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Every time I visit anywhere and met new people…

 

Every time I visit anywhere and met new people, I always feel that sometimes it is good to be bad, though what always matters is time, situation and place. If you are at wrong place at right time, it definitely going to be your life time memory. It doesn’t matter, with whom you are, who is watching you, who is following you, what will others think of you; what matters is – what you feel, what your heart says, what you want. And if you are alone, even then it doesn’t matter either you can do this or not, what matters is – what are you capable of.

 

Quote :: #7

 

Good judgment comes from experience; and experience, well, that comes from bad judgment.

 

तुम अकेले नहीं

 

हम आज भी वही है जहा कल थे

तुम न जाने किन गलियो में खो गए

बेनाम कोनसी ज़िन्दगी बिता रहे हो

कहा खोए बैठे हो

किसके इंतज़ार में

खामोश हो

परेशां हो

ज़रा नज़रो को उठा कर थोड़ी रेहमत तो करो खुद पर

हम है अभी

तुम अकेले नहीं

ज़रा नज़रे मिलाकर थोड़ी रेहमत तो करो हम पर

की तुम हो अभी

हम भी अकेले नहीं ।।

Is “By The Mountains :: Love Reloaded” actually a true story?

These pics are for those who asked me the same question every time:

Is “By The Mountains :: Love Reloaded” actually a true story?

Well, answer is again same :: YES.

 

 

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Hindus fast during Ramzan and Muslims do not slaughter cows

Pakistan has become synonymous with terrorism. On most news channels, we hear about minorities getting killed at the hands of extremists; attacks on temples, churches, or the forced conversions of Hindus and Christians in the country.

But there is a small town in Tharparkar, a district of the Sindh province where none of this is happening. In this quiet portion of a sprawling desert, both Hindus and Muslims have lived together like brothers since the creation of Pakistan.

Mithi is as sweet as the name it has been given. It is a town where Muslims, out of respect for Hindus, do not slaughter cows; and where Hindus, out of respect for Muslim rites, have never organised any marriage ceremonies or celebrations during the month of Muharram.

Not only that, the Hindus of Mithi also happily participate in providing food and drinks for Muslims during Ramazan, and both groups exchange sweets on Eid and Diwali. The crime rate in Mithi is at two per cent and never has anyone witnessed any incident of religious intolerance.

A Muslim resident of Mithi shared his experience by saying, “In our village, Hindus and Muslims have been living together for decades and there has not been a single day, when I have seen a religious conflict. No loud speaker is used for Azaan at the time when Hindus are worshiping in their temple, and no bells are rung when it is time for namaz. Nobody eats in public when it is Ramazan and Holi is played by every member of the village.”

Mithi gives interfaith harmony a new meaning. Religious intolerance elsewhere has barely made a dent in Hindu-Muslim brotherhood over here. They live, eat, and work together, because according to them, it is in their culture.

Source: dawn.com

बदलना तो फितरत है

रास्ते, मंज़िले, मंज़िलों का कारवां

बदलता है और बदलता ही रहेगा’

ये तो वक़्त कि वो सुनहरी सी साज़िश हैं

जो चलती थी और चलती ही रहेगी

इस्पे इतना गुरूर नहीं

गुरूर से इन्सां ने आखिर पाया भी क्या है

इंसान खुद वो काठ पुतली है

जो बदलती थी और बदलती ही रहेगी।

Book Launch of “By The Mountains :: Love Reloaded”

By The Mountains – Love Reloaded is a second fiction novel by Deepanshu Saini based on real trekking tour breathed during his training programme.

The Book released on 15.02.2015 at World Book Fair, Pragati Maidan along with a press-meet at Hall No.6.

Blurb:

based on a real story……

Could any adventurous journey makes you fall in love with your life?

Do nature holds the power to teach you the language of love, happiness and above all trust?

Love at first sight – Myth or Reality?

A single smile so contagious that alters the pain of your life?

If your answers are in affirmative, it means you are on the right path – a remarkable journey ‘by the mountains’; where Dhruv is in the deep dark pit of depression from six months emotionally afraid, afraid to LOVE… afraid to LIVE…. Where, Anjali on the hunt of dying and consuming love but doesn’t try every other guy on the list.

Will Dhruv be able to control himself not to get struck once again by the girl’s detachment?

Will this trekking trip hold true love for Anjali’s destiny?

Love always finds its way, but if you love someone just say….

Isn’t It?

‘By The Mountains’ is a story filled with misconceptions between Dhruv and Anjali, ending on a memorable memoir that every lover craves for.

