every moment that passes has a message but we tend to distort the guide of the moment to the tune of our thinking that it becomes irrelevant..we misinterpret individuality then but we seldom realize..but the message remains the same..we need to go beyond..alas! we seldom go..
The best way to know the self is feeling oneself at the moments of reckoning. The feeling of being alone, just with your senses, may lead you to think more consciously. More and more of such moments may sensitize ‘you towards you’, towards others. We become regular with introspection and retrospection. We get ‘the’ gradual connect to the higher self we may name Spirituality or God or just a Humane Conscious. We tend to get a rhythm again in life. We need to learn the art of being lonely in crowd while being part of the crowd. A multitude of loneliness in mosaic of relations! One needs to feel it severally, with conscience, before making it a way of life. One needs to live several such lonely moments. One needs to live severallyalone.
Tuesday, 31 October 2017
WHAT DAN BROWN IS NOT?
Monday, 30 October 2017
14 CRORE INDIANS IN HIGHER EDUCATION AGE-GROUP AND A SYSTEM THAT IS FAILING THEM
Sunday, 29 October 2017
JOBLESS PROFESSIONAL EDUCATION?
Saturday, 28 October 2017
WHERE ASSEMBLY CONSTITUENCIES IN AMETHI GO? CERTAINLY NOT TO CONGRESS!
Friday, 27 October 2017
HOW RAHUL GANDHI HAS PERFORMED ELECTORALLY IN AMETHI
Thursday, 26 October 2017
NORTH KOREA: TAKE OUR HYDROGEN BOMB THREAT 'LITERALLY'
Wednesday, 25 October 2017
WE ARE NOT SUPPORTING TERROR ORGANISATION HAQQANI NETWORK: PAKISTAN REFUTES US' ALLEGATION
Tuesday, 24 October 2017
NORTH KOREA WARNS OF 'STRIKE BEYOND IMAGINATION ANY MOMENT', SAYS US CAN'T SAVE PUPPET SOUTH KOREA
Monday, 23 October 2017
A LIFE WAS IN MAKING....
Blooming,
From his forest of thoughts
And the beauty of it was
Words were still travelling inside
Like it should have been
Preparing for the journey
With a silent commitment
Yes, time had stayed on
But only in some quarters
Like an important reminder
That where had to be the path
Speaking to themselves
Singing in unison with soul
Sometimes hammering
At times chiselling
Thinking now consciously
Of balance and rhythm
To stay on where it had to be
Yes, thoughts were taking shape
And a life was in making
With elements it had craved for
From his forest of thoughts
And the beauty of it was
It came with a curious attachment
Sunday, 22 October 2017
THE GREY OF SKY
Singing along a vibrant sensation
And when it took a break midway
To let us in its enchanted halls
Traversing through its dancing alleys
It was like the day was waiting for it
To speak with it’s blue to go beyond
And to mingle with shades of its grey
That had for so long stayed there
In the galleries of white and black
THE GREY OF SKY
©SantoshChaubey
Saturday, 21 October 2017
TRUMP’S RATINGS
Friday, 20 October 2017
POLLUTION DEATHS: NO SURPRISE INDIA HAS WORST INDICATORS HERE
Thursday, 19 October 2017
TERROR AS PAKISTAN’S STATE POLICY
Wednesday, 18 October 2017
US SEEKS INDIAN HELP IN 'KEEPING AN EYE' ON PAKISTAN
But at the same time, it has harboured terror outfits that, apart from doing their routine drill - trying to destabilize and bleed India, something that makes them dear to the ruling Pakistani elite - now threaten and attack US interests, be it in Afghanistan or elsewhere.
And the last two instalments of the US military aid to Pakistan, tied to its action against the Haqqanis, was stopped Pakistan couldn't convince the US of its intent and action.
Trump and his administration, in fact, regularly slams Pakistan for being a terror haven and has warned if Pakistan doesn't mend its ways then the US will be forced to withdraw Pakistan's US ally status.
Tuesday, 17 October 2017
PAKISTAN'S NEVER ENDING DRAMA OVER HAFIZ SAEED
Monday, 16 October 2017
ATONEMENT
They hit me like a fresh wound each time, exacting a cruel retribution,
When again the existentialist finds his senses wanderlust in the lost realm,
Shadows emerge from corners and voices try to add to the chaos.
I try to walk away but thoughts prefer to embrace the atonement,
In ruins of life, when pain finds itself in shambles, like it had never spoken.”
ATONEMENT