<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12141372</id><updated>2011-07-28T05:12:23.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how-does-it-matter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12141372/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>how does it matter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752249115381394941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12141372.post-7064133221429119900</id><published>2009-07-22T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T06:24:58.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Born Naked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                     Though i don't remember it as probably no one does it is a fact that i was born naked. From that time onwards, I tried draping myself in different sheets of caste, creed and society. But the fact remains like a unabashed monolith that i was born naked.&lt;br /&gt;                         I saw my flaws myself but always tried to hide them from other. Flaws were of several kinds- physical, moral (innate in character) or societal. The image of self felt by me and how other see me was entirely opposite. I dexterously used " Saam, Daam, danda, bheda" to hide my flaws.&lt;br /&gt;                        Sometimes I lied (repeatedly of course) to hide some mundane fact which doesn't even matter to me right now. I used all my might and God bestowed potency in hiding the truth from a hypocrite world which itself is naked. I could always feel the palpable fear of society. Always worried about society reaction about some of my idiosyncrasies, relationships or other worthless issue related to my life.&lt;br /&gt;                   Though recently i read GITA and tried to be increasingly transparent in my behaviour and ways of life. I tried hard not to lie, not to hide anything from anyone. I lost so many things which really mattered to me due to mine this strange obsession with truth. Even after following GITA i have hidden a huge portion of my darkness from the world.&lt;br /&gt;                      Recently due to some event i feel my nemesis has come. GOD did something which even if i want to hide from the world, I can't. This sudden incapacity of mine to hide anything reminded me of long forgotten bare fact that i was born naked. I had nothing to hide backthen.  Probably truth is always naked. You can't cover it by fancy sheets of lies.&lt;br /&gt;                      At this juncture after this sudden turn of events, I can only appreciate the words of one of my teachers" I am not ashamed of anything, not even nudity". Probably and partially because truth is always naked. We should have the courage to face the reality as it is. If we don't have this attribute we need to develop it because only " Veer Bhogya Vasundhara".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12141372-7064133221429119900?l=how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/7064133221429119900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12141372&amp;postID=7064133221429119900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12141372/posts/default/7064133221429119900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12141372/posts/default/7064133221429119900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com/2009/07/born-naked.html' title='Born Naked'/><author><name>how does it matter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752249115381394941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12141372.post-6718140737049139416</id><published>2009-01-24T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:35:31.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lehron se Darkar nauka par nahin hoti,&lt;br /&gt;koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nanhi cheenti jab daana lekar chalti hai,&lt;br /&gt;chadhti deewaron par, sau bar phisalti hai.&lt;br /&gt;Man ka vishwas ragon mein saahas bharta hai,&lt;br /&gt;chadhkar girna, girkar chadhna na akharta hai.&lt;br /&gt;Akhir uski mehnat bekar nahin hoti,&lt;br /&gt;koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dubkiyan sindhu mein gotakhor lagata hai,&lt;br /&gt;ja ja kar khali haath lautkar aata hai&lt;br /&gt;Milte nahi sahaj hi moti gehre paani mein,&lt;br /&gt;badhta dugna utsah isi hairani mein.&lt;br /&gt;Muthi uski khali har bar nahin hoti,&lt;br /&gt;koshish karne walon ki haar nahi hoti.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Asaflta ek chunauti hai, ise sweekar karo,&lt;br /&gt;kya kami reh gayi, dekho aur sudhar karo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jab tak na safal ho, neend chain ko tyago tum,&lt;br /&gt;Sangharsh ka maidan chhodkar mat bhago tum.&lt;br /&gt;Kuch kiye bina hi jai jaikar nahin hoti,&lt;br /&gt;koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- Harivansh Rai Bacchan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12141372-6718140737049139416?l=how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12141372.post-5202741916078906303</id><published>2008-09-04T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:28:45.