A night under the Moon

            Standing in the balcony, looking towards moon-light and getting more deeper into love with the golden reflection coming from it tonight. It is the beauty of this moon which comes only few days in month. But once we look into it, we do not want to close our eyes. No matter which season it is or what all events happening in this world, it always shine in sky with the same calmness and spreads light to get rid of the darkness after the sunset. I still wonder, how can something exist in this universe which is so calm, peaceful and beautiful like this. It does not want anything in return, but giving us so many lessons to be learned from it by spreading its beauty all over the world with the same dignity since centuries.

When I look back in my childhood, then still remember those nights at which I used to sleep on the roof (especially in summer and rainy seasons) in my village and used to look silently towards moon for hours with my constant eyes. We can not stop looking towards the chase-game between the moon and the clouds of rainy season. Sometimes it is getting into clouds with a higher speed as if it is going to collide with those clouds which are coming towards it, and then coming  back in the silent sky from the same clouds as if it has won a war. It was giving much more pleasure those days by playing games with the clouds than the unreal games which we play on our computers now a days.

I am standing in the balcony of my flat, with a laptop leaning on the wall and still looking towards moon. There are many other things which are currently going through my mind. Some of these are with great memories of my life and it is making me smile, some of these are regarding worries of this life which are related to responsibilities and liabilities. But at this moment, none of these thoughts can be greater than the feeling which I am getting from this beautiful angel named as Moon. 

In last two days, I have traveled a lot to see and learn about this state 'Punjab'. I have decided to get rid of my emptiness by exploring all the historical and tourist places which are  nearby. Yesterday, I went to Patiala to see some forts and old palaces of its Kingdom. I traveled in a bus so that I can see the things which are on the way of Chandigarh to Patiala. After a journey of almost 2 hours, I got down from the bus into a new city where I wanted to come since a long time, as there are some people or things which I have known for last 6 to 7 years, but never got a chance to meet them. 

In Patiala, there are many places which attract the tourists. I roam around the various streets and roads of this city and saw some amazing things. First of all, I went to see the Old palace 'Quila Mubarak'. This old palace has now be taken under the government of India. There is a museum inside of it which is full of things related to its kingdom. There are some areas of this fort which are closed for visitors, hence i couldn't see much things apart from museum, guns and it's huge walls.

Then I went near another palace named as 'Sheesh Mahal'. There is a palace inside a large compound of it. There is also a very large pond but has no water inside. This palace has also same stories as above and have nothing much to say about it.

After visiting above two forts, I went into a famous temple of Goddess Kaali. This temple is known as Kali Mata Mandir of Patiala. People say, if you wish something from true heart, then the goddess fulfill it. I am also a human being and have also some wishes. I don't know whether my heart is true or not, but I too wished something here. After visiting this temple I entered into a mall which is in front of it and then after some time, I returned to the city where I stay.

Today I explored some of the places of Mohali and Chandigarh. I went into the Gurudwara and temple of Mohali and then enjoyed shopping in busy markets of Chandigarh.

After all, I am home and still in the balcony, looking towards moon, listening songs,  clicking pictures of moon with my Blackberry and writing all these things.

                                                                                               By: Sachidanand, Chandigarh.

        

Rain at a dark night

               After returning from the office, I found a little emptiness around me(in the flat too) as everybody else had gone to meet their dearest-one for a 3 days holiday. It gets difficult sometimes to be alone and you have nobody to talk. The darkness of night gives different kind of feelings. Sometimes it makes me cry by thinking about the people to whom I loved most have left me completely alone,  sometimes I get afraid of unknown reason, sometimes I feel as if someone is standing behind, hence I close the door and get into the bed. Its dark night and one can hear nothing except the noise of dogs barking outside. I don't know what to write. I just know, writing will help quenching my unknown thirst. But I have became addicted of this loneliness, as on every weekend have to face same situation after all of my flatmates are gone to their home. We don't know who we are, or for what reason we have born. We feel so bored in our own place. So we can not just sit alone. This emptiness doesn't allow us to spend time with ourselves quietly. Our heart always need someone else.

