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My Blind Father... Book Launch...

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What is Love...?

People ask me what is love… Actually youth ask about love. Indeed they are not asking about love they are asking about their own problems. A boy attracted to girl, a girl attracted to boy is not love. Its just attraction. Its just likeness, and likeness happens with seeing eyes but love happens with blind eyes. Because in love you don’t need to see who is standing in front of you. Love took birth inside you and it spread out from you there is nothing other person can do in this. Love is not relation or attraction between boy or a girl, that is lust not love. From last few centuries we are calling this lust as love. Love is completely different, its nothing to do with boy or girl. It has something to do with you and nature. You and this universe. Lust fades, attraction fades but not love. And people are making relationships on the bases of this lust and then they hope it will last long. How can it be last long, its will fade and it had to destroy. Love is not also base of any relation. Relation can be made only on the basis of friendship. Enjoy lust and that attraction there is nothing wrong in it. But don’t make life long relations on the bases of this seasonal thing , wait for friendship to happen. This attraction can give birth to friendship if respect and understanding is there. And then friendship can take you to love. This is one way to reach love there are many others. Like meditation and art.  

Why one should read 'My Blind Father'...

Why one should read ‘My Blind Father…’
In India, almost every child is suffering from many kinds of fears, insecurity, suppression and complexes. People burdened themselves with these childhood illness their whole life. I know, no one can go into past and undo what happened in past but with the understanding in this book people can unload themselves from the past, from childhood illness. And second reason why should read this book is, with this understanding of child psychology we can give a better world to the next generation.     

You all know the condition of youth now a days… strikes of DU students, case of JNU, Jaat aarakshan in Haryana, Drugs in Punjab, day-today dangge in Maharaster, Rape cases, number of divorces case in Indian courts, suicide rate of students, depression in teenagers and many more…Whole India is burning with the inside fire of youth. And this youth is not uneducated, this youth doesn’t belong to criminal families, this youth is studying in top colleges of India and belongs to normal and regular families. This Book will tell you why this is happening, this book will tell you how can you stop it...


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My Blind Father... Synopsis

Book Synopsis

“My Blind Father…” it is a story of Om, who is thanking god for the blindness of his father. It is story which if left untold then every child will wish their fathers could be blind. Om is writing this story when his father is on death bed. He is telling his life story and how his father helped him to live completely, live to the fullest of life, how to drink every drop from the glass of life.  Children were suppressed from the beginning of the civilizations. Women were suppressed by men. And they both together suppressed the child. Osho said ‘there will be liberation of child after the liberation of woman.’ Now this is the time. ‘My Blind Father’ is the beginning of child liberation in India. This story will take you into the depths of child psychology to understand the child, to help the child, to provide them an environment where then can grow to their best potentials. From the beginning of civilization we are growing by ignoring child. Because it is very easy to ignore a child, you can tell them to shut up. You can force them to sit silently, so we forget how to understand a child. Your world is perfectly well without understanding a child. But now you can see the results. Ignoring a child, disrespecting the freedom of a child is producing criminals in the society. Now we need to understand a child to make our society crimeless. This book is to help everyone to understand the child. To make our civilization more civilized.



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My Dear Boys...

My Dear Boys, Please try to understand this, women in India have already suffered more than enough. They are suffering from thousands of years. I don’t know how but somehow we have forgotten that women are also human beings just like you, they are having a soul just like you, they feel happiness and sadness just like you or may be more than you. They also have desires, they also have dreams just like you. They are not objects, they are not animals. They are very much alive, more alive than men. If you don’t believe me than go home see your sister, see your mother, your wife, your girlfriend. They are human beings. But our society programmed your mind as if they are objects. And let’s stop blaming society because you are not kids any more. You are having your understanding. You are having your eyes, can’t you see a girl’s discomfort, cant you see tears in her eyes when a stranger passes comment or touch her in bus or train. And I am not talking about moral values here, I am not saying be afraid of god or he will send you to hell after death… no this is not about after death. This is about before death. Ok see, can you live comfortably or happily in your home if one member of your home is ill or sad? No! you will not be able to live happily. Then how can you live happily in the society by making a girl sad. It is about keeping our home clean, it is about keeping our society clean. Don’t do it for god or others, do it for yourself, do it for your home. Rapes, acid attack, eve teasing in public transport or office are making our life hell, hell before death because there are many crying hearts daily. No one will be able to sleep comfortably in this hell. If you cant be Ram, at least don’t be Raven. Just be a common man, a simple man, that would be more than enough. Treat girls like they are human beings. And with the happiness of girls this society will become heaven, heaven before death. Boys are physically stronger so its their responsibility to support every girl whenever they need. Sex is not more beautiful than smile on a girl’s face. If you want sex then wait or search for your key partner. Women are alive let them live, let them breath.     

