Khamoshi me bhi shor tha.
Ye koi aur nahi lekin Humare dil he tha
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By Saurabh R kacholiya
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What is Philosophy ?
Attitude that acts as a guiding principle for behaviour.
What is an analogy?
A thing which is comparable to something else in significant respects.
Preface:-
How will this post serve you ?
ANALOGY :-
To Draw an analogy, a man suffering is similar to the behaviour of gas. If a certain quantity of gas is pumped into an empty chamber it will fill the chamber. Thus suffering completely fills the human soul and conscious mind no matter whether the suffering is great or little therefore the ‘SIZE’ of human suffering is absolutely relative.
Story Death in Tehran :-
A rich and mighty Persian once walked in his garden with one of his servants. The servant cried that he had just encountered Death, who had threatened him. He begged his master to give him his fastest horse so that he could make haste and flee to Teheran, which he could reach that same evening. The master consented and the servant galloped off on the horse. On returning to his house the master himself met Death, and questioned him, “Why did you terrify and threaten my servant?” “I did not threaten him; I only showed surprise in still finding him here when I planned to meet him tonight in Teheran,” said Death.
What does this story mean?
A simple explanation would be , Be careful what you wish for, you might just get it
Or Getting Something you think you want can have unexpected consequences Or our life is already decided by something we can’t control
Different Interpretation :-
If there is a meaning in life at all then there must be a meaning in suffering And death. Suffering is an ineradicable part of life much like fate and death. Without suffering and death human life cannot be complete. Turning away or running form a problem rarely solves it, the parable serves as a meditation on fate and death and the way we chose to face both
After camp one incident shared by Viktore in the book that brings chills down my spine : –
Long after Viktore had resumed normal life (that means a long time after viktore release from camp), somebody showed Viktore an illustrated weekly with photographs of prisoners lying crowded on their bunks, staring dully at a visitor. “Isn’t this terrible, the dreadful staring faces—everything
about it.”
“Why?” Viktore asked, for Viktore genuinely did not understand. At that moment Viktore saw it all again: at 5:00 A.M. it was still pitch dark outside. He was lying on the hard boards in a Concentration Camp earthen hut where about seventy of them were “taken care of.”
We were sick and did not have to leave camp for work; we did not have to go on parade. We could lie all day in our little corner in the hut and doze and wait for the daily distribution of bread (which, of course, was reduced for the sick) and for the daily helping of soup (watered down and
also decreased in quantity). But how content we were; happy in spite of everything. While we cowered against each other to avoid any unnecessary loss of warmth, and were too lazy and disinterested to move a finger unnecessarily, we heard shrill whistles and shouts from the square where the night shift had just returned and was assembling for roll call. The door was flung open, and the snowstorm blew into our hut. An exhausted comrade, covered with snow, stumbled inside to sit down for a few minutes. But the senior warden turned him out again. It was strictly forbidden to admit a stranger to a hut while a check-up on the man was in progress. How sorry I was for that fellow and how glad not to be in his skin at that moment, but instead to be sick and able to doze on in the sick quarters! What a lifesaver it was to have two days there, and perhaps even two extra days after those All this came to my mind when I saw the photographs in the magazine.
When I explained, my listeners understood why I did not find the photograph so terrible: the people shown on it might not have been so unhappy after all
Meaning of life ( if you haven’t read above paragraphs please read it will serve as base to the Viktore philosophy )
How to Find Meaning in Life :-
The first :- The way of achievement or accomplishment, is quite obvious.
The second:-
Finding a meaning in life is by experiencing something—such as goodness, truth and beauty —by experiencing nature and culture or, last but not least, by experiencing another human being in his very uniqueness;—by loving him.
The Third:-
When we are no longer able to change a situation— just think of an incurable disease such as inoperable cancer —we are challenged to change ourselves.
Let me cite a clear-cut example form the book:-
Once, an elderly general practitioner consulted me(Viktore) because of his severe depression. He could not overcome the loss of his wife who had died two years ago and whom he had loved above all else. Now, how could I help him? What should I tell him? Well, I refrained from telling him anything but instead confronted him with the question, “What would have happened, Doctor, if you had died first, and your wife would have had to survive you?” “Oh,” he said, “for her this would have been terrible; how she would have suffered!” Whereupon I replied, “You see, Doctor, such suffering has been spared her, and it was you who have spared her this suffering—to be sure, at the price that now you have to survive and mourn her.” He said no word but shook my hand and calmly left my office. In some way, suffering ceases to be suffering at the moment it finds a meaning, such as the meaning of a sacrifice.
