Who killed my sister 315131? LOMA-1

The nation with the oldest civilization in the world gained independence from the British on August 15, 1947. The Indian people were eventually freed from the white domination after years of arduous struggle. The storm was going to arrive in a stunning region far distant from India, where the people were peaceful, polite, and uncomplicated. A girl was born at Tenjin Angchuk's home on a day with unfavorable conditions. His second daughter was born when the first was two years old. He was not disappointed when the daughter was born, but he was undoubtedly concerned because he had hoped for a son this time. He was aware that his nation would soon become a slave state. He had heard numerous accounts of women and children being subjected to atrocities in slave nations. More guests eventually showed up at his place as well. In order to make tea, his mother requested him to bring butter from the neighbor's house. He was completely taken aback when he arrived at the neighbor's house to fetch butter because there was a piece of paper hanging on the door that had been buried with a knife and had red writing on it. "The devil with the green eyes has arrived on Earth."

CO-MAT-OSE CHAPTER 3

 

DON'T BE A PARENT, DON'T BE A FRIEND

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दीवाना

 

जाने किसका दीवाना  था वो ,

शायद मेरा ही फ़साना था वो।

मैं आँखें बंद करती तो वो कविता लिखता  

मैं आँखें खोलती तो वो तस्वीर बनाता 

मैं सोचती तो वह मुस्कुराता  

मैं उठ कर जाती  तो पीछा तक करता  

मैं मुस्कुराती  तो वह आहें भरता 

क्यो इतना  रूमानी था  वो 

शायद मेरा ही फ़साना था  वो 

जाने किसका दीवाना था  वो

TWENTY 20 OF LIFE,CHAPTER 19

 

There is a chapter in the Hindu epic, Mahabharata, where Yaksha questions Yudhisthira, the eldest son of Kunti and Pandav. Yaksha asks a total eighteen questions with philosophical ramification. Though all eighteen questions are thought provoking, one question that often leads a great mystery of this universe is ‘death’. The question is, ‘what is the greatest wonder?’ Yudhishthira answers, ‘day after day, countless people die, yet we wish to live forever. O Lord, what can be a greater wonder?’

Yes, the questions related to life and death are like a wonder to us and we try to find their answers through different philosophies. One of the most powerful philosophies that people believe in is the existence of God. God is the one who controls our life and death. As a youngster, this topic of ‘life, death, and God’ haunts many. Some even give up their materialistic life to find the answer to this mystery. We have thousands of examples where people abandoned their regular life to seek the answers of life, death, and God. This chapter is for all such youngsters who often find themselves in the middle of such thoughts and feel restless.

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TWENTY 20 OF LIFE

मानसून की बारिश

मानसून की बारिश में भीगना

आज भी याद है मुझको।

तुम्हारे छोटे से छाते में

खुद को समेटना

आज भी याद है

मुझको।

CO-MAT-OSE CHAPTER 4

 

अक्षरों के साए में ( अमृता प्रीतम)

  

अक्षरों के साए में ( अमृता प्रीतम)

Those who are in love with Amrita will fall in love with her again. Her writing motivates any reader to go deep into minute details of life.It's an autobiography of Amrita Pritam where she shares her life's deepest secrets and feelings with so much ease that you start feeling as if you are in a conversation with her. Those who have already read Pritam, this does not bring any more surprises but allows them to appreciate the incisiveness of her writing. Those who are not introduced to her writing may find many chapters inexplicable, for example-chapter -shadows of dreams 

TWENTY 20 OF LIFE-INTRODUCTION

 

ü This book will help you find the change you are looking for through pride.

PRIDE means P: Perspective, R: Readiness, I: Implementation, D: Delight, E: Evaluation

