India Needs Indians

Just watched 1st Episode TED Talk and again thoughts about doing or giving back something to our own country bubbled again. Being a travelled to so many countries in the world and after comparing my own country we often disregard our country in all respects whether it’s culture, society , development and education but we never realise one thing when we do comparison what’s the standing out difference between developed and developing countries people and that difference is in developed countries people have thought to do or give back to their country or if they can’t do anything atleast they don’t devalue their country infront of other countries. 

It’s not the government in all countries do everything but it’s the people of that country which do but in our case we only realise this when either we get homesick or would earned enough money for living we think of coming back to our country . 

Have we ever asked why people in developing countries specially move towards western world the only answer is to earn money and have living comfort but we never realise why can’t we get that comfort in our country because we don’t want to change our attitude to grow the country in all levels and only reason for this is we are have become selfish and scared of question ” Log Kya Kahenge” . 

We hardly look into this if we all will move towards western world our own country will become as it is and we will keep on cribbing like what we do right now. 

When I see China and India both are developing and the only difference I see people over there is Innovation and Want to improve the country by atleast following the laws. Laws has been enforced in our country as well but as a citizen we feel proud in breaking them and another major reason we only want to educate ourselves to earn more and have comfortable life. We actually don’t know what’s the real pursuit of education. 

We work in restaurants outside India and feel proud doing the same job but when similar job we do here, we think it as sin or only poor people are meant to do such job. In other words we don’t value work. With money chipping in our life Arrogance towards weaker is common thought in almost every single individual.
Like this there could be many such negative things around us and solution is not go and see the world by our money , but make our own country which indeed is rich in resources to be something so that people of other country don’t come to see poor india but real India.
I am not preacher but yes social thinking has evolved inside me that noone else is responsible except us making our country still with feud and Orthodox mentality . We have learnt to buy expensive things to show flamboyance but inside our mind we are still primitive or I can say backward.

Life A Travel

It’s not new that life is certainly a travel and it only ends with the last breath but human only realises life’s importance when he or she loses himself # herself OR loses the one that’s most dearest to him#her. The latter or Former has deep meaning in everyone’s life it’s human’s computerised brain what data to process at what time and how it displays either by dream or recalling the memories. 

Impressions on Brain’s hard-disk are in hands of the person to delete or keep. Life doesn’t stop. The interwoven brain does not delete data it recalls the data by  making a person alive or dead. So what draws the travel of life a person engaged . Yes materialistic gains or materialistic expectations but they get delusion with time because when a person loses self it’s not possible to engage with materialistic things. Other most important factor keeps engaged ebony or hatred for someone which never goes easy  but one day goes away and only gets recalls when a person is in tough state. 

So what a person is living for its very simple but difficult to get is LOVE . From childhood onto the dying bed this is the only thing which keeps one engaged with oneself and others. The pursuit of this travel is by materialistic or emotional or physical way what we want to attain in life is LOVE. 

Love and Life make this travel or journey joyful or mediocre way of living. When during the end person expect to live more there is no materialistic thing which engages it is LOVE which he or she was not able to shower and things which needed to be corrected in the travel of life

Human body is interesting machine which has fluid to flow get to feel and algorithm in mind to combat with any situation. 

Whether LOVE or HATE or DEPRESSION or any thing human brain can process without help of second person is failure. You need other person with whom all these feelings are associated no matter living or dead. 

Last thing is practising COMPASSION which is supreme of anything even above than LOVE and simplest or difficult or different to achieve because for someone who kaisa off every possession it becomes simplest feeling to achieve but for the one whom this Compassion is associated with a minimal expectations which is genuine natural instinct of human it becomes different or difficult.
So what’s the travel of life we have options with us and How we take up choices are in our hands. Yes for sure it’s pure personal reason how one wants this travel of life.

Heaven in Your Arms- Names Coined

IBAADAT with name of the lady itself it gives a feeling she is gone to be beautiful & the moment someone passes by he must hold on to his breath and pray to God to be part of her life. SAKSHAM the man who is full of positivity and capable of completing his every task falls in love with IBAADAT & then whole sagaa of love goes  leaps and bounds reaching to Sky and then suddenly something happens which neither of these two beautiful souls thought off and love takes a new turn. 
Keep reading you shorts and share your ideas what could have happened to both of them. If your idea is included in book . The first copy winner will receive as free of cost.
Hemant Kohli- Writer in Thoughts

ख़यालो से ख़्वाब तक

रख देता हूँ ख़यालो को अब ख़्वाबों में

देखें क्या हाथ में सहर होते होते

कभी ख़्वाब भी मुक़ामिल हुआ करते थे

अब तो ख़यालो से रह गुज़र होती है

वो जो कभी अपने हुआ करते थे

अब ख़यालो में भी भीड़ के तरह होते हैं

हम इशारे से गर बुला भी लें

ख़्वाबों में हाय तौबा होती है

ज़माने की उलझने भी कम होती नहीं

खयाल से भी ख्याल अब करते नही

दुनिया को खुश रखने को

ख़्वाबों में ही दोस्ती करते हैं

ये खयाल भी अपनी मंजिल ढूंढता हैं

कितना मासूम है ख़्वाबों मैं ज़िंदगी 

रातों में बसर कर लिया करता है


कभी उलझता सा

कभी सुलझता सा

कभी बिगड़ता सा

कभी संवरता सा

जाने ये वक़्त क्यूं मुझसे

आंख मिलचोली करता सा

कभी बचपन का

कभी लड़खपन का

जाने क्या क्या रंग दिखता सा

कभी हाथ में मेरे

कभी हाथों से परे

अपनी अहमियत दिखता सा

कभी चलता हवा की गति

कभी धीमी धीमी नदी सा बहता

मैं दौड़ता हूँ पकड़ने को जब भी

मेरे हाथों से ओझल होता

ऐसा ये वक़्त

Heaven in Your Arms

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A romantic love story of a man passionate of his dreams , followed dreams persuasively and while on go with nuances of life as they follow in common man’s life  come across a girl having lots of  confusions about her life with no direction where to head on. Its a heart bouncing story with lots of ups and downs with unusual circumstances causing upsets in their life due to problems in others lives. Deep , Intense ,  Pain but still they find heaven when locked into each others arms. 

He is  debutante  in field of best writers without knowledge of how to begin. Its just an try to follow one of his other dream to be a writer. The words has to begun yet and to be penned down by the writer and sooner or later will hit into the market.


ख़्वाबों में से एक ऐसा मेरा ख़्वाब

शिददत जैसा मेरा वो ख़्वाब

जीने का सबब उम्मीद का बांध

देखूं रोज़ तो नींद है आती

तकिये जैसा मेरा वो ख़्वाब

कभी हँसता हुआ कभी मायूस

फिर भी खिलता 

हिम्मत जैसा मेरा वो ख़्वाब

कभी मिलों दूर 

कभी बिल्कुल पास

मंजिल जैसा मेरा वो ख़्वाब

कभी राहों में जूझता

कभी गिरता पड़ता सा

आम ज़िन्दगी सा मेरा वो ख़्वाब

 इनायत कहो या उसे इबादात

मोहहबत जैसा मेरा वो ख़्वाब

सूरज सा तेज़ 

चाँद सा चंचल

दिन रात जैसा मेरा वो ख़्वाब

नींद से जागूं

या नीँद में मिल जाऊं

रगों में दौड़ता मेरा वो ख़्वाब

ज़िन्दगी हो जिसमें शरू

मौत पे भी ना ख़त्म हो

रूह जैसा मेरा वो ख़्वाब