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		<title>shwaasan di mala nal shimraan mai tera naam</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Mar 2010 15:45:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>id milad&#8230;&#8230;.</title>
		<link>http://blogs.rediff.com/jennysdiary/2010/02/27/id-milad/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2010 03:56:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ haan toh mere sabhi dost jo ke aaj ID mana rahe hon&#8230;&#8230;.&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; 
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		<title>har taraf&#8230;..tu hi dikhe&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://blogs.rediff.com/jennysdiary/2010/02/19/har-taraftu-hi-dikhe/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2010 09:53:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>My conversations with Abhi_01</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 14:47:36 +0000</pubDate>
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My conversations with Abhi-01ABHI&#160;&#160;&#160;
:&#160; Hi, Dibya…I wish to talk to U abt the dichotomy of our social life
and personal&#160;&#160;&#160; aspirations and wishes…tell me…how many times hv u
deprived urself of&#160;&#160; enjoying the spring, coz of work , family n social
obligations? How many&#160;&#160; times hv you thought childhood as better, when
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<p><span style="color: #FF0000;"><font size="5">My conversations with Abhi-01</font></span><font size="5"><br style="color: #FF0000;"><br /></font><font style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;" size="5"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />
:&nbsp; Hi, Dibya…I wish to talk to U abt the dichotomy of our social life<br />
and personal&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; aspirations and wishes…tell me…how many times hv u<br />
deprived urself of&nbsp;&nbsp; enjoying the spring, coz of work , family n social<br />
obligations? How many&nbsp;&nbsp; times hv you thought childhood as better, when<br />
ur mind was as light as a feather?</span><br style="color: #000077;"><br style="background-color: #FFFFFF; color: #00CCFF;"><span style="background-color: #FFFFFF; color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA:<br />
Abhi, these experiences differ frm person to person…depending upon what<br />
types of ppl hv a say in ur matters…depending upon what ur heart n mind<br />
perceives as <br />ur priorities…if there is significant clash between<br />
what u want or what u believe in..and the aspirations of those who form<br />
an integral,part of ur life…</span><br style="background-color: #FFFFFF; color: #00CCFF;"><br /><span style="color: #003366;">ABHI<br />
: my Q is,&nbsp; can we&nbsp; fix our priorities according to our will?Suppose<br />
the morning is too pleasant for me to squander away, doing no work…can<br />
I afford to?….my obligations wud’nt permit me…suppose i want to make a<br />
solitary trip into the jungle and be with myself for a few days? will<br />
my family obligations allow me to do so? Suppose i strongly love<br />
someone, who i find to be my soulmate…will my social life allow me to<br />
speak&nbsp; my mind to her? being so chained for a long time, dont we come<br />
to a stage where we forget how to fly in the open sky?…either knowingly<br />
or unknowingly, we suppress our wishes n wills….</span></font></p>
<p><span style="color: #00CCFF;"><font style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;" size="5">DIBYA:Abhi<br />
, U r drawing me into realms, i often traverse, all by myself…let me<br />
tell you one thing…i hv had my share of grieviances..and now I am sure<br />
U hv had urs….Of this I am sure that U have had serious conflicts<br />
between what ur heart desires..and between what the circumstances of ur<br />
life dictate</font></span><font style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;" size="5"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">U<br />
know Abhi , there is something inside me, that&nbsp; raises its rebellious<br />
head at the slightest hint of suppression…be it by any individual or by<br />
any institution…till I was 14, i scarcely knew what type of person i<br />
was…..or what I wanted in life….never had any clashes with friends or<br />
elders either..the reason was I was’nt even aware, i had a person<br />
called ME to grapple with..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">then<br />
slowly I started becoming&nbsp; aware of what makes me feel gud….i luved to<br />
trust ppl…i loved poems n what they conveyed to the extent, that I fell<br />
in love with the poets, knowing that most of them were long since<br />
dead., it did not matter to me…..I felt one with them..like I cud meet<br />
them at will, thro’ their thought processes…..philosophies interested<br />
me…my mind started raising many questions…abt religious beliefs,<br />
customs, practices…i found I never cud do the things that ppl do,<br />
without being convinced of the sensibility of what they did…</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">I<br />
never cud do things coz it was the Done thing…I questioned..and it is<br />
not as though i wanted that what i perceived as the Truth shd be seen<br />
in the same light by others….I always expressed my view, and left&nbsp; the<br />
other person free to prove me wrong….to find the loopholes in my<br />
propositions…..and the ppl i&nbsp; argued with were not all merely ordinary<br />
ppl..they were the best in their field….i wanted to be proved<br />
wrong….coz i know my views r very much in contrast with popular views…I<br />
use ppl more like a sounding board…..wanting all the time that I be<br />
proved wrong…coz out there where my mind thrives..it is quite lonely<br />
Abhi ..and i am as social as I am an individual, with a distinct<br />
personality that wont budge easily….so clash of sorts is always part of<br />
life…..but I live amicably with all around me…..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">not coz I bow to their dictates…but inspite of being what am…..am I making sense Abhi?</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br /><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI:<br />
Certainly…now I get a clear picture of my friend….U r extremely<br />
inquisitive, rational and rebellious…..but surely u must know the fate<br />
that the likes of Socrates met with for going against popular beliefs……</span></font></p>
<p><span style="color: #00CCFF;"><font style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;" size="5">DIBYA:<br />
ha ha ha,…I have often joked with friends, that hd I been born in<br />
another era..i wud certainly hv been burnt at the stake, like Joan of<br />
arc….for the common GOOD…</font></span><font style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;" size="5"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br /><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI<br />
: but i find two forces always working within me…one..the centrifugal<br />
force working to tear all ties..and the other trying to tie me up with<br />
the material world,,,,,,I hv written a piece on this which i plan to<br />
publish soon…and now i understand ur passion for poetry…U know<br />
Dibya…only a true rebel is a poet…and only a poet can be a true rebel……</span><br style="color: #000077;"><br /><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA:<br />
U can understand when I say, there is poetry in nature….there is poetry<br />
within me and without me…..and I mean to strike a harmony betweext the<br />
two..else what purpose , life?..surely i am not going to sacrifice my<br />
life at the altar of falsehood…..I will live true to myself……and I tell<br />
the person opposite me….u live the way u choose to…if that is what<br />
makes u happy…..if u dont have the guts to stand up for urself, then<br />
sorry no one can help you….but dont tell me that ur way is the right<br />
way…coz then I shall tell you that my way is right..then wud u leave ur<br />
way and follow mine?…then dont ask me to leave mine…we walk our ways,<br />
but we r still friends if u choose to be, coz after all I love U as a<br />
