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DOORIYAN

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DISTANCE-DOORIYAN

        

       The sneaking distance … dooriyan had germinated long ago. But it had begun to flower only now. I wasn’t aware of it nor was my God. And there weren’t any signs of it either. Not even a whoosh of an air. Even when the roots beneath may have been screaming about it, for a long time now. In the hope of a bright future perhaps, the venom was held back, for far too long. So, on the face of it there wasn’t even a chisel of hate but no one knew what was brewing inside.

    He had parted long ago. Shama then, was young. And what followed was a serpentine struggle, all the way to get her children up to the root and wings in the hurricane of life. Affluence had eluded her and miseries had surrounded her. Where, I had sneaked in as her isthmus between the devil and the deep blue sea that is the horrid present and the unseen and unknown future. She kept accepting in warm grace, things I was doing for her and feigned happiness all the while in return. But the tempest was only building in her. Perhaps, she was angry with her own destiny and the person who had written it but she couldn’t have challenged him. The damning offshoots of which, she had even passed it on to her children for the final onslaught that was still to come.

    Uneasy years had flown by and her challenges had somewhat leveled. Life was beginning to smile at her again as she had almost passed the upstream. But hatred is the steepest upstream they say. And all throughout her overwhelming jinx I thought I was her steersman but she had carved me as the conman.

    For all the unpleasant things that had ripped her life, she now wanted a villain to blame squarely and that was me. Perhaps, she was blindfolded when she encountered destiny and later thought it was just another me. She delighted in praising select others for all the good things that had happened in her life and for the incorrigible turmoil and shaky vicissitudes it was me. She walked around with upbraided vanity claiming all the ancestry as she gradually passed the lethal baton to her restless children who were breathing fire.

    Time had flown in an unsurprising gush. There were murmurs one day that the villain too had parted or was he done away with. No one knew. But there were smiles and the wicked smiles all around. She had sighed in ecstasy after an eon. It was all bright and beautiful around her. As, she, had finally attained complete, unquestionable ancestry. The villain had finally gone.

    Ceremoniously her time kept ticking and with that her ambitions kept upgrading until one day Shama saw the first spectre of another villain in her life and this time it was her own grown up child.

posted by Kamlesh Tripathi

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‘MANVANTARA’—THE METHOD OF TIME CALCULATION

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

 

Hindu calculation of time is based on ‘manvantara.’ Antara means “space” or “duration between.” Manvantara is therefore a period of time or duration, during which a Manu (the archetypal human being) rules the entire creation. Hindus developed the skill of calculating time based on manvantaras. Western scientists and archaeologists later discovered. That these manvantaras are based on accurate astronomical calculations.

One manvantara is calculated as follows;

  • 360 human years make one divya varshs (celestial year)
  • 4,800 divya varshas make one Satya Yuga, or Krita Yuga.
  • 3,600 divya varshas make one Treta Yuga.
  • 2,400 divya varshas make one Dvapara Yuga.
  • 1,200 divya varsha make one Kali Yuga.

All the yugas together total to 12,000 divya varshas. This one cycle of all the yugas makes one Maha-Yuga or Chatur-Yuga. One Manvantara=71 Maha-yugas, or 306,720,000 human years. One Kalpa, or cycle of creation, preservation, and destruction=14 manvantaras. and thus the cycle of time continues.

At the beginning of each manvantara, a Manu appears and codifies all ethical and social regulations to be followed during the manvantara. The Manu whose code is currently being followed is Vaivasvata Manu, who is the seventh in the line of the cycle of 14 Manus. The six Manus who preceded Vaivasvata Manu were: Svayambhuva, Svarochisha, Uttama, Tamasa, Raivata and Chakshusha. The seven who will follow Vaivasvata Manu are: Savarni, Daksha-savarni, Brahma-savarni, Dharma-savarni, Rudra-savarni, Deva-savarni and Indra-savarni.

Extracted from Hindu holy granth.

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POETRY: WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES TIME

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

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WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES TIME

When the clock strikes time,

It tells my mind,

That in the interest of a lifetime,

I need to do something sublime.

