Her Rose and His Rose..

Sparkling pearls of the dew on the rose petals,

The dew trickles down to the green leaves,

Butterflies all around the flower,

The white fog surrounds the garden,

You walk in on your bare feet,

The green winter grass is too cold to bear,

You spring like a fawn on the bright green grass,

Your bare feet wet with the morning dew,

Your anklets tingling with every footstep,

You want that rose, that bright red one,

The rose you want is still young and tender,

Let it come into flower from a bud, and take it away,

Wait for it to bloom, like I wait for you.

A selfish hour on a saturday night..

He looked at the city from the bridge. It looked beautiful. The city lights twinkling from far just like stars in the sky only brighter. He then looked down in the river. The blue water looked the color of gray in the night but still as beautiful as in the day. He sat on the railing of the bridge and after making himself safe and comfortable took out his cigarette and lighter from his pocket. He liked it to come at the bridge at night. The traffic is less at night, just a few automobiles crossing the bridge and few policemen patrolling, whom he already knew. The first time he came at the bridge one of the policemen thought that he was one of those suicidal guys but then after so many days they have become familiar to him. He sees them, nods his head and gets a nod in return. Sometimes he shares a smoke with them but he never talks to them because he does not know what to talk and they to completely seem to understand. Generally policemen are not kind to people as they are to him but then he thinks he has earned that kindness and trust. 

He loosens up his tie and the collar of his shirt and opens the brown packet he brought along with him and takes out the sandwich and the coffee. It’s his way of spending the weekend. He never likes the weekend parties thrown by his friends, neither the family dinner. He gives the Friday night to friends and his whole Sunday to the family. He wonders about his friends who would be drunk in the pub by now shouting about their bosses and dads. He never likes it. Some things are better kept to self.

He switches on the Radio and plugs the earplugs in. It was his favorite band playing. He chuckled to himself. He took a bite of the sandwich and then sipped the coffee following it with a deep puff of smoke. His mind was wandering different places along with the lyrics of the song. Almost mechanically he repeated the same procedure, took a bite of the sandwich, and sipped the coffee and then a puff of smoke. He continued the process with a desire that it never ends but like all good things it will also come to an end and it should.

The Saturday always marks a new beginning for him just like it marks an end of the week. The time he spends alone is like a reward to him. A reward for the hassles of the whole week. It’s like a freedom from his stupid boss, nagging girlfriend and family responsibilities. He now looks at the watch. His Saturday time has ended and the time for others has begun. He has to submit the new project report on Monday and then has to get the AC repaired, his girlfriend's call is flashing on the phone screen. He stands up and gets back to his car. The police man waves at him. He waves back. He looks at the city again, nothing has changed but the lights seem dull. He looks at the water and finds its gray shade gloomy. It is still Saturday night but his weekend is over.

A Religious Atheist?

Personally I am an atheist and I consider myself a Hindu atheist. Since I was born a Hindu and a Rajput I will be trying my very best to stick to my duties. I can't believe in God for very scientific, factual, basic reasons(and still I use capital G in God because I respect other peoples beliefs).

I am a Hindu and I take part in prayers, idol worship, pujas, yajnas and every Hindu ritual and that is obviously for satisfaction of my family. I don't believe that these things have any effect except for mental satisfaction, peace of mind and obviously bringing the community together. These things are then obviously good but not so good to satisfy me.

There is one Hindu philosophical school which satisfies my quest for truth and that is the 'Samkhya'. It is a dualistic and Atheistic Hindu philosophical school which denies God and accepts 'Purusha' and 'Prakriti'. Samkhya philosophy regards the universe as consisting of two realities: Purusha (consciousness) and Prakriti (phenomenal realm of matter). Well I must say this is the best way out I have got to personally satisfy myself in the area of religion and God because after all we all need something to believe in.