• Perspective
• Perspective means how you look at things. The way you look at problems is very crucial. Your perspective defines your problem and in fact, makes your way. Everything in this world has a perspective to it, and it’s important for you to have a sound perspective towards things. Though every individual has her own perspective based on her context, we must reflect and work on it. Simply put, a perspective comprises of principles that are essential to understanding things.
• Readiness:
• There are many people who have a good perspective on things. They also know what principles they need to work on. Still, we may find such people struggling to solve their problems. Well, this is very important! Many problems are habits, and it is very difficult to change habits unless we know the process of breaking and making them. The first step of changing any habit is to be ready for action. Now, being ready does not mean just getting mentally ready for the change. Here I am talking about getting ready at the minutest level, which means getting the stimulus ready. Stimulus or cue or reminder – whatever you call, it does not matter, it is actually getting in a state of readiness. This conditioning is crucial if we want to break or make a habit. It happens so quickly that we don’t even notice it. For example, we check our WhatsApp every time there is a message tone. Here, this notification tone is the stimulus that prompts us to take action, which is to check the message.
•  Implementation:
• After the state of readiness comes implementation, which simply means putting your readiness into action. Here, the action is the key, but without the right perspective, it will not yield anything. To perform the required action for the right thing you need to prepare yourself for that state. Another important thing for action is its continuity. If you do a thing once or twice, it won’t affect you much. You must act again and again, and that’s what makes it an implementation. Implementation happens only through repeated action.
•  Delight
• Why would someone do things again and again if there is no joy in it? Would you do something that does not give you any reward? Will your mind accept something that does not give any satisfaction to it? To be very honest the answer is no. You must look for the delight that you will get upon implementation. For example, if you go to the gym for fifteen days regularly and notice that you are now able to wear your old dresses, how would you feel? Your motivation to go to the gym will further increase. That’s what the value of delight is.
•  Evaluation
• You put the right perspective, you get ready, you implement things, you start getting delights. What next? For any process to be completed, you must evaluate the outcome. You must reflect upon the process as well as the product. What did you learn? What did the experiences teach you? What were your strengths and weaknesses during the whole process? Once you evaluate yourself, you will be able to move to the next step or maybe the next goal.
• If you follow PRIDE, the results in your life will help you take PRIDE (self-respect) from your efforts.

Who killed my sister 315131?

 

15th August 1947- Loma was born

December 1959-Who killed my sister 315131 ?

1969- Loma and G Rohan

1970-Vishnu Bodh

Feb 1976-Aug 1976- Sinduja and G Rohan

Oct 1976- Joseph

Feb 1977-Sinduja and RSR

Oct 1978-MSR

1984-MSR and Joseph

1991-MSR, Joseph, Vishnu Bodh, Vaishali

2012- Farheen-Harpreet-Shabnam

December 2019- Who killed my sister 315131 ?

Shabnam- MSR-Vishnu Bodh

दीवाना 1

 

मैं बरसों खोजती रही

उसको भुलाने के रास्ते !

और खुद को भूल

गयी उसके वास्ते !

एक दिन अरसा गुजरे

उसके घर दस्तक दे डाली

उसका मकान था खाली

जगह बड़ी सुनसनी थी वो

कहते हैं उसी मकान की छत से कूदा था वो हँसते हुए

 इतना प्यारा मस्ताना था

शायद मेरा ही फ़साना था वो

जाने किसका दीवाना था वो

Who killed my sister? November 2012

 

Didi killed herself, but why? I have been plagued with this question my entire life. The events of that day continue to resurface for me even after 26 years. Vaishali Didi traveled to Bangalore on October 9. It was her official travel, she claimed. I was sitting in the park with friends in the evening when she got back from Bangalore. I asked my younger sister, Naina, if she had come when I got home. Yes, she had arrived and purchased an iPod for you. When I entered Vaishali Didi's room, I noticed that her clothes, books, beauty kit, camera, and small notebook were all spread out on the bed. She kept this diary with her at all times, and she kept it very private. This journal had not been seen by anyone. I had occasionally glanced at the diary. There were few words, few numbers, and doodles. I often tried to ask, but she would never really answer. She once told me that someone's life is chronicled in this diary. Since each page represents a day, the entire journal represents the person's entire life. Then she remarked, "This is for you," and gave me an iPod. I was overjoyed. I hugged her without realizing it would be our final one. I overheard my parents discussing preparations for Vaishali Didi's wedding later, before supper. I became concerned since I knew Didi had no desire to get married. I went inside. She did not answer the door when I knocked. The door stood open. As soon as I walked into the room, I became terrified. Didi was on the bed, and she was lying in a rather odd posture. Her long hair fell to the floor. I said softly, "Didi, Didi, are you sleeping?" She did not answer."Haan, Geetu!" Didi exclaimed as I patted her shoulder. "Are you sleeping, di?" "No, no," she said and stood up. She had an unfamiliar face. I noticed she was carrying a white Mala as soon as I turned on the light. I believed her to be meditating. She denied that she was meditating when I inquired. I stroked the mala as she left the room to get some water. It appeared to be a weird Mala because of its shape.

