Street Dogs....Bastards.... Offsprings of Bitches !!!

It is not only Delhi - the Sin City of India.... its everywhere.... one can find street dogs... bastards... off springs of bitches.... staring with wide eyes - the girls - from 5 to 55 , irrespective of age, colour, caste or creed .... whenever i see such things, i wish God give me strength or some black magic to kill those bastards on their bikes. The degrading of moral values in the land of sages has gone out of control. Let there be some ' xyz Dal' or some 'group' of moral brigade to kill such bastards.... on street.... in running buses...or in trains.... wherever they appear.....
The police is another breed of vultures, better avoid them. The media has given enough evidence these creatures are the most heinous leeches.
Let the girls carry poison needles with them or some sharp blade to cut the wrist of bastards....
Let media put awards for people who shoot the stray dogs and bastards teasing girls.......!!!!

My Heart Bleeds....

When i read the tragic death of Aman Kachroo, my heart bled... i felt like pumping six bullets in the chest of killers.... Why the young boys who want to become doctors i.e. life-saver go mad and take someones life for fun sake , so sadistic... so cruel to kill an innocent and promising lad of some parents. Ask the girl... who is his sister.... ask the younger brother of the killed boy... ask...ask... how cruel we Indians are...
Oh !!! Lord Shiva ... i shout... i cry... at you ...and ask you ...???
for how long will you keep smiling, with your closed eyes....
Open up you Third Eye...
And redeem this earth from the torture.and guilt.... parents get from the killer
Ask the little girl.... who had dreams in her eyes
to collect a lots of gifts from her brother - doctor...
Ask the little brother... who lost his brother - his inspiration !!!
Oh Lord ... stop smiling ... bring back the boy to the girl
whom you made to sob and weep for life...
Open your Eye - Destroy the evil doers... destroy the cruel and the corrupt....
My tribute to the departed soul...!!!

Family Bond - unmatched bliss

On 17th October, it was Diwali and my birthday. I have seen the calander, next year, if i am alive, it will be Dusherra on 17th October !!! My kids came home for 2 days holidays from their hostels and my youngest brother with family came to celebrate Diwali , all together. We enjoyed the company of each other. We missed our second brother who could not manage holidays due to his nature of job. We took bath and got ready for the Dewali Poojan. We decorated our lobby in which we had to pray and do pooja. We recited a lot many 'aartis' all together, from the aarti book. We had our aged mother with us, supervising our poojan activities.
We did a lot of rituals as commanded by our 'Mata ji' who seems to know each and every minute details of ritual, mending and amending the formal ritual. And we honestly followed her instructions without a pinch of irritation. In this respect, I think I am the richest person on earth, having all brothers and kids, loving and sharing emotional bond with each other.
Next day, all got ready to pack up for their respective destinations. By evening, we both were left alone, diving in the pond of sweet memories of the past days with the family members.
My best wishes to my blog readers 'May God bless you the same bliss which i enjoy with my family'. .... Ameen

A Tribute To My Father On Father's Day

My dear father.....my dear Bowji
i miss u badly... as if u have gone just now
When my son wished me on Father's Day
i thought of u and questioned myself with remorse ...???
Why...why such formal Days' were not observed
when my father was alive.....
i could have dared to wish my father
and express my deep love for him.....
Dear Bowji ...... i loved u very much, i loved u.....
but never expressed..... never expressed....
Dear Father.... i weep.... i sob.... i weep.... i sob....
let no one notice.... that i am weeping bocz.....
i never expressed my love for u....
how insane .... i was.... how cruel.... i was....
Today.... when my kids get serious... i get disturbed
even on telephon... i put ten questions.... to my kids,
what happened. ???.... why are u so sad ??? why r u so down ???
but on my part ..... i remained gloomy and remorseful.....
as if i had some hidden distance from u
now i realise, how u survived with ur son....
having no attachment for u......
Please .....please.....my dearest Bowji.... my dearest father
i loved u very much.... forgive me for my remorse for u...
for the reason not known to me.....
i could not dare to show .... how much i loved u .....
Why such Father's Day were not observed in those days..
so that for formality sake.... i could have shown my real love for u
if souls meet in heaven, i pray and wait for the day to meet u in heavens
U were a man of purity of heart, simple and kind hearted .....
why i could not enjoy ur company d way i wish to enjoy with my kids....
i cannot see my kids going away from my heart.....
i curse myself for being so cruel ... so selfish... so selfcentered....
but i could not realise ..... when i was a kid... i was a killjoy....
i never realised.... how a father feels when a growing child remains silent and gloomy....
i never knew..... how much u suffered .... u suffered a lot.... and died...
saying to my mother !!!!! that .... this boy will weep .... when i am dead
dear bowji.... u said it right.... very right... i am weeping ... i am crying...
i am crying..... i am crying.... i am missing u...... please bowji... forgive me....
i loved u so deeply.... i cannot express.....
i wish u be alive.... let it be for ten seconds.... i will express my love for u....
u were so good in nature, so caring, so jolly in nature.... then why... why ...
i remained gloomy and remorseful .... keeping a distance from u.....
today, i am dying with my own guilt.... with my own remorse.....
but i feel .... ur soul has guided me to love kids.... i love my kids .... thinking ....
this love will fulfill this gap which i had created ......
but my love ..... my deep love for u cannot be compensated with anything..
dear father..... u remain in my heart.... when i comtemplate.... i weep... i talk to u ...
only to say u sorry.... only to beg u pardon.... and cry to the seven skies....
father dear father..... i love u... i love u.... i love u.....

My Kids - Divine Bliss

We get the fruits of our actions in this life only. We need not wait for the next life. Only my heart knows what i am from inside and outside.i communicate with Almighty in simple language that He knows everything. i seek His constant help and guidance. I admit to Him that i cann't hide anything from him. i think that is why i am getting the bliss in the shape of shared love with my kids.. i have learnt to sublimate my frustrations and perversions. I wish all such negative traits, keep lying buried and be burnt to ashes when i breathe my last. May God held me............Amen !!!
My son who is a big blogger inspired me to start writing on blogs. He even created a blog for me. My daughter carried forward the flame, burning in me. She has recently taught me how to open the blog page and write. This is the first entry i am putting in my blog. I beg pardon if i offend sentiments of any reader unknowingly or erroneously.
If you love someone.....show it. It will be too late if you hesitate to show it ....... i loved my father - a humble and simple man but never showed my deep love and regard for him. I showed him my aggressiveness and anguish. He never saw me happy and smiling. Today if i find my kids serious, i become restless. I want to see them happy,without stress and anxiety. Today i can imagine the pain and remorse my dying father might had experienced from me. Please be simple hearted and love your kids. Leave aside your money and richness. Love them without any conditions. This is the bliss...... divine bliss..... rarely available in today's modern world. See more later...... Thanks . God bless you !!!!

Divine inspiration to create this BLOG !!!!!

When i returned from school and informed my wife and daughter that my address to hundred plus parents was wonderful. I told that a number of parents entered my office without seeking my permission to shake hands and praising for the tips i had shared to deal with their adoloscents.One or two had wetted their eyes. Truly speaking, i had nothing said special, it was so simple and common.On hearing this, my daughter out of compassion ...almost scolded me .....like a mother !!! "Why don't you write all this in your blog?" And lo....a new blog was created : In Search Of My Soul. Since my son inspired me to read a lot many books which he has already read. Today, Im addicted to read as many books as possible to enrich my life and the lives of my students, staff and parents as well.I enjoy the blessings of God through my kids.
With love and regards to my readers.