Wednesday, September 18, 2019

“My Dying Conscience”: Lovely poem by Reshmi Trivedi

Lovely poem by Reshmi Trivedi
Sometimes in the dark of the night,
I visit my conscience  
To see if  it is still breathing,
For its dying a slow death
Every day.

When I pay for a meal in a fancy place.
An amount which is perhaps the monthly income
Of the guard who holds the door open.
And quickly I shrug away that thought,
It dies a little.

When I buy vegetables from the vendor,
And his son "chhotu" smilingly weighs the potatoes,
Chhotu, a small child, who should be studying at school.
 I look the other way
It dies a little.

When I am decked up in a designer dress,
A dress that cost a bomb
And I see a woman at the crossing,
In tatters,trying unsuccessfully to save her dignity.
And I immediately  roll up my window.
It dies a little.

When I buy expensive gifts for my children,
On return,  I see half clad children,
With empty stomach and hungry eyes,
Selling toys at red light
I try to save my conscience by buying some, yet
It dies a little.

When my sick  maid sends her daughter to work,
Making her bunk school
I know I should tell her to go back.
But I look at the loaded sink and dirty dishes,
And I tell myself that is just for a couple of days
It dies a little.

When I hear about a rape
or a murder of a child,
I feel sad, yet a little thankful that it's not my child.
I can not  look at myself  in the mirror,
It dies a little.

When people fight over caste creed and religion.
I feel hurt and helpless
I tell  myself that my country is going to the dogs,
I blame the corrupt politicians,
Absolving myself of all responsibilities
It dies a little.

When my city is choked.
Breathing is dangerous  in the smog ridden metropolis,
I take my car to work daily ,
Not taking  the metro,not trying car pool.
One car won't make a difference, I think
It dies a little.

So when in the dark of the night,
I visit my conscience
And find it still breathing
I am surprised.
For, with my own hands
Daily, bit by bit, I kill it, I bury it.

Monday, November 26, 2018

The Sooner You Accept These 13 Brutal Truths About Life The Better Your Life Will Become

Life is hard. It's not all flowers and roses like they sell us in Hollywood movies. There are a lot of difficulties that we need to go through.

The best way to live life is by knowing certain things that are universal truths. You can't deny them and if you deny them for too long, you are up for a rough time.

To go through life smoothly, you need to accept the following truths wholeheartedly. It's for your best.

1. Everyone and Everything that we love will be lost

It's a harsh truth, but we can't avert our minds from it. Someday, you'll lose the people you love. Everything you've put your effort into will be lost too. There's nothing you can do about it. Mend your relationships, value the moments you have with yourself and your loved ones. It may all be gone the next moment. Cherish it all.

2. Even if you are good, expect that bad things will happen to you

It's a sad thing, but if you are good – bad things will happen to you. The good die young and the ones who are very brave perish easily. It's just how things work. What we can do is not let them die without cause or purpose.

3. Life won't ever be fair

Don't ask for fairness. Life isn't meant to be fair. The best people don't always get what they deserve and things don't always go our way. The least we can do is have a positive mind and enjoy whatever life gives us.

4. Don't expect people to be nice

There are rude people out there. However nice you might be, however nicely you treat them, they are going to be rude. Don't expect them to change. Don't change yourself. Remain kind because it's worth it.

5. We are never going to be perfect

We are not perfect. Nobody is. Neither can we ever be perfect. Stop looking for perfection. Try to address your weaknesses and improve them so that they don't make your life any messier.

6. Change will happen whether you want it or not

Nothing remains stable. You might think something to be permanent but the next moment it might go all upside-down. Change is inevitable. Don't resist it.

7. Wasted time is time lost forever

Wasted time is dead and gone. Time always flows and it flows forward. It never comes back for you. Once you have grown old, you're never going to go back. Every second counts. So start managing your time better. It's not as hard as you think it is!

8. It's not always going to be the way we think it will be

You may plan however way you want your life to go for you, but life is uncertain. However well you plan it, it may just go to waste. That's okay – we learn and we pick up ourselves and move on.

9. It's not money but time that's precious

Money is necessary. I'm not denying that but what is more important is time. Managing time and not wasting it in playfulness will help you with doing what you wished to achieve. And that's happiness.