Who killed my sister? SH

 

How can you truly forget the people you love? I believed I could do so when I was younger. However, as a 43-year-old mother of a 9-year-old girl, I find it quite difficult to let go of all those lovely individuals who were previously an integral part of my life. I was once told by MSR that humans are incredibly complex creatures who cannot transcend their past. He was always that way—philosophical and enigmatic. I found him so admirable. At the time, listening to his thoughts on love, life, and many other topics he could only discuss was one of my two favorite things. The other was to lay next to Vaishu Didi and hold her arms as I smiled, spoke, and told her my life's secrets. Well, that was a lifetime ago—26 years ago. Then Zahir arrived and showed me how to travel and live a free life. I can still clearly recall that morning in the highlands close to the Himalayas, when the air was filled with the aroma of deodar trees and birds had just begun their morning calls. I noticed him sketching and feeding the dogs biscuits as I peered out the window. The dogs were at ease with him, and he was at ease with them. When I came out to greet him, I saw that he was so absorbed in his painting that he was unaware of me and did not even attempt to wave hello. Then he stopped to show me his painting. He wrote his favorite lines—Hum Intezzar Karenge Tera Qyamat Tak, Khuda Kare Ki Qyamat Ho Aur Tu Aaye—on my photo with him. When we were together, we fell completely in love and even loved more deeply throughout the years though we were apart. Later he also disappeared, just as MSR and Vaishu didi had done without telling anyone. Unlike all other stories, which had a beginning, middle, and end, my stories did not finish. My only question now, as I look back on all the times I spent with my loved ones, is: Why did they leave?                         My name is Shabnam, or Shabbs as people like to call me. This is a tale of some of the most beautiful people I have ever met. I work as a neurosurgeon in New Delhi. Although the story is lengthy, I promise you will stick with me through it all since it is about dreams and hopes despite unanswered questions and unfulfilled promises. It also discusses the intricacies of interpersonal relationships. I will now tell you my narrative, which requires you to return to 1959 to understand it.

 

Who killed my sister? VD

Jan 1999

I was quite close to Vaishali Didi and shared a strong emotional bond with her. There was a unique sense of security and warmth that I used to get from Vaishali di. MSR also used to make me feel the same way. Another thing the two had in common was that they were both extremely enigmatic, making it difficult to learn anything about them. Didi’s childhood was difficult. Her parents, who were my Mausa-Mausi , used to discriminate between didi and her younger brother Devang bhaiya. Because of this, there were regular fights between the brother and sister. And after each fight Vaishali Di will get the beating from her mother. My mother often used to tell mausi to treat Vaishali properly because Vaishali Didi was very sensitive child. Initially she used to cry easily. Later she started showing anger. Once there was fight between her and Devang Bhaiya . Dewang Bhaiya was asking to her play with him but she was not interested. Devang bhaiya started abusing her. She lost her patience and picked up his bat and hit him on his back.  Devang bhaiya started screaming so much that all the neighbours came and was consoled by everyone. Mausi had gone to market that time. When she came back, she locked Vaishali Didi in washroom for whole day. That time she was in grade 10  Devang bhaiya was in grade 5 and I was in grade 1 but still my memories of such incidents are very strong because I was very close to Didi and could clearly saw the impact of these incidents on her personality. By the time she had reached grade 12 her parents had started searching for her groom. Thankfully she was very good in studies and hence parents did not stop her studies. When she was studying in MBA a tragedy happened in our family. Vaishali Didi had returned from her college in the evening. She did not have lunch. Whole day Mausa ji and Mausi ji both were busy making list of items for their Kiryana Shop. Hence, they could not make food that day. They had eaten food from outside. Moreover, the pipe of LPG cylinder was leaking a bit. When Vaishali Didi asked for Maggi, Mausa ji went to market to buy new pipe. Mausi ji knew that Vaishali Didi gets angry very easily when food is not served on time. She thought that pipe is still fine and went to kitchen to prepare maggi. Unfortunately, the gas from pipe had already started leaking a bit and when she lightened the gas it burst and she caught the fire. Mausa ji came running and tried to save her but also got burnt in the fire. Vaishali Did was in washroom. She along with some neighbours took Mausa ji and Mausi ji to hospital but both died. Vaishali Did did not talk and at the same time she did not cry. She just went in her own zone. Her grandparents asked both the kids to join them in their native place in Vijaywada but Vaishali Didi refused to go. She wanted to prepare for her final semester exams. After MBA she got placement in an MNC. But her life remained the same. She would go to office, come back and spent hours and hours alone in her room. That time we did not have smart phones, what’app and other apps. Devang bhaiya did not write exams and had started taking care of Mausa ji’s shop

