“Agar sab log sbke channel join karlenge toh kiska channel bachega?”

Ab samjh aa rha hai kiska channel bachega✨

Because the type of people who have an incredible strong belief system are very less ..most of the people require some sort of proof or some indication that the invisible force or supernatural pwer is really their and that too in their favour… most of the peole lie in the buffer zone (who complaint to god when some unjust happens to them because they do not truly believe ki jo bhi hoga theek hoga) thats why we need external support from the people around us.

Homo sapiens or any other animal groups have always lived in groups or communities for safety and stable living …we share ideas/thoughts which are in the favour of their beliefs or cause.


Personally, I do not associate by rigid terms like theist or atheist i do not believe in miracles. What i believe in is everything is either gradual/slow or simple coincidence bounded by the rules of this universe. But i also believe in the philosophy of great thinkers and extraordinary people ie shri Krishna, maharana Pratap or shri Ram . Because thst gives me hope and power to survive the day with best of my capabilities. We must not waste time in proving god… we must take inspiration and move on

Another beautiful land desecrated. Another community shattered. Another act of violence carried out in the name of faith. How many more innocent lives will be sacrificed before we dare to speak the truth?

This isn’t just terror—it’s ideology. A radical, weaponized reality of Islam that justifies bloodshed, glorifies martyrdom, and crushes dissent. And we’re told to stay silent in the name of tolerance? No. Silence is complicity.

Islam is a war against humanity, we must not cower. We must not dilute the truth to protect feelings while lives are being taken. Pahalgam didn’t fall to nature. It fell to human cruelty, justified by belief.

Grieve, yes. But let your grief burn. Let it scream. Let it fuel ur determination. And let it never forget who lit the match.

जिस समाज में शत्रुबोध और एकता न हो, उस समाज का पतन तय है।

Thoda achha bura comment kardiya karo …thoda stimulus toh mile😭

Life is so selfish that it wants to reside only in young forms of life or young bodies. Life always prefers the stronger. And humans are so special that we have surpassed a significant — or dangerous — benchmark of self-consciousness, or even just consciousness, that some of us consider suicide as an option sometimes, despite billions of years of evolution. Or maybe it was destined.

Life automatically degenerates and moves towards destruction after the age of mating. The immunity of the body declines, the body weakens, and there’s a decrease in hormone levels and overall efficiency. “Intelligence causes sadness.” Maybe that’s why the majority of people are averagely intelligent — and the rare exceptions are those who think about the betterment of society, so the mediocre can live better and breed.

We were not meant to sit at a chair and table for hours, working or writing homework and assignments. Life wants to relax and rest.

Time doesn’t pass. The passage of time is an illusion. And life is the magician. Because life only lets you see one day at a time. You remember being alive yesterday, you hope you’ll be alive tomorrow — so it feels like you’re traveling from one to the other, but nobody’s moving anywhere. Movies don’t really move. They’re just pictures — lots and lots of pictures, all of them still, none of them moving, just frozen moments. But if you experience those pictures one after the other, everything comes alive.

Imagine if time all happened at once. Every moment of your life laid out around you like a city. Streets full of buildings made of days. The day you were born, the day you die. The day you fall in love, the day that love ends. A whole city built from triumph and heartbreak and boredom and laughter and cutting your toenails. It’s the best place you will ever be.

Time is a structure relative to ourselves. Time is the space made by our lives where we stand together, forever. Time and Relative Dimension in Space. It means life.

You don’t love someone the way you think. You like the feeling — a feeling constructed by media and society. We are nothing more than trillions of living organisms — cells — and the sum of some urges.



The inadequacies of reality always set in.

