an optimist with an umbrella

I am writing this blog for me and people like myself. The so called low people, low on confidence and energy. Those who want to achieve something but don't know the exact protocol or are deficient in pre requisite of the protocol. From past few days I am not at all well and giving all my time to my bed. Pain and sufferings have surrounded me, I am feeling alone in-spite of having God around me, yes my mother. She is doing everything to make me well again. This time I don't know how to thank her, anyone please let me know. In class 10th my class teacher Mrs Goswami wrote a thought on black board, it read "GOD MADE MOTHERS BECAUSE HE CAN'T BE EVERY TIME EVERYWHERE. At that time I couldn't understand that quote well but when the hell broke loose upon me the confusion vanished. See I deviated from my aim to write this blog , so we were talking about negativity, a lot of discussion has already been done one this, a lot of great men prescribed positivism as its cure this we all know .What we don't know is the way to be positive, but you google it I am sure you will find many but I don't know why that ways don't work for people like me. We are always like that. I don't know where to go. In present scenario all people have answers but I am looking for the man who has the courage to admit that he simply doesn't know..

Wizard Of The Nation..

If today God asks me whether I want to become the next incarnation of Lord Vishnu or to be Indian skipper Mahendra Singh Dhoni, I would select M.S.Dhoni because I think incarnation of Lord Vishnu may make mistake but Dhoni can't. I want to add a new sun sign "Dhoni" to the existing twelve. And people born in this sun sign will have all the qualities of Dhoni. Yes all as I don't think he has any bad trait and my dear friend if you think so than you must have 100 crores rupees in spare because you might loose them to him. Luck of Dhoni has always shined like northern star, whatever he touches turns to gold. Isn't it amazing I daily have to touch the hand rails of metro and buses. Take an instance from today's India Pakistan match, Dhoni takes the coin in his hand and tosses it, his counterpart says "head" the coins listens to his call but obeys the order of Dhoni's luck. That's jackpot man!. Why it happened?. If you don't believe me take an example of champions trophy final 2013 India versus England, ishant Sharma was serving as a horse on which England was riding towards the victory. Everyone wanted to kill him but Dhoni again handed the ball to him. We said now the game is over but the horse took two wickets in his over and the result you all now. I mean how you do this?, if this is a magic trick then dhoni you are not a magician you are wizard. You make Misbah ul haq play a stupid shot in the last over of a T20 final and you make the trophy your asset. You make it look so simple. And your best magic comes here you score below average runs in world cup 2011 and in the final game you finishes off in style slamming the ball into the crowd. You are talented no doubt but why this talent comes at the end?, yes it is good, but why only in situations where heroes are born?. Why you didn't score in other matches?. You take rest for a tournament and the team loses. I just love you. I don't know is it luck or something else. But whatever it is for me its magic. Lastly Mr. Dhoni if you have any problem with this article please order me to shut it as I don't have 100 crores!

A MUSLIM OF हिन्दुस्तान

Om Bhuur-Bhuvah Svah

Tat-Savitur-Varennyam |

Bhargo Devasya Dhiimahi

Dhiyo Yo Nah Pracodayaat ||

No, I did not copy this gayatri mantra from Google. My favorite story, Ramayana. My favorite TV serial, Mahabharata. I am acquainted with all of its detail by heart. The sweets of holi make my mouth wet. And I still burn firecrackers in diwali (just the rocket. I am aware of the pollution thing). After all this said let me tell you that I am a practicing Muslim and I offer 5 times prayer daily. Many a times in his life time a Muslim is questioned about his identity and is interrogated about his patriotism. Not mentioning the person asking such questions is of course an imbecile. Before proceeding to the answers I would like to give some clips of my life. For the starting 18 years of my life I lived at place with a big hanuman temple some few steps ahead. I woke up in the morning, I played and I did my homework listening to the bhajans and song. And let me tell you that I loved them. As I am out of that place right now I miss those evenings and morning full of beautiful tones and bhajan. The facts are not being exaggerated.
Scientists and doctors in the western world are discovering new things and inventing ways to fight diseases but we are still fighting to build a temple and a mosque. There are a vast number of mosques and temple in India.
"...The whole Earth has been made a mosque and pure for me… ” sahih Bukhari
These are the words of Prophet Muhammad PBUH. Do you need one more mosque or some education? Think over it.
Let us flip the coin. You want to build a Ram mandir to make him happy. I doubt, do you really know the character of Ram? Would he be happy on destroying mosque to build temple.
Let us not indulge in such acts and work for the betterment of our nation. Islam is not what ISIS and Boko Haram is doing. Islam condemns killing strictly.
Whoever kills a soul unless for a soul or for corruption [done] in the land - it is as if he had slain mankind entirely? And whoever saves one - it is as if he had saved mankind entirely.
Quran 5: 32
The first verse of the quran to be bestowed upon the prophet , contains the word ‘pen’
“…Who taught by the pen,”
Quran 96 :4
The Quran contains a chapter in the name of pen
Surah al Qalam (chapter no 68)
Its essential for all Muslims to educate him to such a level that he can differentiate between right and wrong. Education is as compulsory on you as is namaz. It’s high time we must understand the importance of education.
The only reason behind every riot is lack of education and to be easily influenced by anyone who is a good orator.
My religion does not prohibit me to befriend any non Muslim. My religion says if your neighbor is bothered by your actions, you are not a Muslim. When I donate money to a beggar I do not check out his religion. I do not ask her name before giving my seat to an old woman. Who is Muslim, who is Hindu , let us move out of this question.
I would like to conclude by these lines.
Masjid to hui hasil humko, khali Imaan gawa baithe.