10. Don't try to make everybody happy

Nobody can make everybody happy. You'll always have someone who'll criticize you, and someone will always try to stop you from doing what you had always wanted to do. Try to be happy yourself. Those who value you will be happy with your happiness.

11. To live comfortably, be productive

You can't live life without a purpose. You must have a goal to pursue that will lend your life a meaning. To live in comfort, be productive and do everything to reach that goal.

12. Stop existing, start living

There's a difference between existing and living. Living is experiencing. We are unfortunately pushed into a rat race early on in our lives. While competing in this race, we often forget to experience life. Stop for a while and look around you. Experience life for once – you'll definitely start living more and get away from mere existence.

13. Happiness is when you do something for others

Are you really happy? Look within yourself and think: if you are happy, who made you happy? What has made you this happy? When was the last time you found yourself this way? Do you remember what actions led you into this happiness? These are important questions. Find your answers, for that will help you understand how much happiness is related to your actions unto others as much as their actions unto you.

We are all connected. Yet life is hard and it can be painful sometimes. But equipped with these truths, you can tackle life as it comes, however painful it turns out to be.

Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Good Morning

Just be yourself. Let people see the real, imperfect, flawed, quirky, weird, beautiful & magical person that you are. - Mandy Hale

Wednesday, October 31, 2018

محبتوں میں ہر ایک لمحہ وصال ہو گا۔۔۔ یہ طے ہوا تھا۔​

محبتوں میں ہر ایک لمحہ وصال ہو گا۔۔۔ یہ طے ہوا تھا۔
بچھڑ کے بھی ایک دوسرے کا خیال ہو گا۔۔۔ یہ طے ہوا تھا۔
وہی ہُوا نا ، بدلتے موسم میں تم نے ہم کو بھلا دیا ہے۔۔۔
کوئی بھی رُت ہو نہ چاہتوں کو زوال ہو گا۔۔۔ یہ طے ہوا تھا۔
یہ کیا کہ سانسیں اکھڑ گئی ہیں سفر کے آغاز میں ہی یارو
کوئی بھی تھک کے نہ راستے میں نڈھال ہو گا۔۔۔ یہ طے ہوا تھا۔
جدا ہوئے ہیں تو کیا ہوا ہے یہی تو دستور زندگی ہے
جدائیوں میں نہ قربتوں کا ملال ہو گا۔۔۔ یہ طے ہوا تھا۔
چلو کہ فیضان کشتیوں کو جلا دیں گمنام ساحلوں پر
کہ اب یہاں سے نہ واپسی کا سوال ہو گا۔۔۔ یہ طے ہوا تھا۔

