Silence provokes..!!!

PC

Sun was going to set down, far, very far, beyond the horizon. He was on the top of the hill, on a large rock and below his feet, just one step further, a vertical slope, almost 90 degree, so that the base of hill can be seen, so that from there he can see very far,  his power plant, his township, villages, cluster of trees, green fields. 

He sees chimney ejecting the smoke and witness of changing them in to black clouds, taking strange but familiar shapes for some moment, which were similar to rainy ones, but they were having no water, in their heart, they were having the ashes of coal, blackness, dryness, CO2 in scientific language. Human being has changed everything, even clouds and they are artificial and no one can guess, what they have inside, just like himself, no one knows, who has inside what.

And they disperse again and change in to some another shapes, like human being, taking different role in different time, different place, to gain as much as profit he can gain. Nothing is permanent, nothing is immortal. Today or tomorrow, everything is going to change. Change is law of nature, law of life, law of universe. Time changes everything,  then why he can’t change, he has to change, after all he is also part of this changing world. Perhaps he doesn’t want to change himself.

He can still see the sun, going to disappear and the beauty of the moment, the chirping of the birds, going in hurry back to their nest, to meet their younger ones, he should also go back to meet her, his dearest ones. He sees the silence the relaxation in every living thing in the area, trees, grass, getting relief from the burning sun and the orange colored son is falling on them, cool air flowing there, on stones, on the grass of the hill, making everything beautiful and still he is standing on the dangerous vertical rock, on the top of the hill, one mistake, and he would fall and…..but he likes the danger..he likes the fearful sensation of the height. 

He likes the fear and wants to experience all of them. Pleasure doesn’t make him satisfied or he has no pleasure left in his life, who knows.

PC

He looks down, amazed, no thoughts for this moment, there is no sun light there. For people, below the hill, sun has already set down, evening has come and soon darkness will spread all over, but why should he care, in his life, already darkness has prevailed everywhere. But there are some moments still to set down the sun and sun is going to disappear at the place, where sky and earth are kissing each other, but he knows, they never meet each other, like he and she will never meet again.

He picks up a stone, lying near his feet and with his full strength he throws up in the water of the small pond, flowing from hidden waterfall of the hill. He has drunk the water before in a cone of a big leaf, a very strange but sweet taste of the water and he was drinking it again and again.

Stone falls in the pond and he shouted in excitement, in pleasure.

“yes”.

He became succeed. Stone falls in the middle of the pond, creating ripples, in form of small circle, soon spreading in whole in big, in bigger circle, making leaves, weeds vibrating with the disturbance and soon they disappear after final collision against the bank of the pond and then everywhere silence again in the pond. His life was in silence, then waves of events, occupying his life and then shaking him up and down, and then he too has silence, dead silence, which makes him restless to do, which a normal human never does.

Is is going insane?
Or
The Silence provokes???!!
 

अब तुम्हें सिर्फ एक दोस्त मानू, मेरे से कभी होगा नहीं।

और उसने कहा हम अच्छे दोस्त रहेंगे,

और उसने कहा, हम कभी कभी बातें भी किया करेंगे

और उसने कहा, हम मैसेज भी भेज सकते है नार्मल फॉरवार्डिंग वाले।

और उसने कहा चलो इस रिश्ते को अब यहीं ख़त्म करते हैं।

 मैंने हँस कर, मुस्कुरा करा तेरी इस बात को मंजूर कर लिया,

मैंने बिना गिले-शिकवे के तेरी ख़ुशी के ख़ातिर तेरे बनाये हर बंन्दिश को मान लिया

पर अब जिस रास्ते पे बढ़ गया हूँ मैं , वापस वहां से लौटना मेरे बस का नहीं,

अब तुम्हें सिर्फ एक दोस्त मानू, मेरे  से कभी होगा नहीं।

तभी मैं जा रहा हूँ,  दूर,बहुत दूर,

अपने रस्ते अलग करने, अपनी मंजिल अलग करने ।

इतनी दूर जहाँ से मुझे तुम्हे,

सिर्फ दोस्त कहने की जरुरत ही  न पड़े। 

Hindi Poem: "Teri Yaad" written & recited by me...!

A very emotional poem written and recited by me. 

Hope you will like it.

 I hope some day, some how this will reach to her....!

