Thursday, March 29, 2012
ME AND MY THOUGHTS: DONT WORRY......THIS DRAMA IS FOR FEW MINIUTS...
ME AND MY THOUGHTS: DONT WORRY......THIS DRAMA IS FOR FEW MINIUTS...: The State , The center and we intellectual all are just playing with our inner horror , just keep our fingers crossed that i...
ME AND MY THOUGHTS: chhaya mishra THE LIFE AND THE LOVE.The pain of...
ME AND MY THOUGHTS:
chhaya mishra THE LIFE AND THE LOVE.The pain of...: chhaya mishra THE LIFE AND THE LOVE. The pain of loosing dear one...... she was sick ,,suffering from cancer. The day she tested o...
chhaya mishra THE LIFE AND THE LOVE.The pain of...: chhaya mishra THE LIFE AND THE LOVE. The pain of loosing dear one...... she was sick ,,suffering from cancer. The day she tested o...
- chhaya mishra THE LIFE AND THE LOVE.
The pain of loosing dear one...... she was sick ,,suffering from cancer. The day she tested on the cancer , the day began our pain full journey. it was a horrible to pass time day by day, all eyes of ours wetting kept always..... mom is the word witch exits in not in human being but also in animals.....I was very sure that mum would be totally cured.....and so kept my inner talking to GRT GOD.. FOR HER SAFE LIFE...oNE DAY MOTher went for next test and it was positive of dangerous cancer. so mom did understand that she has to do all the big things and small things for her family and specially for children... so she started to make the understand that one day or in few day they will be left without her.. I was the first one to deny her all sweet talk and kept saying if ''you wont be here then there is no any point to leave us,,,,and this words I was reap ting till her final journey...Mamma was quite upset over the way fate had snatched her from her children slowly 2 ONE DAY PAPA Came from office in the middle of work and asked the mother t o get ready ,every one was surprised on dad s' behavior... why he was doing this to his work in his service record he was very disciplined officer,,who never took an extra leave to entertain his family.... ..but but father was bonded now mom s' love and her .absence in near future, so he must have planned to spend his more time with mom like us or every body.. that day we all went to ganga s' bank by a typical boat...taht day mama sung asong of our s' choice.witch she used to sing when we were too small...papa told her to sing a song like chham 2 baje payal mery from very old film but maamaa didn't..we all were not ready he pain loosing our mom s' departure one day.. all eyes of family members kept always running tears.. but whenever mother used to check it it was almost dry. .one day an idea struck into my mind that i have fight against cancer at the any cost to my not my only mom but save the the all who are suffering from this deadly decease and for whom who are suffering from the pain of loosing their dear one...I was dreaming about life after death and i wanted to work on both issue ...as on life after death and the it.s control over death...i new it very well that journey of my plan was not a very easy job,,but still i was determind to do this marvelous work... ,,for humanity and it's fragile world...
the day after attaining my research work which i wanded to my own work.the whole world was against for doing the resreach work on exp losing papulation. in the already crowded world with human and animals....
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Sunday, October 30, 2011
Chhaya Mishra
THE WORDS ARE STRUGGLING TO CHOOSE THEIR NAME FOR THEM SELF ,AS THEY FEEL THEY ALL HAVE BECOME MESS UP IN THE PROCESS OF INNER FITTING ABOVE NIL ISSUE SO THEY ARE BLAMING TO MIND FOR ALL THIS USELESS HAPPENING .THEY WANT A PERSISTING EXISTENCE FOR THEIR SURVIVAL..Like · · Share · a few seconds ago
By Chhaya Mishra · Friday
THE LIFE IS LIFE A DRY LEAF WHEN THE LEAF IS ALIVE WITH ITS GREEN GEL .THE TREE NEVER ABLE TO SHED THEM BUT WHEN THEY BECOME DRY THE TREE GOT THEM OUT OF HIS STRONG STONY BODY...SO WHEN YOU ARE CAPABLE OF EVERYTHING , ALL POWER ARE YOUR BUT IF NOT NO BODY CARES.....THIS THE TRUTH OF LIFE.....