Thursday, October 25, 2018

یہ کبھی بھی خفا نہیں ہوتیں

بیٹیاں زخم--- سہہ نہیں پاتیں
بیٹیاں درد--- کہہ نہیں پاتیں

بیٹیاں آنکھ کا ستارہ ہیں
بیٹیاں درد میں سہارا ہیں

بیٹیوں کو ہراس مت کرنا
ان کو ہرگز اداس مت کرنا

بیٹیاں نور ہیں نگاہوں کا
بیٹیاں باب ہیں پناہوں کا

بیٹیاں دل کی صاف ہوتی ہیں
گویا کھلتا گلاب ہوتی ہیں

بیٹیوں کو سزائیں مت دینا
ان کو غم کی قبائیں مت دینا

بیٹیاں چاہتوں کی پیاسی ہیں
یہ پرائے چمن کی باسی ہیں

بیٹیاں بے وفا نہیں ہوتیں
یہ کبھی بھی خفا نہیں ہوتیں
یہ کبھی بھی خفا نہیں ہوتیں

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

کچھ بھی تو نہیں ویسا

کچھ بھی تو نہیں ویسا
جیسا تجھے سوچا تھا
جتنا تجھے چاہا تھا
سوچا تھا ترے لب پر
کچھ حرف دعاوْں کے
کچھ پھول وفاوْں کے
مہکیں گے مری خاطر
کچھ بھی تو نہیں ویسا
جیسا تجھے سوچا تھا
محسوس یہ ہوتا ہے
دکھ جھیلے تھے جو اب تک
بے نام مسافت میں
لکھنے کی محبّت میں
پڑھنے کی ضرورت میں
بے سوز ریاضت تھی
بے فیض عبادت تھی
جو خواب بھی دیکھے تھے
ان جاگتی آنکھوں نے
سب خام خیالی تھی
پھر بھی تجھے پانے کی
دل کے کسی گوشے میں
خواہش تو بچا لی تھی
لیکن تجھے پا کر بھی
اور خود کو گنوا کر بھی
اس حبس کے موسم کی
کھڑکی سے ہوا آئی
نہ پھول سے خوشبو کی
کوئی بھی صدا آئی
اب نیند ہے آنکھوں میں
نہ دل میں وہ پہلی سی
تازہ سخن آرائی
نہ لفظ میرے نکلے
نہ حرف و معانی کی
دانش مرے کام آئی
نادیدہ رفاقت میں
جتنی بھی اذیت تھی
سب ہی مرے نام آئی
کچھ بھی تو نہیں ویسا
جیسا تجھے سوچا تھا
جتنا تجھے چاہا تھا

وہ سارے لفظ جھوٹے تھے

وہ سارے لفظ جھوٹے تھے
شارق کیفی

محبت کی کمی 
لفظوں سے پوری کر رہا تھا میں 
مگر جب آج 

میں سچ مچ میں اس کو چاہتا ہوں 
اسے مجھ سے شکایت ہے خموشی کی 
کوئی بتلائے اس کو 
یہ خموشی ہی تو سچی ہے 
وہ سارے لفظ جھوٹے تھے

Wednesday, October 10, 2018

The true meaning and value of compassion and nonviolence.....

"Here is the true meaning and value of compassion and nonviolence, when it helps us to see the enemy's point of view, to hear his questions, to know his assessment of ourselves. For from his view we may indeed see the basic weaknesses of our own condition, and if we are mature, we may learn and grow and profit from the wisdom of the brothers who are called the opposition."

Tuesday, October 09, 2018

17 Extraordinary Stories of Giving—From People Just Like You and Me

17 Extraordinary Stories of Giving—From People Just Like You and Me

Reader's Digest Editors 

These acts of kindness—big and small—speak to the generosity of the American spirit.

No Junk Reading
Last year, Mathew Flores, a 12-year-old from Sandy, Utah, approached postal worker Ron Lynch and asked if he had any extra advertisements or random newsletters. The boy explained that he loved to read but couldn't afford books or even the bus fare to the library, so he would take anything the mailman had. Lynch was floored. "He didn't want electronics; he didn't want to sit in front of the TV playing games all day. The kid just wanted to read," Lynch told Lynch asked his Facebook friends for reading material. Soon, Flores was getting books from all over the world—the United States, England, and even India. For his part, Flores said that he plans to read all the books, then share them with other book-starved kids.

You Don't Learn This in College

When police found Fred Barley, 19, living in a tent on the campus of Gordon State College in Barnesville, Georgia, they were prepared to evict him. Then they heard his story. Barley had ridden six hours from Conyers, Georgia, on his little brother's bike, carrying all his possessions—a duffel bag, a tent, two gallons of water, and a box of cereal—in order to enroll for his second semester at the school as a biology major. He'd arrived early to look for a job, but no luck. "I'm like, 'Man, this is crazy,'" Officer Richard Carreker told ABC New York. Moved by Barley's plight, Carreker and his partner put Barley up at a motel on their own dime. Word spread, and soon people donated clothes, school supplies, funds to cover the rest of his motel stay—he was even given a job at a pizzeria. And then there was Casey Blaney of Barnesville, who started a GoFundMe page for Barley after spending time with him. "I thought, Geez, this kid just rode a 20-inch little boy's bike six hours in 100-degree weather. He's determined," she wrote on her Facebook page. The fund reached $184,000, all of which is going into an educational trust for Barley.

