"Spetează le copilărie"

“Spetează le copilărie” is a roman phrase meaning “back to childhood”, and why I used it cause I love Rome (don't know why)....I just love it.........

OK here it starts.......

Though, I am not having much of the experience in this profession, still I am unable to hold my nerves on to reveal my next touching entry to my blog.
Well, during the past days of recession of entry to my blog, I had really been confused to add something that really matters to me, but every time I think about it, i just couldn’t frame it out. I want to write about something so interesting that could really stand on something for me. Something that says about me, my feelings, the emotions I have, the way I look the things around me, to right about something that really do is promising, but it just so happen that I wasn't able to collect it at all. I mean there is something that is always in my mind but I just couldn't figure it out.
Then, some days back, I was just going through the latest entry to the blog of one of my favourite blog-gist. The moment I read it, I knew that what I was looking for. The feeling I got out of those lines was amazingly heart-thundering.

By reading it I really went to my childhood days.
I remember when once I asked my mother " Mamma chanda mama white kyun hai" and she replied "Because beta chanda is a bowl of kheer " and I thought I will eat it someday. There were thousands of questions all over my mind and I want her to answer all of those. I wonder then how a bowl could be hanging from the sky and how large it could be or if I would like to taste it how would I reach there. I want to ask her if someone else also knows about it and who else is going to be in my competition in having it, or if I would have to share it with someone. I wanted to ask her all about it but she told me to go to sleep. But I wasn't able to stop thinking of it.

How innocent a child is? He knows nothing but he can make out some sort of meaning of everything and generally those are really funny thoughts.

Once again on a shiny day, I was eating something I don't really remember what was it? But what I do remember is that when I was having my delicious meal suddenly I had a thought, no not really a thought, actually a sort of question again.

I was wondering what happens to the food we eat and where does it goes? I was about 4 then. I asked her about it. She smiled and said “There is a machine inside our stomach and it crushes the food and that ultimately comes out as p...y”. At that time the only machine I knew was the machine with the tailor. I wonder then, how a tailor machine could crush the food.

Isn’t it funny!

A child is truly a child of god but as we grew older and we get to know about the world and its regulations, the limits of thoughts that we have to confine ourselves to the boundaries the fake people has created, who themselves called the people of mankind, people of god, we also becomes like them.

I believe that we all have that little innocent child alive within us, but it is sleeping without knowing about all these fake things. If we want to live in a better world and want to live our life the way we always wished to, we must awake him.

I feel him and he is alive in me. I heard people saying u r still a child. I love to feel the way a child feels, how he thoughts?, I love the innocence behind his thinking, the imaginations in his thoughts, beyond everything I love the fearlessness of his thoughts, the world without boundaries, without explanation, without reason, the questions he is having and how desperately he wants to know there answers. I have kept him very much alive in me. Now it’s your turn to wake him up.

For him that is and always alive within us, the real child of god I want to dedicate these lines.

I wish I could go back again and found the way I feel then,

Now, I feel really alone, and missed those moments wondering where they are gone,

Those feeling could only be felt but I would be delighted if I could amalgamate them,

The feeling that you are safe if you are in the shadow of your mother,

Nothing can touch you if she is there,

I really miss those moments when I thought I am the best and I can achieve all,

The ride on father’s back, and the dreaming in mamma’s lap,

The fight with my brother and then asking him if he gets hurt,

I remember the beautiful night’s, and looking at the rising sun in surprise,

The silly Questions that matters then and there answers I never had,

Wondering if earth is oval, and if it is then why don’t we fall?

The play of an hour and fighting for the unknown honour,

Imagination beyond imaginations, I really miss my innocent wishes,

The reality in the shining eyes, the truth about which you can never feel disguised,

I miss my 1^st class girlfriend and her boyfriend she was having then,

I wish to be the child again, the one who is always alive in the heart of mine,

The one who is always alive in the heart of mine.

By: Vikash kumar singh

Hope you people got the message I want to convey and I really thanks the girl who unknowingly told me the road ahead.

OK that’s it "be the better of you"

Love : A divine body

I dedicate these lines to all the people’s who are in love with each other.

