True, people come and go for a reason, those come and make us somewhat what we are, and when they leave with a void to fill, with bittersweet experiences.
Well, I have been in the constant search for the reason, where people doesnt come neither go, but just exist on the parallel universe, and still leaving the same perplexed meaning to our existence.

       This is to the couple I have been watching in the library, of the university, since last 2 years, where they have been studying day and night...
   Its very much fulfilling, seeing this beautiful couple, where they exist on the support of each other, witgout looking out to the gardens of Eden.
 
The guy is straight forward and completly assimilated into her, looking at none but her, the space he builds for her is commendable and commands respect from the keen observer.

The girl is cute and simple, with a flare of beauty, can disarm any supermodel, and the way she involves herself around him, is not less then the first fresh breeze of the morning.

A pair of swan, the one which looks to no other but his/her own, makes them synonym of the most genuine word " LOVE".

He keeps his eyes low to all the butterflies around in the garden yet he smiles at her everytime seeing her, at ''Chai Vala's Point" , at "canteen" , at last row of "old library" and every other place where he could find her.
She keeps her eyes low to all the tigers of the jungle yet she matches the eyes of her swan, everytime she sees him, in the lawns near "new library" , at the "hygiene cafe" and on the roads leading to CMS.

Its the beauty, when she waits out of the Mosque for him to finish his prayers, just the sheer respect she yeilds.

To the guy I dont know, except that when we prayed side by side in the mosque sometime, to the girl I dont know, except to those moments when we sit around in the same row of the library.

To the couple, I dont know, except that we all study in same unversity and same library.

The plain beauty, the sheer love and and vibes, that are good enough to feel awesome, just by seeing them, The Ode dedicated to them.

I don’t buy the idea of being segregated on one identity.

       There are times when we as people of a region,religion,caste,creed,sex are categorised Into an homogeneous identity, which I don’t ever buy.
This phenomenon of segregation is all opposite to the whole idea of evolution, and when with our simple acts we undermine the millions of year of evolution into oblivion.
     
      My religion, and my region has always been a intriguing interest of those unconsciously want to segregate from rest of us.
            Muslim and Bihari...
These two titles have been my patch of identity throughout my life, and to the fact these piece of my identity were interchangeable whereever one is more worse or good(in some cases only).
    Why I don’t buy this segregation is that just by birth how I become a Bihari while I have spent my whole life in other parts of India, not that I don’t like my hometown or I don’t I feel like being a member of that society, but at the same time I carry many other regional traits and not just a Bihari but more than that.
 How can you take up my one piece of identity and neglect other originality of same person, segregation is not just taking out me from us but it is segregating me from myself.

   Why I don’t buy this segregation is just by having birth in a Muslim family I don’t become a Muslim without having the faith and my commitment to myself and the humanity, again I would make it clear that it’s not that I don’t like my religion and the identity which I got because of it but I follow this religion is because I have made a conscious decision to follow it with all my faith.

But I have been brought up in a society where Ramayan was taught at home along with other religious stories, studied in a school where we started the day with the word “ॐ”, .

Most of my friends are having different faith and I have learnt a lot from them about their faith and vice versa, and now I feel more Muslim at the same time equally Hindu or Sikh or Christian.

         Well, now those who segregate with my partial identity are total wrong thus I don’t buy any of their labelling.

I am a Bihari but not only a Bihari, more than that if you could see.

I am a Muslim but not only a Muslim, more than that if you could see.

   

       Thank you from an undecided and undivided identity. 

The Crow And The Sparrow

Once upon a time in a of jungle of India, a forest-fire broke out.

Every animal big or small went ahead in panic 

but tried to put some water in in their mouth and put it in the fire. 

Elephant used his trunk to splash  a huge amount of water. the Lions

tried their level best.

Each and every animal and bird did.except a crow.

The crow watching the whole chaos from a high branch of a safe

tree.he was just there for nothingexcept watching the plunder.

He was just sitting there when he saw a young Sparrow who was 

busy taking a little water in her beak and putting it in the fire.

For four to five times she did the same when crow stooped her and asked.

"why are you doing this"

"doing what" Asked the sparrow

"Putting water in the fire, what good will it bring?...my beak is so small that i couldn't hold enough water that's why i am not helping." Said the crow

"Yes , my beak is also smaller than you but...I Don't Want To Be Among Those Who Stood Watching But Among Those Who Helped Their Bit "Replied the Sparrow and flew back to bring water.
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Let me tell you a story of boy in the Christmas.

Once upon a time there was a boy in a distant land in somewhere northern hemisphere.

he desperately wanted a bicycle for Christmas gift. so he wrote a letter in advance to Santa a few week earlier to Christmas Eve stating.

"Dear Santa

I am a bad kid, but i promise to be good

if you give  me a new bicycle for this Christmas.

thank you"

And he waited for the time till Christmas Eve ,then on the Christmas day he checked all his place but did not find the bicycle.

He Wrote a letter to God now.

"Dear GOD

i promised Santa that i will be a good kid but

he did not give me a bicycle so I am not talking to you

because i know he is your delivery-man

Thank you"

when he was about to put the letter in the letter-box, realized a mistake.
that he already mentioned that he will be a good boy so he threw the letter and wrote a new.

Dear GOD

i promised Santa i will be a good kid but

you did not give me a bicycle so I am not talking to you. 

but i can talk to you if you give me before new year

Thank you"

Then he waited till new year and when he did not get his gift he wrote a letter and

now he promised himself that he Will be a bad boy until his wishes are not granted

and went on to the church and takes away a statue of Mother Marry.

His letter.

"Dear God

it has been a week but you did not granted my wish.
So I have Kidnapped your Mother, come with my cycle and take your mother back
Deal Or no deal, it's up to you God.

Waiting."

MERRY CHRISTMAS.
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