Americans Fly Hot air Balloons and Indian Kites

Americans Fly Hot air
Balloons and Indians Kites

With incessant smart hard work, patience and perseverance, anyone can become a good KITE MAKER, a better KITE RUNNER and the best KITE FLYER. One can touch the sky; it’s not so high

By Mukesh Sharma

 

The American are fond of flying hot air balloons, particularly, in Arizona State of US, on any day of still wind in the evening during winter, and in the morning during summer. And Indians love to fly kites whenever they feel like especially on the occasions like 15^th August, Independence Day of India where the sky is studded with tri-colors kites and kite flyers take on one another in self style and self-instituted one-to-one match. Kite flying up in air are snapped and the falling kites are looted - the most hilarious ‘hunt’ for the fallen kites among the youngsters.Man loves spoil sport.

 But what is noteworthy, flying hot balloons reflects American living style and social system. Each balloon rises up, and rises under its own steam. With their eyes set on rising air balloons, the crowd of onlookers cheers for the balloon flyer for reaching a good height. Here the contestants never ever think of bringing down the balloons of one another. It is maintained that in the vast expense of sky, there is room for each balloon. Each has the right to touch the dizzy height. One must be envious not jealous.

 

Americans Fly Hot air  Balloons and Indians Kites

It is observed that right from childhood, American kids are taught to respect the rights of others; they are made aware of their duties towards self and society. Irrespective of race, caste or creed, the spirit of fellow-feeling is inculcated. Kids are brought up with strict discipline; they are taught to take decisions and to be responsible; they are taught to assert their individuality. The dignity of labour and social discipline is the hallmark of American life. People exchange pleasantries even with the man of lowest rank and don’t mind doing even menial work of their home. No household servant culture. If a child makes mistake, it is made to realize it; it is made to feel that it must mend its ways and must swear never to repeat the mistake. Sorry and thanks are inevitable part of day-to-day life. Good work brings kudos. Rewards are earned. Undeserved gifts are never conferred on.

 Surprisingly enough, be it he or she, children over 18 leave their parents’ house; they do petty jobs to meet their own expenses; they live by themselves; they learn to live as an individual not as a son or daughter of a rich father or mother. Society is the best teacher and the world is the best school. The struggling men and women proudly say: “My father is rich man but I am not.” It shows their fighting spirit. They know they have to redeem themselves. Even the Donald Trump is said to have started his real estate business in his younger days by taking a ‘loan’ from his well off father. And loans are paid off.

 On other hand kite-flying by Indians reflects the Indian life style and social system. Unlike the hot air balloon that usually goes up in still wind and is wafted by the current of wind at high altitude, a kite flies against the blow of the wind. The flyer manoeuvers it; however high it goes, it remains ‘leashed’to the hand of flyer with a string. Further, once a kite is air borne, it always faces ‘mortal’ threats from other kites in the sky; it cannot float free for a longer time. There are always chances that it might get snapped by any other kite to usurp its position. Kill to survive is the rule of the game. Resigned to ‘fate’, snapped kite has a free fall. Down on the ground, finder keeper is the buzz-word. Loot is lawful.

 The rules of kite flying game hold true to Indian survival society also. Parents are over possessive and protective about their kids. Children grow up in a cloistered life. ‘I’ , ‘my father’ and ‘my family’ are oft-repeated words that feed the ego of a child. He or she grows up as an egoist. Further successful parents on a high social ladder always have unquenchable lust for money; more and more money is made and amassed not just for the children but for great great grandchildren - wealth for seven generations. Proud parents wish to leave a rich legacy for their children  - a secured family wealth and business which is guarded by elitist ego. Here it gives birth to NEPOTISM which is accepted in the Indian society as a birth right. Likes of Sushant Singh Rajput falls victim to deadly nepotism. And likes of Rahul Gandhi basks in the past glory of his parents and family. Talent withers well before the full bloom.

 Statistically speaking, one can rise to any height, if one is a diligent KITE MAKER, deft KITE RUNNER and devilish KITE FLYER, particularly, in India. Netas are perfect example of this “kite flying’ game in India.

 In this age of cut-throat competition and confliction, kite-flying is the need of the hour. As a kite flies against the wind, one must learn to go ahead despite oddities in life. Never give up. Never give in without fight. Know thyself. Discover your strength and weakness. Make your weakness your strength and give life a good fight with DS (double strength).  With incessant smart hard work, patience and perseverance, anyone can become a good kite maker, a better kite runner, and the best kite flyer. One can touch the sky; it is not so high.

LET LOVE FALL FREE

 

LET LOVE FALL FREE

A love song where a lover courts and woos his love lady

By Mukesh Sharma

 

O my love!

Divide not body,

In parts and soul.

Let me just loll,

And feel the whole.

 

Divide not days,

As Monday to Sunday.

Let’s live,

In a deathless day.

 

O my love!

Let time stop between you and me,

Let’s be one and love fall free.

 

Divide not breath,

In exhale and inhale.

Let me float,

In endless trail.

 

Divide not love,

By any name thus.