person..and I expect U to respect my individuality&nbsp; as a person, if not<br />
love me……</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br /><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI<br />
: and what is Love, Dibya, between a man and a woman..?…..is it<br />
dependence, or understanding or expectations, or passion or caring?..I<br />
have tried to find out but failed again and again……let me know ur<br />
views..I’ve something to tell you……</span><br style="color: #000077;"><br /><span style="background-color: #FFFFFF; color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA:<br />
I am exploring this in the Maanav series ABHI…for me love is something<br />
u experience deep within u, for another…the one gets hurt and the other<br />
feels the pain much more than that one…U want the best for the one u<br />
love…..if that means a friend other than you, still ur heart wants only<br />
the best for that special one….U’d go to the end <br />of the world to<br />
see that one happy……this is not just what every poet or lover<br />
feels…..it is something I hv tested against my own feelings……and what I<br />
feel deep down for those I love… &nbsp; </span><br style="background-color: #FFFFFF;"><br /><span style="color: #000077;"><br />ABHI<br />
: To me Love is a soul-searching process…it is a concept rather than<br />
something material…..In one of his poems Tagore says, we leave behind<br />
half of our soul, in some other world, at the time we r born, and we<br />
desperately try to find that other half, throughout our life…but<br />
unfortunately our tunings never match with that other half..and we go<br />
on searching…</span></font></p>
<p><span style="color: #00CCFF;"><font style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;" size="5">DIBYA<br />
: Abhi, u r speaking abt what I call a soul-mate…..as a comment on one<br />
of my Maanav series, someone asked me, whether there was a thing called<br />
a soul-mate…..I wrote back that down the ages, the yearnings that r<br />
written abt in poems….the never-ending Quest…..that if the need for a<br />
supernatural being to explain away, the mysteries that surround<br />
life…can give rise to a God, then definitely this yearning that if not<br />
all, but some of us feel to meet up with that soul-mate….surely that<br />
wud prove that there is a thing called a soul-mate..my heart burns<br />
sometimes with this yearning which is inexplicable….and as you say,<br />
there must be something……else how do u explain the yearning within…..U<br />
remember my poem?..THE ETERNAL QUEST?…..I have alluded to this in that<br />
poem….my poems usually flow from deep within me Abhi….I actually live<br />
those experiences that i write of…..and I fail to understand<br />
myself..coz there is no&nbsp; one person I know, to whom I can attribute<br />
these feelings and say, this is the way i feel abt u….and yet those<br />
feelings and expressions of mine r real….</font></span><font style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;" size="5"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br /><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI<br />
: now u have come to the crux of the matter…….as u said just now..that<br />
u feel something deep within ur heart, but cannot attribute it to any<br />
one…actually u r searching for ur inner self……it cannot be complemented<br />
by anyone outside……tell me what wud happen if u got ur partner?….wud<br />
the vaccuum inside you be filled up?</span><br style="color: #000077;"><span style="color: #000077;">i<br />
think if we do meet up wid that so-called partner..then the quest<br />
appears&nbsp; to&nbsp; vanish and if we do not, then we experience pain..to hv<br />
failed in love reduces the self-confidence, coz it attacks the self<br />
esteem and the Ego…conversely a successful love affair only serves to<br />
satisfy our Ego..in a way it is again a soul searching or a self<br />
searching process…..</span><br style="color: #000077;"><br /><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA<br />
: then why the yearning for something outside you Abhi….why the pangs<br />
of separation frm a being u do not even know, exists……or is it that,<br />
that being is caught in a time-zone other than that in which u find<br />
urself…?</span></font></p>
<p><span style="color: #000077;"><font style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;" size="5">ABHi<br />
: therein lies the magic of God..we try to find without that which lies<br />
within ourselves…..when after putting in a lot of efforts, we give up,<br />
then comes the call frm within…..we realize that love is neither a<br />
matter of absolute surrender, nor is it a matter of possession…..that<br />
is when enlightenment dawns upon ur spirit….</font></span><font style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;" size="5"><br style="color: #000077;"><br /><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA<br />
: I hv often wondered abt this Abhi….has this yearning got something to<br />
do with one’s urge to merge with the Creator……is that what this<br />
inexplicable yearning is all abt?</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">I<br />
wud subscribe to Vivekanand’s thinking that We r part of the&nbsp; whole and<br />
that this part is always wanting to merge with that whole…..he speaks<br />
of the divinity within which has to manifest itself…</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br /><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI<br />
: I do not know the answers Dibya..I am trying to find out in my own<br />
way…..but I must say it is a great pleasure talking to u…..the<br />
philosophy u mentioned is called Dwaitawaad….but I am more interested<br />
in Adwaitawaad…..but u must be sleepy now…we shall call it a day……</span></font></p>
<p><span style="color: #00CCFF;"><font style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;" size="5">DIBYA : let me tell you a joke…..</font></span><font style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;" size="5"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br /><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: ha ha ha…..it is indeed wonderful, that we can joke thus……</span><br style="color: #000077;"><br /><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA<br />
: Abhi ..that is what&nbsp; life is about…having done the things u HAVE&nbsp; to<br />
do…do the things u WANT to do….no matter if it is standing like a fool<br />
, getting wet in the rain…or strolling off into some jungle to be with<br />
urself..or simply to stand and stare……or maybe listen&nbsp; to some soulful<br />
music, which is close to ur heart…..if possible with a close friend ,<br />
who wud care to listen to it with you……..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></font><br /><span></span></p>
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		<title>My conversations with Abhi-03</title>
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My conversations with Abhi-03ABHI &#8230;Btw. Do u originally belong to North India..?&#160;DIBYA: no&#8230;..but what makes you ask me that?&#160;ABHI: Because u know Hindi so well..It is difficult for a Southie to know Hindi with such&#160; elan&#8230;&#160;DIBYA: i am not&#160; what u&#160; think&#8230;&#8230;&#160; but hindi [...]]]></description>