Mandir ko bachaya lad-bhid kar, khali Bhagwan gawa baithe...

Dharti ko humne naap liya, Hum chand sitaron tak pahuche, kul kaynaat ko jeet liya,

khali Insaan gawa baithe

Malaysian Airlines MH370

Thermonuclear astrophysics , time travel , black holes : these words are so damn fascinating. We endeavor to unleash the abstruse secrets of the unseen. But still we are so paralyzed against the natural forces. There are uncountable number of examples where we have been proven just as equivalent to a toddler trying catch the stars. The simple truth is he cant. Latest archetype being Malaysian airlines MH370. Can you believe, we failed badly finding a plane of colossal dimensions on our home planet. Well i am a very negligible entity where countries like China and USA are involved. But let me take you to the mind of two people : one sitting in that plane and the other in Malaysia waiting eagerly for any news.
 THE ONE BOARDING THE PLANE :- That night he did not sleep or rather he was not able to sleep. Because every time he covered the eye with the super-cilium , the same anticipation came rushing to his brain which opened the way for a new estuary to flow down his cheeks. "Who will take care of my mother. I must not leave her. But then where will the money come from . How will i pay for the operation." He got up from the bed to assure if his mother was in sleep or not. He kept standing there for a while. She was the person who devoted her entire life to him. Being a single parent the burden was double. Now the estuary has turned into a flooding river. He sat near the feet of his mother , lowered his head and took hold of her heavenly feet . He closed his eyes. He did not know exactly when the sleep embraced him. Just resting your head on a mothers feet can do such a charm. It was time to leave now. He still dint want to go. The same age old war between heart and mind , logic and love. But here logic has to overcome love. " passengers boarding the plane MH370 report at the check-in " . His heart beat was thrust-ed by the release of adrenaline . He was putting an increased effort to breath normally, pleading his eyes to wait for few more seconds before letting it go. It was very hard for him to take hold of that document briefcase now. He put on his goggles for some cover. But lost to the human-ness . Just as he turned away from his mother he broke up. But succeeded in his promise of not shedding tears in front of his mother. His mind was continuously presenting facts and the result of this action to calm the heart and it succeeded also. Its very easy to falsify your heart. Just after two hours of flight , an emergency announcement was made " passengers are requested to put on their oxygen masks and seat belt . The plane has encountered some problem ". His worst fear flooded his mind. Will i be able to see my mother again. How will she pay for the medicine. Who will take her to the doctor. Will he be able to sleep in her lap again. There was nothing he can do now. He took a paper and wrote something on it and put it in his pocket. The pilot himself came to announce this time " its over now. No possibility left for safe landing. We have to crash land the plane in Indian ocean." you know what is it like to be informed that you are gonna die. Your complete life flashes in your head in seconds. Every thing you did , everyone you love. He was not sad because it was over. He was sad for the helplessness of his mother. She would not be able to hear this news. The time came. Blue Waters was everywhere. The impact was so hard for everyone but for him it was nothing. He knew the wait to meet his mother will not be very long. Every part of the plane broke into pieces. There was that piece of paper also floating , written on that " please don't skip your medicines mom , your son " . The man knew that paper will not reach up-to his mother and it didn't.
 HIS MOTHER :- Frightened by the very cogitation of living without her son , that night was very hard for her to pass. She was just changing positions from right to left to right. There was no one by her side to share the pain. She just wanted to embrace him as she did when he first took his breath in the world. She heard something in the corridor and closed her eyes swiftly. It was her son standing there at the door. After a while he came close and sat near her feet. It was very hard to control now. She covered her face with one hand as in sleep. He slept after some time in that very position. She did not sleep the whole night as to accidentally wake up his son. She stood at the entry looking at her child. Thinking of stopping him " son please don't go ". But knew it would just make things worst. So she controlled emotions which were forcing to hug her child till eternity. " passengers boarding the plane MH370 report at the check-in ". Her blood pressure was at peak though it was very bad for her health. But the promise of not crying in front of each other was barring her. She knew his son was also putting efforts to do the same. She broke up as he turned , came down to her knees. She knew he would not turn now. The salty water made way through the face and down to the soil. But before this drop of tear touched the ground the angels around her and in the heaven dropped their tears and it touched the ground before hers in the form of rain. They knew what the future was. BREAKING NEWS - MH370 went off the radar. Just as this news flashed . The white angel of death knocked on her door. Its harshly painful to loose someone dear . But imagine the condition of people who still don't know where their loved ones are. Someone's brother ,someone's son ,someone's father ,someone's friend. We can just pray to the lord to give them patience. 