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ज़िन्दगी</title><content type='html'>अच्छाइयों और उसूलों को निभाने  के लिए मैं मिटाता  रहा ख़ुद को खुशी से&lt;br /&gt;दोस्तों  ने यारों ने, घर वालों ने न जाने क्या क्या चाहा मेरे लिए ज़िन्दगी से&lt;br /&gt;मैंने ने तो बस यही चाहा, कभी भी कुछ न चाहूँ मैं किसी से&lt;br /&gt;सारे   रिश्तों को बन्धनों को  निभाने के लड़ा मैं मौला की खुदी से&lt;br /&gt;फिर भी न जाने क्यों उसने मेरा नाता जोड़ दिया बेबसी से&lt;br /&gt;ज़िन्दगी के अंधेरों की आदत के  कारण डर लगने लगा है रोशनी से&lt;br /&gt;किसकी गलती है, किससे  शिकवा करुँ ख़ुद से तुझसे या ऊपरवाले की बंदिगी से&lt;br /&gt;ज़िन्दगी ने छीन लिया है  ज़िन्दगी को मेरी ज़िन्दगी से&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12141372-5202741916078906303?l=how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/5202741916078906303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12141372&amp;postID=5202741916078906303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12141372/posts/default/5202741916078906303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12141372/posts/default/5202741916078906303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='ज़िन्दगी'/><author><name>how does it matter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752249115381394941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12141372.post-4733399941576666094</id><published>2008-09-04T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:15:11.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>जन्मसिद्ध अधिकार</title><content type='html'>ए  खुबसूरत  बला सी हसीं तुम्हारा इंतज़ार है.&lt;br /&gt;तुम्हारी जुल्फों की छायों में सोने को दिल बेकरार है&lt;br /&gt;जाने  क्या क्या खवाव है तुम्हारे बारे में मेरे  सीने में,&lt;br /&gt;मेरे सपनों की मलिका, मृत्यु तुम पर मेरा जन्मसिद्ध अधिकार हैं&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12141372-4733399941576666094?l=how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/4733399941576666094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12141372&amp;postID=4733399941576666094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12141372/posts/default/4733399941576666094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12141372/posts/default/4733399941576666094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com/2008/09/maut.html' title='जन्मसिद्ध अधिकार'/><author><name>how does it matter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752249115381394941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12141372.post-377210204072481616</id><published>2008-07-04T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T08:41:16.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Religion and the Art of loosing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;They say everybody is born for a particular purpose. May be purpose of my life is to demonstrate others that lesser mortals like human beings don’t have right to wish, to decide. God has given only the right of karma, fruit He has withheld from lesser mortals in His control. We may have something (which we can consider winning), but that is just like begging given to&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mendicants&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I lost again and again and then again until I realized that losing is my destiny. Life has already made all decisions of my life; I had no right of anything in my life. I had no role in choice of my parents, my siblings. Later on I realized,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I even don’t have liberty over my friends, colleagues, relatives.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;The art of loosing made it easy for me to accept all my defeats, routs, vanquishes. It made it easy for me to realize futility of my existence. This art is not pristine or developed by me. It was there from the starting of evaluation of humankind itself. But as euphemism, (since it may look huge embarrassing for us human beings to accept the truth) we call it religion. Almost all religion teach us to come to the shelter of some unknown force (known as God in language of theists) and that force will take care of all these problems, mysteries unsolved by the intelligent and braveness endowed on us lesser mortals.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I was a theist in my childhood as a result of my upbringing then ventured into dark arena of atheism and remained there until I could afford the lugubriousness caused by my repeated failures. Then I realized I can no longer take it alone and started searching for a safe lap where I can fall every time I loose and I found it in the form of good old religion. This was the first time I realized why majority of us are so much keen devotees of religion, because we lack the courage to face embarrassing of our continued throughout life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Although I have lost many times, before and after converting to theism (Conversion to religious brigade doesn’t reduce the probability of losing) but there is a change in my attitude. The change is that earlier I used to feel responsible for my failures now I just blame it to my destiny written or decided by the unknown force. Like any other event losing also has its benefits. I have lost so many important battles in my life that losing on professional or career front doesn’t worry me anymore because I do feel this time’s defeat is nothing in comparison to its earlier counterparts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Anyway I should not take chance and should not directly challenge that unknown force. May be it really exists, as I already admitted the bounds of human intelligentsia are limited. I don’t know whether God exists or not, whether concepts of hell and heaven have any modicum of reality in their existence. But I can audaciously accept my vulgar truth that If I always use to win, or my intelligentsia were without limits, I would not believed in any such hypothesis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12141372-377210204072481616?l=how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/377210204072481616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12141372&amp;postID=377210204072481616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12141372/posts/default/377210204072481616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12141372/posts/default/377210204072481616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com/2008/07/religion-and-art-of-loosing.html' title='Religion and the Art of loosing'/><author><name>how does it matter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752249115381394941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12141372.post-4204430812942966116</id><published>2008-04-06T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T02:54:23.