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When the clock strikes time,

It reminds,

One needs to climb,

The lofty mountains of harrowing times,

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For time is never kind,

In the bewilderment of a lifetime,

Where in the cadence of strides,

Timing and direction needs to be right.

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Where the clock-dial looks like a shrine,

And the needles, the pricking needles of a lifetime,

And the pendulum, the uncertain sting of time,

Is when the clock chimes to announce the unmet rigors of time.

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And between the clock and my mind,

Remains the eerie twine,

Of sad and merry times,

In the hobnob of ethereal mesmerize.

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For let’s not blame the clock,

To what we suffer over times,

For clock is no shrine,

That carves our noxious times.

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For we bring about our own time,

In the rigmarole of enduring spine,

And when the clock strikes time,

It only reminds of our sync with times.

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POETRY: BAD TIMES A FRIEND OF ALL TIMES

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

BAD TIMES TIME GOOD TIME

BAD TIMES A FRIEND OF ALL TIMES

PRICEY AND SNOBBY WAS GOOD TIMES,

WHEN BAD TIMES WAS A FRIEND OF ALL TIMES,

CHOOSY AND SELECTIVE WAS GOOD TIMES,

WHEN CHEAPLY AVAILABLE WAS BAD TIMES.

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IN THE SKIT OF LIFE,

FEW HAD THE PRIVILEGE OF GOOD TIMES,

REST REMAINED IN THE DOMAIN OF BAD TIMES,

QUITE EASILY A FRIEND OF ALL TIMES.

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WHERE ONE LONGS FOR GOOD TIMES,

BAD TIME COMES UNINVITED,

GOOD TIMES CHOOSES WHERE TO GO,

BUT BAD TIMES HOVERS EVERY PORE.

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GOOD TIMES IS A FRIEND OF THE FEW,

WHERE BAD TIMES IS A FRIEND OF MANY,

GOOD TIMES IS ELITIST,

WHERE BAD TIMES IS POPULIST.

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AND IN THE CAGE OF TIMES,

ONLY FEW ARE HAVING A GOOD TIME,

AND IN GENERAL BAD TIMES,

AND THAT MAKES ME ASK,

WHO INVENTED THESE SLIMY TIMES,

DOESN’T LOOK LIKE A WORK OF A SHRINE,

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BUT DOES GOD WORK THROUGH TIMES,

OR TIME WORKS THROUGH GOD,

THE QUESTION REMAINS UNANSWERED,

OVER A LONG PERIOD OF TIME.

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BAD TIMES IS MORE LABORIOUS THAN GOOD TIMES,

AND IT ALSO TEACHES LESSONS OF LIFE,

WHILE GOOD TIMES TEACHES LESSONS OF RHYME,

AND IT ALL HAPPENS IN THE AMBIT OF CAGED TIME.

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AND IN THE FREQUENTS OF LIFE,

I HAVE DEALT MORE WITH THE WRATH OF BAD TIMES,

THAN THE RHYMES OF GOOD TIMES,

AND SO BAD TIMES IS A FRIEND OF ALL TIMES.

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POETRY: TAKING THE FIRST STEP

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

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TAKING THE FIRST STEP

 

In the journey of life,

Taking the first step was always a fright,

For there was no direction in sight,

Because it was a maiden flight,

And success was nowhere in hype.

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A small beginning was all that mattered,

To bring about even a big charter,

Determined I coursed my way as I began my tread,

Only to realise the first step was bigger than the chapter.

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Big things have small beginnings,

Small steps have longer journeys,

For first step breaks the inertia,

And first step starts the journey,

And journey takes you on the mission.

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Remember first step is the dare,

And so you need to be beware,

For first step is path breaking,

And path-breaking is water shed.

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And to bring about your watershed,

Don’t fear the first step,

For fear is road block and fear is your enemy,

And between fear and action,

Lies the destiny,

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And if you don’t feel the need of a first step,

Ask yourself why,

For if you want moments of high,

It has to be through the skies,

And skies are not available,

Till you take the first step to fly.