Entropy
Or maybe not🙃

Jbtk aaplogo ko pta chalega ki main bhagwan ka avtaar hoon tb tk bohot der ho chuki hogi🤫😔😝

✨

Baakiyo ke saath photo nahi hai🙂‍↕️

I am not a good keeper ..i do not initiate things …i am not good at maintaining relations… i even refuse to come at common grounds if i have different opinions (because i am right) but i really want ur good and to be ur good friend

पंछी बन छूना चाहूँ बादल मैं तुझको,
चाहूँ उड़ना — नापना दूरी आकाश की।
तुम ढोल पीटना, बढ़ाना एंट्रॉपी और करना ऐलान मेरी दिलेरी का,
कड़ाकना बिजली बिन मौसम की।

बचपन से ही बादलों ने मुझको बड़ा चिढ़ाया है,
सूरज साथ देता था उनका, मुझे ना देखने देता था आकाश भी।
चाहत है बनने की जटायू, न करूँगा गलती संपाति की,
उड़ान भरना चाहूँ ऐसी कि देवता भी मेरा अभिषेक (जल वर्षा) करें।

नहीं उड़ना मुझे किसी को दिखाने को, ऊपर लिखी बात तो ऐसे ही है।
बस इच्छा है कि विलीन हो जाऊँ मौसम में, आखिर बादल ही तो वर्षा है।
मुझे जीना है हर पल इसका, कहीं खो न जाए ये वायु में।
भरूँ उड़ान ऊँची इतनी, वापस आना है या नहीं देखा जाएगा बाद में।

Entropy

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Ishq...
Na pooja mein milta hai, na duaon mein,
Na uske aashiyan mein, na hawaon mein...
Ishq to vo hai jo khud se shuru ho,
Jo har khushi mein tujhmein hi tu ho.

Kabhi shaam ki chai ban jaata hai,
Kabhi tanha raaton ka saathi.
Kabhi khuli kitaab mein ek purani yaad,
Kabhi bheegta hua pal – bina barsaat ke baadal ke saath.

Ishq...
Vo ankaho se baat hai jo khamoshi se guftagu karta hai,
Jo khud ki khamoshiyon mein sargam bhar deta hai.
Vo kisi ke milne ya bichhadne se nahi hota,
Vo to apne hone se jeet jaata hai.

Kabhi andheron se dosti karna bhi ishq hai,
Kabhi khud ki har kami se pyaar karna bhi.
Kabhi sheeshe ke us paar muskurana,
Aur kabhi toot kar bikhar jaane ke baad bhi sambhal jaana – vo bhi ishq hai.

Ishq...
Vo bhi hota hai jab tum har pal zinda mehsoos karo,
Jab saansein bhi tumhare geet gaayein.
Jab har cheez mein tum khud ko paayo
Ek nayi soch, ek naya roop, ek nayi chaah ban jaayo.

Kisi aur mein ghul jaana ishq nahi,
Khud mein utar jaana ishq hai.
Jab har baat mein tum khud se mil jaayo,
Aur duniya ko bhool kar tum khud mein khil jaaye.

Ishq...
Ek nasha hai jo behkaata nahi,
Ek aag hai jo jalaata nahi,
Ek raag hai jo sirf sukoon laata hai,
Aur ek raah hai, jo sirf tujh tak jaata hai.

Ishq....
Vo h, Jiske andaaz-e-bayan mein ek sukoon bhi ho, ek gehraai bhi.

Ishq tum me h , sirf tum hi ho

Win the morning,
Win the day

Yes i can

लकड़हारे की लालसा

सुंदर सवेरा था, जिसमें निकला लकड़हारा था,
खुश था बहुत, चाल में थी आशा,
सोच रहा था— “काटूंगा लकड़ी खूब, बेचूंगा पहले से ज्यादा।”

एक नई जगह दिखी, करने को शुरुआत,
पास में ही था तालाब, जो लगता था गहरा।
लग गया काम पर, पहली ही फुर्सत में,
एक नई ऊर्जा थी उसमें ठहरी।
पर मन था कहीं और, बस मुनाफे की आस,
कुल्हाड़ी बाज़ने कई बार लगी… पकड़ ढीली हुई,
हाथ से कुल्हाड़ी छूटी और तालाब में जा गिरी।

चौंक उठा, घबरा गया, क्या करे अब?
सोचा— “पानी में उतरूं?” और कोशिश की, पर सचमुच था गहरा।
हताश हुआ, बैठ गया पेड़ के सहारे,
टकटकी बांधे देखता रहा तालाब को।