अब भी तेरी यादें  मेरे दिल से जाती नहीं हैं ,

अब भी तेरी बातें मुझे दिलों-जां से याद आती हीं क्यों  हैं,

अब भी तेरी आँखो की गहराइयों में डूब जाने को दिल करता है,

अब भी तेरा चेहरा मेरी नज़रों से ओझल होता ही नहीं है।

mystery still unsolved..!

I saw, I am sleeping on my bed, I feel free, I can go anywhere,  I am very light, even when my body is not moving, even it is in deep sleep, I began to relax. I began to analyse everything. 

I am happily surprised. I can analyze and see through past and present and can think much faster. I can control my thoughts much better. I moved out from my room. I saw the world. I saw people moving. 

I saw day and night passing and with them, one by one each day of life of mine, life of yours, life of every human being, life of every living creature, even life of non-living passing and one day each will fall, one day each will fade, one day time will close the present scene from its stage and will play a new drama, a new scene, with new characters and new story. 

We all are going to somewhere, may be in another world, may be in another dimension, may be in nowhere, but we all live, we all fight, we all crave for our limitless desires like we are here forever, and all our’s will be our’s for ever.

I am amused at the stupidity of human nature. Animals don’t give it a thought. Even a carnivore doesn’t kill all his prey greedily, he only does when he is hungry, even he doesn’t harm any one unnecessary, he only does when his territory is disturbed. 

Then where we so called intelligent creature Human being stand for? Why we all are running and collecting piles of material, which are also going to fade, as we are. 

For one second, I thought, am I dead? I didn’t feel horrified at this thought. It doesn’t seem to be so bad, if I am dead. But I am not. 

I am just seeing a dream, very unusual one. And somehow my mind, my soul is free to roam around.

I saw whole world is doing the same. Running, fighting, crying, craving, and then all ends and again a new world creates and then this process never ends, it is going on from very ancient time, still going on, and will be in future also.

Am I running away from my responsibilities?

I asked myself. No, I am not. People who are acquainted with me, know, I have done some good work, I have a decent job, I have a good salary, I am taking responsibility of mine, I am in process of collecting money, and all that, which it can buy. Overall I am not running behind the world, I am running in between them.

Then why, it seems, it is not, it was not, it can never be the ultimate goal of human being. Why it seems, we are not here for it? Why it seems, God has sent each one for some goals?

God, does it exists? 

I feel free. No fear, no guilty feeling to doubt the existence of god! I can question about him, about anything, and it’s my right to know the truth.

Tring Tring Tring…

I opened my eyes, three missed call from office! Lunch break is over..!

Boss calling!

And I came out of my room to go to office….!

Someday I will able to solve this mystery.

ज़ख़्म..!!!

चल, भूल उसे, जिसने भी,  दिए हों  तुझको  लाख ज़ख़्म,

मत ढूँढ उसे, जो लगाये, तेरे उन जख्मो पे मरहम।

तू  मिल उनसे, जो खुद हैं जख्मी,

जाकर लगा उनके जख्मों पर मरहम।

शायद तेरे जख्मों को भी , मिल जाए,

कहीं सुकून और आराम।

Vipaasna Medtiation- Away from world..... in search of - Part-I

Hi friends,

I would like to thank you for Voting this topic for the Indispire.

experience about A 7 days experiment to stay away from all modern gadgets and apps like mobile, laptop-computers, internet, social networking, E-games and how you spent that time? with family? traveled? meditated, anything you experienced. #7dayexperiment

from 2nd September to 12th September 2014, I attended Vipaasana meditation,a 10 days residential meditation program. it was the best and hardest ten days of my life.

 Vipassana originates in India from the teachings of the Buddha more than 2,500 years ago. Over the years it has been diluted and modified in other parts of the world, but has  been practiced in its pure form in Myanmar. The Myanmar version as taught bySri  S.N. Goenka,  has spread globally in recent years thanks to the positive results reported from the practice and its easy accessibility. It’s open to people of all races and religions and provided on a donation basis. it requires some tough rule and regulations and being away from all modern gadget, books, even speaking is not allowed is one of them.

So I put this idea for Indispire and it got selected. Now I have to write  all about it.

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What I still want from my life, I don’t know. An aversion towards everything, an apathy towards everything has become part of my character. Something has changed inside me, and it didn’t happened in some days, it took time and I let it do this, and here I am complete disaster.