Saaza-e-maut...a poem

Do gaaz zameen kafi hogi, hamara insaaf karne ke liye…
Yhi saaza milni chahiye thi, jo har roz marte rhe zindgi ke liye…
Maut se bdi aur kya saaza hogi zindgi ke liye…
Bin pucche, bin khe, bin jeeye jeete rhe marrne ke liye…
Do gaaz zameen kafi hogi, hamara insaaf karne ke liye…


Ye khel tera shi hai khuda re…
Jo apne bnnata rha, ishq krata rha, sab ek din chord jaane ke liye…
Hassa ke rula ta hai, fir bi ummeed dikhata hai…
Aur kya kasar rhe gyi humme barbaad krne ke liye….
Do gaaz zameen kafi hogi, hamara insaaf karne ke liye…

Beweja, bekhabar chalet rhe,
geerke na jaane kyu sambhalte rhe…
mazil bta dete to dund lete hum raaste...
ye parinde bina ghar ke na jane kha kha batakte rhe…
ab to rheem kr o rabba, saaza-e-maut dede humme, har khusi k liye…

Do gaaz zameen kafi hogi, hamara insaaf karne ke liye…

Three Friends

Three friends were travelling on NH1. In last 3 hour, more than 100 km they had covered. To understand the story you should understand their age first. Their age in India is the age when people decide to be criminal or to be a saint or to be nothing. They are neither college boys nor working men. They are in the age when boys turn into men. They passed out college 1 or 2 years ago, now they were waiting for some company to open its door for them. Ok, let me introduce you to these three below average boys/men from India. I am mentioning ‘India’ because this country has something to do with the way they are now! The guy who was driving the car is Monu. He is unluckiest out of three. He always wanted to be an athlete and also very good at it till class 10th. But then the thing happened which happened with most of the students in India. His parents drag him into studies. Not only drag him into studies, they even forced him to get above 90 percent. In that race, he lost his contact with the guy who wanted to be an athlete. After school, his parents told him to go to engineering so he followed. Maybe because it is written in some holy Book, maybe because your parents brought you up and now you have to return them a favour or maybe because they are paying for your studies. The most important and hidden, maybe because children here are not brought up in such a way that they will ever able stand alone, on their feet, on their decision. They are not brought up to take their decision themselves. Like the unconscious mind, Monu is afraid of going away from his parents. In last 1 year, he got many job opportunity but he didn’t use any because he has a disease of listening to everyone. The guy who was sitting at the rare seat is Yogi. He is the luckiest out of three. He got the job after a year’s struggle, within few days he will join. So he is trying to celebrate these few days. He almost got everything whatever he wished in his life but not in an easy way. First life makes him cry on his knees. He had learnt a thing in a hard way. There is no doubt on his intelligence and maturity. But something is funnily wrong in his roots. He has never been in contacts with girls so he is not having any softness, neither in his speaking nor in his action. It’s not his mistake. He got it from his father in heritage. He is having enough confidence to speak in parliament but he can’t even say ‘hi’ to a girl. There are only a few people like him. He is trying to love what he hates. He spent four years of college in Pune away from home. Fromm him it was like if a fifth class boy left into college. He was just into his family and village, he was not allowed to go out and see the world. But suddenly he was left into college. He was afraid of everything but had no option other than face them. So he did. And that fear brought him closer to his hoses. He started loving it more. He became grounded with his roots. He must be the only person who keeps pics of his buffalos on his phone. He is mature, unlike Monu. But his maturity is about logics. He doesn't know the maturity of illogic because he had never known any girl. You have to know a girl to understand the beauty of irrationality.The guy sitting in the second front seat is Anu. He has seen the beauty of both; rationality and irrationality. He doesn’t have anything to do with good or bad luck. He has left a job and now looking for another one. Life doesn’t have anything to do with him. He himself doing it for him. He never achieved anything, never won, even he quit playing now.  He doesn't have anything but he is happy with his nothing. He used to be in girl’s talks. He had many kinds of relations with many girls. He is having a simple philosophy ‘Do what you love to do!’ He is almost mad. We are having a fresh example of his madness. That day Anu brought Monu and Yogi to a marriage. They travelled 120 km to attend this marriage. When they reached there they got to know marriage is not today it is tomorrow. Mr Anu didn’t know that today is 21stNovember, not 22nd. Now they are travelling back 120 km. That was not that much simple. When they got to know about this Yogi and Moun were furious. They were shouting and abusing on this stupidity. But within few minutes shouting turned into laughter on this stupidity. Then laughter turned into a smile and then discussion died.  