SCIENCE, FACTS and ART

Poincare remarked " Science is built up of facts, as a house is built of stones; but an accumulation of facts is no more a science than a heap of stones is a house." It requires a sense of aesthetics and sublime artistic ingeniosity to search for and arrive at coherence amongst apparently disconnected perplexing complexity. At that level the narrow line of distinction between real science and true art struggles to maintain its identity than elsewhere. It seems there exists a subtle mechanism in our social structure to exalt any individual who endeavors in this search for order, to the lofty heights of admiration and heroism.

mashoodkk

On Love, Solitute and Selfishness

'The best way I think to keep a human relationship never break is to always keep a little distance between'. Like an expert I spoke........never realizing why....

.............The friend who was listening replied me that I am selfish.............which in turn provoked me to continue with my sermon ..................

'..................but at times the fact is that the unselfish persons are powerful enough to with stand a break up........friendship, blood, or marital..........but the poor selfish guy......because of his inherent weakness will not be able to bear it.............so he always with his little intelligence takes an initial defensive stand...may be because of prior experiences...................he is always fearful and tries to revert to his hole................lives there in his own world.............but deep inside his heart are often unhealed wounds and desire to love everyone and to be loved by every one..........a repression which he cant overcome easily............and often gets converted to hours of tears in silence.............

public calls them selfish, unsocial or idiots....and wonder why they are doing so........no point in blaming public...they cant afford to look into every ones history....

.....i believe even the deadliest criminal doesn't want him to be so.............to love, be loved, smile and be happy is a fundamental longing of every human as per to me.........but the game of destiny sometimes plays cruel and the human mind gets shattered for ever...........some tries to put it back to order......some succeed...some not.......some take strange configurations.........which every one hates......................'

I felt like having given a captivating discourse and went home. Just before sleep a thought flashed through my mind ......'after all is not the need for love a longing for attachment....and is not attachment a weakness...........'......... Later I realized that even if it is a truth it is an inconvenient one......

FEAR, IMAGINATION and AMBIVALENCE

At the root of ambivalence is fear. Fear is almost impossible without imagination. The department of imagination within, fabricates a horrible speculative imagery of a moment in future. Then it exhibits and exposes the imagery to the self. If the self is idiotic enough the feet trembles else it realizes the futility of the truth value of the imagery and discards it.

mashoodkk

Who is the real BEGGAR?

A beggar is not he who begs. But who need not beg but still begs. So begging is an attitude. It is true that many of us occasionally begs, are forced to conform to or obey an authority out of fear. As long as the flame of intrinsic distress is burning, there is hope. But the moment one starts enjoying keeping the hands cupped, submitting to a superficial authority, ever ready for compromise, never showing any sign of revolt even covertly, has lost the ethical chastity for ever. By this I am not endorsing beggary with a covert displeasure. The supreme virtue lies in him or her who keeps the head straight without conditions with the mind calm, hands strong and clarity of vision intact . Even if there doesn't exist a single penny in his pocket still he is THE KING. Unfortunately the worst fate is going to be not of the perfect beggar but who lies in the middle, who will mourn at the end 'I have burnt to ashes even without burning'.

mashoodkk

REFLECTIONS - On Ignorance and Inability

Ignorance and inability are not qualities one should be ashamed of, on itself. But any act, other than the short lived spontaneous emotional outbursts, to justify it surely is. Not employing the affordable remedial measures, there by consciously staying away from the path of evolution and enlightenment takes the case into the realm of sin.

mashoodkk

ALLAH KE BANDE HASDE......LET NOT HOPE EVADE.....

A magical voice storming over the ashes of shattered dreams, burned away by the hardships of reality........and attempting to light up the flame of life once again.......yes Kailash Kher again..........

NOTE: The attempted translation is far from being literal.

ALLAH KE BANDE HASDE.............

Toota toota ek parinda aise toota
Ke phir jud naa paaya
Loota loota kisne usko aise loota
Ke phir ud naa paaya
O o o o toota toota ek parinda aise toota
Ke phir jud naa paaya
Loota loota kisne usko aise loota
Ke phir ud naa paaya
Girta hua woh asma se
Aakar gira zameen par
Khwabon mein phir bhi badal hi the
Woh kehta raha magar
Ke allah ke bande hasde allah ke bande
Allah ke bande hasde jo bhi ho kal phir aayega


Kho ke aapne par hi to usne tha ud naa sikha
Kho ke aapne par hi to o o o
Kho ke aapne par hi to usne tha ud naa sikha
Gham ko aapne saath mein lele dard bhi tere kaam aayega
Allah ke bande hasde allah ke bande
Allah ke bande hasde jo bhi ho kal phir aayega

Aa aa aaa
Tukde tuke ho gaya tha har sapna jab woh toota
Tukde tuke ho gaya tha aa aaa aa
Tukde tuke ho gaya tha har sapna jab woh toota
Bhikre tukdon mein allah ki marzi ka manzar paayega
Allah ke bande hasde allah ke bande
Allah ke bande hasde jo bhi ho kal phir aayega



LET NOT HOPE EVADE......