LouAnn's Last Flight

For 34 years, LouAnn Alexander worked as a flight attendant. But at the age of 58, she received a diagnosis of pancreatic cancer. Soon, the vivacious mother of two and grandmother-to-be was making plans for hospice care. Her older brother Rex Ridenoure was flying to see Alexander when he asked the flight attendant—an old colleague of Alexander's, as it turned out—if he could speak to the passengers. He talked about his sister, even passed his phone around the plane so they could see photos of her. He then handed out napkins and asked if they'd write a little something for Alexander. Ninety-six passengers responded. Some drew pictures. One man and his seatmate created flowers out of napkins and swizzle sticks. But mostly, there were warm words: "Your brother made me love you, and I don't even know you." And "My favorite quote from when I had two brain tumors: 'You're braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.'" Alexander died in April of this year, but Ridenoure never forgot the compassion shown that day. "I'm just amazed that given the opportunity, even total strangers will reach out and show a lot of empathy and concern," he said.
Source: Arizona Republic

The Donor

Brenda Jones, a 69-year-old great-grandmother, had spent a long year on the donor list waiting to receive a liver. Then, on July 18, a hospital in North Texas called—they had a viable liver for her. Meanwhile, 23-year-old Abigail Flores also needed a liver. Her situation was more urgent than Jones's. Without a transplant, doctors feared Flores had maybe one more day to live. So they asked Jones to give up her spot so that Flores could get the precious organ. Jones agreed. "In my heart, I wouldn't have been able to live with the liver if I had let this little girl die," she told WFAA. Jones was placed back at the top of the donor list and got a new liver days later.

Unflagging Love 

In August, Cari and Lauri Ryding came home to find their rainbow flag had been stolen and their house egged. Antihomosexual vandalism wasn't at all what they expected in their close-knit Natick, Massachusetts, neighborhood. As it turned out, it also wasn't what their neighbors expected. "We said, 'Why don't we all have the flags? They can't take them from all of us,'" Denis Gaughan told the Boston Globe. Within days, the rainbow flag—the symbol of gay pride—was flying in solidarity with the Rydings on over 40 other homes in this family-friendly area. "One person's act of fear and maliciousness created such a powerful statement of love," said Lauri. "Love wins. We win."

An Anniversary She'll Never Forget 

May 7, 2016, was to have been Yiru Sun's wedding day. But two months earlier, Sun, a New York City insurance executive, called it off after refusing to sign a prenuptial agreement. Trouble was, she'd put down a nonrefundable deposit on a luxury hall. So, working with nonprofits, she threw a pre-Mother's Day luncheon for 60 underprivileged kids and their families, none of whom she'd ever met. Sun, outfitted in her wedding dress, mingled and watched kids eat ice pops and have their faces painted. "I cannot be the princess of my wedding day," she told the New York Post, "but I can give the kids a fairy tale."

Splitting the Check

Americans donate approximately 2 percent of their disposable income to charity. Then there are Julia Wise and Jeff Kauffman. Since 2008, the couple, now 31 and 30, respectively, have donated half their income to charity, a total of $585,000. "We have what we need, so it makes sense to share with people," Wise told Wise, a social worker, and Kauffman, a computer programmer, plan on passing the philanthropy bug to their daughters, two-year-old Lily and six-month-old Anna. "We hope [they'll] grow up thinking this is a normal part of life," Wise said.

The Getaway

There was a jailbreak in Parker County, Texas, in June, and a correctional officer is alive because of it. Inmates were awaiting court appearances in a holding cell when the officer watching over them collapsed. The inmates called out for help. When none appeared, they used their collective weight to break down the cell door. Rather than making a run for it, they went to the officer's aid, still yelling for help. One even tried the officer's radio. Eventually, guards heard the commotion and came in. After placing the inmates back in their cell, CPR was performed on the stricken officer, saving his life. "It never crossed my mind not to help, whether he's got a gun or a badge," inmate Nick Kelton told WFAA. "If he falls down, I'm gonna help."

Nov-16-FEA-generosity-oh-baby-US161101GRebekka Garvison/Facebook

Oh, Baby!

Rebekka Garvison could feel the passengers' eyes rolling as she walked toward her seat carrying her newborn, Rylee. They were flying from Kalamazoo, Michigan, to Fort Rucker, Alabama, where Rebekka's husband was stationed. Minutes into the flight, Rylee wailed. A nearby couple glared, so Rebekka moved. Rylee was still crying when their seatmate, Nyfesha Miller, asked if she could try holding her. Rylee quickly fell asleep in Miller's arms and stayed that way throughout the flight. "Nyfesha Miller, you will never understand how happy this act of kindness has made my family," Rebekka wrote on Facebook. "You could've just been irritated like everyone else, but you held Rylee the entire flight and let me get some rest and peace of mind."
Source: CBS News