They were travelling in silence now. If they were college boys then the whole way would pass talking about new movies, listening latest songs and transferring data from one’s phone to another’s. but they are little grown  up now. They are no more interested in each other’s music library. They go for movies but don’t talk about them.If they were working men. One the first place there is no possibility of this stupid trip. If it would happen they may be busy with their phone calls and talking about work. They don’t think about movies or songs. They would prefer to travel in silence.     Our three boys/men are not that much grown up yet. They don’t love the silence that much. But nothing seems worth of discussion. Neither school days nor college days. Neither Modi nor Kejriwal. Neither past nor future. Then Anu broke the silence with the most restricted but still most discussed the topic in India. Actually, restriction on it is the reason for its popularity. It is somehow a natural law, whatever you will restrict or suppressed it will come up with greater momentum.   “How many time in a day you think about sex?” asked Anu to both of them.Both of them laughed load but didn’t answer. Monu dragged more attention from the road to Anu. And Yogi was almost sitting in between front two seats. “No. Seriously yaar. I am completely irritated by thinking about sex all the time.” Anu confessed it first. He knew otherwise they were not going to open up themselves. Everyone boy thinks that only he is obsessed with sex and other are very neat and clean. So they let that sin get more sinner inside them.“Seriously Anu! Me too!” confessed Yogi.“Me too! Seriously it’s too much now. It’s fucking uncontrollable. Yesterday, I saw a lady on the bus when I was going for classes and believe me, it becomes impossible for me to stay in class, the whole day I kept hiding my erection with my bag. I was seeing every girl with same eyes. Damn man! This is a sin. Let me tell you. Sex is not a sin. But thinking about sex all the time is a sin!”“You know what! I have been with you for 6 or 7 years but the first time you said something sensible. I am proud of you my boy!” said Anu patting on the shoulder of Monu and three of them burst into laughter on their personal joke. Some jokes are so personal that only friends can laugh about it, it may seem foolish to third person. “Sex is not a sin but keeping sex in mind is sin…” Anu modified it “Yes it is true yaar. But you know what guys, we know sex is not a sin but now feelings for sex is engraved deeply inside us. We can’t get out of it anyhow.”“Only you can understand you this deep language…” yeah true Anu sometimes talk in poetic language. “Ok, it’s simple, listen. Tell me why you don’t have sex even if you are starving for it?” a question simple to ask and difficult to answer.“Bhaishabb, if you are in your senses then you should know we need a girl to have sex… and girls don’t even look at us when they talk to us…”“Actually, they don’t even talk to us.” Yogi rectified Monu specifically.“Okay. But you can go to prostitutes… why not?”Anu was saying things very casually so they will not think that he is judging them or something like this.“Shut up! Everyone is not like you. This is the height of cheapness. I can be virgin my whole life but will never have sex with a prostitute.” Anu knew moun’s reaction even before asking the question so he turned to Yogi and looked at him for his answer. “I don’t have a problem to have sex with a prostitute but I don’t want to lose my virginity with a prostitute…”  “See, this is the point. Sex is not just sex for us. We had made it something more than sex. We had made sex the issues of pride and respect. But our Biology doesn't give any damn about your pride and respect. It needs sex when it needs it. Just like when your stomach is empty you feel hungry. Or like when your bladder is above half then you have an urge to pass out urine. Just like that, you have the urge to have sex. I don’t know why we made it so complex.”  “You are talking like you are having sex everyday… we know you well. You are also striving for it. so pleases don’t lecture.” It was Yogi.“Of courses, I am also like. Because I am also living in the environment in which you are living. The base of mind is same as yours and that is the way I am also suffering from it. And by the way, I am not lecturing. I am just discussing it. Whatever you are having is also embedded in me also. And this is the problem whole our life we will not able to weep this out of us. It will be always inside us. Our being is bigger than our brain. Understanding the problem will not solve that. I know that. But at least we should not pass this illness to our next generation.”