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflict of Social dogmas and logical thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was born and brought up in a small city called Jaspur in hinterland of uttarakhand, where thinking process of the society was always inhibited and dominated by the existing social dogma with people having no raw nerves to oppose established norms of the society. My parents, much disciplined and strictly spiritual, gave me daily doses of sermons about moral ethics and social values (example: Par dareshu matravat, par draveyeshu losthavat, it means you should think others’ wife as mother and others’ money or things like dust.). At that point of my life, I accepted their beliefs, ethos and moral ethics without any questioning or applying any modicum of the process called reasoning. As a result I was appreciated by that society who admired me as a forbearer of their ethics and beliefs. May be little bit because I was good in educational career and like any other society my people also don’t expect you to adhere to social ethos and dogmas if you are either rich or successful in your career. At this point I would like to clarify that I still don’t feel that their beliefs are absolutely worthless or obsolete. It’s just that I was not allowed to question their authenticity by using something called brain or related to logic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;But the real trouble started when I got selected for dual degree (B.tech and M.tech) in IIT Madras through prestigious JEE. There I got a chance to interact with people from different parts and societies of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I also came to know there that Hindus from south of my country enjoy luxury of marrying their first cousins (a sure sign decadent society from my society’s point of view). By interacting with some of the best brains of country, I also started using this part of my body called brain, which I used till now exclusively for only solving mathematical equations of science questions. Then I started questioning each and everything which I did, followed or people expected from me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Soon I had a lot of practices and beliefs, mere existence of those could be questioned. Why do some people believe in God? If man was capable of doing all the things, would there be concept of God? Doesn’t our incompetency in many spheres of life force us to imagine someone more capable, omnipotent called God? Why exogamy is bad? Why should I marry only in my caste? Why am I supposed to live a life of socially accepted man? Why can’t I live only for myself, placing my interest paramount? Does life have any purpose or I am just supposed to squander sixty or seventy whatever is endowed on me by Mother Nature? Why there is so much poverty and &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;inequality in our society?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I tried asking these questions with my relatives, friends and elders belonging to my society. In search of answers of my questions, I started reading inspiration literature including Shrimadbhagvad Gita. Some of my queries were solved. But reading Gita was like giving a powerful weapon to a child, who was incapable of handling it properly. It gave birth to bigger, bolder and stranger questions? Who am I? Am I a soul? Is rebirth a truth?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Again I started looking for counseling from everyone whom I considered worthy enough to satiate my hunger about truth, but unfortunately or fortunately nobody could provide me savory solutions. Although many of them suggested that I should stop such irrelevant things like thinking and reading Gita.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; But I learnt a lot by applying my brain; I came to know reasons behind many established practices. I could see good and bad for myself. I chose not to follow some preaching from my society because I could afford the loss occurred. And even if I loose something by not following established social norms, it is due to my choice. And it matters since it is my choice, a choice without being stunted by any barrier of established norms, faith, ethos and social dogmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12141372-4204430812942966116?l=how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/4204430812942966116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12141372&amp;postID=4204430812942966116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12141372/posts/default/4204430812942966116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12141372/posts/default/4204430812942966116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com/2008/04/conflict-of-social-dogmas-and-logical.html' title='Conflict of Social dogmas and logical thinking'/><author><name>how does it matter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752249115381394941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12141372.post-5709497471411678702</id><published>2007-08-04T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T05:11:57.