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फ़रवरी 19, 2010

Glimpses of memory lane

Filed under: Articles-English — Devi Nangrani @ 1:47 अपराह्न

 Vijay  Bhatnagar  — The Eminent Writer.

No gift is greater than the gift of knowledge and at times knowledge is in fact a reflection of the mind. The thoughts woven around the situations and circumferences create a reflective impact on the mind, and at times the transparency of the thoughts is redirected in words. A writer is always very close to his writing and a living replica at times of his conscious and subconscious acts that displays his personality.

            The best sources of knowledge are always nature and also one’s own mistakes. These two factors process you towards self realization. Vijay  Bhatnagar’s  introductory incident about smoking of a cigarette was a happening that helps him explore the depths of truth that links an illusion to reality of life. The solitude that wraps a person always draws one towards its own focal point of silence and in silence you seek, you attain and you cherish. As our philosopher and poet Ravindranath Tagore has truly said “Only a few blessed ones know the absolute truth, others merely live on its interpretation”.  

            Vijay Bhatnagar  has developed just and firm acceptance of reality for being what he is in reflected in his own words  “Sacrifices of parents shape the future of children”.   ‘Glimpses of memory Lane’ as the title of the book beautifully reflects with the vast expanse of known and unknown horizon is in a way an autobiography that has trodden the path of life. Going through testimonials of life one defiantly matures as one lives and overcomes  the moments of struggle, hardship, joy, sorrow, patience and all the possible facts of life  that  give a handy first hand experience to know ones self better and better. Walking through the lane of life,  one leans to be model role through experience. The only supporting source is God that exists in conscience . Truly going through pain and pleasure is a package deal. The  web of relations  is an intricate bifurcation  in various directions.

A Child in the cradle is the father of the nation is a common saying, and simultaneously a chils is also the creator of mankind.  All said and done the major lighthouse of life is marriage which is strong bond that grows, strengthens and sustains the family. As a  base of every relation marriage should  synchronise and try to sustain the multiple responsibilities related to  physical, mental, moral and  spiritual. well-being.

            The richness of life is painted in colours of love when you begin to love and begin to live as quoted by a Philanthropist stands  true to Vijay Bhatnagar – a man of sincere emotional outstanding of firmness.  The emotional balance is the outcome of the best frame work of mind that has borne the struggle, fall, rise and learnt  to sustain self, and that in  itself is a drilled culture, rather than just civilization that is  just superficially impose rather than drilled.  

            The different phases of Vijay’s  life as he has gone through and in the process of reflecting, feels that his thoughts guide him to the smoothest, melodious sanctuary where one disturbs him in that melancholy  canopy with self.  

            Shri. Yogendra says “when I came into the world, the only thing that really belonged to me was my body when I shall have to leave it is not the only thing that must give away to death. “ As man is a spiritual being has much more momentum and potentiality   to reproduce. Life reaps ts own rewards but at the right time and in right place. Man has to have understanding and patience , as for every act the time-frame is already set up.

I extend  my good wishes for giving us the best shared moments of his life and the truth “Give, give and give to have God on your side”                      Devi Nangrani


Poetry-Music of my Heart

Filed under: Articles-English — Devi Nangrani @ 1:43 अपराह्न

Poetry is the music of my Heart

Writing is my passion. Any thing that I see around, feel even smell needs to find expression from the lips of my heart in a spoken language. In a way I talk to myself and reproduce the thoughts through language, may it be Sindhi, Hindi or English. Poetry is the music of my Heart and it is a part of the constitution.  Writing   poetry is like nourishing a garden where we sow seeds of words that sprout when you put manure of efforts and nourish with thoughts, it is only then that the colorful ideas with fragrance come to the surface. In every human there is a dormant poet, an artist, a sculptor some where or the other. When expressing a personal thought, idea or concept, it travels through expression finding words and ultimately the personal feelings are generalized. The speechless thoughts take the support of words to find expression and they grow and mature as the saplings, start whispering and walking. Still the fact remains unchanged that ‘Life’ is poetry but poetry is not life. Words and poet have a co-relative bond. Words may exist without a writer, but a writer cannot exist without words. But poetry in form of words on paper is nothing but the fruit of thoughts that survive in the heart of a poet.

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