GOLDEN BOND.....................

Let me begun on this topic by raising a question that, have you ever come across any such person in your life, who has no friend? If conducted a survey, I think majority will side with “NO” response. And if we talk of exceptional cases, they easily find one in voyage of life certainly. Accordingly it’s easy to conclude that GOD is more altruistic in blessing us with friends rather than a blood relation for this world abounds in orphans and those with no brothers and sisters. But everybody has a friend. It means friendship is highly universal in character in analogy to blood relation. Hence it won’t be overt to say that such is the nature of friendship that we can’t adjust ourselves in life without it. It’s a most frank relationship because the level of openness we enjoy with our friend certainly lacks in blood relations. We are much more frank with our friends rather than our parents. Everybody will vote in favor of this statement of mine that our friends act as our confidential files. It’s real because it is based on mutual trust and understanding. This ‘real’ element in friendship provides a perfect base for frankness because we are open to those whom we trust thus making it relative too, but then relativity is a feature of every living as well as nonliving thing hence hardly required to be prominently mentioned. It is indispensable because of its very nature already mentioned that it is incredible to survive without it. It’s a hard core feature of our lives. It is evergreen as is proved by famous and popular saying that “old is gold”. As time passes it turns stronger and stronger. It’s dependable, for like our parents our friends are also ever ready to help us out in grave hours of life. They ease us, console us and make us strong because they care. It’s resembles with Gita’s ‘Nishkaamkarma’ and Kant’s dictum of ‘duty for the sake of duty’ because we act in friendship not with a purpose of gaining anything. It’s above give and take kind of business and conditions.  It’s even hilarious. It makes us mad. We laugh out loud and enjoy fearlessly thus it makes us feel on top of the world. It is innocent like a child because it understands the language of love which is beyond cast, color, race and religion and hence breeds on tolerance. It’s pure, for it’s a relation by heart rather than mind. What else to say than concluding briefly that this GOLDEN BOND of “FRIENDSHIP” makes our lives, “A WALK TO REMEMBER”……………

FROM KIRUN'S HEART...

Jaane kya khwaab sanjoti hain ye aankhen,

Phir kuch der me chalak jaati hai,

Maano khwaab poore hone se pehle,

Gamon ki unko nazar lag jaati hai.

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Khushiyon se aankh micholi ka rishta hai hamaara,

Duur se hi dekh inhe hum khush ho liya karte hain,

Isse pehle ki ye hamare daaman me aayein,

Gam chupke se hamare saath ho liya karte hain.

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WHY...............???????????

Why do we easily succumb to the prangs of life. We are born alone; we die alone then why this voyage between life and death is so dependent upon relationships and desires. Why this craving. Is it the pleasure we drive out of these which makes us crazy. Why we do not get in mind the real deceiving nature of this pleasure; that this pleasure is momentary for nothing lasts forever. It means our desire is the root cause of our sorrow. So whats the cure? Detachment? May be. But had it been easy to get datached our lot would have been so very easy. Hence suffering is the only destiny of craving souls and those who master their senses enjoy in eternal bliss.

COMPOSITION CLOSE 2 KIRUN'S HEART......

*****Backstreet Boys: As Long As You Love Me*****

As long as you love me

Although loneliness has always been a friend of mine
I'm leavin' my life in your hands
People say I'm crazy and that I am blind
Risking it all in a glance

And how you got me blind is still a mystery
I can't get you out of my head
Don't care what is written in your history
As long as you're here with me

I don't care who you are
Where you're from, what you did
As long as you love me
Who you are, where you're from
Don't care what you did
As long as you love me

Every little thing that you have said and done
Feels like it's deep within me
Doesn't really matter if you're on the run
It seems like we're meant to be

I don't care who you are
(Who you are)
Where you're from
(Where you're from)
What you did
As long as you love me

(I don't know)
Who you are
(Who you are)
Where you're from
(Where you're from)
Don't care what you did
As long as you love me
As long as you love me

I've tried to hide it so that no one knows
But I guess it shows when you look into my eyes
What you did and where you're comin' from
(I don't care)
As long as you love me, baby

I don't care who you are
(Who you are)
Where you're from
(Where you're from)
What you did
As long as you love me
(As long as you love me)

Who you are
(Who you are)
Where you're from
(Where you're from)
Don't care what you did
As long as you love me
(As long as you love me)

Who you are
(Who you are)
Where you're from
What you did
As long as you love me

Who you are
(Who you are)
Where you're from
(Where you're from)
As long as you love me

Who you are
As long as you love me
What you did
(I don't care)
As long as you love me

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The Backstreet Boys is made up with 5 unique members:

• Nick Carter
• Brian Littrell
• Howie Dorough
• Kevin Scott Richardson
• A.J. McLean

The Backstreet Boys have been together for over 10 years and have sold over eighty-million albums world wide. They first came out in the late 90s.
Got the name "Backstreet Boys" from an Orlando flea market called the Backstreet Market.
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Encounter with ground reality.

Once i was on my way to my Alma Mater by a rikshaw. It was rainy season so it started raining after some time and hence we had to halt. I was holding my lunch box polythene in my hand and thought of throwing it away. As i was about to throw it, my rickshaw puller at once requested, "please don't throw it away, give it to me instead, it will protect me from rain".
This encounter with ground reality inflicted an anguish deep into my heart. Incidence of this sort and many more innumerable to mention, which take place in our day to day life pose a big question mark on our role as a responsible and aware citizens.

"MOTHER", an epitome of categorical love.

Whose image gleams in our mind, we are sure about will be there for us, whenever we'll turn to.....certainly none other than our "MOTHER", an epitome of categorical and unconditional love. Regardless of how much we grow up with time, but Her expression of love bears no sign of ageing ever. Such is the beauty and charisma of Her love, that underneath its shade, the moment she embraces us, all our mental chaos is vented off and we rejoice in the serene state of heart. Her's is the only love, showered unconditionally because she only knows the act of giving. She listens to you like no body does because she is the only one most concerned about you. You sometimes even shout at her, to give vent to your feelings shot up by other reasons and she assimilates it all with not even a word because she wants you to remain unpreturbed. When you happen to leave for your school, outing, official tour or whatever, she bulks your bag with her hand made goodies despite your stubborn 'NO', because she understands the nature of your hunger most and what satisfaction she attains with this act, she only knows. No matter, for how many years you have walked on this earth, but during disress, its 'MOTHER' your heart longs for. Your achievements does'nt makes you happy, unless you share them with HER. She is in YOU and you are in HER.
The world says God's love is categorical, but i have'nt seen God, i have only seen MOTHER and felt her boundless love. So my mother is my God on earth for me. I don't need to pray her for my needs, because she understands before i speak and gives me before i ask for with NO COMMERCE involved in between HER and ME. What else can i say about HER. I'll certainly fall short of verbal expression because MOTHER is beyond definition.................

KIRUN COMPOSED HER AGGRESSION.......on 27th september 2005

"मिटटी के पिंजरे के अन्दर,

है भावनाओं का वह समंदर,

जिसकी लहरों में है ताकत इतनी,

की पिंजरे की इनके सामने  कोई हसियत नहीं,

जहाँ चाहें ये लहरें ले जाती है इसे,

यह किसी और के इशारों की मोहताज नहीं"