अगले ही पल आँखों पर यक़ीन न हुआ बढ़ी मन में एंट्रॉपी
जलाशय से निकली एक देवी,
शायद हवा में उड़ रही थीं वो।
लकड़हारा अब भी स्तब्ध था,
समझ न पाया क्या हो रहा था।

देवी ने पास बुलाया, आँसू पोंछे,
पूछा— “क्या हुआ?”
उसने अपनी व्यथा बताई,
देवी मुस्कुराई, जैसे सब जानती हों पहले से।

हाथों में प्रकट हुईं कुल्हाड़ियाँ दो,
और पूछा— “बताओ, कौन-सी थी तुम्हारी?”
लकड़हारा घबरा गया, लालच हावी हुआ,
बोला— “सोने की थी कुल्हाड़ी मेरी!”
मन ही मन खुशी से झूमने लगा।

पर देवी का चेहरा तमतमा उठा,
क्रोध से बोलीं— “तुम लकड़ी के भी हक़दार नहीं!”
और अगले ही पल वो भी तालाब संग विलीन हो गईं,
जैसे कुछ था ही न वहाँ।

लकड़हारा घुटनों पर गिर पड़ा,
कर्म कितना व्यर्थ का किया था उसने,
अगर नियंत्रण होता आत्म पर,
तो शायद कुल्हाड़ी होती सोने (लकड़ी) की उसके हाथ में।

-entropy

शब्द शक्ति है

आपके द्वारा बोला गया हर एक शब्द एक शक्ति की तरह उस पूरे में लग जाता है इसलिए हमेशा अच्छा बोले , रोज सुबह अपने बारे में अच्छा सोचे ,
इसलिए ब्रूस ली कहते :
अपने बारे में कभी मजाक में भी कुछ लगत मत कहो जैसा बोलेंगे वैसे ही बनोगे दिमाग असली नकली में अंतर नहीं समझता ।

जो भी बोलो पूरे पूरे निश्चय से बोलो पूरे सत्य के साथ अधितर सत्य बोलो
ताकि जब कहो कि मैं कर सकता हूं तो मन सोचे भी न कि ये असत्य है इतनी सत्य बोलने की प्रैक्टिस करो ,
कम बोलना सीखो अपने शब्दों पर काबू रखो

मै एक कामयाब व्यक्ति हूं
जो बोल दिया वहीं सत्य हो
अब इस पर संदेह मात्र भी नहीं
मै एक कामयाब व्यक्ति निश्चय ही हूं।

शब्द शक्ति है और शक्ति बर्बाद नहीं जाती ।

Kavitayein sirf romantic pasand karte ho kya mates?

बचपन का बादल

बचपन का बादल मेरा सुंदर रहा बहुत,
जीवंत रंगों की रंगोलियों सी, कलाकृतियों से अंकित अनूठ।
क्षितिज की सीमाओं से आकाश में प्रवेश करता दिखा वो,
प्रतीत हुआ जैसे उत्साहित था बहुत,
अपनी सतह की सीमा पर पीला रंग चढ़ाए था वो।

देखते ही उसको, सूखे पड़े गाँव के लोग हर्षोल्लास में नहाने लगे,
नाच-गाना हुआ बहुत, क्योंकि बारिश हुई थी कई साल बाद।
खिले नए-नए प्रकार के पौधे, मानो पानी था बना उर्वरक का।

बादल गरजा भी तो, लोग माने उसको प्यार,
देखें उसको ऐसे, कि पड़ जाए वो शांत।

भटकता बादल

बैठे रहना एक जगह मानो सज़ा थी उसकी,
ना माने था बिना काटे चक्कर चार।
और चक्कर भी काटे ऐसे,
जैसे हो रहा कोई भव्य नाच,
सारे बादल जाते थे उससे हार।
अपने साथी बादलों में भी था वो सबसे ख़ास,
क्योंकि चमक थी अलग उसमें, सबको बनाए अपना यार।