Note :-
But let me make it perfectly clear that in no way is suffering necessary to find meaning. I only insist that meaning is possible even in spite of suffering—provided, certainly, that the suffering is unavoidable. If it were avoidable, however, the meaningful thing to do would be to remove its cause, be it psychological, biological or political. To suffer unnecessarily is masochistic rather than heroic
by:- Saurabh Ramesh Kacholiya
Edited by :- Kalyani Patil
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ना वक़्त तेरा था , ना वक़्त मेरा था ।।
ये कैसा दौर था , जो हमने गुजारा था ।।
वक़्त तेरा भी आएगा , वक़्त मेरा भी आएगा ।।
वो भी क्या दौर होगा , जो हमने गुजारा होगा ।।
खो गया तू , मुझे गवारा कर के।।
ये क्या कहॅ गया , तू मुझे बेसराहा कर के ।।
“हौसला रख वक़्त आये गा । सीधे तेरे पाँव पकड़ने , तेरा वक़्त बदलने ।। ”
By Saurabh Ramesh Kacholiya
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Ek khwab me bhi khwab dekha
tujko phir apne sath dekha
na jane kyu lagte hai ye zindagi adhuri
ye konsa manzar hai jo humne nahi dekha
na jane konse kahane rahe gaye adhuri ?
humne khud ko essbar thandi aash lete dekha
ye zindagi kese hai ye waqt kesa hai?
jab tha sab kuch karne ko tab lagta tha waqt nahi
ab jab waqt hai karne ko aab lagta hai nahi kuch kar ne ko
humara khwab tutgaya aur phir se din shuru hogaya….
By Saurabh Ramesh Kacholiya
edited by Yashodeep Ramesh Kacholiya
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मुद्दातोकी मशक्कत के बाद मेरा तेरेपास आना हुआ,
ना मेरा ठिकाना हुआ ना तेरा ठिकाना हुआ ।
by Saurabh R Kacholiya
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मेरी कलम मानो खुदा की जुबान हो गए
में लिखता गया और सच मेरी कहानी होगाए
by Saurabh R Kacholiya
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दिक्काते दर्द ए मुश्किल तो आती रही,
मैं हर बार खुद को कोसता रहा |
तकलिफे आती रही,
मैं हर बार उनसे भागता रहा ।
गुन्हा किया एक बार ,
पचतावा बार बार करता रहा ।
वो ख्वाब देखता रहा जो मेरा था ही नाही ,
वो रेत पकडता रहा जो हाथसे छूटती रही ।
वो तन्हाही में जिता रहा जिस्का कोई मंजर नाही,
वो चेहरा देखता रहा जीसका कोई वजुत नाही ।
वो दर्द जो सिने में था, उसे खुरेताता रहा
वो सारी गलतिया बार बार करता रहा ।
हर तुटते दिलं के बाद फिरसे उम्मिद देखता रहा ,
इस आशिक दिलं को मजबूत करता रहा ।
और ये काफिला ऐसेही चालता रहा।
by Saurabh R Kacholiya
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Ye kaisa safar hai Zindagi ka yaha,
kahi se jana chaho to ye jane nahi deta,
Aur kahi nayi jagah aao to dil nahi lagane dete.
Ab nayi manzil pe aa to gaye,
is baat ki khushi hai.
bas ye manzil bhi apna le yahi khwaish hai.
alag maqam alag log hai alag inki aadat hai,
bas ye log bhi apna le is baat ki khwahish hai
hum hamesha dusro ke apnane ki chaa rakhte hai,
lekin is baar hum khud ko apna le yahi khwahish hai.
Is nai jagah pe nai yadein hai aur yaha ke bhid bhad wali zindagi hai,
kabhi virane me purane yaadein yaad aa jaye,
is chehre pe muskan aa jaye bas yahi khwahish hai..
Yaad to hame unki bahut aate hai kya unko bhi humare yaad aate hai?
is jawab ko janane ki khwahish hai..
ab bas ye pal ko jeena sekh le bas yahi khwahish hai..!!
by Saurabh R Kacholiya
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Chehra ek, naqaab hazar.
Manzil ek, raste hazar.
Rahe ek, raha me milene wale hazar.
Mere kahane ek, leken mere sath hadse hue hazar.
Me admi ek, leken mene galtiya ki hazar.
Maut ek, leken kese ke leya marne ke khwaesha hazar.
Zindagi ek, leken sabke zindagi jene ke khwaesha hazar.
Pura hua sapna ek, leken sab sapne ke pura hone ke khwaesha hazar
Me admi ek, aur mere chahne wale hazar.
Me shayar ek, leken mere shayari hazar.
Dil ki dhadkan ek, dhadkane wale hazar.
Me meehboob ek, leken mere meehbooba hazar.
Aur ye sher ek, leken sab ko sunnae ke khwaesha hazar.
Translation:-
One face, a thousand masks.
One destination, a thousand paths.
One road, a thousand co-travellers.
My one story, with a thousand disasters.
I am one man, who’s made a thousand mistakes.
I’ll die one death, but for you I’d give a thousand re-takes.
One life, but we wish for a thousand more.
One dream fulfilled, but a thousand wishes for the rest in store.
I am one man who’s got a thousand admirers.
I am one poet, who’s written a thousand verses.
One heart, but a thousand reasons for it to beat.
I am one lover, who’s got a thousand lovers.
