मेरे होने की खबर मुझको है, ये क्या कम है,

खुद को अपने में ढूंढ लेता हूँ , ये क्या कम है

          कई जन्मों से ढूंढता हूँ जिसे दोनो  जहान  में

          वो ग़र ख़ाब में भी आ जाए, तो क्या कम है 

                                                                           -निशांत श्रीवास्तव

Luv is crazy and mesmerizing...

Khuda ne bhi dikhaye hain karishme kaise kaise
aata gaya wazan shayari me hamare badhta gaya dard-e-dil jaise jaise ...Nishant

The Unmoved Block

This is one of my favourite taoist stories ... i hope u like it..


Once there was a stonemason carving away at a block of stone, sweating away in the sun. As his day went on, he became hotter and hotter and began to lose his temper as he swung his hammer against the chisel. He looked up impatiently at the sun and thought, if only I could be the sun instead of sweating it out down here.

Before he could complete the thought, however, something miraculous happened and he did indeed become the sun, shining up on high in the blue sky. It felt great for a little while until some clouds came along and obscured his view of the earth below. Clouds have it all, he thought, they can take away the power of the sun.

Before he knew it, he became a cloud that separated the sun from the earth and he felt the moisture of the water droplets and a delightful floating feeling. But then came a strong wind and it blew him clear across the sky and there was nothing he could do about it. Being a cloud isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, he thought, if only I could be the wind.

Naturally, he then became the wind, blowing clouds across the sky, creating ripples on lakes and bending tree branches backwards with his gusting power. But then he came upon a large stone block that he couldn’t even make tremble, no matter how hard he blew. This rock is superior to me in strength, he realised and at once became the stone block.

He felt the wind pushing against him in vain and felt content that no one could push him around any more. Yet even as he enjoyed the feeling of strength and stability that came with being a stone block, he had a rude awakening as the hammer of a stonemason came thumping down on him. He lost a fragment of stone and thought, if only I could be that stonemason, he’s got all the power…

It’s a common theme in Eastern tales that comparisons are odious and bring us nothing but dissatisfaction. With everything being relative, there’s no such thing as better or worse.

The Funniest Three Monks....

"I have heard about three monks. No names are mentioned, because they never disclosed their names to anybody. They never answered anything. In China, they are simply known as the three laughing monks. And they did only one thing: they would enter a village, stand in the market place and start laughing. They would laugh with their whole being and suddenly people would become aware. Then others would also get the infection and a crowd would gather. The whole crowd would start laughing just because of them. What was happening? The whole town would get involved. Then they would move to another town. "They were loved very much. That was their only sermon, their only message; that laugh.

And while staying in one village. one of the three monks died. The whole village became very much expectant because they thought that when one of them had died, the other two would surely weep. This must be worth seeing because no one had ever seen these people weeping. The whole village gathered. But the two monks were standing beside the corpse of the third and laughing -- such a belly laugh. So the villagers asked them to explain this. "So for the first time, the two monks spoke and said, 'We are laughing because this man has won. We were always wondering as to who would die first and this man has defeated us. We are laughing at our defeat and his victory. Also he lived with us for many years and we laughed together and we enjoyed each other's togetherness, presence.

There can be no better way of giving him the last send off. We can only laugh. "But the whole village was sad. And when the dead monk's body was put on the funeral pyre, then the village realized that the remaining two monks were not the only ones who were joking, the third who was dead was also laughing. He had asked his companions not to change his clothes. It was conventional that when a man died they changed his dress and gave a bath to the body. So the third monk had said, 'Don't give me a bath because I have never been unclean. So much laughter has been in my life that no impurity can accumulate, can come to me. I have not gathered any dust. Laughter is always young and fresh. So don't give me a bath and don't change my clothes.' "So just to respect his wishes, they did not change his clothes.

And when the body was put to fire, suddenly they became aware that he had hidden some Chinese fire-works under his clothes and they had started going off. So the whole village laughed and the other two monks said: 'You rascal, you are dead, but you have defeated us once again. Your laughter is the last.'

(story Quoted from OshoWorld)

My Ex- Room mate.....

This experince is an experience of the Life time. One of my room mates was said to be the laziest amongst all of us. Read this.... then tell if i am ruthless to him.. here we go..

One hot and extremely humid morning I woke up and immediately went to take bath as I was getting late for the office. I came out of the bathroom faster than ever and started dressing up my self, mean while the gentleman in question also got up and he too went to bathroom.

Now I was ready to leave for the office so while going towards the door I politely asked him" Kya be tu nahaya nahi kya... he replied back" nahi yaar drum me paani ka level itna neeche hai ki kaun jhuke phir paani nikal ke nahaye isliye aaj nahana cancel...(for ur information we have a rubber drum in our bathroom where we store water for use ... and i knew there was enough water left in the drum atleast for one person....

So was I rutheless to him????...

A Lot More To Come.....

Aisa Bhi Hona Chahiye....

Few months back whilst i was  on my way  to home , a really funny incident happened, I hope you giggle too, when u read it...

One day I was going home by bus...i didn't take notice of that one middle aged person who was besitted on a 'senior citizen seat'. Few minutes later an old aged "quite-a- senior citizen" lady who just came in the bus started fighting with that person asking him to leave the seat as she didn't find him worthy enough to claim it. But the gentleman didn't give an ear to her protest, he was trying his best not to get into an argument . But the lady was in a "do or die" or " do-do haath kar" mood.. suddenly the gentleman rose from his seat removed his cap off his head and said " dekho mai bhi senior citizen hun sar pe ek bhi baal nhi hain, chasma lagta hai..........ab aur kya chahiye...everybody bursted out with an uncontrollable laughter (even the bus conductor)...isn't it funny???... wait....story abhi khtam nahi hui hai...

Ultimately the old lady got the seat ..and then all the passengers travelled happily thereafter...atleast I did..