बैठे रहना एक जगह मानो सज़ा थी उसकी,
ना माने था बिना काटे चक्कर चार।
और चक्कर भी काटे ऐसे,
जैसे हो रहा कोई भव्य नाच,
सारे बादल जाते थे उससे हार।

नानी का घर और मेरा बादल

नानी घर जब जाता था, तो देखता था उसको सारी-सारी रात,
उस समय था वही दोस्त मेरा, जिससे करता था बातें दो की चार।
शाम को जब आते थे फिर सब छत पर, नानाजी के साथ,
डाला दाना पंछियों को, डाला पौधों को पानी,
दिखता था वो बैठा हुआ अपने तख़्त पर।

धीरे-धीरे मेरा ध्यान उस पर से हटने लगा,
बोझ जो बाकी चीज़ों का आने लगा,
समाज, भविष्य, पढ़ाई, ज़िम्मेदारियों में उलझने लगा,
और उस बादल से मेरा साथ छूटने लगा।

अलविदा बादल

बादल वो निकलने लगा आगे मेरे ऊपर से,
मानो नाराज़ है मुझसे किसी छोटे बच्चे की तरह।
पर नानाजी उसको मेरे अच्छे लगते होंगे बहुत,
तभी ले गया उनको अपने सिर पर बिठाए, सैर कराने के लिए।

अभी भी दिख रहा है वो मुझे,
जैसे खींच रहा हो मेरी तस्वीर,
मैं मुस्कुराना बंद करूं और वो बोले,
“स्माइल प्लीज़!”
इतने में आए आवाज़ “खिचिक”,
और वो चला जाए हमेशा के लिए,
पार क्षितिज…

Thank You for the hundred💫

उन गलियों-नुक्कड़ में बैठे लोगों से नहीं कहा जा सकता,

कि चिलम-सिगरेट व्यसन (बुरी आदत) है।
दुःख में डूबे किसी मन को क्या नहीं मिलना चाहिए एक तिनके भर का भी सहारा।

ठोकर से गिरे व्यक्ति से कभी नहीं पूछना चाहिए उसके हाल और उसके घाव का हिसाब
पर गली में सिगरेट फूंकते लोगों को ज़रूर बताया जा सकता है

कि जीवन संभव है उस अंतराल में भी
जहाँ ओझल होता है सिगरेट का धुआँ और शुरू होती है एक शुद्ध, शीतल हवा… 😌

डूबते मन को ज़रूर बताया जा सकता है
या कहा जा सकता है
कि जीवन के रास्ते ठोकरों से ही बने होते हैं

लगा था मुझे कि पौधे पेड़ रूठे हैं इंसानों से,
क्योंकि दिए न थे फूल-फल उन्होंने उस साल।
बाहर निकला घर के, मैं था बहुत दिनों बाद,
तो देखा कि बगीचों में लदे पड़े हैं पेड़ों में आम।

मन में पूछा खुद से ही कि “है क्या ये चाल?”
निरीक्षण किया आत्म का तो जाना कि नहीं दिया था मैंने पानी कई साल।

भोलेपन तो देखो, रखी आशा फूलों के सौंदर्य की,
जिनको थी मुझसे जीवन की आस।
हँस पड़ा जान अपने दिवास्वप्न पर।
मान चला घर अपने कि ये भ्रम था मेरा,
मगर बड़े स्वाभिमानी थे पेड़ मेरे ,
सूख गए खड़े-खड़े बिना पानी पिए।