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By Chhaya Mishra · 9 hours ago
Chhaya Mishra
THE WORDS ARE STRUGGLING TO CHOOSE THEIR NAME FOR THEM SELF ,AS THEY FEEL THEY ALL HAVE BECOME MESS UP IN THE PROCESS OF INNER FITTING ABOVE NIL ISSUE SO THEY ARE BLAMING TO MIND FOR ALL THIS USELESS HAPPENING .THEY WANT A PERSISTING EXISTENCE FOR THEIR SURVIVAL..Like · · Share · a few seconds ago
By Chhaya Mishra · 9 hours ago
Chhaya Mishra
THE WORDS ARE STRUGGLING TO CHOOSE THEIR NAME FOR THEM SELF ,AS THEY FEEL THEY ALL HAVE BECOME MESS UP IN THE PROCESS OF INNER FITTING ABOVE NIL ISSUE SO THEY ARE BLAMING TO MIND FOR ALL THIS USELESS HAPPENING .THEY WANT A PERSISTING EXISTENCE FOR THEIR SURVIVAL..Like · · Share · a few seconds ago
By Chhaya Mishra · 9 hours ago
Chhaya Mishra
THE WORDS ARE STRUGGLING TO CHOOSE THEIR NAME FOR THEM SELF ,AS THEY FEEL THEY ALL HAVE BECOME MESS UP IN THE PROCESS OF INNER FITTING ABOVE NIL ISSUE SO THEY ARE BLAMING TO MIND FOR ALL THIS USELESS HAPPENING .THEY WANT A PERSISTING EXISTENCE FOR THEIR SURVIVAL..Like · · Share · a few seconds ago
Monday, October 17, 2011
The broken words , the the brunt words , the preaching words and dyeing words.. which all are are beating and hurting me into my heart to come out through my voice, but I not not allowing them for this a dangers reaction..so I m forced to keep it and chewing them inside., I know I m not doing a fair judgement towards them but still .bound ..bound for to do this against words s' wish..At last they will melt into my running red blood resulting making it cancerous.they will throw me into a dead black and giant sea. so the both side of mirror is blunt and black. for me...O GOD where are you?could you save me from this fire? Allow me to speak the truths.
Friday, October 14, 2011
ME AND MY THOUGHTS: DONT WORRY......THIS DRAMA IS FOR FEW MINIUTS...
ME AND MY THOUGHTS: DONT WORRY......THIS DRAMA IS FOR FEW MINIUTS...: The State , The center and we intellectual all are just playing with our inner horror , just keep our fingers crossed that i...
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
DAUD IBRAHIM SHOULD BE HANGED TILL THE DEATH.
The new findings are coming out that most wanted criminal Daud Ibrahim is behind the Mumbay bomb blast again like 1993.. The THING IS MORE PAIN FULL... when we come to know that he is in PKISTAN WITH FULLY PROTECTION..We feel pity for Pkistan. I 'm sure Pkistan is not the main culprit , but its dependence on DAUD. THE COUNTRY IS FITTING WITH ITS HIS OWN ADOPTED VIOLENCE. BUT STILL ..HIS UNDER PRESSURE OF DAUD INSTRUCTION. TO DO WHAT HE WANTS. SO THE RESULT IS IN FRONT OF US... THE MONSTER OF DEATHS SHOULD BE HANGED TILL THE DEATH.
Monday, July 18, 2011
DONT WORRY......THIS DRAMA IS FOR FEW MINIUTS...
The State , The center and we intellectual all are just playing with our inner horror , just keep our fingers crossed that in given time the blame should be not come to us.. but go to in vain . its very easy to shed the crocodile tears. but when time to come take the any action and responsibly we just want to run way....this the a real India s' feelings. Because of death fearing people.. but one should do his real and actual duty towards our country and its citizen.
NO ONE IS ABLE TO SPEAK THE TRUTH.
The u,p.a or left no one can give the answer back to them who is the victim of Mumbay bomb blast.. All governmental and intelligence tools have proved without a backbone. hand made man.. now the time has come to take the law in our hand. the main culprit of last bomb blast are still live behind the bar...they are to get the punishment.... and it is just delayed for vote policy.. by any party....so there is only interest in taking the vote by any means. for all party...
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Monday, September 28, 2009
Dholu bhai- a tribute
DholuBhai was a small kitten. Had nothing special about him, apart from the chip on his small shoulders that he carried.
It was my mom who first noticed the brown and black kitten roaming in our backyard. And then I got the news, and then it was Bela who made it known to everyone around the vicinity that a kitten had made inroads into her territory.The kitten was first noticed when he was trying to eat discarded tealeaves which made my stomach churn with pity for the small cat. Apparently he was so hungry that he was eating anything to survive.
As was bound to happen, the poor petite still unnamed kitten became one of the many regular animals that were a part of our extended family. And soon, with passage of time he moved into the inner closer circles, causing much heartburn to Bela.
And I named him DholuBhai. And the two never went alone again, his name.
DholuBhai had an aura about him that justified the use of Bhai. RaiBahadur Dholu too would have looked good, but that would have created a false impression that he was from a royal lineage, which he wasn’t
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A closer scrutiny of his past history presented a very disturbing, albeit a very common picture. His mother and two siblings were killed by a male Cat, and his mother died while saving her kittens.
DholuBhai was arrogant to the extent of being disrespectful to our family members. Once me, dad and mom were having morning tea and enjoying the morning sunrays that were being scattered by the huge Mango tree leaves that stand in our garden. Our attention was diverted towards a small, baby squirrel that was still learning the tricks of running down from the tree and stealing nuts from the Duck and Tortoise enclosure.