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POETRY: EERIE WAYS OF TIME

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

TIME 2 TIME 3 TIME

EERIE WAYS OF TIME

 

IN THE SPATE OF TIMES,

IT WAS ALWAYS A MIX OF GOOD AND BAD TIMES,

BUT ALL OF IT WAS TIME’S TIME,

FOR I NEVER OWNED AN IOTA OF TIME,

AND TIME APPEARED LIKE A BORROWED RHYME.

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AND IN THIS ERRATIC WORLD OF MINE,

NO ONE COULD RULE OVER TIME,

AND HAVING CONQUERED THE WORLD,

ONE STILL LOST TO TIME.

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WHILE I CURSED BAD TIMES,

I LONGED FOR GOOD TIMES,

BUT THIS EERIE FAMILY OF TIME,

NEVER GAVE ME A STEADY TIME.

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IN CERTAIN MOMENTS AEONS HAPPENED,

AND IN CERTAIN AEONS ONLY MOMENTS COULD HAPPENED,

BUT IN THE GRAPH OF TIME,

EVERYWHERE EVERY TIME SOMETHING ALWAYS HAPPENED.

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 IT NEVER LET ME REST,

AS IT NEVER RESTED ITSELF,

ALWAYS KEPT ME ON MY TOES,

EVEN WHEN IT HAD NO TOES.

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AGELESS, SPEECHLESS, SOUNDLESS,

COLOURLESS, ODOURLESS, SHAPELESS, STARELESS,

YET IT COMBATS THE MIGHTIEST,

AND SAVES THE DAINTIEST.

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IT HAS NO RELIGION,

NO PLACE OF WORSHIP,

NO COUNTRY IT BELONGS TO,

AND NO PLANET IT COMES FROM.

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YET WHEN I LOOK BACK,

I FIND I WAS NEVER WITHOUT TIME,

WHETHER GOOD OR BAD,

NEVERTHELESS I WAS ALWAYS IN THE COMPANY OF TIME.

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AND THEN ONE DAY IT SMILED AND SAID,

I AM YOUR FRIEND, YOUR MENTOR AND YOUR MIRROR OF LIFE,

FOR WHEN YOU DO GOOD TO OTHERS I MAKE YOU SMILE,

AND WHEN YOU HURT I MAKE YOU CRY.

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AND IN TIMES OF CRISIS,

I AM THE BIGGEST HEALER,

AND AS YOU TREAD YOUR JOURNEY,

I FOLLOW YOU AS YOUR HEALER.

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SO LEARN TO RESPECT THY TIME,

AS YOU WON’T GO FAR IF YOU WASTE TIME,

FOR GOOD-TIME IS SCARCE,

IN THIS WORLD OF CRIME.

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AND WHETHER THIS WAY OR THAT WAY,

TIME WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU EITHER WAY,

AND AS TIME SAYS,

THAT’S MY EERIE WAYS.

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YOU REALLY WON’T KNOW WHO ALL WILL BE THERE TO SEE YOU OFF WHEN YOUR MOMENT COMES

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We know nothing about our future, yet we all have a future.

As narrated by anonymous in Lucknow.

It was just the other day when I had gone for a cocktail dinner to one of my friend’s place, on the occasion of his daughter’s wedding somewhere in Gomti Nagar. I had really done a lot of planning to be there. Having come, all the way from Delhi. But for some reason my wife couldn’t accompany me on that particular day.

Considering it will be a late night. I had hired a cab for the evening; and was expecting to have some great recalling moments. Catching up with some very old friends.Whom I had not met for an eon now. Besides that, I also expected many unknown, yet distinguished guests on the occasion. Overall a formal flashy gathering, where I wasn’t wrong.

The party had just about begun in the first floor of a guest house that he had hired. The epicenter of the venue was quite well lit, with a festive ambience. Buoying with some lilting ghazals and appropriating the celebratory occasion to a rocking start.