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<p><span style="color: #FF6600;">My conversations with Abhi-03</span><br style="color: #FF6600;"><br /></font><font size="5"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI &#8230;Btw. Do u originally belong to North India..?</span><br style="color: #000077;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;DIBYA: no&#8230;..but what makes you ask me that?</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: Because u know Hindi so well..It is difficult for a Southie to know Hindi with such&nbsp; elan&#8230;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;DIBYA: i am not&nbsp; what u&nbsp; think&#8230;&#8230;&nbsp; but hindi is&#8217;nt my mother tongue either..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;i told you..there r many things abt me that surprise me.. my penchant for Hindi and Urdu being one of them..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: It seems to be a riddle to me..Then where do u actually hail from?</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: ha ha Abhi&#8230;&#8230;. well i am just a human..is&#8217;nt that enough&#8230;&#8230;not defined by any specific locality, or community&#8230;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp; i subscribe to no single school of thought or religion or geographical boundaries..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">&nbsp;ABHI:&nbsp; checkmate..I won&#8217;t ask u any further question abt. this..U r very quick&nbsp; in thinking ..I must admit that..</span><br style="color: #000077;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;DIBYA: no&#8230;..nothing like that&#8230;i&#8217;d soon be telling you my whole lineage&#8230;&#8230;if u let me&#8230;.but that wud&#8217;nt define me&#8230;that is what i meant to say&#8230;so i want u to know me for what i am first&#8230;the details that usually influence somebody&#8217;s perception of another..i dont want that to come in the way, that&#8217;s all..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: I got u as a human being &amp; that&#8217;s all because this should be the first &amp; last identity of any person&#8230;I&#8217;m surprised to note that u&#8217;ve got so much energy , at this stage&#8230;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;DIBYA: hey&#8230;&#8230;what&#8217;s this abt energy at this stage..?&#8230;.u know i found that life really begins at this stage&#8230;&#8230;.when u&#8217;ve had&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; a chance to discover urself &#8230;..when u&#8217;ve had a chance to explore urself&#8230;&#8230;.and you get to know urself better.. u have a better perception of the world around you..u have ur priorities balanced..the first half of life u r only busy doing what u&#8217;ve been taught to do&#8230;..u hardly let urself grow that way, in the way u were meant to grow..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #000077;"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: U&#8217;r absolutely right Dibya..I&#8217;m fully at one with u..But ask any other Indian woman &amp; u&#8217;d get the answer..Here we&#8217;r taught to renounce the normal growth of life for the sake of future life..Here, u won&#8217;t be allowed to think independently..People who don&#8217;t matter in ur life r there to guide u through ur personal affairs..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: u know that&#8217;s why i hate to introduce myself in the usual way first..becoz i dont really fit in anywhere,Abhi&#8230;.my thinking defines me&#8230;.not any community or nationality&#8230;and as u say&#8230;ppl whom ur mind scoffs at deign to tell u things..when u can see through and through that , they r but clones&#8230;trying to carry on a meaningless legacy of thoughts and beliefs&#8230;.that&#8217;s why&#8230;i just shake off such shackles..and give my heart and mind a full run&#8230;..i am on my own , what u say&#8230;.i have my own perceptions and visions&#8230;..i have had occasion to debate with the best of them&#8230; but none has managed to really satisfy my ever questioning mind&#8230;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;<span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: ..U know Lord Buddha said, &#8220;Atmodeepo Vaba&#8221; which means &#8216;be ur own light&#8217;..No one can find out the light for u unless u urself earn it through odds &amp; ordeals of life..Arguments can never take u to HIM..In our youth we argue too much..But as we grow older we find that the inclined sun is giving out a light which does not burn but soothes us..Isn&#8217;t that true?</span></span><br style="color: #000077;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: yeah&#8230;..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: U see, sometimes I feel that had I been born in a family of the feudal lords of the19th century I could well afford to live a leisurely life. I could then purchase a lot of books for my library. Could sit under the sun in winter &amp; read good books. There would have been no tension of daily life. There wouldn&#8217;t have been&nbsp; any hustle &amp; bustle of pseudo urban life. I could concentrate on listening to the songs of the birds&#8230;&#8230;. the monotonous sound of doves in the summer noon&#8230;&#8230; the jubilant sound of the sparrows in the winter morning&#8230;&#8230;I could talk to the river. Rivers always try to say something. If only we can keep ourselves awake u can hear it. The silence of mountains could also be understood by me then.</span><br style="color: #000077;"><span style="color: #000077;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: these things speak louder than any book ever cud Abhi..these r books etched with the story of centuries..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp; the stories of the birds..of the plants&#8230;of every soul that ever lived&#8230;.of histories gone by..of the secrets Creation holds in its womb..one has to listen with the heart..or rather the heart has to be tuned to it&#8230;the palpitation of Nature&#8217;s heart..and that of the one that beats inside you..can be set to the same rhythm&#8230;..beating as one..that is when you transcend all boundaries of time and space..all that the world holds precious dissolves into nothingness before you, and that which becomes precious to you..none can take it away from you..it is yours for the asking..the boundaries that the world sets cease to have any meaning for you..u fly as free as a bird..and that is ecstacy Abhi&#8230;you feel you have fulilled the purpose of Creation when you can go into such rapture&#8230;&#8230;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: We&#8217;re the children of that palpitation. Have u ever heard the whispers of winds through the dry leaves in the spring? It is not an inanimate thing. It is a living being.</span><br style="color: #000077;"><span style="color: #000077;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #000077;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: they hold w</span>ithin them the tales of a thousand ages Abhi &#8230;and they flow like sweet music into your ears&#8230;..and the sky, o-er head&#8230;the clouds&#8230;dont they sing too&#8230;.?&#8230;.and the stars&#8230;&#8230;often have i lain on the terrace gazing at the sky&#8230;.and the birds, on their long journeys&#8230;..my heart tunes to the notes they play..and throbs with the stories they tell&#8230;for hours together I have communed with these..and tried to find myself&#8230;in the scheme of things&#8230;&#8230;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">ABH,: There is a piece of Tagore which says, &#8220;In the darkness of my silent speech, Ur perceptions belong like the stars&#8230;&#8221;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: hmmmmmm&#8230;.he wrote wonderfully well&#8230;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: R there hills nearby, where u live Dibya?</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp; </span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: yes&#8230;&#8230;the sunset and sunrise r beautiful..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: They R beautiful even in&nbsp; cities like Kolkata or, Mumbai. aren&#8217;t they?&#8230;</span><br style="color: #000077;"><span style="color: #000077;">Actually I feel that Sunrise &amp; Sunset have some stories of their own&#8230;.. and those r very mystic&#8230;.</span><br style="color: #000077;"><span style="color: #000077;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: :)&#8230;am telling you what i see and enjoy over here&#8230;i know i cud enjoy it anywhere..&nbsp; </span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI :do you enjoy doing childish things sometimes? </span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA :if I told you now..Abhi..look at the sky&#8230;this moment..wud you?&#8230;.plz do&#8230;gaze into the sky actually&#8230;.</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: I&#8217;ve a strong friendship with the night sky. Whenever I request him to come down to my window &amp; sit &amp; chat with me he comes&#8230;&#8230; Today is a full moon night.