Dawn After Dusk

Why me? The most frequent question that occurs in everyone's mind some time or the other. It may be asked by you to yourself when you are hurt either because of bad grades or when you lose someone you love or when a relationship gets over.Well here I have the answer to this question.

If each and every person in the world goes around thinking why him or her, where will all the problems of the world go?So to solve this problem, the problem goes to the person whom God loves the most.Confused?? Don't be. You because God wants you to know what being relaxed means. You because God wants you to experience utter enjoyment. You because He wantes you to feel eternal bliss. And you because God wants you to know what life really is. How would you really know what torture is if you never had any relaxation? How would you know what grief is when you haven't been through eternal bliss? God is never partial. He gives you everything in life so that you know how each feeling feels. You question God time to time and tell Him your problems. But have you ever thought if problems wouldn't have been there your life would have been completely unfeeling. And every problem comes with a solution. There is no lock in this world which comes without a key to it. Its just like every night is followed by dawn. Its like the darkest hour of night comes just before the sun is about to sprout. Even nature follows this phenomenon, when an old leaf goes yellow, or pale, or red, it falls making the way clear for a new leaf to come. This  life is a game of good and bad. You have to know what extreme pain is to know what extreme joy means. 

And I would conclude it all by a very famous line : 

 

                             "If winter comes, can spring be far behind"

Music Till The Very End.....

Music melts all the separate parts of the body together – Anais Nin

Music is an integral part of life. It is the sound a deaf can hear, the language a dumb can speak, the tune a cripple can dance to and a world a blind can see. It is that part of our memory that never gets erased from the mind. It is the glue which binds two souls together. Music is the medicine for a broken heart. Music is what feelings sound like. Music is our own experience, our thoughts and our wisdom.

Music is not just the song that you probably hear on the radio or in a movie or somewhere else, it is something which is defined in each person’s life differently. For an infant his mother’s voice is the sole music, for a kid joy is music, for a teenager blossoming love is music, for a teacher knowledge is music, for a professional his job is music, for a businessman money is music, for an aesthetic nature is music, for a poet silence is music, for a loner solitude is music, for a devotee God is music, for a musician every little sound is music and for a dying man every breath is a melody. Music is the poetry of the air. There is music in the air, music all around us, the world is full of it and we simply take as much require it. Without music life is bound to be a mistake for it washes away from soul the dust of everyday life. Music produces a kind of pleasure which human nature cannot do without.

Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart. – Henry Ward

Music is a universal language, which is understood by all living beings. Music is a language with no grammar, no rules, no syllables yet so perfect. It is the language of the heart, it commences where speech ends. Music expresses that which cannot be said and that which cannot be buried in silence. Music of some kind or other is present for every situation. It soothes the soul when you are sad, it provides strength when you are lonely and bounded by fear, it is the expression of love when somehow right words do not come out of your throat. Music is the outburst of the soul. When you are bereft of all pleasures in this world music gives you that which no other thing can give. Some music is present in the core of every being’s heart, there is no person in this world who hates or refrains from music. Music is the ultimate genius of God.

Where words fail, music speaks. – Hans Christen Anderson

Life remains incomplete without music. Nature itself produces music in the form of sounds from waterfalls, the night sky, the birds and the mountain valleys. And as Oscar Wilde says “Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memory.”

In the end I would like to quote my favourite lines:

“You’d better slow down

Don’t dance so fast

Time is short

The music won’t last

Life is not a race

Do take it slower

Hear the music

Before the song is over”

Yeh Hai Mumbai Meri Jaan

                   3 days; 3 days of utter devastation, pain, agony and inevitable prayers.On Thursday morning I woke up to the frightened screams of millions.Some shouted because they were in danger, some because someone they knew was in danger and some because the human specie was in danger.I; instead had anger in my eyes.....anger towards those unmasked animals who took the lives of hundereds.I wonder, who has the powere, more than God, who trained these monsters how to blow up the lives of thousands in just one go.All these days I have been reading the names of the unsung heroes, who shed their innocent lives in the last 3 days.Hemant Karkare, Ashok Kamte, Vijay Salaskar, Gajendra Singh, Sandeep Unnikrishnan and the list could go on forever.I see their families on the T.V., crying with eyes full of hope; that it might be, that my son or my husband or my father would wake up smiling, syaing that 'I was only pretending.'But hopes diminish once the fire ignites on the pyre.I salute the martyrdom of all the people and I applaud the killing of terrorists.Sometimes I just wished that if only these terrorists were sliced one by one, feeling the same pain that all those families of the dead are bearing right now.But what use??These bullies themselves want to die.

                   The captions in the newspapers that I have been reading lately; 'Warfront Mumbai' and 'Mumbai Under Siege', somehow just swipes the image of Mumbai - Mayanagri [City of Dreams] to Mumbai - Mrityunagri [City of Death].People are shouting on politicians why they couldn't do anything.I ask a different question; why couldn't WE do anything?Do we sit in our homes forever fearing that if I go out I might just die?Or shall we step out and show those cowards who pretend to be brave, just by taking control over hotels, that, we still don't care, no matter how much they try to scare us..!!

                  The entire incident stabbed me in my heart.Why?Why always an innocent being has to die?Why can't we stop all this?Why do we always go weak in our knees before terrorism?Why don't we have enough power to stand through death?Some questions will always remain unanswered......

                 But after all this catastrophe, there was one good thing to see on the streets of Bombay.All the Mumbaikars coming out of their houses to pay a tribute to the martyrs.This shows the spirit of Mumbai.After all Yeh Hai Mumbai Meri Jaan......

हर तरफ एक लालिमा सी है छाई

समझ नहीं आता ये खून है या सूरज की परछाई

हर तरफ एक अँधेरा सा है फैला 

समझ नहीं आता ये रात है या घर का बुझा हुआ दिया

कही दूर एक शहनाई बज रही है

पता नहीं शादी का जशन है या मौत की झंकार बज रही है

कही कोई एक बच्चा रो रहा है 

पता नहीं जन्मा है या अपने माँ बाप की मृत्यु का रोना रो रहा है

हर आँख से अश्रुधारा सी बह रही है

शायद ख़ुशी का भाव है या दुखो की बाड़ आ रही है

हर तरफ धुआं उठ रहा है

शायद दिल में भड़की हुई ज्वाला है या आतंक का धुआं उड़ रहा है

सभी लोग आज सड़को पर आ रहे है

पता नहीं जोश की लहर है या शोक मन रहे है 

सभी लोग आज एक गीत गा रहे है

कभी वन्दे मातरम् तो कभी जन-गण-मन गा रहे है....