Rohit Sharma

At around 1 ‘O’ clock at mid night, I was still awake, tired from all the previous day’s work, confronted the night’s stillness after making a decision to hang out in my balcony. To make sure no one gets disturbed from their sleep I had to be low at feet and silent. I could hear the whistles of the night guards walking the city lanes. Although I wanted to sing out the song that was reverberating in my mind, I pushed myself not to. Ah, the city was standstill amid few cars rushing steadily down the lonely lane sometimes. Well, I inclined and supported myself against the balcony to peer at the night’s beauty and feel the rare stillness of environ. As I glanced around, far and close, to the sky, the stars, the cat sitting on the roadside chair, the trees & tree leaves, the streetlights, the apartments and few rushing movement of vehicles, it felt charming, bit strange and humorous, because of the peculiar trend of making night lonely and meek. The cold air was caressing all...

It was a different night, sitting on the terrace beneath the stars; moon and a vast sky made me feel differently yesterday. From our eyes, we observe the world/universe. We all have a particular coordinates at a particular point of time. That is our space-time coordinates is fix and unique. Thereby we could all assign a frame of reference to ourselves. Yesterday, I saw the universe from my frame of reference. I realized the uniqueness of my frame of reference and compared it with my friend sitting beside me. My friend was sitting there with some different co-ordinates, with different thoughts going on in his mind, with a different perspective to look at things differently. Our thoughts and perspective are shaped by the uniqueness of our space-time co-ordinates at various point of time in our life. By being at those co-ordinates, we got influenced into thinking this way. That’s why, it is said that our environment affects our thoughts. The frame of references could be deceptive....

I am not a Life Guru, still I could make into few points worth adding out of my little up-down life experiences (If you really want to simplify your life), Stop paying attention to media. Or I would say, "The Paid Selfish Media" We trust blindly over anything that is played on the TV channels. In fact, most people who pay close attention to the media, do not posses any of their own thoughts, their thoughts are just made up of all the blahs played over the news channels. Then, whatever that is played over is not the whole picture of the world, neither it is the complete unbiased thoughts and ideas. Unauthenticated people who could not truly state between right and wrong indulge in debates & interviews. Again, media intensifies some few issues who belongs to some famous and controversial beings and keep on repeating the same hollowness day & night. Open a TV channel and same old news on hatred, discrimination and dirty political slang exchange. Maintain a d...

How my mind keeps on wandering, what attaining Moksha would be. How would it feel to have finally attained the truth? To come to know the ultimate truth? How would we ever know that we have attained the ultimate truth and have reached the salvation stage? Who could guide us in this material world? What are the ways of attaining it? What does it takes to attain it? Well, they say, attaining Moksha will pull you out from the birth-death cycle in the material world. But where does it take us to? To an ocean, like we are the river. What energy does Sun emit? Is someone hidden out of the immense energy keep emitting from Sun? Sun may be one of the oceans. After attaining Moksha of earthly level, do we mix with the Sun? Think how big the ever expanding universe would be and how many other Sun-likes would there be? All of them emitting immense amount of energy, all may have bound some earth-like world with them. After attaining the Moksha, and after have mixed with the Sun, do we ...

Below my apartment, few meters away down the street, there is a shop, shop of ironing cloths. The man running the iron is old, quite old. The shop is wooden, rests on four meek pillars. The man has a radio, must be bought years ago, as he hadn’t been upgraded, as it has an antenna and the noise is blur. The man is quite thin, generous and kind spoken with a heavy voice, wore a glass, put moustache, wraps a plaid over his head. From 10 in morn till 8 in eve his shop remains open, every day. Every day, even in holiday, he must be addicted to his small wooden shop and listening to radio the whole day, I think, severely addicted. He has a good friend, a dog, who at any normal day sits nearby the shop, they both seems to like each other. Whole life, whole life of the iron man has spent working in that shop, that wooden shop, that old wooden shop. God do reside in that shop, I had seen the pictures. Oh my curiosity, I want to be the iron man once, for once I want to live his life. Fo...