</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: that&#8217;s what i am getting at&#8230;wud you look at the moon for a few moments now?</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;<span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: I can see the moon floating across the sky laughingly.</span></span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;DIBYA: and i can see it too&#8230;dont you see what i am driving at?</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">&nbsp;ABHI:&nbsp; what do u want to allude to?</span><br style="color: #000077;"><span style="color: #000077;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: you tell me..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: That the beauty of the moon which u&#8217;r watching frm ur place can never be realised here frm my place?</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;DIBYA: no Abhi&#8230;..the beauty lies not in the moon..it lies in that particular moment of time&#8230;when you and I conversing across the miles&#8230;&#8230;.our eyes meet at the same moment on something as distant as the moon..and in that one moment we have crossed the barriers of space..or distance and we have met&#8230;&#8230;.we have defied every law of nature&#8230;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: Wow! What a great idea! The same moon is shining over the mighty snow clad peaks of the Himalayas!</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: yes..and that is why i can be one with the Universe at will&#8230;. i dont have to travel physically to go some place or to meet someone..i can cut through barriers..if what you see with your physical eye, can get photographed in your memory..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp; then can you not see with ur mind&#8217;s eye&#8230;&#8230;.and enjoy the same experience? such is the power of the mind..and of the heart and the soul..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;<span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: &#8220;I&#8217;ve tried to find him out in so many places&#8230;&#8230;. But when I came back to my place exhausted I found that he is within myself..&#8221;-Tagore</span></span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: makes perfect sense does&#8217;nt he?&#8230;&#8221;Divinity is within u..the purpose of all life is to strive to manifest that divinity within..u r a temple of God&#8221;&#8230;..Vivekanand. </span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp; &#8220;He is not to be found within the four walls of a temple.&#8221;&#8230;..Tagore</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: But, the idea is elusive! Our Ego wud definitely stand in the way&#8230;.It is so difficult to fight against our ego!</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: i dont find it difficult at all Abhi&#8230;&#8230;.u just have to shed all defences and become fearless..and let urself merge with Him..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: I think u&#8217;ve progressed a lot in this path.&nbsp;&nbsp; Btw, Dibya, how did u like my idea of being born in the 19th century?</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA:&nbsp;&nbsp; hahahaha, Abhi&#8230;. why particularly the 19th century..?&#8230;.and that too as against a feudal backdrop?</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: Coz feudalism was at its peak in India in the 19th century. And in 18th century I wouldn&#8217;t have got printed books.</span><br style="color: #000077;"><span style="color: #000077;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: There is a lot of dirt associated with feudalism Abhi&#8230;&#8230;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&#8220;Leave this chanting and telling of beads!..whom dost thou worship in this lonely dark corner of a temple with doors all shut?..Open thine eyes and see,,.Thy God is not before thee..!!!He is there , where the farmer is tilling the hard ground..and where the pathmaker is breaking stones.He is with them in sun and in shower and His garment is covered with dust. Put off thy holy mantle..and even like Him..come down upon the dusty soil&#8230;&#8230;&#8221;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: U&#8217;r quoting from Tagore, the son of a feudal lord. ha, ha, ha, ha, ha..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;DIBYA: ..it is a commentary not only on the zamindari system of the time..indeed it tells abt how we shd look for God, not in the temple..but rather in the joys and sorrows of our fellowmen..so it is our interaction with God&#8217;s creation&#8230;&#8230;that is important&#8230;.not mere worshipping within the four walls of a temple&#8230;&#8230; u might find God in the simple man you come across, or in your own attittude towards others..nay&#8230;God is not hungry for our praise and worship..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI : hmmmmm</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA :did i tell you that i was born in Lucknow?</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: No, u kept it&nbsp; a mystery.</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA:ha ha ha&#8230;..my dad was posted there when i was born&#8230;he is an ex-army personnel</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: But u said that u do not&nbsp; belong to&nbsp; the North&nbsp; either.</span><br style="color: #000077;"><span style="color: #000077;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: no&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..its a very long story Abhi&#8230;.i cud write a whole novel on that</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: Do u actually belong to U.P.?..or the south?</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: no&#8230;&#8230;i told you&#8230;..my dad happened to be posted there&#8230;but&nbsp; i guess some north indian soul got into me when i</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;was born&#8230; the way my heart beats for the north&#8230;&#8230;and as u say my command over hindi and urdu&#8230;which nobody can explain.. :)&nbsp;&nbsp; so maybe if i study myself deeper..i might prove the theory of rebirth..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp; </span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: So, u r making it more mysterious..Plz. tell me clearly which place do u actually belong to?</span><br style="color: #000077;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: dad was originally frm Coimbatore&#8230;.Madras..lost his parents in infancy&#8230;&#8230;was constantly in danger of&nbsp; life..frm relatives coz of property&#8230;.ran away to the convent to the nun who taught him.. she brought him up&#8230; he was a Hindu&#8230;.she gifted him a Bible and a Bhagwat Gita&#8230;&#8230;. he grew up on those&#8230;. she introduced him to many Hindu girls..he was&#8217;nt keen on anyone.. met my mother thro&#8217; the nun&#8230;married her&#8230;&#8230;she is a Catholic&#8230;..and we children have grown up on the Bible and the Gita..so now tell me Abhi..where do i belong?&#8230;.you know my thinking and my inclinations..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI : U actually belong to the universe, Dibya..I&#8217;d only one curiosity to know how u could be so gud&nbsp; in Urdu &amp; Hindi</span><span style="color: #000077;"> &#8230;..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA : that even i cannot say Abhi..coz though i was born in Lucknow, &#8230;they brought me away when my dad was again transferred..must &#8216;ve been a 2 yr old then,,&#8230;.then Ahmedabad&#8230;&#8230;Gwalior..once i started schooling..dad left my mom here with her mother&#8230;and this became our base.. and i dont identify with any place or community or religion&#8230;..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp; so what&nbsp; do i tell anyone who asks me where I&nbsp; am frm..?</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: ur story&nbsp; sounds like a novel..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: i told you so..</span></font><br /><span></span></p>
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My conversations with Abhi-02ABHI : U know medical science says that around 50 withdrawal symptoms start..Whatever was given to us by  God is taken away one by one by Him..

