Time that was and the Time that will be :)

( Dedication to my upcoming book 'In the name of Luuuv' )

Sometime back there were only few lines ...
A note, papers and thoughts which looked divine

No Plan, No strategy but only Hope and Solitude
My room, The Terrace, Late nite hours and a spaced out attitude

And Now YOU, My Dreams, Stand right in front of me
You look Calm, Composed and You are ready to Flee

And I thank you for staying hidden in me for so long
Giving me company, I really never needed anybody to hold on

U were the fire, The passion that made me go
No situation, No Trouble could ever break my hope

I welcome the grown up You with zillion smiles,
Hold your hand and Show you the upcoming miles

And I know that you will always understand
That the road ahead will always have several plans

All the pain, the worry and the teary oceans
Are gone, making us strong giving us our own notions

That Lovely light of fulfillment is no longer 'unknown'
I will always be with you so you won't ever be alone

Life is short and yet I make many Challenging demands ....
But Like a genie you always say " your wish is my command":)

I look forward to the light, I know You will grow
Get all the love you can, along with the golden glow

The World is yours, Go grab it, Don't let it go
It's your time, Be happy and Smile , Just go with Flow . . . .

Aameen Sumameen ! ! :)

Rebellious Curious Love

Hi guys this is from my book "In the name of Luuuv"

All this while I didn’t believe,
I stood numb, yet I felt a relief
Giving words to my imagination,
Always Looked like a happy destination
Listening to the nature’s theme,
Rainbows made my universe gleam
Letting the sun rise-up and go down ,
Insomniac fireflies Lighting up my town
I know that there is a satisfaction,
And so much fun in simple creations


But, When I look at people in love,
I feel is it good to go berserk?
Strive to see smiles on that one face. .
Not having an Ego or signs of distaste. .
Is it worth getting emotionally absurd?
Being in love is damn crazy I heard . . . .
How can it be right I think?
Isn’t it such a plight I think?
Living with thoughts of someone else,
Trying to fetch water from empty wells


I do not know if it’s all for real
I feel that Love should be pure & surreal
His Recurring thoughts make me feel abandoned
Making me question, “Why Should it even matter?”
How can my thoughts let a stranger in my mind
Giving him attention & spoiling what I designed
Don’t know if he is the “ONE” I feel . . .
If only he suffers from the same Disease?
Wanting to Brush his fingers through my hair
Wanting to Feel my aura around his air
Making me the face he knows he’s got to see
Making me the voice that makes him feel free
Taking me to where his thoughts go untamed
Like invisible gushes of wind unclaimed & untrained


I don’t know the technicalities ,
But I know only the simple realities
It’s true that when you feel blue,
Only the one who is connected to you
Is always there to stand by you ,
To let you know that he cares for you
To let you know that you not alone ,
He can’t hurt you and make you cry
He would not be the one to say goodbye . . . . .


I play no games and value a heart,
I don’t know Sugary talks or act bizarre
But I can let him share my thoughts ,
And let him meet the Fireflies
Let him be my Rainbow’s friend ,
And help him hear the nature’s theme
Show the gleaming sun go up and down,
Insomniac fireflies who Light up my town
Let him hold my face in his palms and
Make him calm when he feels any qualms


But Still , I also pray to God to Let me be ,
If he is not the one then let it be
Won’t give my heart to someone who leaves ,
Asking me to fall in love and later grieve
Coz I can still be happy and not believe,

Stay cold, Numb and yet feel relieved . . . .

( Copy-Rights Reserved)

Authoress - Chandra Mehendrou
www.inthenameofluuuv.com

Bhagat Singh my favorite freedom Freedom- A True Martyr

Bhagat Singh wrote this Letter to Shaheed Sukhdev on the question of Love & Sacrifice in the life of a revolutionary ! 

This letter deals with the views of Bhagat Singh on the question of love and sacrifice in the life of a revolutionary. It was written on April 5, 1929 in Sita Ram Bazar House, Delhi. The letter was taken to Lahore by Shri Shiv Verma and handed over to Sukhdev it was recovered from him at the time of his arrest on April 13 and was produced as one of the exhbits in Lahore Conspiracy Case.

After you read this letter you will see that at a very young age Bhagat Singh was ABOVE all human suffering & he was an Old soul. He believed in Self- integrity & taking ownership of our own actions. He was an extra-ordinary human being who possessed great foresight. 

During his teenage years he became an atheist as he did not understand how members of these two groups ( Hindu & Muslim's) , initially united in fighting against the British, could be anti each other and forget the real purpose only in name of their religious differences. . . 