A World Away, and Yet So Close

Nigeria is a long way from the Baltimore suburb of Bel Air. Which is why Felicia Ikpum hadn't seen her son Mike Tersea for four years, ever since he'd left Nigeria on a basketball scholarship to John Carroll School. But with his graduation from John Carroll looming, Tersea's teachers and classmates thought his mother should be at the ceremony. "We wanted to do something valuable for one of our classmates," Joe Kyburz, the senior-class president, told the Baltimore Sun. Knowing Ikpum couldn't afford the plane ticket or hotel, the school raised $1,763 to bring her over. Nigeria can be a dangerous place, and Ikpum traveled 12 hours through terrorist-held land to make the flight. What was her reaction when she laid eyes on her son after four years? "I screamed, I shouted!"

Black and White And Blue

Prayer broke out all over this summer—Walmart aisles, gas stations, roadsides. In a Columbus, Georgia, Walmart, an African American man walked up to a white police officer, and within seconds, the two were holding hands with heads bowed in prayer. In Kentucky, a homeless man and a cop were photographed in a similar position. "They stood this way for about 30 seconds," said the woman who posted the photograph. In Mississippi, Deputy Sheriff Josh Harmon posted on Facebook: "Had one of the most amazing experiences of my life. [An elderly black woman] comes up to me and says, 'Your life matters. Can I pray with you?' And we prayed. And people joined in. They were black, white together. There was no hate. It was just praying."

Flower Power

When my husband was hospitalized for almost a year, my house was left to fend for itself. One day, I came home from another long day by my husband's bedside to discover our flower boxes brimming with beautiful flowers. A neighbor did this for me. She wanted me to have something nice to look at when I came home.
Ruth Bilotta, Churchville, Pennsylvania

Paying It Forward—Literally

Thirty years ago, my world almost fell apart. I had surgery, was fired, and was informed by the IRS that my employer had not paid employment taxes. After a few weeks, I saw a flyer about a Japanese festival. Although a physical and emotional wreck, I decided to go. There, I met a Japanese gentleman with whom I chatted for hours. A few months later, I came home to find a bouquet of flowers and a letter at my door. It was from that same friend. Inside the letter was a check for $10,000 to help me through my rough patch. Sixteen year later, I met a family that had been evicted from their home and needed $5,000 to close the escrow on a new house. Without hesitation, I handed them a check for the full amount. They call me their angel, but I remind them that I, too, once had an angel.
Hassmik Mahdessian, Glendale, California

Pro Bono Gardening

I am a widow who suffers from allergies and mobility problems, and I don't have the luxury of having family nearby. Thankfully, I have a kind teenager to do my yard work. One evening, I asked if he'd mind doing some extra work around the house. When I tried to tip him afterward, he refused. "You're going to spoil me," I said. Kyle answered, "Somebody needs to."
Marjorie Ann Smith, Westfield, Indiana

The Heavenly Job Reference

I used to work as a nurse's aide in a hospital, where I befriended an elderly patient. We shared stories and jokes—I even revealed to her my lifelong dream of being an illustrator. Once, after I told her about my sorrowfully tiny apartment and cheap furniture, she said, "Maybe one day a good leprechaun will come and help you." Soon after, she passed away. A few days later, there was a knock on my door. It was her son with a truckload of furniture for me. It had belonged to his mother, and she wanted me to have it. And then he handed me this note: "Betty, I promise to put in a good word for you in Heaven so you can get the job you've always wanted." Three months later, I got an illustrating job. My friend had kept her promise.
Betty Tenney, Sterling Heights, Michigan

Sharing in the Rain

I was running through the streets of New York, soaking wet thanks to a sudden storm, when I heard a voice: "Do you need an umbrella?" It was a woman standing in the doorway of a hotel. She grabbed an umbrella and handed it to me, saying, "Now you have at least one more reason to believe there's humanity in this world." Continuing on my way, I was now not only protected by an umbrella but also by the kindness that shows up now and then in the world.
Raimo Moysa, North Salem, New York

Originally Published on Readers Digest  


“My Dying Conscience”: Lovely poem by Reshmi Trivedi

Lovely poem by Reshmi Trivedi —————————————— Sometimes in the dark of the night, I visit my conscience   To see if  it is still breathing, F...