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<p><span style="color: #FF0000;">My conversations with Abhi-02</span><br style="color: #993300;"></span></font><br />ABHI : U know medical science says that around 50 withdrawal symptoms start..Whatever was given to us by  God is taken away one by one by Him..<br />
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<p><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA : the wear and tear of any ,machine&#8230;&#8230;.simple law of nature Abhi</p>
<p></span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br /><span style="color: #003366;">ABHI :This is why I feel that our mind matures but our body gives way to  Time, the supreme ruler of the universe&#8230; It is very difficult to accept this obvious phenomenon though..<br />
</span><br style="color: #003366;"><br /><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA :  more than being difficult to accept&#8230;..it is difficult to understand&#8230;&#8230;.it is baffling is&#8217;nt it?</p>
<p></span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br /><span style="color: #003366;">ABHI :Exactly so&#8230;Looking back I feel that it is only the other day I came to this earth..I can clearly remember my school days &amp; college days as if they can be touched if I wish..As if they r sitting just beside me &amp; talking to me in whispers&#8230;<br />
</span><br style="color: #003366;"><br /><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA :memories have a way of getting filed in our system Abhi&#8230;..<br />
  gud ones&#8230; bad ones..so also experiences..or rather the mark they leave on our minds and hearts<br />
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</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br /><span style="color: #003366;">ABHI : But don&#8217;t u find our brains amazing? It keeps something very trivial for 30 years with full care, but wipes out major events of life ruthlessly..It is really amazing!<br />
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<p><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA :I have commented on this many a times&#8230;<br />
 i think it has got something to do with the survival instinct&#8230;. the mind retains that which is conducive&#8230;.the rest it tries to push into the interiors of the subconscious&#8230;..but there again&#8230;what goes into that realm of our existence never really disappears&#8230;.<br />
 given the circumstances it gets triggered with an intensity that is surpising&#8230;. scars specially have a way of getting etched in the psyche..</p>
<p></span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #003300;"><span style="color: #003366;">ABHI : Absolutely true..Btw, Dibya&#8230;. I&#8217;ve got a nice idea..If u approve, we can write a story together..If u allow me I can start it&#8230;<br />
</span><br style="color: #003300;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA :u mean we cud do that?</p>
<p><span style="color: #003366;">ABHI :Certainly..Let me start it&#8230;<br />
 Once upon a time there was a fairy..She was as beautiful as a tulip, as soft as clouds &amp; as tender as the moon..She had many admirers as it happens to be a lively girl like her..But she secretly loved a prince who was the son of the god of winds..One day she met the prince in a forest..Her heart started to throb so loud that the leaves of the trees started shaking..She became so red that the leaves became red also..She tried to say something to the prince but in the beginning could not express herself..But ultimately she could manage to say, &#8220;&#8230;&#8221; (U write what she could say)<br />
</span></span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: ae hawa..yun mujhe chookar , mujhmein na jaane kitne taar ched kar tu yun nikal jaatha hai&#8230;..dhun jo nikalthi hai, tere choone se, mere dil mein yun goonj ut-the hain, taraane&#8230;kabhi ruk kar sun&#8230;..kya tera dil ise sun itraata nahi hai?&#8230;&#8230;..dekh..yahaan har kali kaise muskura uthi hai, jaadu tune aisa kiya hai, mere jahaan mein&#8230;&#8230;<br />
Abhi, i wrote it the way it came to me..</p>
<p></span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #003366;">ABHI : The prince said, &#8220;Oh my beautiful queen! I&#8217;ve no words to express my gratitude to God! He has sent u here. But the problem is I&#8217;m already engaged to a girl.&#8221;<br />
</span><br style="color: #003366;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA :ohhh&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..now what?</p>
<p></span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #003366;">ABHI : But alas! As we all know love is blind. It is not rational. It gets doubled when refused. So, the fairy became envious of the girl &amp; wanted to know more abt. her from the prince. She asked the prince, &#8220;&#8230;&#8221;<br />
</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA : well..this part is gonna be difficult for me&#8230;.i&#8217;ll have to pretend to be what i am not and put myself in her shoes&#8230;<br />
 </span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #003366;">ABHI: But how can I write this Dibya? It is the mind of a lady &amp; should better be described by u.</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA : yeah&#8230;.:)<br />
 so i&#8217;ll try..i am a lady Abhi.. and you know what i&#8217;d do if i was in that situation..???<br />
 u know that saying?&#8230;never try to keep a bird captive..let it fly free..if it is urs it will come back to you..if it is&#8217;nt &#8230;&#8230;it was never meant to be&#8230;&#8230;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br />&nbsp;<span style="color: #003366;">ABHI : I&#8217;ve something very serious to say now. Have u noticed that the most difficult part of a story is to write proper dialogues? This is why u&#8217;d find that most of our writers narrate stories&#8230;. coz in that case u&#8217;ve the opportunities to express ur own views. But in case of a dialogue u&#8217;ve to put urself into the other&#8217;s shoes. U see u&#8217;ve put a long speech in the mouth of the fairy in the beginning&#8230;.. but, is it practically possible for a girl to say such a lot to her heart- throb in the first instance?</p>
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<p><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA : well..I happen to really believe this&#8230;.what r u trying to say Abhi?</p>
<p> </span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br /><span style="color: #003366;">ABHI :Only that we never put ourselves into other&#8217;s shoes. We do not try to feel other&#8217;s agony &amp; ecstacy, joys &amp; sorrows, pain &amp; success..<br />
  And here starts all our&nbsp; conflicts..We always try to see that&nbsp; our problems get solved &amp; in the process we do not care abt other&#8217;s feelings..</span><br style="color: #003366;"><br /><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA : Abhi&#8230;do come straight to the point&#8230;&#8230;..tell me more abt yourself&#8230;..<br />
  else this discussion will lead us nowhere&#8230;<br />
</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br /><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI : What do u want to know Dibya? I couldn&#8217;t get u. This is an academic discussion. Do u feel that we should not continue this?<br />
</span><br style="color: #000077;"><br /><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA : you realize Abhi..u do betray a certain amt of bitterness , &#8230;..which gives one the feeling that there is much more to what you say than one can visualize..<br />
