GUDgEON's SpAcE

Today ,I read an old news paper .An article on Depression ,its Causes and Precautions catch my concentration because of one single line , I accidentally viewed .Depression traps those ,who ,care for everything a lot ,care if someone is hurt by their act ,care if someone is inconvenient around them ,care if its their fault that people around them are not happy . In this world , intellectuals are those , who know to celebrate others fall . Their own rise are being left as a celebration for the rest .  These intellectuals are the poor greedy person who have chosen a reference for their happiness .They have made a circle of their own and of course ,they are the king in that circle ,Their intellect is not worth for crediting even a single good change for the society .All their happiness is just a water of mirage . Everything that appears from far of distances ,is not just what they get . Who knows the day when all the reasons of failure ,all the reasons of defeat ,all the reasons of co

Sometimes we are considered wiser than we are . Even , we get surprised to see our wisdom being lost . The only thing that makes all these changes is our own conscious . When we start everything because of some really good reason and instantly we find it ending with what , we never expected . Our own guilt conscious ceases our further efforts .                          Yesterday I faced the same situation again . After reaching at Charbagh Railway station , I was really in hurry to get to the home because of humid weather and nonstop perspiration . The situation would have been even worst after 3 kms. walk for exit to the taxi stand , but , just when I was about to exit the Plateform , I saw three beautiful faces coming towards me . I say all of them beautiful because I didn't have even a look at the rest two , except the middle one . She was so beautiful that I was unable to stop my moving eyes towards her . I don't know , how I noticed blinking of black in her eyes . When

The beggar is never happy. The beggar only gets a dole with pity and scorn behind it, at least with the thought behind that the beggar is a low object. He never really enjoys what he gets. We are all beggars. Whatever we do, we want a return. We are all traders. We are traders in life, we are traders in virtue, we are traders in religion. And alas! we are also traders in love. If you come to trade, if it is a question of give-and-take, if it is a question of buy-and-sell, abide by the laws of buying and selling. There is a bad time and there is a good time; there is a rise and a fall in prices: always you expect the blow to come. It is like looking at the mirrors Your face is reflected: you make a grimace — there is one in the mirror; if you laugh, the mirror laughs. This is buying and selling, giving and taking. We get caught. How? Not by what we give, but by what we expect. We get misery in return for our love; not from the fact that we love, but from the fact that we

We came here to sip the honey, and we find our hands and feet sticking to it. We are caught, though we came to catch. We came to enjoy; we are being enjoyed. We came to rule; we are being ruled. We came to work; we are being worked. All the time, we find that. And this comes into every detail of our life. We are being worked upon by other minds, and we are always struggling to work on other minds. We want to enjoy the pleasures of life; and they eat into our vitals. We want to get everything from nature, but we find in the long run that nature takes everything from us — depletes us, and casts us aside. Had it not been for this, life would have been all sunshine. Never mind! With all its failures and successes, with all its joys and sorrows, it can be one succession of sunshine, if only we are not caught. That is the one cause of misery: we are attached, we are being caught. Therefore says the Gita: Work constantly; work, but be not attached; be not caught. Reserve unto y

My willingness kept increasing . I kept achieving . When I found someone's support , it was achievement . Once I felt someone's ignorance , it was no doubt achievement . When I wept  through whole night , it was my pleasure . Once I kicked someone from my thoughts , it was another pleasure . Sometime people found a burning liar in me , it was happiness . Sometimes I spoke truth to loose everything , it was another happiness . Today , I am sitting all alone , I regret a lot . It feels good being carried off with emotions , But it is hardest to accept a companion . Emotions can't be left behind, they can't be ignored easily . Intellectuals can adjust very quickly with each other . So I tried to do, I tried to be smart as they are, but, I failed my every effort . 'still' I am hanging with the same idea . I am still willing to stand . I still want to achieve the rest .

I am wrong , But, I don’t know, since when . It doesn’t mean , I am right . I hope improvement in me . I try to remember , The last day , When I was alright . Everyday I remember , I have lived , Sorrow and disgrace are wide spread there .   Every night , I cry over myself . I find this and that , And , Nothing to convince . Confusions can be tried over , But, There is enormous complexity . Searching the truth , Means, Putting legs over muddy roads . I can imagine , My dirty dress after then . I want being naked . I want nothing on my mind . Memory like clothes , Are not washable too . Memory like clothes , Can't be put off as well . I need an idea . To get rid of these dirty memories  , I want a sculpture , To make a new , Masterpiece , Capable of loading , Fresh and jolly memories . 'still' I have reasons to live , I have reason to give , why its better to be,