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ek tera hi sahara</title><content type='html'>Hazaron patjharhon ke rang ko badal sakta hoon&lt;br /&gt;Anekon kathinaiyon ke phanon ko kuchal sakta hoon&lt;br /&gt;Apna saath mere sang jata do mere maalik,&lt;br /&gt;mein saikdon tokhre khake bhi sambhal sakta hoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi sikha rahi hai nit mujhko kisi na kisi bahane se,&lt;br /&gt;kabhi thoda hanske pyar se, kabhi thoda roothke tane se,&lt;br /&gt;mere sar pe apne haath ka saaya jata do mere malik,&lt;br /&gt;mein angaaro pe bhi muskura ke chal sakta hoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thodi shakti do mujhe parishithiyon se ladne ke liye,&lt;br /&gt;thoda gyan do mujhe bhavasagar ke us paar tarne ke liye,&lt;br /&gt;apne charnon ki dhool mere naam kar do mere malik,&lt;br /&gt;mein kisi bhi namumkin ko sambhav kar sakta hoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12141372-5709497471411678702?l=how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/5709497471411678702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12141372&amp;postID=5709497471411678702' title='1 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zindagi ka ek  gujra hua  hasin  lamha ho.&lt;br /&gt;Naseeb me  likha tha  apne  to pyasa  rahna hi,&lt;br /&gt;Khuda ki galti se mere liye chhalka hua piyush ka ek katra  ho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12141372-6733677197958880613?l=how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/6733677197958880613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12141372&amp;postID=6733677197958880613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12141372/posts/default/6733677197958880613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12141372/posts/default/6733677197958880613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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ko jeevan ki saugaat de do.&lt;br /&gt;meri aankon ko nam karke kisi ko sukhon ki baraat de do.&lt;br /&gt;mere mehnat ki kuch pasine ke binduon ke badle kisi ke chehre ko muskurahat de do.&lt;br /&gt;mere chehre ki kuch bhav bhangimaon ke badle kisi ko bachpan ki chulbulahat de do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisi na kisi tarah se kisi ke kaam aane ki tamanna hai meri.&lt;br /&gt;Meri is manavta prem ko meri khushi ka naam de do.&lt;br /&gt;Apne liye to ji lete hain is nashwar  vishva me jaanwar bhi.&lt;br /&gt;Ai Ishwar meri insa ki zindagi ko koi nake maksad de do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12141372-116996170237191297?l=how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/116996170237191297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Zindagi</title><content type='html'>Jeevan ke raston ko tay karna nahin itna aasan hai.&lt;br /&gt;Muskurate hue chehron ke  peechhe ke  dard  ko  samajhna  mushkil bhara kaam  hai.&lt;br /&gt;Is safar  ka  har musafir  hairan hai, pareshan hai.&lt;br /&gt;Apne jeevan ke udagam aur vastvavik uddeshya se hi anjaan hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vah kyon hai, uske astitva ka kya kaaran hai.&lt;br /&gt;Kuch moodh rahi santutsh  hain, sochte hain ki maya hi unka taran hai.&lt;br /&gt;Uljhe hain jeevan ke chhal se sochkar ki yahi sachchi dharan hai.&lt;br /&gt;Kuch ujjaval mastiksha vyathit hain, unki vyatha nahin akaran hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mein kuch unsuljhe tathyon ke kaarno ko samjhne ka prayatna kar raha hoon.&lt;br /&gt;Unsuljhe prashno ke is jatil chakravhoyha se baahar nikalne ka jatna kar raha hoon.&lt;br /&gt;Mera yeh manthan is jeevan va jeevnoprant ki paheli ko samjhne ka prayas hai.&lt;br /&gt;Parantu in rahasyon ka is jeevan ke rahte suljhne ki atyant alpa aas hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kya mera jeevit hona pichhle janmon ka prayshchit hai.&lt;br /&gt;kya is jeevan ke karmo ko pichhle tathyon se jodna uchit hai.&lt;br /&gt;kuch aise hi jatil prashana mere mashtiska me prajjavalit hain.&lt;br /&gt;mera hridaya aur mashtiska aise prashno ke chintan se vyatith hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mithya va satya ke beech me antar na kar pane ke karan vichlit hoon.&lt;br /&gt;jeevan, sharir avam atma ke sambandhon ke chintan se chintit hoon.&lt;br /&gt;kabhi mein apne prashno ke bare me kabhi unke udagam ke bare me shankit hoon.&lt;br /&gt;apne jeevan ke bare me aprasnna aur chintit hote hue bhi jeevit hoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kya mere paas jeevan ki in samasyaon va vyatha ka koi uttar hai.&lt;br /&gt;ya kashton ke mool kaaran is jeevan ko nashta kar dena hi behtar hai.&lt;br /&gt;kya marnoparanta ka samay is jeevan ki avadhi se bhi badtar hai.&lt;br /&gt;shayad in prasno ke jamnadata va suljhane wale ko hi kahte ishwar hain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12141372-116996011296772154?l=how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/116996011296772154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12141372&amp;postID=116996011296772154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12141372/posts/default/116996011296772154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12141372/posts/default/116996011296772154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com/2007/01/zindagi.html' title='Zindagi'/><author><name>how does it matter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752249115381394941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12141372.post-112875885543451110</id><published>2005-10-08T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T01:07:35.