“Come On! You are not only one failed, failed in love,failed in life, everybody fails, everybody struggles, everybody has boring life, hectic and boring job, family issues, you are not the only one, life itself is so much unpredictable, and you have to be satisfied with what you have got”, my mind was continuously trying to teach me simple this lesson.

But somehow I know, this doesn’t work for me. This never works for me, and it will never. Yes! I am proud of, what I have become, and I don’t regret.

I am adamant, mad, and don’t know what else I have become. I am loosing interest towards everything.  It’s just a vacuum is created around me, and I am drowning in it.

Life has never been easy for everyone, we have to take pain and change things as per our needs, but it all happens, if we have the will power to change it, if we want to change it, and that will power, that passion to change it. I have lost that one, and now I am going where, I don’t know.

What I wanted?

I never wanted to be famous, I never wanted to be accepted loved  by all.

I wanted only her to love me, to accept me. I only wanted her to be happy and I did it, and she did it too, but things changed, not according to me, and I don’t know about her liking, if she wanted this turns out of event or not, but now we are far far apart, and I don’t know, if ever I will meet her again, if ever I will talk to her again.

I just want to go away from every body, I just wish to live alone, from all crowd, from people. do i hate people, but then why I like to be alone?, why intermingling with people doesn’t suit me? 
It seems, I am used to live in distress, I am used to live in past, I am used to live in regret.

Happiness has left me long ago, then apathy, then sorrow, then anger took place inside my heart and now my heart is filled with only aversion now.

I don’t know, if I like being what I have become or not. But this is, the bitter truth, the cruel reality, and I can’t help it.

I have tried to get over it, I have tried to full fill the void by doing sketching, more and more and once my room was filled with her sketches, then paining, more n more, but it didn’t help me at all, then I left and started drinking, more n more, it was like, I was taking revenge, from who, from her, by destroying myself, it seemed so right to me and I can’t help it. 

Here I am, a negative, fed up spoilt brat, having social, mental, physical and whatever issues I still don’t know.

I daily take a bow, to change myself, but day spends, and I start the same, drinking, heavy drinking, but it doesn’t help me to erase my memories, it just put them away from me for a while. And when I come back to my senses, everything returns the same. My life has become horrible, I have become terrible, something is not right, and no one can change it.

It is as usual Sunday, and whole day I am in my room, I didn’t go to mess to have breakfast, to have lunch and it seems, I am going to miss the dinner too. i am sick of myself, I am sick of my behavior.

Who I am punishing and why I don’t know. I need a break, I need a break from all this, I need a break from all this happening, and I broke the RC Bottle on the floor. But where I will go, they will haunt me, I wanted peace of my mind. 

I cried, I grunted, I shouted.

Oh! God, what I have become?

I opened my laptop and opened my FB account which I have deactivated from very a long time, and suppress the urge to see her fb profile and her status.

The simple solution is unfriend her, but some how  I don’t have the courage to do it, and she also didn’t unfriend me.

I saw updates of people, moving to new places, changing their Job, visiting new place, being committed, marrying, buying cars, mobile and all silly things they can post.

And what I have to post, nothing, a sudden blank, I don’t have anything new to announce the world about it, the way people do it.

Only hate, anger and all bad thoughts in my mind, and I know, I can’t post them. people will find me  insane, my family member, who I have to add reluctantly, even I don’t want to add them, will be worried about me, and it is the last thing I wanted to do, to make my family worried about me.

Still I am not that bad, still I give a thought about my family, I smiled.

I wanted to do something hard, I have done earlier, I have gone to hill station in very bad weather, I don’t know, what was that time in my mind, whether, I wanted to die or something, I don’t know, and I survived that one, and came back.

I have done drinking, and now wanted something different to do, to get my thoughts away from me, some wild passion, some difficult task, to keep me occupied.

Religion, spirituality, I gave a thought to try them, and I did it, I read books, but I don’t feel them, I find them quite boring, I find them too preachy. I am a bad guy and I can’t help it any more.

In some way I find Lord Budhha fascinating, not because he achieved real knowledge, NIRVANA, but because he at some time in his life, also left everything, he was at some time also confused, he at some time was also sorrowful, it’s like running away from the world, in search of something, but what, no one knows, and I like to read about him more n more. I searched on Google and something came up.

It was a site called  http://www.dhamma.org and it was all about a course Vipaasana meditation.