And this is one poem, but a thousand desires for all to read.
by Saurabh R Kacholiya
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Translated by :- Shreya Vohra
Shreya Vohra blog :- https://phoenixwithapen.wordpress.com/
Apne mēhboob ko chhod ke aap khuda ke taraf chaldeya,
Lekin ye to bhul gaye aap ka khuda to mēhboob hi tha.
Kise aur ke chhod ke chale jane ka kisko parva,
Asle qayamat to kise apne ka chhod ke jana,
Aur vo tanhaie ka waqt gujarna.
Isleya mohabbat hona to aisi hona,
Waqt gujre lekin waqt guzar ne ka ehsaas na ho.
Sath chutna to aisi chutna,
Tanhai ko bhi nahi samjna.
By:- Saurabh Ramesh kacholiya
Pic credit :- Kalyani Patil.
Log kehte hai,’Ek shayar ki shayari
ka maza tab aata hai, jab koi uska dil tod ke chale jaye.’
Leken uss shayari ka kya maza jo
kisike aane se ya jaane se likhi ho?
Hum likhte hai toh logon ke
jazbaton ko samhajne ke liya.
Hum wo shayar hai jo apni zingadi ke
utar chadhavo ke sath dusro ke
uthar chadhavo ko samhaj ne ke chah rakhte hai,
unke jazbato ko apne shabdo mein bayan karne ki chah rakhte hai.
Kehete hai ki ek aurat ka mann samundar
ki tarha ghera hota hai, jise samajhna muskil hai.
Leken inhi ghere jazbato ko,
shabdo me bayan karna ek shayar ki shayari hai.
by Saurabh R Kacholiya
Edited by:- Kalyani Patil.
Pic credit :- Kalyani Patil.
Kya hai shayari, Kaun hai shayar?
Kya hai kavita, Kaun hai kavi?
Kyu kuch shabd aap ke mann ko bha jate hai,
Aur kyu kuch shabd aap sun kar unsuna kar dete ho.
Kya hai jazbaat, Kaun hai insaan?
Kyu kuch shabd kisi ko hasa dete hai,
Aur kyu vahi shabd kisi ko rula dete hai.
Do wakya sahi to shayari,
Aur do wakya galat to gair.
Yeh zindagi toh shabdo ka khel hai,
Aur is khel ke aap khiladi.
by Saurabh R Kacholiya.
Edited by:- Kalyani Patil.
Pic credit :- Kalyani Patil.
Na rah mile na manzil mile
Phir bhi chalta raha,
Bas dil me ek baat rakhe raha,
Ae mere dost kabhi mukamal mat ho
Ye zindgi bohot choti Hai mukamal hone ke liye.
Isliye kabhi ruka nahi bas chalta raha.
by:- Saurabh R Kacholiya.
Pic credit:-Aseem madar.
Koi kitab to unpade rehene do
Kuch sawal ko sawal rehene do
Sab pata kar loge to Kya bachega
Hum vo kitab Hai Jo na pade to sulji Hai or padhi to ulji Hai
by:- Saurabh R Kacholiya.
Ye baat to sach Hai ki hum tumhe bhula nahi sakte.
[This is true that I cannot forget you]
Ye bhi baat sach Hai ki tum ne hamare dil pe jo lakir khinch di vo hum kabhi mita nahi sakte.
[This is also true the scar you have drawn on my heart that I cannot remove it]
Leken ye baat bhi sach Hai ki tum humare yaado me hi thik ho.
[But one thing Is also true that you are only as good as in my dreams]
Humare jivan me aapka koi mulya nahi.
[In my life you have no value, your existence is meaningless or vague]
by :- Saurabh R Kacholiya.
Kisine hum se kaha ke hum unke bareme kuch batayein
iss pe hum ne kaha:-
Humare jazbaaton ko lafzo se kya izhar karenge
Ye kahani abhi toh shuru hui hai ise kya bayaan karenge
Dekh ke unnko zoro se dhadak jata hai dil
Na jaane jab saamne aayenge to kis taraha izhar karenge
Hum likhte bhi hai dar dar ke ab
Unhe ye shayari kaise sunaenge
Unke khubsurti to bas ek chhalava hai
Hum to shayad dekh te hi rahe jayenge
Vo aankhon ko jo dekh lo to aap bhul jaoge.. aap kaun ho
Unhe hasta hua dekh lo to aap bhul jaoge aap kya kehnewale ho
Vo baalon ko dekho to aap ko pata chal jaye moh kya hai
Vo baali jo pehene aap use chhuna chaho
Ye shayari likhte hue hum unko hi yaad kiye ja a rahe hai
Unke hato se banayi hui rangoli ko dekhe ja rahe hain
Kis taraha unko apna banale ye soche ja rahe hain
Hum apne tarf se puri koshish karenge is me toh koi shak nahi
Lekin thodi se mohobbat to unko bhi ho jaye ye duva kare jaa rahe hain
by:- Saurabh R Kacholiya
pic credit:- Dr. Sangya Chaudhary
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