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kyon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meri zindagi is kadar udaas kyon hai?&lt;br /&gt;Gamon ka saya mere saath kyon hai?&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe muskurane ke kaaran kyon nahin milte?&lt;br /&gt;Meri aakhon me khusi ke diye kyon nahin jalte?&lt;br /&gt;Meri hridaya me yeh nirvaat kyon hai?&lt;br /&gt;Yuun akele hone ka ahsaas kyon hai?&lt;br /&gt;Main chaah kar bhi muskura kyon nahin pata?&lt;br /&gt;Apne liye khusi ke do pal juta kyon nahin pata?&lt;br /&gt;Mujh par gamon ki meharbani kuch jyada hi kyon hai?&lt;br /&gt;ya phir khusion ko gum samahne ki nadani yeh kyon hai?&lt;br /&gt;Bina kisi apraadh ke bhi kuch galat karne ka aabhaas kyon hai?&lt;br /&gt;Kisi masoom ka kuch bigadne ka yeh azeeb ahsaas kyon hai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12141372-112875885543451110?l=how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/112875885543451110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12141372&amp;postID=112875885543451110' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12141372/posts/default/112875885543451110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12141372/posts/default/112875885543451110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com/2005/10/kyon.html' title='kyon?'/><author><name>how does it matter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752249115381394941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12141372.post-111976379395582604</id><published>2005-06-25T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T22:29:53.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>khusnasibi</title><content type='html'>mere liye nam hona tumhari aakhon ka&lt;br /&gt;mujhe kuch khushi si deta hai&lt;br /&gt;tumhare chehre  ka yun chamakna mujhe dekh kar&lt;br /&gt;es bebas ko zindagi si deta hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es had tak chah kar bhi na pa pana tumhen&lt;br /&gt;es mazboor ko bebasi si deta hai&lt;br /&gt;tumhara yeh visvaas mere liye&lt;br /&gt;mujhe tumhare liye kuch bandagi si deta hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e kaash ki tum mere hote , yeh khayal tak&lt;br /&gt;mujhko ajeeb si bechargi si deta hai&lt;br /&gt;Baabzood es sabke tumhare khayalon me aana mere&lt;br /&gt;es naachij ko khusnasibi si deta hai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12141372-111976379395582604?l=how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/111976379395582604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12141372&amp;postID=111976379395582604' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12141372/posts/default/111976379395582604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12141372/posts/default/111976379395582604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://how-does-it-matter.blogspot.com/2005/06/khusnasibi.html' title='khusnasibi'/><author><name>how does it matter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752249115381394941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12141372.post-111444197658053547</id><published>2005-04-25T07:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T08:12:56.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meri muskurahat</title><content type='html'>mushkarana padta hai mujhe,&lt;br /&gt;                                                   apne gum chhopane ke liye;&lt;br /&gt;sochta hoon ki jinda hoon bus,&lt;br /&gt;                                                   zindagi ka karz chukane ke liye;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;har muskurahat me meri ,&lt;br /&gt;                                                   dard ki aahat hai;&lt;br /&gt;tadapta rahta hoon mein,&lt;br /&gt;                                                   log samjhe ki muskurahat hai;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apne gum to apne hain lekin ,&lt;br /&gt;                                                   gairon ka gum bhi uthane padta hai;&lt;br /&gt;phir usi gum ko chhopane ke khatir,&lt;br /&gt;                                                    mujhe muskurana padta hai;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dard ne itna sataya mujhe,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  ab to har koi begana lagta hai;&lt;br /&gt;zindagi to mujhko bus ,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  aansuon ka aashiyana lagta hai;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sukh to koson dur hai humse,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  dukhon se rishta hamara hai;&lt;br /&gt;khushi ne to saath na diya hamara,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  bus aasuon ka hi sahara hai;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zindagi ka bojh kitna pada hai,&lt;br /&gt;                                                 shabdon ki kami hai batane ke liye;&lt;br /&gt;yeh hansta hua chehra mera,&lt;br /&gt;                                                 yeh to hai bus dikhane ke liye;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thak gaya hoon muskurate muskurate,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  doosron ko khushi jatane ke liye;&lt;br /&gt;aasuon ki sakht jaroorat hai mujhe,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  apna dil bahlane ke liye;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muskurana padta hai mujhe,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  apne gum chhopane ke liye;&lt;br /&gt;sochta hoon zinda hoon bus ,&lt;br /&gt;                                                 zindagi ka karz chukane ke liye;&lt;div 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