     


 To be continued... 

You don't love life and yourself if you do these things...

You don’t love life and yourself if you do these things…
.
. if are sleeping too much…
. if you are talking about others too much…
. if you not spending some time alone every day…
. if you are not giving any kind of happiness to anyone around you…
. if you are spending too much time in front of mirror…
. if you don’t have at least three people whom you respect from heart…
. if you are above 30 and you still feel jealous of anyone… 
. if you can’t spend a week without your mobile phone…
. if you don’t feel sad at least once in a day…
. if you are having anger for someone from a long time…
. if you can’t smile without reason…
. if you need to lie about anything to anyone…
. if you are repressing your feelings of love and anger…
. if you are thinking about death…
. if you don’t want to love anyone…

Raanjhaa...a poem

Main kya kru jake madine me…
Mera chain-o-shakoon takat hazare me…
Kya le kar jau main darbar-e-khuda me…
Mera sab kuch takat hazare me…
Mera kaaba takat hazare me…
Mera babba takat hazare me…
Main hu na ab mujhme…
Kya dunde ab tu mujhme…
Mera Dil takat hazare me…
Meri jaan takat hazare me…
Kya maangu main masjid jake…
Meri mannat takat hazare me…
Meri Jannat takat hazare me…
Kya Geeta phadu, kya Quran phadu…
Meri neeyat takat hazare me…
Meri aayat takat hazare me…
Main chodd ke jau kese usko…
Vo baitha takat hazare me…
Rhaa dekhe takat hazare me…
Main to rahugi satrh uske…
Chahye marna takat hazare me…
Chahye jeena takat hazare me…
Roo na chau pr roo na pau…
Meri aankhe takat hazare me…
Mere aashu takat hazare me…
Kya mhuu dikhaugi main khuda ko…
Meri khai kashme takat hazare me…
Mere aadhe vaadhe takat hazare me…
Kya krugi main jaanat jaake…
Mere toote sapne takat hazare me…
Mere choote apne takat hazare me…
Barish na acchi lge, koi baat na sacchi lge…
Aisa kya bhul aai takat hazare me…
Koi jaye mujhe lejaye takat hazare me…
Koi jake mera dard sunnaye usse…
Meri tadap bataye usse…
Meri thami dhadkan sunnaye usse…
Vo chaand se uttar ke aayega…
Hawa pe chal ke aayega…
Vo sab chord chad ke ayega…
Duniya se ladke aayega…
Mujhe jeena shikhaye ga…
Mujhe apna banyega…
Mera aashiq takat hazare me…
Mera Raanjhaa takat hazare me…

I am a rapist...an unreleased interview of roadies X4

“I don’t want to talk to this guy. He is a potential rapist.” Neha Dhupia said this to other judges of Roadies about me. I am Kabir. I was standing in front of four judges of Roadies for the interview. 
“Mr. Kabir, I seriously want to come there and slap you for what have you written in your form.” This was Ranvijay.
“There is a question in form. No sex for whole life or rape? And Kabir, your chose the option rape! What the hell wrong with you!” This was Karan Kundra.
“You know what! We got thousands of form here and everybody said no! Never! They will never rape a girl. Seriously what the hell wrong with you! Because of people like you, girls are not safe in our country. You are sick! Don’t you have any respect for girls? What if she is your sister damn it! Fuck off! I don’t even want to see your face.” She was Neha madam again.
“Nikalo iss yhan se…bhulaya kyu hai iss yhan…” Sushil kumar.
They were all looking at me in disdain. 
When I was entering into that room I was nervous but seeing their reaction I became excited. That reaction from them was unexpected. I was thinking they were mature people. Their reaction was childish. If anything, doesn’t matter right or wrong, can provoke you to abuse someone or slap someone then its mean something is wrong inside you. 