I reluctantly read it whole. The more I read, the more I wanted to do it. No because, I have developed some interest towards spirituality, but because it seems me tough, it seems me difficult, it seems me painful, and I like inflict, I like conflict, I like pain to the core of my heart and I am used to it now. 

And I read the site:

It says:

What Vipassana is not:

• It is not a rite or ritual based on blind faith.
• It is neither an intellectual nor a philosophical entertainment.
• It is not a rest cure, a holiday, or an opportunity for socializing.
• It is not an escape from the trials and tribulations of everyday life.

What Vipassana is:

• It is a technique that will eradicate suffering.
• It is a method of mental purification which allows one to face life's tensions and problems in a calm, balanced way.
• It is an art of living that one can use to make positive contributions to society.

Yes, I don’t believe in ritual or blind faith, somehow I wanted to get away from everything activities of life. I wanted to do something different.

It is something which I needed the most, but I don’t have faith literally, that something in ten days can change me back, but I decided to give it a try.

 I read further.

The Code of Discipline

The foundation of the practice is sīla — moral conduct. Sīla provides a basis for the development of samādhi — concentration of mind; and purification of the mind is achieved through paññā — the wisdom of insight.

The Precepts

All who attend a Vipassana course must conscientiously undertake the following five precepts for the duration of the course:

1. to abstain from killing any being;
2. to abstain from stealing;
3. to abstain from all sexual activity;
4. to abstain from telling lies;
5. to abstain from all intoxicants.

There are three additional precepts which old students (that is, those who have completed a course with S.N. Goenka or one of his assistant teachers) are expected to follow during the course:

6. to abstain from eating after midday;
7. to abstain from sensual entertainment and bodily decorations;
8. to abstain from using high or luxurious beds.

Old students will observe the sixth precept by having tea without milk or fruit juice at the 5 p.m. break, whereas new student may have tea with milk and some fruit. The teacher may excuse an old student from observing this precept for health reasons. The seventh and eighth precept will be observed by all.


The five precepts seems little bit difficult in reading, I don’t know how difficult it is to follow them. Let it give a try, I know I have failed at lot of things, what if, I don’t do them good, I thought and one still intrigues me, not telling lie, how people practice it, I wondered, in this world, telling truth always, is it possible?

 I scrolled down the webpage:

To be continued……!

Rest of the posts are in the links below:

Vipaasna meditation- part-II 

Vipaasna meditation- part-III 

Vipaasna meditation- part-IV 

  

चाह....!!

प्यार के समन्दर  चाह नहीं थी मुझे,

प्यार का एक बूँद तो बरसा दिया होता। 

जीवन भर का साथ  सकी, ना ही सही,

दो  पल सच्चे दिल से चाह तो लिया होता। 

सज़ा

 दिए तेरे सारे जख़्म, मुस्कुरा कर सहते आयें हैं ,

ख़ुशी चाहते थे, पर ग़मों का जाम होठों से लगा पीते आएं हैं। 

तुममे  और मुझमे फर्क सिर्फ इतना सा है,

तुम्हे खुशियाँ बाँटना नहीं आया,

और हमें तुम्हे भूलना नहीं आया।

बस यही थी मेरी एक छोटी- सी खता,

अब उसी की मिल रही , शायद  मुझे इतनी बड़ी सज़ा। 

Prologue Part-II

U can read previous post of the prologue is in this link:
http://imlostsoul.blogspot.in/2012/08/prologue_24.html
 

 

Am i responsible for all of this?

am i?

i don’t know. only thing i know is i am feeling weakness, and slow pain on my left hand, which increases suddenly and sends a sharp shot of pain to mind and then automatically slows down. it’s like some one is banging on my head continuously and i am hardly making myself awake.

then a nurse come with another packet of blood in his hand and she changes nearly empty packet with new one.

have i done wrong?

i don’t know.

doctor asks me again.

how u feeling right now Vijay?

i am silent. i am staring his face, trying to configure,when and where we have met each other earlier.

i didn’t answer his question.

yes, i have met him once, in the OPD, with her, when she was ill, her stomach was upset and doctor has prescribed some medicine.

      
She came in my thoughts and everything got re winded just in a fraction of second. just in a fraction of second, and all i can remember, each and everything associated with her.

i got answers of all my burning questions and the night, two days before flashes in front of me, just like slides of  photos.