बेवफाई

 

दिल तोड़ कर मेरा 

मोहब्बत के गीत गुनगुनाते क्यों हो 

पत्थर में दिल नहीं होता 

उसकी मूरत बनाते क्यों हो 

सुनने में अच्छी लगे पर हकीकत में पूरी ना हो 

ऐसी कहानी सुनाते क्यों हो 

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फायदा

 उसके पिता ने पूछा 

तुमसे रिश्ता निभाने का क्या फायदा 

 

जिसको प्यार है वो क्यों ना आई 

आपके आने का क्या फायदा

 

बेरोजगार हो अपने लिए काम ढूंढो 

इतना इतराने का क्या फायदा 

 

दीवानों की तरह प्यार किया है 

चुपचाप निकाल जाने का क्या फायदा 

 

बेटा तुमसे बात कर रहा हूँ एक बड़े उम्र के व्यक्ति के माफिक 

इतना गुस्सा दिखाने का क्या फायदा 

 

सर आशिक हूँ , बेरोजगार हूँ , गुनहगार नहीं 

इतना घबराने का क्या फायदा 

Who killed my sister JAN 2019

On December 31, 2018, I made the decision to reapply for a job. One of my friends informed me that the private hospital where she works has a neurologist position open. On my way to Lajpatnagar from Delhi airport, I was wondering if I would be able to stay in Delhi . The crime against women was the main reason I had always detested Delhi. In the evening, I arrived at my friend Devyani's house. I went to the interview the following day. The interview went quite well because the most of the questions focused on my topic and included a small amount of conversation about my goals and plans for the future. The interview ended with them asking if I wanted to work in Delhi only or if I could also transfer to Chandigarh because they had a vacancy in their Chandigarh branch. I gladly accepted Chandigarh's request.

Who killed my sister? August 2013

One of my dreams came true on July 31st of that year. Hyderabad Medical College accepted me. I was gradually attempting to recover from the shock of Didi's passing. I occasionally had the feeling that she was calling to me while I slept. I was a little afraid, but I did not panic easily, so even though this was a significant event in my life, I was not depressed. Shweta, who was from a very traditional Telugu household, was my first buddy in college. I realized that grief may take many different forms after meeting her. For long years, Shweta suffered from depression. She does not even know why she was depressed. Every week, she attempted suicide, but she was so terrified that she would always stop when she had to take the final step. She attempted to hang from the noose and drink rat poison occasionally. She even attempted to sever her hand's veins once, but she was stopped just in time. For her, every day was her last day. She would occasionally cry uncontrollably by herself in her room. She would frequently tell me that she wanted to cry uncontrollably but did not know why. Since she was otherwise a completely normal person, it would not be fair to call it lunacy. In fact, she was one of the most genuine and charming people I have ever encountered.

Story 7 of Co-Mat-Ose

  18 घंटे की हवाई यात्रा के बाद जब मैं न्यू जर्सी उत्तरी तो मुझे बिलकुल भी थकान नहीं थी। प्लेन में शायद तीन चार घंटे तक सोयी होगी। सोने का मन तो किया था पर किसी भी पोजीशन में सहज नहीं थी। खिड़की से सिर सटाती तो गर्दन दर्द करती, सीट की ट्रे पर सिर रखती तो पीठ दर्द करती। एक बार तो बाजू वाले के कंधे पर भी मेरा सिर लग गया पर वह काफ़ी शांत महिला थी और कुछ नहीं बोली।

