To Mr. ROBIN SHARMA & likes...

This is in reference to ur self-help book titled WHO WILL CRY WHEN YOU DIE ? i find the title quite funny...i mean how does it matter to the deceased whether someone cries or laughs or whatever...???

i see that u quote a couplet of Kabir in a completely wrong sense & context & then u go ahead & ascribe it 'ancient Sanskrit saying'....may be after all its ur father's mistake & not urs but isnt it funny to base a book on a piece of cultivated knowledge, which u call 'wisdom'.

By the way do u really feel that wisdom can be given or 'offered'...??? Give 1001 ways but tell u what...wisdom still remains a mystery. Ur book is a perfect example of that cultivated knowledge. Congrats for the success of the book but that still does not translate into wisdom.....does it?

Coming back to what i need to share about the Kabir couplet. The couplet goes like this :

KABIRA JAB HUM PAIDA HUYE, JAG HASSA HUM ROYE,
ABKI AISA KAR CHALO, PACCHE HASSI NA HOYE

i translate the meaning for ur knowledge.
Mind it, if u do not already consider urself knowledgeable....
" Kabir says when i was born, the whole of the world rejoiced & laughed but i cried. Let me now live this life in such a way that i am not made into a laughing stock anymore. "

Kabir or any true Guru is not bothered about the others & their activities whether in alive state or dead. They are only living completely in the present moment. Action then is just a result of being. So, Kabir wants to live in NOW & HERE all his life & merge with the ONE who is timeless & egoless. He already knows that once he merges & is one with the ONE....he no longer will be required to take any physical form.
Call it rebirth, if u may.

This context is so different from what ur book professes. i feel ur concept will only make ur readers more hypocrite, more diplomatic, more two faced then then they already are, since their actions will be, as it probably is - even NOW, governed by a selfish & not a selfless motto of taking egoistic pleasure in counting the number of people who will cry if & when they die. Stupid...isnt it to be a politician who is seeking peoples tears & not votes. Different....but is it true wisdom?

Please note that this e-mail is a humble effort to put things into right perspective & in no way to demean or degrade ur effort.
Hope u mind --

man is bad kase

CRISIS

वो ठिठका था मेरे घर के चौराहे पर,

सोई तमन्ना जाग उठी ले आई दोराहे पर,

उसकी आंखों में एक अजीब तलाश थी,

खोज रहा था वो जिसको, में वो पलाश थी,

वो लबरेज़ था और में प्यासी,

नही.. ये न थी कोई चाल सियासी,

बढ़ा आ रहा था वो तेज कदमो से मेरी जानिब,

देख रहा था ऐसे जैसे हम कोई कलाम-ऐ-ग़ालिब,

सोचा के दे ही दूँ इसे प्यार भरा बोसा,

के निकल गया वो जैसे ही पल्ला मैंने खोसा,

हम अवाक !! सोचते ही रह गए................,



क्या सारे TANKER मर्द होते हैं...???



WORLD IS GOING THROUGH SEVERE CRISIS OF WATER & LOVE

thanks again to man...

MAN IS BAD KASE...isnt he?

सोचो...

गर चाँद.. सूरज होना चाहे तो क्या होगा,

हर फूल.. गुलाब होना चाहे तो क्या होगा,

छा जायेगी हर सुं एक गहरी उदासी,

औरत के जिस्म में भी गर मर्द होगा...

i did not vote...

Inspite of the lead india campaign...inspite of the JAAGO VOTER JAAGO campaigns by electronic & print media...i didnt vote
Please dont punish me with that sarcastic look...i did go to the polling booth...stood their undecisively for a while & then after finding out that there is absolutely no one in the long list of candidates who deserves my trust & vote...i started to walk back. Suddenly an sms reminded me that i can go & register my opinion & exercise my 'lack of choice' option by filling certain forms & completing some formalities. I was not so sure as soon as i heard those dreadful words like 'forms' & 'formalities'. More so, i was afraid to face a goverrrrnment official having as long, meaningful (in my current state of hitch ) & impressive a post as "Returning officer'. All my fears evaporated as soon as i reached in front of his office. There was a long, a very long Q of so many my kind of people who were bent upon to register their opinion...come what may. Their was grit written all over their faces...kind of determinaton which i have never seen all my life...not at least for a social cause, that is. The scorching heat & lack of water didnt seem to matter to those who were there in the Q & i thought YES..YES..YES at last India is changing & changing really not through media hogwash but through its citizens.
As i garnered enough courage to stand in the Q to cast my 'doubt vote', i overheard the animated discussions that were doing the rounds...the crux of which, as gathered by my clever & witty mind, was this :
THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO ONE THAT ONE CAN TRUST IN THIS COUNTRY & POLITICIANS MIGHT BE ON THE TOP OF THE LIST BUT ARE NOT THE ONLY ONES WHOM YOU DO NOT TRUST.
i quickly left the Q without voting, as now i was unable to bear the hate...mind you HATE & not the HEAT that was gulping me visiously. i thought of gulping down something really cool & Beer seemed to be the best option. After a few glasses of chilled Beer...the solution to my uneasyness came up like those tingling bubbles come up naughtily in a Beer glass. Here is my solution which gives me solace, if not peace :
I CANT TRUST ANYONE FOR THE JOB COZ I DONT TRUST MYSELF. I KNOW ME...MAN IS BAD KASE.. & EVERYONE ELSE OUT THERE IS NO BETTER THAN ME. THE LENGTH OF THE Q GIVES ME THE MUCH NEEDED EMPATHY.
Stop wondering about that chilled Beer on a election day or dry day, to be more precise. It can be managed...after all this is India.