     
I understand, why my parents has come here in so hurry and why they are so worried about me. why my mother is crying so much. why my father is angry. why he has pity on me. why his face shows so much concern.

     I am responsible for all this. yes, i am responsible for their grief and sorrow. they don’t deserve a son like me. they deserve a son, who would make them proud, who would excel in his  life and here, they have a unsuccessful, defeated, and coward person as their son.

     
I am defeated from my life. 
i am unsuccessful in my duties. 
i am coward, who wanted to kill his life.

i see their faces and for one second, i repented, they don’t deserve to suffer for me, they shouldn’t had to come for me.

     
who called them and why?

     
it’s my life and i am alone responsible for all the disaster,which i am creating in my life.

Their face, sunk in grief, and i repent, i shouldn’t destroy my life, as their life is also connected with mine, i am not alone and free to do, what i want to.

this feeling evaporates so soon and i am stuck in my memories, my past and my present.

Door bell rings and my father goes out and he comes and asks me, your friends want to meet you. 
and i deny, i shout,“no i don’t want to meet anyone. i  want to be alone”.

He is stunned. he is not able to tell a single word.

perhaps, people on the other side of door hear me and then no one came. i takes a breath of relief.

     
doctor request my parents to go outside. he sits on the table,where my mother was sitting just minutes before. he stares me continuously. may be he is going to give a long lecture. he clears his throats. i am also staring him back. i should be ashamed, but i am shameless. i should be feared,but i am fearless.

he asks me: 
are you the same vijay, i met first time? 
i want to tell him, that the vijay,he knew, has died long time ago and i am not him, i am changed,she is changed,and so is my world.

i keep quiet.

what he want to hear as my reply. i remain silent.

he gets irritated and trying to retain his composure.

“do you know, how much destruction you have done to your body, your mind and your soul?” 
i nodded yes.

why you tried to kill yourself?

i am confused. 
i have guessed, he is going to give a lecture, but he is putting questions and questions and question, who i cant answer, or i don’t have their reply.

he tells again, you have damaged your liver so much, you have damaged your stomach so much, you have damaged your lungs so much. you have just saved from a major blood loss. you are just saved.

i want to shout at him, why you saved me, have i asked you to do. but i am staring him.

he picks up report of various tests and shows them to me, what i supposed to do with them, dispose them in trash, or burn them to ashes,as your wish.

he reads LFT test, he reads blood test, he reads test, their name i even feel difficult to pronounce.

     
i smile, test, so difficult to pronounce and he sees me, he becomes silent, he has seen me smiling. his face shows irritation and anger.

      
what i supposed to do. i am confused.

he put them on the table, almost occupied with medicines, saline bottle, syrenze, and blood pressure machine.

he tells, have u any idea, how much bad your parents feeling, due to your  this foolishness.

running away from life, such a cowardly decision, shame on you....it hurts to see a younger person like you, taking such steps.

      
i feels, he is right. but  do he know, she hurted  more than i have done with myself.

     
 i hope u will not attempt it again.

     
 i am speechless, staring blankly to the wall.

     
 he goes out of my room. and i am alone.

     
 i am laughing on myself,i am laughing on my foolishness, i am laughing on the situation.

i am laughing on how many reason, i don’t know even.

then i feel sad. i feel so sad.

i want to go away, i want to run away from the bed, from the room, from the hospital. i am feeling fear. i am tensed. i want to go to some other place,where i don’t know. just let me go away from here, from medicine, from blood, from doctor, from my parents, from every thing. to some where, i would be unknown to every one.

      
but before going away from here, i want to know, does she know, where i am?

     
 but before going away from here, i want to know, does she know, how i am?

     
 but before going way from here, i want to know, have she changed her mind?

     
 but before going away from here, i want to see her once.

     
 i call my parents and they come fast, they are worried.

 i ask my father, if she came to see me?

 he asks, who?

 i say, she,jyothi.

 he says, only boys came to see you, no girl was there.

 i feel dumb headed.

 she didn’t come to see me, even i was about to die.

 would she come, if i would have died.

 no,she wouldn’t.

 she wud be.

 no, she wudn’t.
why she should come?

to see me, how i am doing?

i knew, she will never come again.

she will never come again. 
 but................!!!!!