The Guy Who Made The Angels Wait..

The last bullet entered his flesh, finally meeting her sisters and the disciplined blood ooze out to felicitate their meeting. The uniform was rejoicing the divine bathing. This uniform made the angles and their heaven wait for so long and finally God getting ready for the meeting with the brave. The man of steel tried to make paradise wait further but the the limitations of human body exceeds his soul's strength. He is one of the few individuals who cry while going to the heaven. His last words entitle him with the word martyr, he asked the mother land for apology for his short tenure of service. After filling the hell, angles get the honor of taking his soul to the paradise. At his funeral his coffin gets wrapped with the tricolor, the spokes aligned in such a direction that it seems they have joined the saluting regime. The sound of the salute firing seems so melodious as if the armory is singing the good bye song. After few days his mother receives his belongings , the first privileged thing is his uniform as it gets the opportunity to feel those hands which have nourished the steel body . The dam of strength breaks apart which  hold gallons of tears. She noticed the cap and feels it, it was like the hairs of her son which she used to comb. The badges and medals reminds her of his school days. Then she spends hours talking to him, understanding his feelings through a window named diary. The sentence "I love you mom" serves as a mirror of his love . The great soul resting in God's lap seeing this gets restless and asks God to send him to wipe her tears. But God explains the laws of nature to him. The mother sits with her eyes closed so that she can close the window of nostalgia. The only reward she gets is the title of martyr's mother in exchange of both red and transparent fluid. 

A Father To Teachers

"You had a problem why my daughter laughs a lot. Please permit me to mention here that now her unfortunate father is searching for her lost smile for the last few months." Rahul Verma writes an open letter to the teachers of his daughter. Read full text here:
http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/home/ opinion/edit-page/An-open-letter-to-the- teachers-of-my-daughter/articleshow/ 32374884.cms?utm_source=faceboo k.com&utm_medium=referral
SOURCE- THE TIMES OF INDIA

Little Bit Happiness

Getting two candies in a single pack of alpenleibe , finding a long lost coin underneath a bed , feeling like the king of word after answering a simple question in class , finishing the class work before your pals. Well , as you all would have figured out these are very diminutive episodes of our life but having a high impact on our daily lives. I chose to call them ' choti choti khushiyaan' . So by definition these are those occurrences in our day to day life which last for only a few seconds and are ignored by most of us. But for some cheerful folks these makes us happy as a kid. As for me and those who choose to give life a closer look. They are able to enjoy those minute things which gives them a healthy break from our fast and competitive lives. Here are some of those choti choti khushiyaan- two chicks on finding out the fact that they are dressed up in same color. Lending someone your assignment to copy. Grabbing two extra pieces of cake in a birthday party. Giving ur seat to a beautiful girl in a metro thinking that she will ask for your number. There are lots and lots of events happening in our individual lives. Life gives everyone chances to smile. It is upon you whether you are taking your life too seriously and afterwards blaming it on the cruelty of life . Yeah ! I choose to smile when the rain drops fall on my hair rather than making faces and grunting. I choose to smile giving my place to an old lady . I choose to be happy giving a beggar some bugs. I choose to smile when that mad woman comes to me and ask for tea. Let me tell you the secret of a happy life. Adopt the phrase ' choti choti khushiya ' and then try giving life a smile. Yea yea i know some of you would say , " come on ! It will make us look mad" . I am not asking to every little heck of a thing. But do smile. I give my smile to that rainbow which smiles in the sunny sky after the rains. I also try forming that vibgyor reflection on my lab desk and then showing to everyone ," hey look its a rainbow " to this one of my friends replies ," huh! Choti choti khushiyaan " . I also smirk in return and then we both give our medicinal chemistry a hard laugh. (Sorry sir) :) Mark