media and real life. This behavior is worrisome especially when the majority of the population on social media is between 12 to 22 years of age.

Try to imagine this, you like a girl so naturally you want to talk to her to get to know her, so you send her a friend request, she accepts. Now you send her a message - you say hello- and await for her reply. She sees your message but does not reply anything back. How do you feel? You feel neglected (I know I have felt that way), even abandoned in some cases. If you take a good look at your account, you will find that out of so many of your 'friends' spanning from hundreds to thousands, you actually know a very few of them, fewer in real life. And this is where my method come in. So, my theory is that the people in your friend list must justify that they are your 'friends' because what is the use of having people in your friend list with whom you have never even had a conversation or who will never come out to help you when you are really in need in real life. What use is keeping such people in your list? It is like doing 'Lean Management' of social media. What is the use of keeping people who cannot add value or contribute in any way to your growth in life (Getting likes on your pics or a mere display of number of the amount of friends in your friend list is Not adding value).

In order to achieve this what I do is I open my friend list and I check how many people do I know and with how many I had a conversation with. The rest I remove from my friend list. Simple, huh? Well, not for the type of people I mentioned in the beginning. It is like quitting alcohol for an alcoholic or like quitting cigarette for a chain smoker. They experience a satisfaction due to their approval seeking behavior and that is how they validate themselves by the amount of likes they get or the increasing numbers in their friend list.

Now this piece of advice is for guys only:
So guys, you remember when your request was approved by a very cute girl and you sent her a message but she never gave any response even after seeing your message? Let me break something to you, if you ever see a girl's account (Oh yes, I have seen) what you'll find is that just like you there are hundreds of other guys who behaved just like you did. So, what to do? What I do is when I see a girl whom I don't really know to be online, I say hello. If there is no response then just move on and the next time I see her online, I again say hello. I do this 3 times in total - 3 strikes! If after that there is no reply, I simply send her an additional message telling her that I am removing her (and not in the angry, egotistical way) and I remove her. What happened was that you tried getting to know a new person but since there was no response, it was like talking to a wall. So instead of sulking over it and enabling the social media to develop that same habit of seeking approval in you (which will gradually and silently metamorph into the psyche I mentioned above) and subsequently feeling sad about it, what you did was you nipped that habit in the bud by letting the attachment for that unknown person go. So in your subconscious mind, you simply didn't gave a f**k about it. Make sense?

So, what are your thought about this? Agree or disagree? Let me know in the comments below.

The Poet

Is a poet not a poet unless he is known?
Or unless his name, upon the carcass of a tree,
Blinding, in golden letters beautifully shone?
Is he not someone, to lead with might,
and raise a din of soundless voice,
to address every whim in the world's plight?
It is said, 'The pen is mightier than the sword'
Or sometimes it may be so true,
For a humble poet writes and stays,
to his intentions, sincere and in lieu.

Travelling down your memory lane

How do I begin to tell you

of how I feel about you?

I found you out of the blue,

when I was down, thought I was through.

I miss what we had,

it was just months ago,

and I will forever cherish that time spent,

precious, before we had to go.

I had no idea at that time,

that my heart will become so close to thine.

It still is, though I am alone, again,

travelling down your memory lane.

The life with my sister

 

Hey Dear Sister,

Warning: Not limited to just praises. LOL.

It does not seem so long ago that we were fighting and bickering over who gets the remote of the television so that we can watch our favourite programs when I visited you to get away from all the craziness of Engineering college only to land in yours. Which consisted of constant differences in our opinions. You with a flexible and fun loving view of leading life and me with a stoic and a rigid view filled with rules to be followed for every small thing. Or shall I say, me with a very introverted nature and you with an extrovert nature. It certainly was no picnic for me. Then there were disagreements, there were our fights, our wrestling for the T.V. remote and, though less frequent, asking for your pretty friends phone numbers (*smile). In other words, you were the complete opposite of me. I had been exasperated, resigned, infuriated, confused, bewildered and very annoyed at times.

And now, you are married. You have become a woman, a wife, a source of inspiration and a beloved partner of someone - his constant companion in everything in this tumultuous journey of life. And let me tell you it is still not easy for me, au contraire, it is now more difficult because now I do not remember the times that I have been angry at you, fought with you or secretly ate the portion of the chocolate that was supposed to be for you (*grin). No! Now all these things seems so petty that they do not matter to the least.

In fact, what appears to be real and what appeals now most to the soft and delicate part of my nature are the memories of you putting cool wraps on my head during high fever, or reminding me in almost a scolding way to take my medicine which I got from Red Cross Hospital,  or making maggi for yourself but still sharing with me a portion of it, or going out to eat at - 'Sagar Gere' or 'Dominos' or whatnot restaurants there were - with me in the evenings, or making macroni for me which you know is my favourite only when you make it, or patiently listening to me ranting about the evil deeds of my ex-girlfriend, etc. the list goes on and on. Everything matters now, every small little thing that appeared to be trivial at that time now holds a certain emotion with it. And that's how life goes on, happiness and good memories happen by the accumulation of small things in life, so never miss them. Also, in addition to that, the most important thing in any relationship, more than love itself, is Respect for each other, rest everything follows. This is a little piece of advice that I give you with all my love for in the beginning of this grand and awesome journey you two are going to embark upon together.

I do not know how many times we will be able to meet in the future, we both are going to be very busy from this point forth. So, I wanted to take this opportunity to tell you what all this meant to me, what you mean to me (I am getting a little teary-eyed here, silly old me). You are my little sister after all. I may now open the gate of your home when I visit Bhopal and not meet with the shrill  yet warm with concern greeting of yours that "You're here". You are beginning a new journey in your life, a journey you may find gratifying to an extent that it may translate into the "meaning of life". Congratulations!

Love you sister!

Love,
Anshu

P.S.: I will still disturb you sometimes with my poetries being published and anything new I write.

P.P.S.: Give my greetings to Abhimanyu and wish him my best.

Divine

Love is divine,

Or the divine is love.

As the only truth that exists,

As the ecstacy that persists.

Immortal, of the irremovable signs,

A story of past, yet divine.

Waiting

Upon that bench alone he sits,

along with him sits a few misfits.

Heartache and pain,

coupled with unbounded love infused in his every grain.

Twisting & turning,

they take him about,

onto a journey riddled with doubt.

He knows not where, which way to turn,

to rid himself of these incineration and burns.

Memories of love puts a salve on the burn,

yet another misfit arrives - feelings of yearn.

And so return again like fire after rain,

the same feelings of heartache and pain.

He waits for her to come back soon,

that same person before who left his home.

With whom he envisioned a lifetime together,

with whom he was closer than ever,

Yet he sits there - she does not arrive,

was she real or his imagination alive?

She who penetrated his innermost wall,

she whom he trusted like he never trusted anyone at all.

Still, he sits there, tranquil, abating,

journeying with those misfits, yearning and waiting.