A Intangible Story

Saliently walking through the lonely roads, trying to hide my tears in the chilly rustling droplets of water; I was trying to catch my breath as I felt the uncontrollable pain deep inside my quivering heart, nothing else was responsive to me anymore, the only thing to feel was pain, pain and pain and that too in it's intensified form.

Why she had to leave me alone when I needed her at most in my life??

I didn't knew what had just happened, she was not into my life anymore and she had broken my heart into trillion's of pieces...

She knew how much I loved her, so how could she leave me alone?

Her thoughts made me weep until I chocked and fell down on the road.....

I was not able to feel the ground I had been lying on, as far as I could remember, I had chocked and fainted.

Rain suddenly had stopped as if someone had stopped the water supply, I continued to peek into the drowsy sky until I felt something being pierced into my heart.

When I opened my eyes after a while, two weeks had passed by and I found myself bedridden in the ICU.

I was hit by a vehicle and instantly brought down to the hospital. I asked for Akira but the Doctor said she couldn't survive over the accident.

Akira was no more....

A ride through the city...

It's common to travel by a auto in our day to day life in India, sometimes there are lessons you get taught, might not be the biggest one's but sufficient enough to make you realise the cheap mentality of people's you're been living with in the society.
Today, the city didn't appeared to be normal, seemed like it's on a halt. I heard someone say, a legislative minister is expected to visit soon so it was appearing to be a tough job to get back home due to the security patrolling, very few transportation means were accessible but I somehow managed to get one for myself.
 With seat capacity of normally 8 passengers; I was only the male other than the driver travelling with 7 other ladies; it's actually common though, I was busy typing something in my cellphone.
After sometime, I saw a girl running behind the auto with sets of bags, trying to stop the auto. I was able to sense the stress over her cute innocent face, it wasn't feasible though but I asked the driver to stop the auto so she could get inside.
The driver stopped the auto; said, there's no seat to the girl so she should sit right next to the driver. I sensed her unwillingness but she hopped on just then I got out of the auto and told the girl to take my seat.
She appeared puzzled and started looking towards the driver and other passengers, the driver with a different look (dirty/pervert) quickly started the vehicle and told me to take my seat and started moving the auto.
"She will be comfortable with the other girls there; I said to the driver."
The girl didn't got out, so I had no other option than to take my seat. Girls started bullying me and making fun of me. I didn't cared to hear what they wanted to say, the only thing I could think of was the girl was feeling uncomfortable sitting right next to the driver. Still I had 5 kms to travel but I decided to give up before i could reach my stoppage and leave the auto so that the girl could take my seat. I was about to stop the auto just then one lady who had been travelling with us asked the driver to stop the auto as it was her stoppage.
The girl instantly got out and came backside to take the seat. I sensed a relief on her face.
I realised that it was difficult for her to get inside due to her short height and lots of bags she was carrying. As I was seated near the exit door, I got out and offered my hand and helped the girl to get inside and manage herself comfortably.
Suddenly, there was a complete silence in the auto, the girls who were making fun of me earlier, suddenly had not a single word to utter.
"She wasn't my sister nor a friend but I did what was right at the time."
I too got inside the auto and continued my work that I had been doing lately. After a while of travel, it was my stoppage, so I got out and paid the driver and said "Sorry bhaiyya" and smiled and started walking away. Only one smile I saw before I left, it was the same girl.
Every body looked at me with a puzzled face but only three of us knew what was the sorry for...

Last words before the blood could shed: A Soldier's eternal thoughts...

The culture we have is richest among the all, it's the love and togetherness which we share, which we have and still has to happen.

It's the inner beauty which has brought us alive even after thousand's of years of hardship like the reality of truth and aspiration which we have and still has to happen.

The attire and the stunningness of the inner beauty has brought us together yet once again like a love of a mother to her child, which we have and still has to happen.

Various types of blood stains had been shed by our hero's and it's the reality of truth of a son as a gift for her mother, which we have and still has to happen.

People might forget paths, disengage their thoughts but this eternal culture will still exist until the end, it's the reality of truth which we have and still has to happen.

No cunningness will work against land full of Chanakya's, we aspire and live together, it's the reality of truth, which we have and still has to happen.

Story of a true hero: Ravinder Kaushik

Ravindr Kaushik was a former RAW (Indian Intelligence Services) agent who was caught and jailed in Pakistan where he eventually took his last breath.
He was a famous theatre artist which was witnessed by some of the RAW official's. He was contacted and offered a job of being an undercover agent of India in Pakistan.
He was given extensive training in Delhi for two years. He underwent circumcision so he could pass as a muslim. He was taught urdu, given religious education and acquainted with the topography and other details about Pakistan.
In 1975, he was sent to Pakistan and given the name Nabi Ahmed Shakir.
He got into the Pakistan army as a civilian clerk and later on in military account's department. He converted himself to Islam and married a local girl Amanat, daughter of a tailor in one of the army units, and became father to a son.
From 1979 to 1983, while in jobs associated with the military, he passed on valuable information to RAW which was of great help to the Indian defense forces.
In September 1983, Indian intelligence agencies had sent a low level operative, Inyat Masih, to get in touch with Kaushik. But the agent was caught by Pakistan's intelligence agencies and revealed Kaushik's true identity. His cover was blown due to no fault of his own. He was caught only because Indian intelligence agencies did not maintain proper cut offs which are normally exercised by intelligence agencies.
He was disowned by RAW and the Indian authorities after being caught, as is the norm with under cover agent.
Kaushik was then captured, and tortured for two years at an interrogation centre in Sialkot. He was given the death sentence in the year 1985. His sentence was later commuted to a life term by the Pakistan Supreme court.
Kaushik was kept in various jails for 16 years, where he contracted Asthma and TB. He managed to secretly send some letters to his family in India, which revealed his poor health condition and the trauma faced by him in Pakistani jails.
On 26 July 1999, he succumbed to Pulmonary Tuberculosis and heart disease in New Central Jail Multan. He was buried behind that jail.

Diverted India

The Indian government itself is at hype to throttle the young minds and divert them to wrong indecisive paths, yet another inappropriate place where life is like a mere curse as in to exacerbate.

A land where an illiterate person becomes one of the state's head's no matter what means, it's matter of shame for the entire country that if the country's brightest minds has to salute to one who doesn't even know how to write his name.

If someone is diverted, it doesn't means that he is only the one to be made guilty, it's the society you live in. It's matter of shame for the entire society which produces an assassin. It's the surroundings and the situations which turns stinking mud to stainless steel, a person has to be responsible for his doing's.

The puerile Indian civilization is ply to another juvenile psyche, ISIS is a mere known to the people; assassination is yet to come. It's just a matter of fact that until entire system works on equality factor, there only will be the fake show-off while pertaining a hollowed youth.

To physically strengthen, one has to supplement with sufficient amount of nutritious foods similarly to withstand we need to perceive appropriate manner of means.
It's the "Reservation Quota", you're a king if you're into it or else another pity looser to be fooled by the euphorbiatic government. No matter how much you're determined for the country but rotten capabilitic politicians are always there trying to bagg some new means of money laundering.

What's wrong if someone threatens you to attempt some indecisive means??

It's the system which is hatred to everyone.

A country standing at 3rd position with the number of billionaires and top position at maximum number of engineers production; technology is still another dream. It's matter of shame for the country's government who's incapable of making use out of it.