“Ok, that’s it. May I have the chance to say something sir…madam?” I was talking to four of them at the same time. 
“O God! You still want to say anything! Don’t dare to justify your cheap mentality.” I ignored this reaction of Neha and looked at Karan with a question in my eyes. 
“Ok, you have two mins. Speak.” Karan said this. 

“Thank you! Listen now. I will not rape. So relax now and listen carefully.”
“I will not rape not because I respect or disrespect anyone. Respect don’t have anything to do with sex and gender. I don’t disrespect anyone and respect who deserve it.
I will not rape because I know the sex. And I know sex is not more important than life.
And what I have written in this form is not my answer. It is the answer to the question which you have asked in the form. 
All religions, every society is asking this question from the starting of first civilization. And because of this question the word ‘rape’ exist. Without this question, ‘rape’ can’t exist. ‘No sex whole life’ from where this condition arise? And why?
You were saying that you got thousands of forms in which everybody said that they will not rape, no! never! The way you were saying it. 
But my answer is yes because from where I am coming…from the society, culture or class. I didn’t meet any guy who will not rape, not even a single one... Of course their answer will be that only… no! and never! But deep inside them, they knew it, what can sex make them do. 
Ok, let me be more specific. And believe I am also against of rape. And I know it is a sickness. And here I am doing nothing but trying to repair this sickness. To repair this, first, we have to understand this sickness. 
1st point is…
First we both, boys and girls, have to understand that sex is two different thing for boys and girls. I am not talking about the mentality… I am not saying that sex is the joke for boys and taboo for girls… no! This difference is just because of the society we are living in. it is just artificial. We can change it by just educating them about sex. But what I am talking about is the bigger problem. We can educate others only if we can understand it. 
There is a difference between the way a boy and girl feel about sex. Not saying ‘feel’… I can better say there is a difference between the biology of sex between boy and girl. A Girl can live without sex her whole life and she will never turn into a rapist. She may fall ill, she may have other diseases because of suppression of sex but she will never turn into a rapist. Because deep down she know she will never be satisfied by rape. Her satisfaction is beyond her body. Rape is just an intercourse. And she knows just intercourse will do nothing for her. 
But for a boy sex is just touching and intercourse. A boy can be satisfied by just sex. And that’s why a boy is a potential rapist where a girl prefers to wait for a prince charming.  This is about that a boy can be a rapist. Now why he need to?

2nd thing is …
Sex is kind of disease which is 50% cured when we do it the first time. and 25% is cured when we do it few more times. Remaining 25% is never cured. I will not rape a girl because I am cured. You are saying that you will live without sex because you are cured. Think about the boy who is 100% ill.
Even if you have asked me this question few years back when I was in 12th then my answer would be that I will rape. That time I could not even think about ‘no sex whole life’. If I looked at myself few years back from now then I can see a demon inside me called sex. And we have to spit it out that demon otherwise that demon will turn you into a demon. And that’s what happening now. 
I know sex because I have girlfriend, you know sex because you have boyfriend or girlfriend and that how we know sex is nothing. But 60% of boys don’t have the girlfriend in the place from where I belong. So sex is a very big thing for them like it was for me few years back. And it keeps becoming bigger with time. And 40% of boys just get married to have sex. And that is also a rape. Arrange marriage is rape. You are having sex on the very first night with a complete stranger. You are just not protesting, you can’t protest even if you want to protest. That’s why many women fall in hate with sex. 

3rd thing is…

Even after all these things they might stop themselves turning into rapist if they have any idea what it does mean to a girl to be raped. I know it because I can feel it through my girlfriend. 
A boy can know it if his mother, his sister, his girlfriend ever told him what is mean to them but again we are lagging here. Because talking about sex is the sin here.

So remove the board of ‘no sex’ and there will not be a rapist. Talk about sex and there will not be a rapist. Give sex education in schools and there will not be a rapist. Let boys and girls know each other and there will not be a rapist.” 


All four judges were sitting quietly. Expressionless. I thought they don’t know I am done so I decided to tell them.
“I am done, sir. I don’t want to be on this show I just came here for the interview. So can I leave now?” they were still expressionless. I started moving slowly hoping they will wake seeing me going but none of them moved so I came back.