</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br /><span style="color: #003366;">ABHI : I&#8217;m awfully sorry for that. Have I hurt ur sentiments? Actually I wanted to draw ur attention to the fact that while reading a story we usually do not follow its mechanism. This is the craftmanship part of an art. What we give stress on, is the contents of the art. But the best of our heritage of art has underlying mechanism to be achieved through a long perseverance &amp; toil..<br />
</span><br /><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: it depends what u r inclined to achieve Abhi&#8230; there are those that toil to reach a destination..and those that derive happiness from the journey itself..they may or not make it to the destination&#8230;&#8230;and they cud&#8217;nt care less&#8230;coz eventually&#8230;.life is abt how we live it&#8230;what lies ahead is too unpredictable&#8230;conflicts arise out of setting urself goals, that while they may appear lofty  usually crash on the rocks of reality..<br />
</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br /><span style="color: #003366;">ABHI : A true artist never tries to reach any destination coz he knows that there is nothing of that sort..He tries to describe the world as he sees it..He can see something different from the rest of the people with his third eye..</p>
<p></span><br style="color: #003366;"><br /><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA : precisely Abhi&#8230;&#8230;an artist shd express things as he sees it&#8230;..else his writing wud be bereft of his soul&#8230;&#8230;.and he wud be doing a grave injustice to the reader&#8230;<br />
 I personally never attempt something which does&#8217;nt carry a part of me in it&#8230;&#8230;in my writings I offer you a part of me&#8230;&#8230;.and I dont care if I am labelled a gud writer or not coz I mean to only express myself..I do not pretend to be able to teach you something ..neither will I pretend to be what I am not&#8230;<br />
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<p><span style="color: #003366;">ABHI : Exactly so. And in expressing his soul properly he needs to toil for the exact language. That is what I wanted to allude. But my humble request to u is not to take it at a personal level. It is absolutely an abstract discussion. I&#8217;ve been trying myself for long to find out the exact characteristics of art, the complex mind behind it. I wanted to simply share it with u coz I found a highly intellectual &amp; inquisitive mind in u&#8230; </span><br style="color: #003366;"><br /><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA : I used myself as an example Abhi&#8230;&#8230; nothing personal, I know&#8230;rest assured<br />
coming to an artist&#8230;&#8230;Abhi&#8230;&#8230;I found that be it a poet or a writer of prose..or a painter&#8230;..or one skilled in the art of sketching&#8230;a sculptor..or a singer.. he has a heart and soul within him that vibrates and throbs on a different level from that of the common man.. he is tuned to a certain wavelength that is uncommon..which enables him to see beyond the obvious&#8230;.his mind is seething with questions to which he seeks answers&#8230;<br />
  not becoz he is ignorant .. but coz he knows..how much there is to know..and how little he knows.. and in this self-searching and trying to understand his place in the scheme of Creation..he hears the tunes that others do not hear.. here language becomes but a tool to him,if he is a writer&#8230;.. the colours and strokes become a tool to the painter&#8230;.and the chisel, gives expression to the inner self of the sculptor.. and in trying to express himself&#8230;.his heart and mind strive to find that which best expresses what he wishes to convey and i respect true artists for their attempt..and ability to play with the tool at their disposal</span></p>
<p>&nbsp;<span style="color: #003366;">ABHI: Beautifully expressed..I fully agree with u..&#8221;And the ability to play with the tool at their disposal&#8221;..This is the point I wanted to bring to ur notice..<br />
 Now I&#8217;ll tell u the other part of the story..I find there r broadly three kinds of people..One who is blessed with this capability, the other who does&#8217;nt&nbsp; even care abt. it &amp; some others who feel it in their heart but cannot express themselves..They&#8217;re the cursed ones..Here lies my grievances against God..If He didn&#8217;t endow me with the power to translate my mind into words then why did He give me a mind full of questions? This creates a fathomless agony within me&#8230;<br />
</span><br style="color: #003366;"><br /><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA : can I try to tell you something? when you have something to say&#8230;&#8230;.the heart usually finds its way&#8230;. it is the mind that scoffs at the method in which the heart may express itself&#8230;. it is the mind that looks for finesse in the method..<br />
  but dont you realize.. the human heart can be the most beautiul of God&#8217;s creations..<br />
  the mind can be no equal for it&#8230;.in many ways.. so just let the heart speak..<br />
  and no matter abt the method..whether it be labelled this or that.. What one feels and thinks is what matters.. and if you can find those souls on earth with whom you can connect.. that is true communion with another&#8230;and with God..</p>
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<p><span style="color: #003366;">ABHI : Then let us try again to finish the story of the fairy.. It was ur turn, I think..The fairy tried to know something more abt. the girl from the prince&#8230;</p>
<p><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA : so the girl has to be a bit envious right?</span></p>
<p>ABHI : Yes, but discreetly..</p>
<p><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA : u know Abhi, &#8230;..if the fairy really loved the prince, she wud simply let him be&#8230;.her self respect too matters you know&#8230;if he was worthy of her love her love wud draw him towards her&#8230;she need&#8217;nt know abt the other girl&#8230;..</span></p>
<p>ABHI: But love is irrational..And possession cannot be absolutely neglected in a love affair..</p>
<p><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: I doubt I cud do justice to the nature of this fairy of yours Abhi&#8230;.</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;she goes against my grain absolutely.. for me love is something very sacred&#8230;..shall i&nbsp; stray frm the topic slightly?</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br />ABHI : O.K. let&#8217;s give the story, a turn..The fairy went&nbsp; back disheartened &amp; started emaciating day by day..She could not eat properly, her sleep was disturbed &amp; gradually she became pale..One day she heard a familiar voice &#8230;&#8230;.She came out and saw the prince standing at her door..Seeing him she felt that a locked gate has been opened in her..Emotions flowing out of her eyes like floods,she asked the prince in a feeble voice, &#8220;&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: if the prince came back to her, she wud wait for him say something wud&#8217;nt she? what is it that he wud say?</span></p>
<p>ABHI : &#8220;How r u my dear?&#8221;</p>
<p><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA : My fairy wud try to find out how&nbsp; he was , before letting her emotions flow&#8230;.what&nbsp; brought him there..whether all was well with him..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br />ABHI : Oh! U r as sceptic as any other lady, my dear..Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha..</p>