Note: There is a long story to tell...it would take minimum of 200 blog post to complete the whole story,a love story of Vijay and Jyothi...not all love stories end in the happiness and bliss...some may turn into disaster..like some one  may end up like the Vijay of this story....is the hopelessness, despair, and failure is the ultimate end??...does life  stops progressing? or it will find a way to move ahead...! will Vijay move on and get finally peace of his mind ??? many more chapter to come....!
thanx for reading..! and waiting for your valuable comments...!



Note:previous part of the prologue is in this link:
http://imlostsoul.blogspot.in/2012/08/prologue_24.html

Disclaimer:This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Prologue part-I

Note: Next part of the prologue is in this link: http://imlostsoul.blogspot.in/2012/09/prologue-continues.html

I woke up and open my eyes and see, my father is standing in front of my bed, looking very worried and tensed. 
The first question strikes my mind, is why he is here suddenly. I feel, my hand wet, wet with warm water and a warm touch of a soft, caring  hand. Again drop of warm water falls on my hand and i look on my right side, and i see, they are not water, they are tears flooding from eyes of  my mother,tears flowing from her eyes, making a trail from eyes to chin and then falling from her chin to my hand.

she is sitting there on the chair,her left hand on her cheeks, and right hand holding mine. she is  crying silently, and staring on the wall continuously. she still doesn’t know, i am awake. 
I feel very awkward. 
why she has come so far! 
i didn’t call them.
Then why?
she is looking like, she didn’t sleep from many days, there are thick lines of dry tears on her face and she is staring blankly, thinking wot, i don’t know.

I pull my right hand and our eyes meet and she breaks down once again, holding my hand tighter and tighter, sobbing, crying, weeping, load, loud, louder. river of tears are breaking their boundary. And i am feeling very uneasy at her behavior. and i am feeling very annoyed at her cry, and i am feeling dumb headed at such situation.

wot i did?

my father comes near her, hug her, console her, but the more he try, the more she weeps. I see in my father’s eyes. i see there, and i can see the mixture of various emotions: anger, pity, concern, questions and a invisible layer of water. his eyes are wet  and he is holding him, not to cry. i saw him first time, struggling so much, he has been always strong and tough like a wall, in any condition, in any situation. i hate, looking him in such condition.

     
I looked away from them, to my left side, and i see, my left hand covered with  bandage,red colored bandage, like blood and near my wrist, on vein, a needle pierced and a pipe and a red packet, and slowly slowly red liquid is coming into  my vein for the red pocket. i hope, it is not blood, but it is. it is blood and i am being given blood. why i need it? i try to remember,  i didn’t make a accident, then i see my bandage on left hand. i try to move my hand, but it doesn’t move, like it is paralyzed.

And i try to remember, wot happened, but my head is going blank, i don’t know, from when i am sleeping here in the room.

Room!

Oh!, it’s not my room, my room is not so clean and it’s smell is far different and strange than mine.I got it, where i am lying. i am lying on the  bed of hospital room, which is white, which is clean, which is having strange smell of medicine and an annoying silence, which is being disturbed by cry of my mother.

     
Door on the front opens and i see a familiar face, i have seen him earlier, when, i try to remember. he is in white apron, in white dress and a stethoscope hanging around his neck.

he smiles and asks me how i am.
i am silent. 
i don’t know, how i am.

he puts stethoscope on my chest and ask me to breathe deeply.

and i do the same.

he  hears my heartbeat.

then he takes blood pressure gazing machine from the table, and straps it’s tape around my right arm, pumps it and measures my blood pressure.

     
he console my parents not to worry. he tells,“ his blood pressure is low. at least, he is back in his senses after two days, he is out of danger”.

       
ohhh! i have slept here for two days, and my parents are suffering from such along time. they should not had to come here. they should not have to take so much pain for me. they should not have to take so much care for me.


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Note: There is a long story to tell...it would take minimum of 200 blog post to complete the whole story,a love story of Vijay and Jyothi...not all love stories end in the happiness and bliss...some may turn into disaster...some one  may end up like the Vijay of this story....is the hopelessness, despair, and failure is the ultimate end??...does life  stops progressing? or it will find a way to move ahead...! will Vijay move on and get finally peace of his mind ??? many more chapter to come....!

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Next part of the prologue is in this link: http://imlostsoul.blogspot.in/2012/09/prologue-continues.html

Disclaimer:This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.