मैं हिंदी भाषा पर थोडा काम करना चाहता हूँ। हिंदी हमारी बोलचाल की भाषा है पर ढंग की हिंदी का प्रयोग शायद ही कभी होता हो। हर विचार को हिंदी में व्यक्त करना आज कल मुश्किल हो गया है क्योंकि अंग्रेजी का इस्तेमाल इतना हो गया है की विचार भी अंग्रेजी में आते है।

मैं लेखनी में बोलचाल की भाषा का प्रयोग करना चाहता हूँ पर उस पर मुझे अभी काम करना है।

निःस्वार्थ भाव से काम करने वालों को ठेंगा ही मिलता है। मैंने काफी मेहनत से काम किया था और जो दुनिया मैं जानता था वो छलावा निकली। काफी दर्दनाक एहसास है। धोखा काफी बुरा लगता है।

जब मैं इस तरीके से सोचता हूँ तो मुझे लगता है कि ज़िन्दगी काफी उबाऊ है। हम ऊब से भागते हैं। बेवक़ूफ़ लोग, अपने स्वार्थ के पीछे भागते हुए। इन सारे विभिन्न नज़रियों को मिलाना और एक सत्यपरक नजरिया तय करना काफी कठिन काम है।

लोगों की नज़रें गलतियां और कमज़ोरियाँ ढूंढती हैं। सोच और विचार काफी ज़रूरी हिस्से हैं। बिना गलती के डरना, क्यों। दुनिया डर सूंघ लेती है। और चाहे आप कैसे भी इंसान हों, अच्छे या बुरे, अगर आप डर गए तो इलज़ाम भी आप को ही लेना पड़ेगा।

अनुवाद बहुत ज़रूरी है। और लोग काफी घटिया हैं। मैं इन बातों पर यकीन नहीं करता।

Paranormal diaries of the indies #1

I woke up. It was very cold, but the room heater was working well. I could see the snow outside from my window. It looked beautiful. The trees of Deodar were covered in snow, and looked like gigantic christmas trees.

I walked upto the rack of the adjoined kitchen and turned the coffee machine on. What a better way to start the day than a coffee? I pick up the pack of cigarettes from the rack and light a cigarette. I need this kind of comfort once in a few days, before i return to my job. My job as a full time paranormal specialist.

People don’t believe in paranormal entities, and even i didn’t believe in them before getting into an accidental parapsychological research after my PhD in Psychology. My name is Captain Dr. Satyakam Abhiroop and this is Paranormal Diaries of the Indies.

Hills have heart

It is much about how you see the world. I want to travel places, and inside i know that all places are essentially the same. The trick is to not to stay at a place for too long.

I am in love with hills since childhood. Hills have these qualities i like, they are quiet, strong, beautiful, providing and deadly.

I am a poet because of pain, and i love expressing myself through words. I would have been a great painter if i knew how to paint, but since i don't know it, i paint with my words.

If i am given choice between freedom and independence, i would choose because freedom is actually possible. I am basically a slave, like all other people, but i can dream. The first freedom is to be able to dream.

Dreams can be impractical but they still are dreams. If I am given a choice between pleasure and peace, i would choose peace.

I want to drive to hills and roam from hill to hill. I want to use my medical skills for people who really need it. Not for them, but for myself. When you do not get something you really need, and by need i mean NEED, you tend to find your peace in providing others what they need. But the real trick is to find the people who REALLY need something.

Again

The fingers
Refuse to feel
They feel like wax
And like burning candles
With nerves to detect the pain
It is hard to begin again
It is hard to let go
But it has to be realized
The desires have no end
And the greed has no end
All of it has to be arranged properly
For harmony to prevail

Rudra's diary

(Dr. Rudra Abhigyan)Lab work can be hectic sometimes. I have reached here after much effort. The University's interview was really tough, and i had no hopes of qualifying but luckily they selected me. My work in the lab majorly consists of identifying specimens brought in by the team.

Other times i do my favourite job of playing with the dna. My personal life is going through a hectic phase these days.

Being a scientist has been a boon for me. Atl least i get to avoid people. I was never comfortable with people. When i was a kid i was so shy that i used to hide from people. I was a bright student and i kept doing what i do the best. Studying. And ended up in the lab of university.

#45

I am hallucinating.

Jay speaks

Hi i am Jyoti. And this is my story. I was born in a small district in rajasthan called Rajpur. They call me Jay. I used to live with my Dhaima, till she passed away, now I live with Amaya whom Dhaima had employed before her death. I study philosophy at the imperial university. I had promised Dhaima that i would finish my studies, and so applied for my masters this year. After dropping out of 3rd year medical college, she was angry with me but then i enrolled into philosophy and completed my bachelors. After death of Dhaima, life has been lonely. I return home to Amaya waiting for me. Amaya can't speak. She may be some 3 years elder to me and came to manage the household when Dhaima was sick. Amaya has her own issues. All i know about her is that her father was japanese, which is very obvious. I don't have much friends, mostly because Dhaima didn't allow me to have many friends, but even if she would have, i know i still wouldn't have any friends because i felt different and separated from the rest of the world.