पानी का प्याला मेज़ पर धरा का धरा रह गया,
और अपनी गलती मान मैं आगे बढ़ चला।

Further explanation to it:-
Malti is a character taken from the short story " रोज़" by Agegya and the statement of ,"this happens daily" is the translation of her replies to most of the questions.
Her robotic life is the depiction of lack of humanity and emotions within her.
Two sentences in each para are connected with the word "her" symbolising that it is expected to retain the connections from the women's end, which Malti is doing but the sudden breaks in between those lines are the symbol that in this process of becoming "HER" and enduring every responsibility, she has forgotten herself. Also, every line is connected to each other with the repetition of the word, 'HER' showcasing the repeated daily lifestyle of her without much breaks. Her existence does not really matter there apart from the routine job.
She tried to put efforts into every relationship but in turn got disappointed. She tried to do everything but still no one cared about "HER" apart from her work. And now she is just a robot doing everything every day with nothing but an obligation to fulfill her responsibilities.
Prometheus is a Titan , usually less talked about , known as the God of Selflessness in Greek mythology. But again it's a "he" meaning that people do consider that one guy who did selflessness as God but each female who sacrifices so much for them remains nothing but a "wife" , "mother" , "sister" , "daughter" and yet not herself.

By thinking about the same goal over and over again, that goal starts coming to you

Today's reality
Ho sakta hai kisi ko bura lage
Bt jo sach hai o to sach hi hai ...

Phoenix✨

🥸

Those who were dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not listen to the music

Probably
I am not the flower that smells good,
Not the cloud that rains,
Not the sound that reaches to one’s ears,
Not the train as fast as the bullet,
Not the star that shines bright,
Not the emotion that is pure,


But, i try not to
to pluck the flowers,
Try to observe the shape that cloud is trying to become,
Try to sit in the train that is not so fast,
Talk to the stars not bright enough,
Understand the emotion which is not pure,


Probably because i am also on the same path (effectively),
Some of us have a long-long way and some …probably short but maybe as steep as a mountain.


Probably
We will meet again at the bay of the sea near the bridge
Where those flowers are ambrosial,
Where those clouds drizzle,
Where the sounds of lightning are echoing even in the neighbouring town,
Where that trains runs as fast as it could,
Where the those stars shine in the clear night sky better than ever,
Where i could feel that pure emotion of serenity

John Milton’s Reply to this -

Thy tongue is fleet, yet wisdom lags behind,
For verse alone leaves half of man confined.
Thou praisest light, yet know’st not whence it springs,
A fleeting spark whilst I unshroud the wings—

Of angels cast from Heaven’s righteous claim,
Who rose in fire, yet fell to endless shame.
Thy quill ignites? A candle in the storm!
Mine carves through fate, as thunder doth inform.

What be a stage, if not a mortal’s plight?
Whilst I weave stars, thou dancest in their light.

Thou speak’st of love, yet know’st not love’s true art,
A verse half-baked, with neither wit nor heart.

"To be or not to be"—'tis depth, not plight,
Whilst thou dost scribble woes in borrowed light.

Thy words be mist, that fades in morning’s hue,
Whilst mine doth forge the old to shape the new.

"Thy quill but weeps, yet mine ignites the stage,"
"I craftéd kings, whilst thou dost mourn a page."



Shakespeare's reply

Gulzar to shakespeare

तेरे हर्फ है उलझे, जज़्बात नहीं रखते ।
इश्क के किस्से में भी, मुलाकात नहीं रखते ।

"To be or not to be" क्या है ये उधेड़बुन?
ज़िंदगी है एक सांस की, सौ नाटक नहीं करते ।

तेरे शब्द तो भारी, मगर एहसास है हल्के,
मेरी कलम की शिद्दत भी झलके ।

तेरे शब्द पहली, मेरा हर लफ्ज़ निशाना,
तूने लिखी थी script, मैने जिया है फ़साना।

Be grateful, we didn't see these sides of life that our parents did.

Someone has said that “it requires less mental effort to condemn than to think.”

Small details

https://youtu.be/upKlI7ELh3k?feature=shared



Directed by=> Srizal❤️

࿐ཽ༵༆༒ॐ नमः शिवाय༒༆࿐ཽ༵

Will post the significance behind "Malti" tomorrow.

HER

When Malti said, "This happens daily".
The human died inside her
Her emotions formed a rally,
And left as if they don't belong to her.
"Her", made her carried the responsibility
One after the other for the family of her.
Her will, to be listened got murdered subtly,
And efforts vanished from the work of hers.
Her will be to Prometheus left her permanently.
Because Prometheus was a he and she was a "HER".
-Anushka

Deep work by cal Newport

@kitaabe

“Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.”