The tears in the eyes of mother,

A word of just four letters and is vast enough to occupy volumes of millions of universe,

It’s the power of deity, the way to articulate ecstasy,

The situation when you cannot distinguish between good or evil,

The craving to care and being cared by someone,

A hope of the dead to be alive and passion of flame to survive,

It’s a feeling that you are none and everyone at the same time,

A desire to be special; it’s a feeling to be important,

It’s in the blowing wind and like the light in the no moon night,

A world without boundaries, without conditions, without reasons,

The care of mother and the passion of lovers,

It's the belief in divine, the reason of our mere existence,

The divine power, the goddess mother,

The story of Shakespeare, the rain in summer,

It's the pearl in the ocean & a dream in dawn,

The smile of a lady, the spirituality of a chauvinist,

The kiss of a couple, the holiness of temple,

Like the art of an artist and the innocence of a kid,

The shine of sun, the glow of moon,

It's the path of success, the divinity of goddess,

It’s in the care of mother & heart of father,

In the prayer of a priest, and the song of night angle,

Love is ungovernable, unbeatable, and untouchable; it’s a divine soul,

I will love u forever and beyond.

By: Vikash kumar singh

Patriotism......ever given a thought to it???????

Patriotism
The feeling of ultimate passion, desire to sacrifice yourself for your country, a very distinct feeling which hold your mind like a magical potion and you start believing that you are immortal, ready to sacrifice anything without giving a thought to it.....the feeling that your country is your all what you have and nothing is above it, a proud feeling that i am born on this soil and this is my home..................
these may be some of the thoughts that a martyr must be having in his mind, i am not talking just about one martyr nor i am pointing to particular region or nation.........the feeling remain same it does not depend on places.....
My feeling about patriotism can never be accomplished if i won't write lines from the lovely poem written by a poet........

“saraphroshii kii tamannaa ab hamaare dil men hai,
dekhanaa hai jor kitanaa baajoo-ye-kaatil men hai,

(ai vatan,) karataa nahiin kyoon doosaraa kuchh baatachiit,
dekhataa hoon main jise vo chup terii mahaphil men hai,
ai shahiid-ye-mulk-o-millat, main tere oopar nisaar,
ab terii himmat kaa charachaa gair kii mahaphil men hai,
saraphroshii kii tamannaa ab hamaare dil men hai,

vakt aane par bataa denge tujhe, ye aasamaan,
ham abhii se kyaa bataayen kyaa hamaare dil men hai,
khench kar laaee hai sab ko ktl hone kii umiid,
aashikon kaa aaj jamaghat koochaa-ye-kaatil men hai,
saraphroshii kii tamannaa ab hamaare dil men hai,

hai liye hathiyaar dushman taak men baithaa udhar,
aur ham taiyaar hain siinaa liye apanaa idhar.
khoon se khelenge holii gar vatan mushkil men hai,
saraphroshii kii tamannaa ab hamaare dil men hai.


haath, jin men hai joonoon, katate nahii talavaar se,
sar jo uth jaate hain vo jhukate nahiin lalakaar se.
aur bhadkegaa jo sholaa saa hamaare dil men hai,
saraphroshii kii tamannaa ab hamaare dil men hai.

ham to ghar se hii the nikale baandhakar sar par kaphn,
jaan hathelii par liye lo bad chale hain ye kadam.
jindagii to apanii mashamaan mout kii mahaphil men hai,
saraphroshii kii tamannaa ab hamaare dil men hai.

yoon khadaa maktal men kaatil kah rahaa hai baar-baar,
kyaa tamannaa-ye-shahaadat bhii kisii ke dil men hai?
dil men toophaanon kii tolii aur nason men inkalaab,
hosh dushman ke udaa denge hamen roko n aaj.
door rah paaye jo hamase dam kahaan manjil men hai,
saraphroshii kii tamannaa ab hamaare dil men hai.”

These lines are sufficient enough to make anyone awake to there soul .........

The moment we talk about patriotism we went back in history and starts thinking about the Krantikari(martyr) folks who forfeited there life for their country......what makes them so brawny that they even forgets that they are mortal like any other living creature?...they had no fear, nothing could dishearten them.....what was it that makes them invincible?.....then i gather my thoughts and gasp that only thing that a person can be so dedicated is due to the colossal love he/she is having for his country.......
Patriotism is like a drug the more u feel it more u like it..........
Patriotism does not have rules.....you make your own.........
I always wanted to be an Aviator not just because i love planes but i always wanted to contribute.....and i always have a feeling that i am alive to fulfill my desire and one day i will do something big....something my soul crave from me........people generally looks only in one direction....but patriotism dose not cease itself.......it is a open soul.....it has no direction but one aim, to do what is best for the nation............
What makes a person like "Adolf Hitler" so crazy that he committed suicide.......it was the promise he had made to himself to make his country rule over the world.........may be he had looked it in the wrong way, i know that what he did was not right but patriotism does not know all this.......
To do something for his nation is most satiating part in the life of a human being.....we all are in love with our country in one way or the other it's just we don't comprehend it...........

I love my nation with all my heart and when the time comes and my country needs me i would stand for her......may be i will die...but my soul will be satisfied..........


"JaiHind"

By: Vikash kumar singh