ख़ैर, फ़िल्मों के सहारे मेरा सफ़र आसानी से कट गया । बाकी  कमी हवाई जहाज के खाने और ड्रिंक्स ने पूरी कर दी। मन तो किया एक दो पेग और मार लूँ पर फिर सोचा पूरा महीने जम दारू पी रखी है,लीवर को थोड़ा आराम देती हूँ। पाँच फ़िल्मों में से एक फ़िल्म जिसने सीधे मेरे ग्रे मैटर को हिलाया, वो थी कोरियन फ़िल्म -पैरासायट। बाँग जूं हाँ की मैं हमेशा फ़ैन रही हूँ। ख़ासकर ‘ओकेजा’ देखने के बाद वह मेरे पसंदीदा कलाकारों मे शामिल हो गए थे। पता नहीं पैरासायट कैसे मिस हो गयी थी। दस साल पहले जब इसे ऑस्कर मिला था, तभी मन था इसे देख लूँ पर साल 2019 को कैसे भूल सकती हूँ। क्या एक दशक काफ़ी होता है अपने अंतर्मन को बदलने में या कुछ चुनिंदा हादसे, गहरे अनुभव जो हमारे दिमाग को धक्का देते हैं, हमारी मान्यताएँ जिनसे टूट कर गिरने लगती है वे चाहिए होता है बदलने के लिए? जान डूई भी तो कहते हैं- कुछ गहरे अनुभव ही जीवन में शिक्षा देते हैं, बाकी सब तो याद भी नहीं रहता? क्या हमारा दिमाग़ चुनता है कि क्या याद रखना है और क्या नहीं? कौन सी धारणा हम साथ लेकर चलते हैं और कौन सी मान्यताओं से हमारा अंतर्मन बनता है?

 जैसे ही न्यू जरसी हवाई अड्डे से बाहर आयी तो देवेन का संदेश आया कि उसे आने में देर होगी? मुझे बाहर बस स्टेशन पर इंतज़ार करने को बोला था इसलिए मैं रास्ता पूछते हुए स्टेशन तक आ गयी। स्टेशन बिलकुल खाली था।

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Do Chehre

 

उसको पहचान ना पाया

 

वह भी दोस्त था मेरा

 

जब पहचाना तो समझ आया 

 

वह ही दोस्त था मेरा।

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Co-Mat-Ose

 

उसके उस शहर को छोड़ते ही कोडी और फिरदौस की कहानी का अंत हो गया। आज जब वह बीस साल बाद इस शहर लौटा है तो मन में ये सवाल उठ रहा है कि फिरदौस कहाँ होगी? क्या आज भी वह उसी सलीके से अपना बैग, मोबाइल, झुमके निकाल कर कमरे के एक कोने में रख देती है? क्या आज भी वह अपने प्रियतम की तस्वीर बनाती होगी? आज कोडी कहाँ होगा, उसकी वर्तमान की कहानी में कौन से किरदार होंगे? क्या वह आज भी उस काल्पनिक कहानी को खेलता होगा जिसमें खुद वह ड्राइवर बनता था और उसे कंडक्टर बनाता था? क्या वह असलियत में उस कहानी को तो नहीं जी रहा और अपने साथी परिचालक से कहता हो -बस भर चुकी है, हमें सफ़र शुरू करना चाहिए।

दोपहर  के दो बजे वह होटल पहुँच गया। पहले तो मन किया कुछ देर सो ले पर पता नहीं कैसे कमरे में घुसते ही कोडी और फिरदौस का चेहरा उसकी आँखों के सामने आने लगा। मन में ख़याल आया कि इस शहर में आने के बाद भी उनसे मिलने की कोशिश नहीं की, तो फिर क्या ही किया?

Good bye, My captain, My first and last role model in life

 

He passed away yesterday. The one who taught me to be fearless in my life.

A mentor, a friend, a father figure, a supervisor, a teacher, and most importantly, the one who opened my eyes to the most beautiful and hidden worlds of my existence.

I know it is difficult to live when you lose someone as close to you as your family member.

I know life won't be the same for me from now onwards.

He was my first and last role model in life, and I will miss him.

Sometimes, just knowing that he was there gave me the confidence to face any challenge.

I promise you my Captain that I will write about you whenever I remember you and every other day when I need to talk to you.

You will always be missed , My Captain. Good bye!