The baby squirrel would climb down, steal a nut, dodging the ducks and climb back into the safety of the huge tree. This happened for 3 times, and then came in Dholu. As the poor squirrel came down for the fourth time, Dholu pounced on him and in less than a second the squirrel was in the hands of god.
A sense of anguish was visible on our faces and I ran down to free the poor squirrel from the mouth of death. But that wasn’t to be. DholuBhai had killed the rodent the moment he caught it and he climbed onto a tree, with the prized possession in his mouth. I and two other people working at my home tried for 30 minutes to bring that feline down but no amount of cajoling or threatening worked.
When he finally came down, DholuBhai got a sound beating from mom and was admonished from entering into our house again. As he walked towards our neighbour’s house, which was also his birthplace, he gave me a glance which said that he was heartbroken and would never come again.
But he came back soon. My mother couldn’t bear the pain of her beloved Dholu roaming outside in the cold nights and called him back.
Dholu then got into the habit of drugs and he would regularly kill wall lizards and after taking a bite or two he would go unconscious. Leaving me to search for the dead unfinished body of the lizard. Many a times we felt that he would not be able to come out from the poisoning but every time he would defy the inevitable and spring back into life.
He would sleep on my chest, near my pillow, on TV, near the aquarium, with the duck. He loved my sister and would climb on her legs as she would come from Delhi. He would sit on my dad’s lap when he would be having tea, with Bela watching him with envy. He would claw at my mom’s feet asking her for bits of chicken.
It was the month of November and it was raining like it had never rained before. Dholu bhai was still not arrived. And we searched for him, but he didn’t come. 2 days passed, and we were all but heartbroken. We resigned to the fact that Dholu bhai would never come home again.
Then something extraordinary happened. And in the midst of night while having evening walk, I heard his meek calls. And I instantly knew where he was. I ran to my fiat, threw the cover and saw him lying behind the windshield.
He was on brink of dying, his eyes were wet, and he was severely dehydrated and was not able to stand on his feet. Apparently he went inside the car along with Bela when our driver took her for a drive, and was forgotten inside. He was stuck in the car for more than 65 hours. But he survived.
He became more darling of our family. DholuBhai the survivor.
Soon Dholu celebrated his 4th (months) birthday. He got a fish, a chicken and a red ribbon around his neck as his birthday present.
But his life was not meant to see normal, mundane days for long.
One night we heard cat fighting and saw two male cats moving around excited in our neighbour’s house. I could figure out that Dholu was stuck in between them. And that night he didn’t return. The next morning I saw him sneaking inside our main gate. All bloodied. His tail was broken, had blood rashes all around the body, his front paws were bent at an angle that disregarded biological realities. And his left eye was closed for good.
We took him to the Vetenarian and he was admitted there for 2 days. All was over for him, as the doctor thought so. But defying all logic he again survived.
When he came back from the hospital , he was confined to our home, and was made to sleep in our veranda in the night so as to stop him from venturing out. And it was only in the morning that he was permitted to go out. This went for a couple of weeks. And DholuBhai didn’t complain.
I had this intuition that Dholu bhai was running out of his luck. And that proved right.
One fine afternoon, just before the New Years Eve, a big male cat attacked Dholu and injured him and he was only saved because Bela came and threw the Tabby cat into the air, causing a deep wound. But that was not the end.
The same night Dholu went to his birthplace, where her mother used to play with him and where she along with his siblings died. And he was pounced on by the waiting male cat. The fight didn’t last long and by the time I could cross over the other side, there was nothing but silence.
Why did he go there, in spite of knowing the fact that he would get killed is something I would never know.
For the next few days we frantically searched for him, calling out his name, keeping the doors of our home opened so that he could easily walk in.
We knew what had happened, but we didn’t want to believe it. We had hopes, that one day he would return, defying every plausible logic as he had done before.
But that didn’t happen, Dholu Bhai didn’t come.
Some days later, we found his dead body, just besides the wall separating our and neighbours house. He was lying there in midst of wooden boxes. Eyes closed. He tried to come home safe, but Dholu Bhai couldn’t make it.
DholuBhai was only 6 months.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
bewafa chand.
khayal me hi bate kerte rahe hum
.etne me chand chhup gaya badlo ki ot meh.
na tum dekh sake mery hathe ki likhi naseb
ur na main tumhara tumhari aahkho me tairty bewafaee.
achha hia chand apana wada pura ker gaya .
nahi to log use bhi bewafa kahte.
.etne me chand chhup gaya badlo ki ot meh.
na tum dekh sake mery hathe ki likhi naseb
ur na main tumhara tumhari aahkho me tairty bewafaee.
achha hia chand apana wada pura ker gaya .
nahi to log use bhi bewafa kahte.
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