<p><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA :Abhi..if she found that he had come back for her.. she wud just let her defences down&#8230;..she wud lay her head on his chest and let the tears flow&#8230;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">surrendering to him totally.. and her tears and silence wud tell him all he needed to know&#8230;&#8230;words wud be superfluous&#8230;&#8230;</span></p>
<p>ABHI: O.K. I&#8217;ll try to give an explanation&#8230;The prince said, &#8220;My Dear, I lied to you..It was not possible for me to get into a&nbsp; love affair at that point of time coz a demon wanted to dethrone my father from his kingship..I had to fight against him..I didn&#8217;t know whether I&#8217;d survive or not in the battle..So, I refused ur love then..I didn&#8217;t want to involve ur fate with mine at that time..Now that I&#8217;ve come out with flying colours, I&#8217;ve come to see whether ur love for me is still there , or has it&nbsp; dried up in the scorching rays of life..</p>
<p><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA : her eyes wud tell him all he needed to know Abhi&#8230;</span><span style="color: #00CCFF;">they wud mirror the love she nurtured in her heart for him..</span><span style="color: #00CCFF;">and she still wud&#8217;nt need words to convey her love for him&#8230;..</span></p>
<p>Abhi: But the pride of the fairy was hurt..She had suffered a lot coz of a lie..She said, &#8220;But I&#8217;ve spent myself up, my dear..Now I&#8217;ve nothing to offer u..&#8221;<br />&nbsp; <br /><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: that is why i said, i wud&#8217;nt be able to do justice to ur fairy..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">for me..true love knows no pride or envy or ego&#8230;.self respect yes&#8230;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;pride or ego&#8230;.no..!!!</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br />ABHI: Then u want to stop the story here..O.K. let them live happily for ever..U start another story..I&#8217;d try to follow u&#8230;</p>
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My conversations with Abhi-01ABHI&#160;&#160;&#160; :&#160; Hi, Dibya&#8230;I wish to talk to U abt the dichotomy of our social life and personal&#160;&#160;&#160; aspirations and wishes&#8230;tell me&#8230;how many times hv u deprived urself of&#160;&#160; enjoying the spring, coz [...]]]></description>
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<p><span style="color: #FF0000;">My conversations with Abhi-01</span><br style="color: #FF0000;"><br /></font><font style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;" size="5"><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; :&nbsp; Hi, Dibya&#8230;I wish to talk to U abt the dichotomy of our social life and personal&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; aspirations and wishes&#8230;tell me&#8230;how many times hv u deprived urself of&nbsp;&nbsp; enjoying the spring, coz of work , family n social obligations? How many&nbsp;&nbsp; times hv you thought childhood as better, when ur mind was as light as a feather?</span><br style="color: #000077;"><br style="background-color: #FFFFFF; color: #00CCFF;"><span style="background-color: #FFFFFF; color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: Abhi, these experiences differ frm person to person&#8230;depending upon what types of ppl hv a say in ur matters&#8230;depending upon what ur heart n mind perceives as <br />ur priorities&#8230;if there is significant clash between what u want or what u believe in..and the aspirations of those who form an integral,part of ur life&#8230;</span><br style="background-color: #FFFFFF; color: #00CCFF;"><br /><span style="color: #003366;">ABHI : my Q is,&nbsp; can we&nbsp; fix our priorities according to our will?Suppose the morning is too pleasant for me to squander away, doing no work&#8230;can I afford to?&#8230;.my obligations wud&#8217;nt permit me&#8230;suppose i want to make a solitary trip into the jungle and be with myself for a few days? will my family obligations allow me to do so? Suppose i strongly love someone, who i find to be my soulmate&#8230;will my social life allow me to speak&nbsp; my mind to her? being so chained for a long time, dont we come to a stage where we forget how to fly in the open sky?&#8230;either knowingly or unknowingly, we suppress our wishes n wills&#8230;.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA:Abhi , U r drawing me into realms, i often traverse, all by myself&#8230;let me tell you one thing&#8230;i hv had my share of grieviances..and now I am sure U hv had urs&#8230;.Of this I am sure that U have had serious conflicts between what ur heart desires..and between what the circumstances of ur life dictate</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">U know Abhi , there is something inside me, that&nbsp; raises its rebellious head at the slightest hint of suppression&#8230;be it by any individual or by any institution&#8230;till I was 14, i scarcely knew what type of person i was&#8230;..or what I wanted in life&#8230;.never had any clashes with friends or elders either..the reason was I was&#8217;nt even aware, i had a person called ME to grapple with..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">then slowly I started becoming&nbsp; aware of what makes me feel gud&#8230;.i luved to trust ppl&#8230;i loved poems n what they conveyed to the extent, that I fell in love with the poets, knowing that most of them were long since dead., it did not matter to me&#8230;..I felt one with them..like I cud meet them at will, thro&#8217; their thought processes&#8230;..philosophies interested me&#8230;my mind started raising many questions&#8230;abt religious beliefs, customs, practices&#8230;i found I never cud do the things that ppl do, without being convinced of the sensibility of what they did&#8230;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">I never cud do things coz it was the Done thing&#8230;I questioned..and it is not as though i wanted that what i perceived as the Truth shd be seen in the same light by others&#8230;.I always expressed my view, and left&nbsp; the other person free to prove me wrong&#8230;.to find the loopholes in my propositions&#8230;..and the ppl i&nbsp; argued with were not all merely ordinary ppl..they were the best in their field&#8230;.i wanted to be proved wrong&#8230;.coz i know my views r very much in contrast with popular views&#8230;I use ppl more like a sounding board&#8230;..wanting all the time that I be proved wrong&#8230;coz out there where my mind thrives..it is quite lonely Abhi ..and i am as social as I am an individual, with a distinct personality that wont budge easily&#8230;.so clash of sorts is always part of life&#8230;..but I live amicably with all around me&#8230;..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">not coz I bow to their dictates&#8230;but inspite of being what am&#8230;..am I making sense Abhi?