Read on… to climb through Dhruv and Anjali’s journey…

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EXTRACT FROM GIRLS HOSTEL – UNSPOKEN MEMORIES

 

EXTRACT FROM

GIRLS HOSTEL – UNSPOKEN MEMORIES

 I wanted to laugh, though tears were still flowing from my eyes, but this time out of happiness. I was happy. I was extremely happy. I lifted the laptop screen towards me.

 SHRUTI PATEL   728/1000

It was nice to see my name there. ‘Thank you God’ my mind tossed.

‘My parents will definitely be happy. Yippee, now, I can celebrate my birthday the way I like and dad will now buy me a new mobile’ a thought danced in my mind.

I was like celebrating biggest victory of my life. I stood and hugged Preeti in order to greet her thanks. She hugged me back with a smile. We hugged for a moment and this was when atmosphere seemed to get changed. I don’t know what happened to her. Why she reacted like she never did? Why she started rubbing her hands over my back very smoothly?

For a while, I took everything as normal but slowly it seemed something more to me. I could hear her breath. Something wrong, it was like. I could feel her body shaking as such she was losing her control over it. I seemed to be lost for a time. All happiness of result got liquidated. My brain almost stopped functioning. This was not the first time I hugged her which was not even wrong anyhow, I am sure, but this time her declining over me, her body all soft and round, her lips murmuring my name like an invitation bewildered me. I could never imagine the same. Why she did so? She razed the complete environment and joy of my result.

Which was why she still wasn’t moving? But that didn’t work, either.

She couldn’t do it. I just need to stay strong so I just moved my steps back and pushed her away simply. Perhaps, she had felt what she was doing, so she didn’t cross her eyes with mine.

“What are you doing?” I asked shockingly.

She said nothing. She was still breathing from her mouth.

EXTRACT FROM BY THE MOUNTAINS :: LOVE RELOADED

 EXTRACT FROM

 BY THE MOUNTAINS :: LOVE RELOADED

‘My love experience is no good at all.’ He went on while taking out one paper from his wallet and handed over it to me. I was really getting myself worked up imagining the worst.

‘What’s all this going on?’ I thought. I was very much bewildered. Trying to ignore every thought, life seemed to be deaf and dumb. I was speechless, in fact. Today, I realized that my mom was right: Sorrow is a part of life. Whenever, I turned up to anything messy in my life with the same forever dialogue: Why did God do this to me?, mommy always ended up with her favorite passage: Sorrow is a part of life. Perhaps, she was right, this is not only with me, well, its phase of everyone’s life. Like Justice and Injustice, Positive and Negative, Truth and Lie, Sorrow and Glee are also two faces of a same coin.

Sorrow is a part of life, I mocked myself as again the same extract whirled in my mind. It made me so uncomfortable I wanted to run right out of there. Perhaps, that was only the end of my yet-to-start story. It seemed like finding out the truth about something when you’re better off believing a lie. For a long time, I wished everything to be a nightmare, but it was not.

Dealing with my sorrow, I just wanted to read that paper as early as possible, though, the dark scary night was a big hurdle. I wanted to know the certainty behind their breakup. I just wanted to know the reason.

I discovered that most people really feel dread of imagining something worst to get explored and I was also one of them. Even when you ask for the truth, it’s like when you ask someone whether they think the dress you’re wearing makes you look fat or if your new haircut makes your ears sticks out – you only want to hear the truth if it’s not going to make you feel bad. Or you might have a best friend who says, ‘you can tell me anything, no matter how terrible,’ but you know if you told her about all the times you’d spend with your love and then you had a break-up, surely she’d probably start hating you.

That’s sort of how I felt then. Heartbreakingly, I found I wasn’t gloomy for Dhruv actually. It was actually like losing my place in a book and opening it to the wrong page. I didn’t know what to say, what to feel. I was too busy feeling sorry for myself. Dhruv, I could tell, was sorry too. May be he wasn’t as shallow as I’d always thought he was.

Everything almost traumatized my mental power. In the midst of the Himalayas, it seemed like I felt the same collision as Himalayas felt forty million years ago, when two plates of the earth’s crust resulted in the creation of the earth’s highest mountain Himalayas.

What kind of relationship would Dhruv and I have? I wondered. Where will this sudden collision lead to? It was still so new and strange that I had a hard time believing the whole episode in the jungle camp wasn’t something my mind cooked up. Instead of beautiful scenery and magical view, the magnificent ranges of the Himalayas felt to harbour breathtakingly deep sorrow and a dramatic environment. So as to relax, I just closed my eyes; however, out of a blue, unexpected arrival of Shilpa from the colossal dusky bushes, just few minutes later only, throttled my senses. There was some strange excitement in her tone.