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मैं खुद ही खुद में सोचता हूं,
क्या ये सोच मेरे खुद के है?
क्या ये जिस्म मेरा खुद का है,
या लोग मेरे खुद के है?
ना ही खुद को जन्म दिया,
ना पाला खुद को मैने है।
न ही खुद को तराशा कभी,
ना ढाला खुद को मैने है।

न रीत निभाई जग की यूं तो,
ना ही तोड़ा उनको मैने है ।
न चला रहा इन सांसों को,
ना किया अंत तय मैने है ।
न ज्ञान दिया खुद को जग का,
ना भाग्य लिखा खुद मैने है ।
न कवि माना किसी ने खुद को,
ना लिखी कविता मैने है ।
-Srizal

Well,,Seeking truth and seeking happiness are often seen as two fundamental yet sometimes conflicting pursuits. While truth can be harsh and unsettling, happiness is often fleeting and can be based on illusions. The real question is whether happiness derived from falsehood is truly happiness at all—or just an illusion destined to fade.

Truth has an inherent weight; it demands courage, often bringing discomfort before it brings liberation. Take, for example, a person who discovers an unpleasant truth about their life—perhaps a betrayal, an injustice, or a personal failure. Initially, this truth brings pain. But over time, it allows for growth, self-awareness, and the ability to make better choices. A life built on truth, though difficult at times, fosters a deeper, more enduring form of happiness—the kind that comes from knowing oneself and living authentically.

On the other hand, happiness that depends on falsehood is fragile. Imagine someone who lives in a comfortable lie, believing they are loved when they are merely being used. The illusion may bring joy for a time, but when the truth emerges, the happiness crumbles. It is like building a house on sand—one storm, one revelation, and everything collapses.

Yet, truth and happiness are not always in opposition. A child, as you beautifully pointed out, finds joy in the simple truth of their mother’s presence. There is no overthinking, no deception—just pure existence. In moments like these, truth and happiness are one and the same.

Perhaps the highest form of happiness is not in avoiding difficult truths but in embracing them, integrating them into our lives, and finding meaning in them. True joy does not come from escaping reality but from understanding and accepting it.

What’s more important to you: seeking happiness or seeking truth?

Can the two coexist, or are they in conflict?

my first post

Thank You guys... will be back after the sky meets the land (its not much time left)n

I went to his bio where i found link to his channel named "my untold opinions" and joined it. He used to write philosophical and poems there which i found very ammusing. After 3-4 days Kuldeep DMed me and said "main tumhe admin bna rha hoon jo mann mein aaye daalna channel pe bss delete mat karna main lambe break pe jaa rha hoon". I did not know how to react on that because i didn't know what to serve to 22 subscribers. But he was gone already. Messaged my 'that friend' she also was confused. "kitna achha channel hai yeh main ispe kya hi likhungi" she said. Maine bola uske aane tk kuchh bhi daalte hain woh aajayega toh samhal lega. Since then me, entropy (sansui earlier) and my friends are the servers of this channel. Although, he came in between but is now gone for a long time. I also wanted to leave multiple times {harr cheez se mann bhar jata hai mera} but fellow admin and Suraj Singh held me.

One fine day, when i was talking with my friend ki "kaisa lgta hoga unlogo ko jinka channel hota hai". she said "banake dekhle". maine bola "meri bakwaas kaun sunega?". "sunenge sun ne wale" she said. i knew it would not be possible. after a week or two maybe, I was in a GC where some guy was talking about dark pschological tricks, named 'kuldeep'. sab theek chal rha tha fir usne kuchh thoda offensive bola and the admins got angry and banned him. I was also criticising him over that one thing but after 10-15 mins i realized ki itna bhi galat nahi bola usne. I went into his DM and told him ki i also have similar thoughts and said koi baat nahi "tu sher hai". He said "tumne itna boldiya utna hi bohot hai".