</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br /><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: Certainly&#8230;now I get a clear picture of my friend&#8230;.U r extremely inquisitive, rational and rebellious&#8230;..but surely u must know the fate that the likes of Socrates met with for going against popular beliefs&#8230;&#8230;</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: ha ha ha,&#8230;I have often joked with friends, that hd I been born in another era..i wud certainly hv been burnt at the stake, like Joan of arc&#8230;.for the common GOOD&#8230;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br /><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI : but i find two forces always working within me&#8230;one..the centrifugal force working to tear all ties..and the other trying to tie me up with the material world,,,,,,I hv written a piece on this which i plan to publish soon&#8230;and now i understand ur passion for poetry&#8230;U know Dibya&#8230;only a true rebel is a poet&#8230;and only a poet can be a true rebel&#8230;&#8230;</span><br style="color: #000077;"><br /><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: U can understand when I say, there is poetry in nature&#8230;.there is poetry within me and without me&#8230;..and I mean to strike a harmony betweext the two..else what purpose , life?..surely i am not going to sacrifice my life at the altar of falsehood&#8230;..I will live true to myself&#8230;&#8230;and I tell the person opposite me&#8230;.u live the way u choose to&#8230;if that is what makes u happy&#8230;..if u dont have the guts to stand up for urself, then sorry no one can help you&#8230;.but dont tell me that ur way is the right way&#8230;coz then I shall tell you that my way is right..then wud u leave ur way and follow mine?&#8230;then dont ask me to leave mine&#8230;we walk our ways, but we r still friends if u choose to be, coz after all I love U as a person..and I expect U to respect my individuality&nbsp; as a person, if not love me&#8230;&#8230;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br /><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI : and what is Love, Dibya, between a man and a woman..?&#8230;..is it dependence, or understanding or expectations, or passion or caring?..I have tried to find out but failed again and again&#8230;&#8230;let me know ur views..I&#8217;ve something to tell you&#8230;&#8230;</span><br style="color: #000077;"><br /><span style="background-color: #FFFFFF; color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA: I am exploring this in the Maanav series ABHI&#8230;for me love is something u experience deep within u, for another&#8230;the one gets hurt and the other feels the pain much more than that one&#8230;U want the best for the one u love&#8230;..if that means a friend other than you, still ur heart wants only the best for that special one&#8230;.U&#8217;d go to the end <br />of the world to see that one happy&#8230;&#8230;this is not just what every poet or lover feels&#8230;..it is something I hv tested against my own feelings&#8230;&#8230;and what I feel deep down for those I love&#8230; &nbsp; </span><br style="background-color: #FFFFFF;"><br /><span style="color: #000077;"><br />ABHI : To me Love is a soul-searching process&#8230;it is a concept rather than something material&#8230;..In one of his poems Tagore says, we leave behind half of our soul, in some other world, at the time we r born, and we desperately try to find that other half, throughout our life&#8230;but unfortunately our tunings never match with that other half..and we go on searching&#8230;</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA : Abhi, u r speaking abt what I call a soul-mate&#8230;..as a comment on one of my Maanav series, someone asked me, whether there was a thing called a soul-mate&#8230;..I wrote back that down the ages, the yearnings that r written abt in poems&#8230;.the never-ending Quest&#8230;..that if the need for a supernatural being to explain away, the mysteries that surround life&#8230;can give rise to a God, then definitely this yearning that if not all, but some of us feel to meet up with that soul-mate&#8230;.surely that wud prove that there is a thing called a soul-mate..my heart burns sometimes with this yearning which is inexplicable&#8230;.and as you say, there must be something&#8230;&#8230;else how do u explain the yearning within&#8230;..U remember my poem?..THE ETERNAL QUEST?&#8230;..I have alluded to this in that poem&#8230;.my poems usually flow from deep within me Abhi&#8230;.I actually live those experiences that i write of&#8230;..and I fail to understand myself..coz there is no&nbsp; one person I know, to whom I can attribute these feelings and say, this is the way i feel abt u&#8230;.and yet those feelings and expressions of mine r real&#8230;.</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br /><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI : now u have come to the crux of the matter&#8230;&#8230;.as u said just now..that u feel something deep within ur heart, but cannot attribute it to any one&#8230;actually u r searching for ur inner self&#8230;&#8230;it cannot be complemented by anyone outside&#8230;&#8230;tell me what wud happen if u got ur partner?&#8230;.wud the vaccuum inside you be filled up?</span><br style="color: #000077;"><span style="color: #000077;">i think if we do meet up wid that so-called partner..then the quest appears&nbsp; to&nbsp; vanish and if we do not, then we experience pain..to hv failed in love reduces the self-confidence, coz it attacks the self esteem and the Ego&#8230;conversely a successful love affair only serves to satisfy our Ego..in a way it is again a soul searching or a self searching process&#8230;..</span><br style="color: #000077;"><br /><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA : then why the yearning for something outside you Abhi&#8230;.why the pangs of separation frm a being u do not even know, exists&#8230;&#8230;or is it that, that being is caught in a time-zone other than that in which u find urself&#8230;?</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000077;">ABHi : therein lies the magic of God..we try to find without that which lies within ourselves&#8230;..when after putting in a lot of efforts, we give up, then comes the call frm within&#8230;..we realize that love is neither a matter of absolute surrender, nor is it a matter of possession&#8230;..that is when enlightenment dawns upon ur spirit&#8230;.</span><br style="color: #000077;"><br /><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA : I hv often wondered abt this Abhi&#8230;.has this yearning got something to do with one&#8217;s urge to merge with the Creator&#8230;&#8230;is that what this inexplicable yearning is all abt?</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">I wud subscribe to Vivekanand&#8217;s thinking that We r part of the&nbsp; whole and that this part is always wanting to merge with that whole&#8230;..he speaks of the divinity within which has to manifest itself&#8230;</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br /><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI : I do not know the answers Dibya..I am trying to find out in my own way&#8230;..but I must say it is a great pleasure talking to u&#8230;..the philosophy u mentioned is called Dwaitawaad&#8230;.but I am more interested in Adwaitawaad&#8230;..but u must be sleepy now&#8230;we shall call it a day&#8230;&#8230;</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA : let me tell you a joke&#8230;..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><br /><span style="color: #000077;">ABHI: ha ha ha&#8230;..it is indeed wonderful, that we can joke thus&#8230;&#8230;</span><br style="color: #000077;"><br /><span style="color: #00CCFF;">DIBYA : Abhi ..that is what&nbsp; life is about&#8230;having done the things u HAVE&nbsp; to do&#8230;do the things u WANT to do&#8230;.no matter if it is standing like a fool , getting wet in the rain&#8230;or strolling off into some jungle to be with urself..or simply to stand and stare&#8230;&#8230;or maybe listen&nbsp; to some soulful music, which is close to ur heart&#8230;..if possible with a close friend , who wud care to listen to it with you&#8230;&#8230;..</span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"><span style="color: #00CCFF;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br style="color: #00CCFF;"></font><br /><span></span></p>
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