Before his death he told his father that," I am confident that my death will do more to smash the British Empire than my release". and When he was about to be hanged, He was asked to pray by someone and that person said,"During your last days you will begin to believe" , he informed that person of his atheism and he said, "No, dear Sir, it shall not be. I will think that to be an act of degradation and demoralisation on my part. For selfish motives I am not going to pray." 

He was a threat to Gandhi and believed that self- protection comes first , which is right as it's highly foolish to get slapped first and then again offer yourself for one more.... I too feel that most of Gandhi's Ideologies were Highly disrespectful to Self and also lacked self- expression ....

Mohammad Ali Jinnah had also said that the man who goes on hunger strike has a soul. He is moved by that soul, and he believes in the justice of his cause. He is no ordinary criminal, who is guilty of cold blooded, sordid wicked crime."

Bhagat Singh was a great reader & thinker. After a Long hunger strike he was able to break the jail conditions.He maintained a note book of 404 pages and kept notes & quotes from the books he read.

I wrote this note in his memory as I highly admire him & felt that nation specially the youth should re-visit his life and what he achieved , Even though wew are a free nation , however there is a lot that we can learn from Shaheed Bhagat Singh ......... 

and .....Mentioned below is the letter he wrote :


DEAR BROTHER, 
By the time you receive this letter I will be gone, going to a far off destination. Let me assure that I am prepared for the voyage inspite of all the sweet memory and inspite of all the charms of my life here. Upto this day one thing pinched in my heart and it was this that my brother, my own brother, misunderstood and accused me of a very serious charge - the charge of weakness.

Today I am quite satisfied, today more than ever do I feel that was nothing, but a misunderstanding, a wrong calculation. My overfrankness was interpreted as my talkativeness, and my confession as my weakness. And now I feel it was misunderstanding and only is understanding. I am not weak, not weaker than anyone amongest us, brother. With a clear heart I go, will you clear too? It will be very kind of you. But note that you are to take no hasty step, soberly and calmly you are to carry on the work. Don't try to take the chance at the very outset. 

You have some duty towards the public, and that you can fulfil by continuing this work. As a suggestion I would say that M.R. Shastri* appeals to me more than ever. Try to bring him in the arena, provided he himself may be willing, clearly knowing the dark future. Let him mix with men and study their psychology. If he will work in the right spirit, he will be the better judge. Arrange as you may deem fit. Now, brother, let us be happy. 

By the way, I am say that I cannot help arguing once again my case in the matter under discussion. Again do I emphasise that I am full of ambition and hope and of full charm of life. But I can renounce all at the time of need, and that is the real sacrifice. These things can never be hinderance in the way of man, provided he be a man. You will have the practical proof in the near future. While discussing anybody's character you asked me one thing, whether love ever proved helpful to any man. Yes, I answer that question today. To Mazzini it was. You must have read that after the utter failure and crushing defeat of his first rising he could no bear the misery and haunting ideas of his dead comrades. He would have gone mad or committed suicide but for one letter of a girl he loved. He would as strong as any one, nay stronger than all. 

As regards the moral status of love I may say that it in itself is nothing BUT PASSION, not an animal passion but a human one, and very sweet too. Love in itself can never be an animal passion. Love always elevates the character of man. It never lowers him, provided love be love. You can't call these girls - mad people, as we generally see in films - lovers. They always play in the hands of animals passions. 

The true love cannot be created. It comes of its own accord, nobody can say when. It is but natural. And I may tell you that a young man and a young girl can love each other, and with the aid of their love they can overcome the passions themselves and can maintain their purity. I may clear one thing here; when I said that love has human weakness, I did not say it for an ordinary human being at this stage, where the people generally are. But that is most idealistic stage when man would overcome all these sentiments, the love, the hatred, and so on. 

When man will take reason as the sole basis of his activity. But at present it is not bad, rather good and useful to man. And moreove while rebuking the love. I rebuked the love of one individual for one, and that too in idealistic stage. And even then, man must have the strongest feelings of love which he may not confine to one individual and may make it universal. ......Now I think I have cleared my position. One thing I may tell you to mark; we inspite of all radical ideas that we cherish, have not been able to do away with the overidealistic Arya Samajist conception of morality. We may talk glibly about all the radical things that can possible be conceived, but in practical life we begin to tremble at the very outset. This I will request you do away with. And may I, Without fear at all the misapprehension in my mind, request you do kindly lower the standard of your over-idealism a bit, not to be harsh to those who will live behind and will be the victims of a disease as myself ? 

Don't rebuke them and thus add to their woes and miseries. They need your sympathy. May I repeat that you, without bearing any sort of grudge against any particular individual, will sympathise with those who needed the most ? But you cannot realise these things unless and until you yourself fall a victim to this. But, why I am writing all this? I wanted to be frank. I have cleared my heart. 
Wish you all success and happy life.

Yours. 
Bhagat Singh