I started thinking about those days with which I have gone through in last few months or years. I thought of people who encouraged me to achieve my dreams. And hence they became the best part of my life. They helped in every minutes of my life after I lost my parents.  I got their shoulder whenever I needed to cry on, to lean on as they came into my life in the form of friends and family.  I also thought of the people who used to show as I am a part of their family, just for their own benefits. They have used me as long as they needed me for their own selfish acts, and now they have stopped opening their doors after I ring the doorbell, as if I no longer exist. It hurts a lot. But I have learned from them, "If it doesn't open, It's not your door." At some point of times, you just cant forget about the best part of any relationships which made us smile at least for few moments.

I also thought of the girl (from my office), to whom I have started to like after knowing some best parts of her. I think, she is the one about whom I was  always dreaming. I have dreamed of a woman who writes about what-ever she feels. Who uses her fingers to turn into stories, novels, poems, books and many things apart from it. And there she is. She writes!! She writes about her feelings in the blogs, in her personal diary. Oh my angel. Where have you been for this much longer period of time. I was always waiting for you and will wait until the last breath of my life.  

    Today, after a long while I am converting my feelings into words when going with the same situation after I returned from my work-place. Sometimes when we are lonely and we have none to talk to, we feel like talking to ourselves. So to get rid of this emptiness, I went near the balcony so that I can get in touch with fresh air coming from the mountain side, and to change my feelings about evening which always bites more painfully than a scorpion. May be, we have friends in outside world and even have someone special who lives there too. But, they are not here when I need them most. Everybody is busy with their own work or people. We know all the people around us and we know their good qualities as-well-as the bad things, but the fact is we are very unknown to ourselves.

But, I am totally surprised, as in the middle of this summer, it was raining outside! Ohh my god!! It was only few drops of rain initially which made my heart-beats romantic. I felt happiness from inside after looking at them. I started singing some old rainy songs which I used to listen in my childhood. I felt as this killer evening is turning into a beautiful night. Hence, I started to think that why don't I write something about this beautiful night which is coming slowly. It will hug me in the beautiful darkness of it and let me get into dreams just after few hours.

It always gives pleasure when we think about present. Hence, I am thinking of the great man who said, "Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is Mystery, Today is a GIFT.That's why they call it Present !"

                                                              By: Sachidanand, Chandigarh.

     

Dhruv Stambh, not Qutub Minar (The Secrets of Qutub Minar Complex)

           Delhi, it has always been one of my favorite places to visit. I love to see this city after a certain interval of time. It attracts me towards itself due to various reasons. It (the reason) may be the people with open heart, the food, the stories, the Universities or blah blah, but it seems so much interesting than my last visit every-time. The city is full of tourist places such as monuments, palaces, forts and the attractive markets. 

This time, I decided to visit the world heritage site of Delhi, named as Qutub Minar. I have read a lot of stories about this Minar (Pillar) and all of them have different contents about it. So, I decided why don't I go and verify some truth about this place. In our History text books(pre-matriculation), it was mentioned that, It was bulit by one of the Mughal Emperor Qutub-din-Aibak. But while I read some more materials and documents about it, then they show that the whole complex was actually a Very large and beautiful temple made by Great Hindu Emperor Vikrmaditya. Later, Muslim rulers destroyed everything and constructed this site according to their own choice by using materials of various Hindu and Jain temples.The real name of this Pillar was 'Dhruva Stambh' which was a victory symbol of Maharaj Vikramaditya. These different stories have always confused me. So I decided to reach here to explore the exact truth.

I arrived here with one of my friends and started clicking pictures of the things which all were there in the complex of this Dhruva Stambh (Qutub Minar). After roaming around various monuments of this complex, I got shocked! There were some pillars and constructions which clearly indicate that they were actually parts of some temples. So here I am exploring more into words as below.