The little bird lived .....far...far...above in a land of dreams........
Once it happened....probably while flying over our earth.......
that the tender heart of the creature got hurt......
So badly that it couldn't ever be healed...

The soft and serene wings turned heavy...
It couldn't be lifted any more...

And our bird kept on falling from the height.....
Eventually got soiled by the dust beneath.....

Still in its dreams were its old abode.......the transparent cloud.......
Though shattered, it didn't let hope evade and the lips chanted without halt....
"Whatever it be.....i am a faithful believer... i will not let the smiles fade....
Definitely there is going to be a day tomorrow....
when i will be back in my old world which knows no sorrows"

Seeing the undying spirit of the little bird....
The ever watchful venerable saint stood out of respect and murmured.....
"The loss of wings is temporary..this bird is going to fly far above imagination"

Enlightened by the incident, he proclaimed to humanity.....
"Don't be faint hearted if struck by difficulties....
Take along the sorrows with you without hesitation.....
It would be useful beyond words.........
Though it has scattered your dreams to pieces....
In that pieces you will find a hidden treasure gifted by your loving lord"

KAILASH KHER'S TERI DEEWANI- A CELEBRATION OF LOVE

The age old topic 'love' in the mystical sufi attire.....a transcendental musical experience...that's Teri Deewani. The object of love varies...for majnoon it may be laila.....for Einstein physics.....Jesus compassion, Muhammed social stability.......and so on.....but the characteristic features of the lover remains same.......UNCONDITIONAL devotion, obsession, sacrifice, compulsion, purity, zero fear, serenity, sorrows, agony......indeed a long list that makes real sense only with experience..........

At a time when mutual contract for survival convenience based on rigid conditions and clauses, demanding stringent efforts to get things keep going, is mistaken for love ......Kailash is sweeping away the dust off on the forgotten sufi wisdom......that until and unless an emotion is effortless and doesnt flows on its own, impurity is lurking beneath........

The translation attempted here is not word by word.......emphasis has been to capture the essence and tranfer the feeling.......the intrinsic difficulty imposed by the difference between emotionally cathected urdu and scientifically attuned english, along with the translator's ineptness might have resulted in a drastic fall in beauty..........but that was all I could afford.......

preet ki lath mohe aaisi laagi
ho gayi main matwaali

bal bal jaaun apane piya ko
he main jaaun vaari vaari

mohe sudh budh naa rahi tan mann ki
yeh toh jaane duniya saari

bebas aur laachar phiru main
haari main dil haari - 2

tere naam se jee loon - 2
tere naam se marr jaaun - 2

teri jaan ke sadke mein kuchh aaisa kar jaaun

tune kya kar dala marr gayi main mitt gayi main
ho ri ha ri ho gayi main
teri deewani deewani- 2


ishq junoon jab hadh se badh jaaye - 2
haste haste aashiq suli chadh jaaye

ishq ka jaadu sar chadha kara bole - 2
khoob laga lo pehre raste rab khole
yahi ishq di marzi hain
yahi rab di marzi hain

tere bin jeena kaisa
haan khudgarzi hai

tune kya kar dala marr gayi main mitt gayi main
ho ri ha ri ho gayi main
teri deewani deewani - 4

oh ho oh hoohhhh...

he main rang rangeeli deewani - 2
ke main albeli main mastani
gaaun bajaaun sabko rijhaaun
he main deen dhram se begaani
ke main deewani main deewani

teri deewani deewani...



Smitten and carried by love ..
It seems......my senses are lost.......

Still let no difficulties fall upon her......
I am ready to take it all on my self.....

Any way the whole world knows that,
I no more care much for my own.....

Lost at heart...I wander .....
Aimless around .....dejected......


Oh beloved.... I live by your name
And I will die by the same......


As an offering at your feet my heart is always
longing to do more and more of the sort....

Now you tell me......
What magic have you done.........
I am absorbed and no more...
But for as your ardent admirer,
Passionate beyond limit and words.....

Philosophers and poets told it right...
When love crosses a limit.....
A strange strength sprouts within..
Then for the beloved's sake even death
is as light and pleasant as a smile...

Oh reader,If you are still not convinced,
Take up this challenge posed by love..
"Try keeping obstacles in my path..
as many and as rigid as you wish.."
You will find them melting apart..
This is the divine will, will of love...

Now dear tell me.......
How will i live without you.....
It may be selfishness, but I can't help..


Dear reader, you may be thinking about my where abouts........
I am just a colourful crazy lover.....
Thrilled even when alone....
I sing, dance...induce cheer and rejoice...
Still alone and aloof...in my hut of solitude..