Snippets of the mind by Gagansvaid

I knowest not, what to say, and what not? When the stars appear to shine one moment, and the next moment in a surprise,  many thoughts haunt me within, and outward.. Oh, was it meant to be such a vice? To dream love and to keep pretence away- why does reality bite so much, why does it scare; the inner chords of peace and conscience? I have thought, a many times,  that why is it- that peace deprives; as the people around create tension; why can’t they understand the notion of love? That happiness livens, in the ideals of goodness, to lead a life simple, when every moment is a bliss. When the silence charms with freshness of flowers, When soothing voice touches, with winds brushing past, every essence of the seeds, that align further to roses, to petals and the long standing trees in the garden. The place where wealth resides, isn’t it a mansion, or the sought after fame but it is, in the very being; the being of yourself, the dreams t...

Note: These are purely my views and my expression. All comments are welcome. The Aam Aadmi Party(AAP), that was born form the Anna Hazare Movement, has been the talking point ever since its birth in the political sphere. People gave this party a chance to formulate, to make government in the city and it was a big win for the new born political party. AAP’s chief leader, Mr. Arvind Kejriwal became the Chief Minister(CM) of Delhi, hence beating the three time CM of Delhi, Smt. Shiela Dixit. AAP called it, the victory of the public, the aam aadmi’s. People were proud of themselves, that their own party had won. Where, they would be heard; where discrimination won’t be present, where corruption would be watched in all spheres.  What happened? The political parties’ Law Minister, Mr. Somnath Bharati, was held for discrimination on the basis of colour. More references can be found in this article by a National daily. http://indianexpress.com/article/india/india-oth...

Art and Art-ist are not different, but they define one another.  Yet, art is to garner a place in one’s heart, when one can define one’s taste in the art that attracts to that very person. It is a beautiful thing, to be able to write, draw, compose, dance or sing and above all create.  Different people inherit different forms of art.  Even a Businessman is an Artist. He/She draws roadmaps for the growth of an Enterprise. Success comes with intelligence and intelligence comes with experiences. It is achieved by those who are really willing to work- towards their goal every day. Experiences, good or bad; give us an insight over what works and what doesn’t work. Politics is art, so is science an art in some degree if not more.  To dream is an art. Similarly, as pointed out; to make stories is an art. You see, everything… and then ask yourself, if that is not a form of an art. Think about it, and let’s discuss; what 'art' means to you? It has broad...

Ambiguities keep on forming, Dreams categorise but heart falls; yet again, this day, yet again. As if it wants to sublime, the same route from which it came; but no, that’s not right; at this time, for the curtains have drawn, the dreams have been; held together in tears, in agony; but yet again, wishes compose, of goodness for her face and smile. As the heart shows its’ hardness; yet it feels only closeness, but only to be felt by me. As the curtains draw, and so do the dreams; changing their prominence to love of self, than love for someone else. ——————————————— Gagandeep Singh Vaid

She came with her eyes gleaming to study her lessons for the day. When she could become, what she dreamt as she gazed  flawlessly at the streams, forming in the sea. Her soul interpreted, the many learning’s; she had garnered in the village,  that she brought with herself to the city. In her hands, a slate and in her mind a classroom; she knew, it asked for labour to live that dream, she didn’t stop as yet, it was the starting of it. In the morning, she went to school,  she studied and also knew that she could win herself a life. Moreover in the afternoon, she came to work at a place, where she cooked food and worked as a helper, she was a little girl, yet she had known the power of her fairytales.  Yes, it was truth that a fairy world didn’t exist, yet, she had wanted to work on her difficult reality, with her mindset so fearless, where wishes harboured.  Today, that she grew up, she doesn’t carry that very work, rathe...

The ongoing season of the Indian television show 'Satyamev Jayate' has till now broadcasted five episodes on five consecutive Sunday’s. Every episode brings a different issue to deal with. The first episode of the third season was on Sports. How, sports can change an individual's life. How a person can bid byes to intoxication or tobacco intake when one person plays a sport. How much capable a sport is to give people a new life and how it is important for everyone to remain fit and fine. The show expressed how one shouldn’t play a given sport only to reach the higher levels, i.e.; the State level, National level for instance. If parents give importance to sports, only then children can go outdoors; take out time for physical training and exercise, or normal jogging could serve the purpose right. In the end of the show, women from villages came to receive medals, for showing good spirits for sports; when Saina Nehwal, the Indian Badminton Star, was surprised to know that th...

Peace transmits through her eyes, Silence depicts in her being; Her touch is pleasant, Heavenly is her being. When two friends fight, She comes to make them realise, that in love we rise, not in giving up; or to call it a  sacrifice ,  when it is not  right , to do so. Moreover to despise the  good  times; for a past so dark, which doesn’t now last. Rulers and scales had created divisions, on the very paper; the paper called life. Yet, the  acceptance  of facts had often, being fought for, and often believed upon. Opposition in the views of these two friends, had been the transmitters for a fight. While, she judged their actions, based on the past times; and side along, made them lessen the conflicts that did arise, when each  day  was as fruitful as the mango slice. Thanks to her, she carefully analysed, what was to care and what was unwise. She’s a true lover, of goodness,  for...