I too saluted the moment by gulping down some whisky, as I waved out for some piping hot chicken-tikka-kabab, in the freezing, yet enjoyable ambient temperature. And, as I put a piece in my mouth, very strangely it went straight down my throat and into my food pipe before I could even chew it and started choking me. I felt a little alarmed and cussed to begin with.

First, I tried to gulp it down with some whisky and then some water. But to my shock both whisky and water started oozing out of my nose but the chicken remained where it was. I rushed to the toilet thinking I’m about to vomit but there too nothing great happened as the chicken piece or the chicken bone, still remained stuck.

In all of this some fifteen to twenty minutes must have passed. By now the party was in full blast, when I could hazily see, some unknown, yet smartly dressed up couples and their children around me. Just then, I felt I was close to a blackout. But there appeared not a single known face in the tangible surrounding. Whom I could have shouted for help. Moreover the music was too loud. And, by now I was beginning to feel a little embarrassed.

It was an unexpected and painful moment for me. When I could feel my present withering to a repulsive future. Coming my way on fast track; to grip me. I was now in deep agony now, for over twenty minutes. Breathing heavily through my nose and messy all over, is when I decided to leave. For I didn’t want the party to get spoilt. And by now my eyes had even blurred. All the fluid stuck in my throat was dripping out of my nose. My hanky was all wet and by now some people had also started noticing me.

Fortunately, I was able to locate my cabby in the car park. I waved at him. He appeared to be a smart guy. As he smelt something was wrong with me, just by observing my body language and drove the car right up to where I was standing, as if in divine sync. I slid in, and in panic, I asked him to take me home. And even though, he could make out, I was unwell, He did not say a word till he put the car in motion.

By now, another five minutes had passed. I called my wife at home and told her to be at the gate, to take me to a doctor forthwith. Briefly describing, what was stuck in my throat. She panicked upon hearing this. I was in deep agony by now. My eyes were closing and I was breathless.

Meanwhile, the driver, while he was driving, opened his water bottle and asked me to forcefully drink some water even if I couldn’t. Which I did, but nothing improved. On the contrary I became a little more uncomfortable. He then slowed the car and started patting me on my neck, but I remained uncomfortable. By now, I could make out we were crossing ‘Bhaisa Kund,’ the cremation ground at around 9.30 in the night. That was indeed scary. As, I found it quite still and dark, with I  so close to it. Will I be brought here tomorrow? Was the weird feel I got. And, will I survive this onslaught of chicken-tikka-kabab, I wondered, in surrendering emotion.

It was one of the most frightening moments of my life for obvious reasons. Since, no one from my family was there to hold me, except, the cabby who appeared as a family then. Who happened to be a young guy, and my only source of inspiration. Perhaps, the divine co-passenger sent from heaven, for the hallowed moment. I helplessly thought, will I make it from here? I pondered in pessimism, but by then my head had slumped forward, almost resting on the dashboard; perhaps the end was near, thought the cabby.

Is when I suddenly felt he had stepped up the vehicle. We were to turn right but he took to the left and in just about five minutes he stopped in front of a small hospital. He rushed inside and got a wheel chair and took me straight to the emergency ward with the help of a ward boy. By now, I was hardly able to converse, but the driver explained to the doctor, and the doctor with a minor procedure pulled out the chicken piece and advised me not to attempt it, ever again. And with that my trauma had subsided, but myriads of introspection arose.

Because, the last one hour had given me a feel of life’s biggest certainty, death. It also conveyed, you have very little control over your future. So enjoy every moment and create similar situations for others also. As anything can happen anytime. And all around you, you only have fellow passengers. For you don’t know who all will come to see you off. And, who all, you’ll see off, when the moment comes.

And, last but not the least, the incident took me close to an accident victim. Who suddenly dies away from his family and without any forewarning. He has no one to see him off. But my case was slightly different. Where, the fellow passenger, the driver in this case had come to see me off. For a moment I thought, the strong thread of family would have helped me go past that last flicker. From the feel of future to actually arriving at the future–death. But I guess the longing best wishes of my family and the presently departed souls at Bhaisa kund still wanted me alive and about, and so pulled me back with the lease of life. But then who knows when it will strike again.

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