You’re me, I’m you,

No world lies beyond us.

 

O my love!

Let time stop between you and me,

Let’s be one and love fall free.

Fullness of Time

Man must learn the lesson of discipline from the heavenly bodies

By Mukesh Sharma

 

Be it animate or inanimate, life is fixed. Nothing can exist beyond time. Things are born in fullness of time in the universe and meet their end after the completion of assigned time-span.

Full moon making preparation to sink in the western horizon

All the galaxies in the universe follow time. All the stars follow time. All the planets follow time. The sun follows time; it rises at the right time and sets in at the right time at different places on the earth.  The moon follows time. Even our mother earth follows time; it revolves around the sun in the right orbit, at the right place and at the right time.

 

Full moon shinning in the western horizon in front of rising sun. 

Sun rays are seen falling on the houses

During morning walk a few days ago, this blogger clicked a few pics of full moon making preparation to sink in the western horizon and at the same time the sun was on its way to rise in eastern horizon. While watching the mesmerizing sight, I realized that all the celestial bodies follow very strict discipline of time. Nothing can go beyond time.

Sun on its way to rise in eastern horizon

Evidently enough, the discipline of time applies to man too. A baby is born in fullness of time. Physically and mentally, man grows up with the time. Those who waste the time, time wastes them. Everyone must respect time. Right action, at the right place and at the right time gets success in life.

Man must learn lesson of discipline from the heavenly bodies.

A Drive Through Sun-set

A Drive Through Sun-set 

Sun-rise brings hope for the day and sun-set for another day 

By Mukesh Sharma

Sliding through the neat, clean, broad and smooth road free of any traffic snarl, this blogger enjoyed a thrilling drive through the soul-soothing sight of sun-set yesterday evening in Phoenix, Arizona in the land of America.

 

A Drive Through Sun-set

The sun is not only a source of light and life but also a manifestation of God. Almost all religions accept the divinity of the sun. Even scientists admit the indispensability of the sun for the existence of all the planets in our solar system including earth.

Sun-rise and Sun-set

Though the grand spectacle of sun-rise and sun-set occurs daily which is witnessed from the most of the parts of the earth, one always finds it novel and new where one loses one’s self in the fathomless abundance of sun’s grandeur and grandness, splendor and elegance, magnificence and majesty. There is nothing except oneness.

In the holy Bhagavadgita, chapter VII, Sloka 27, Lord Krishna illuminates Arjuna:

“ All beings are born to delusions O Bharata (Arjuna)  

overcome by the dualities which arise from wish and hate”

The slokasignifies that it is not easy for the man to come out of ‘dualities’  -  hope exists with despair, gain exists with loss, happiness exists with sorrow, love exists with hate, the beginning exists with the end, day exists with night, birth exists with death.  Nothing is absolute.

 However, the godly sun’s divinity is absolute – just light and luminescence -  no darkness. There is no duality even in sun-set and sun-rise. Unless one has the cognizance of following night or day, one can’t distinguish between sun-set and sun-rise. Sun-rise brings hope for the day and sun-set hope for another day – there is only hope no despondence.

 The  sun conveys the message that success in life comes when one works for success only; one breathes for success only; one lives for success only. Don’t let the fear of failure distract your mind from the well defined goal.

Language of Silence

Language of Silence

It’s language of love; it’s language of woman’s eyes; it’s language of prayer; it’s language of mother nature; it’s language of the whole universe

 

By Mukesh Sharma

Far off in space, 
Up to the verge. 
Spoken from one corner, 
To other in Universe. 


Tongue of stars, 
Dialect of all parts. 
Be it dead or alive, 
All know it by heart. 


Mighty mountains, 
Speak and spur. 
Through boisterous waves, 
Ocean often clamor. 


   Look at the pics and decipher message 
through the language of silence

Ever busy and burning, 
All the time. 
Sun spouts it, 
Through sun-shine. 


Waning and waxing, 
Calm and quiet. 
Moon gossips in this, 
On full moony night. 


Wavering wind blowing 
Across plains and hills. 
Sing song in it, 
Through whir and wiz. 


Strutting and smirking, 
All the way to sea. 
River splash in it, 
With inexplicable glee. 


All animals, 
Serene or shoddy. 
Natter in it, 
Through their body. 


Speaking through eyes, 
vernacular of woman. 
Loved and respected, 
By all the man. 


Fulfillment of kiss, 
And a tight embrace. 
Can’t be expressed in, 
Any wordy phrase. 


Shouty words can’t tell, 
Joy of orgasm or ejeco. 
Better in any tongue, 
Than this lingo. 


Above cast or creed, 
All cult and care. 
It’s universal language, 
Of love and prayer. 


Artists communicate in it,
With their hands. 
Poet converse, 
Through their pen. 


Need no medium, 
To traverse instead. 
Can reach anywhere, 
In a split of second. 


Small or big, 
Speak it by birth. 
A mother tongue of all, 
Creatures on earth. 


Created by God, 
Its nature's speech. 
So simple sententious, 
Language of silence is.