LOVE IS A SILENT VOLCANO JULY 25.11. 11.36 PM

I will not say let’s re-read or reiterate William words worth but I shall not deny too. Well Keats probably has gone beyond our reach. So let’s try where we got lost. The Norway incident speaks of the pathetic environs which surround us. Manmade disasters shall need our sociologists to think beyond their cocoons.

It’s rather a difficult notion to point to a pointer of computing sciences, nonetheless the brains should think of multidisciplinary approach towards the challenges that belie solutions and bring havoc from the blue.

Some of the points the teachers at school level should be clear at:

Religion can be a positive and adhesive force.

Adventures are to be construed only on scientific and particularly psychiatric parameters.

Teachers must remember humorous hearts are horribly prone to psycho pathetic behavioral traits. (The reason is equally horrible to know that humorous hearts are less evolved on eq level and hence they hide with vengeance the ill wills and negative connotations of thought mechanism to bring sweeping changes in their dream world which they actually are not aware of it at all.) But it should not be construed that serious or gloomy mind set up should be promoted. An open secret for the secret services is that secret and stoic eyes are strong negative psychiatric symptoms acutely prone to manic bowls. Teachers should learn historical blunders, invariably; before venturing into the profession of teaching (it doesn’t mean that one should be encyclopedia Britannica.)

All the concerned secret services and teachers in particular should be trained in a super specialized art of reading the eyes and its movements, along with the meaning of the depth of each eye pattern as it can serve as an absolute biometric system for practically every set of scenario:

रात के
गहन अंधेरे में
सूरज
अपना वादा
तोड़कर
चांद को
यूँ अकेला
छोड़कर
चल दिया

नज़र के
आसमान से दूर
देखता रहा
चांद
उसके मिटते
निशान को
हर पल
मद्धम हो रहे
उसके प्रकाश को

उसके हर
क़दम के साथ
उसने
एक उम्मीद बांधी
अपने प्रेम की
बेड़ी के साथ
उसके
क़दमों के नीचे
सपनों की नींव डाली

वो कदम
तो नहीं लौटे
जो उस रात
नहीं रूके थे
लेकिन
सपनों के बीजों से
एक घना पेड़
उग आया
जिस पर
एक नहीं
सौ-सौ सूरज उगे थे