             

VIJAY STAMBHA ~ OF EMPEROR VIKRAMADITYA ~~ TRUTH OF FALSE QUTUB MINAR 

             The complex is supposed to be built by the Greatest of Hindu emperor Vikramaditya of Ujjaini, brother of Bharathiri the Kind and Philosopher and originator of Bharathari neeti shataka . The tower is known to have been errected to celebrate the victory of the Great Emperor Vikramaditya , over the lands now called as Arab lands . They have known to celebrate the coming of the vedic way of life . 

           Vedic culture was very much alive just before the birth of Muhammad. Again let's refer to the Sair-Ul-Okul. The following poem was written by Jirrham Bintoi who lived 165 years before the prophet Muhammed. It is in praise of India's great King Vikramaditya who had lived 500 years before Bintoi. 

            We can see that Vedic religion and culture were present in Pre-Islamic Arabia as early as 1850 B.C., and definitely present at the time of Mohammed's birth. 

The Iron Pillar served an important astronomical function, when it was originally at Vishnupadagiri. The early morning shadow of the Iron Pillar fell in the direction of the foot of Anantasayain Vishnu (in one of the panels at Udayagiri) only in the time around summer solstice (June 21).Dhillika is the old name of India's capital, New Delhi. The name Delhi is derived from the word 'Dhillika'.The Iron Pillar ,a symbol of Truth and Nemesis-God Shani of Hindu Religion was brought by Anang Pal of Tomar dynasty to Delhi to establish rule of Clean,truthful and honest governance,from Mathura a land of Krishna devotion.The idea behind it was to establish an orientation to the great epic Mahabharata which is connected to the history of Delhi as well as the significance of Gita,and Yudhishtra's ascent to heaven in bodily form; from Swargya Rohini..The Hindu rulers built temples and used psychological epigraphs and monuments to instill religion in the local The Iron pillar bears an inscription in Sanskrit which states that it was erected as a standard in honour of the Hindu god, Vishnu. It also praises the valor and qualities of a king referred to simply as Chandra, who has been identified with the Gupta King Chandragupta II Vikramaditya (375-413).

I am putting here a video which I uploaded after visiting this place.

              There are some references which were also from the Satvikka Purana [Smirti Texts of Hinduism]called Garuda Purana which is recited as a cremation ritual.The Garuda atop the pillar ,which was removed by muslims,bore testimony to what was inscribed and its relevance to the installation of the pillar.The pillar was used to signify the death principle of Hindus,the need for attaining Mokhsha and the path of Dharma. The iron pillar was the Garud Dhwaj alias Garud Stambh, i.e, the sentinel post of the Vishnu temple. The Sanskrit inscription in Brahmi script on the non-rusting iron pillar proclaimed the lofty standards of Vishnu on Vishnupad Giri. Here in the said precincts ,the description indicates that a statue of the rec- lining Vishnu ;initiating the creation was consecrated in the central shrine there which was ravaged by Mohammad Ghori and his henchman Qutubuddin.

            Truth revealed from sky . People usually see this tower from ground. Prof Bhatnagar hired a helicopter and took a photo from the sky. That is when he realised that is a blooming lotus flower.

             I am attaching some Pictures as proof in which shows clear demonstration of Temples.

In the following pictures, you can see how the statues of god and goddesses have been snatched, destroyed or even thrown-out of it.

           Here is a large complex which resembles with the complexes of all other Hindu Temples. Muslims never worships in such ind of open complexes.

            Now, there are few scripts which exist in this complex tells the real story. It has finally cleared all my confusions of all the times. Truth always gets revealed itself in the end. 

            There is an Iron pillar standing just in front of the this Dhruva Stambh. It was supposed to be related to Lord Vishnu. There are some scripts printed on this pillar too which reveals the real story of this whole complex and destruction of Hindu Temples by Muslims in the Past. 

             

                                                    By: Sachidanand, New Delhi