प्रश्न और प्रश्न

प्रश्न-प्रतिप्रश्न 

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प्रश्न : 

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क्या सभ्य समाज में किसी अपराध के लिए 'मृत्यु-दंड' का स्थान होना सकता है?

प्रतिप्रश्न :

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क्या सभ्य समाज में किसी अपराध के होने की संभावना होती है? 

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भाषा-विधा / भाषा-विद्या

तअव्वुन, तअय्युन, तख़य्युल 
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मैं नहीं जानता कि ये तीन शब्द उर्दू, फारसी या अरबी तथा उनसे मिलती-जुलती भाषाओं में कहाँ तक और किस अर्थ में सार्थक हैं, लेकिन मुझे लगता है कि इनकी संस्कृत व्युत्पत्ति कुछ यूँ हो सकती है :
तर, तल, तम,
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त - ,
अव - ,
उन - ,
त - ,
अय - ,
उन - ,
त,
खयि,
उल् / उल,
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इसी तरह का एक शब्द है :
अव्वल ;
जिसकी संस्कृत व्युत्पत्ति
अव - अल/ अल्
की तरह की जा सकती है।
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भाषा-विधा  / भाषा-विद्या
   
      

Cliché & Kitsch (Who's Life -2).

Honestly!
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Sir... Sir, ... Please..., Could Honesty be basic or secondary? It is either there and is revealed in behavior or it is just absent. This does not mean you are dishonest. May be you have other priorities. Isn't Honesty clarity and sincerity? Isn't Honesty simplicity that spontaneously finds expression in actions? Isn't this the culture and the social ethics, imposed norms that we try to judge others and one's own actions? Is not this that makes the situation rather complicated and then confusion and misunderstanding follow?
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Good Morning!
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Cliché & Kitsch

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It has been a challenge for me to write a new blog-post without being accused of using a style / language that has not been redundant, outdated, and obsolete.
But I do feel  I should accept this challenge.
The window with that wasp-net in the upper top-left corner is crowded with wasps. Many trying to expand it, bringing the material needed to do so; -Mainly the mud. I see, some bring mud-balls like the mud-ball that is pushed by a beetle. Occasionally one or two bigger-ones bring shining-black balls that look like insects without limbs. They are placed in one of the cells in the hive. The mouth of the cell is sealed with the wax-like substance and after some time the insect in the cell breaks open and comes out in the form of a baby-wasp.
In this hot scorching heat, I tried to see if I could somehow chase away them.
I put a mirror in the window in such a way so that the reflected sun-light could shine over their nest.  And suddenly saw they were in a great fury. And in seconds, some of them were bringing water-drops in their tentacles. Shining oval crystals of water. I at once removed the mirror.
But I was happy to see they do have a collective-mind that works through them as if many organs of a system well-synchronized.
Next moment I could not stop myself from laughing aloud.
I was comparing man’s wisdom in comparison to their.
We, who think we bi-pads are the most evolved, evolutionary and revolutionary creatures seemed to be on a lower rung.
We have discovered wars and sophisticated war-systems that could easily destroy all / life on the earth. Yet we think in groups. In terms of ideologies, that varies from one another to a great extent. We call them ‘religion’. Like-wise we have political-ideologies too.
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कुछ भी! कविता

कुछ भी!
कलर-ब्लाइन्ड !
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सौन्दर्य,
बस एक ही तो रंग है क़ुदरत का,
कभी नज़र आता है,
तो कभी-कभी दिखाई नहीं देता ।
और दूसरे रंग खो चुके हैं अब,
मेरा टॉमी भी यही कहता है,
उसे सब कुछ बस भूरा दिखाई देता है,
मुझको अफ़सोस है उसके लिए,
क्या वह और रंग नहीं देख पाता?
वह बस पहचानता है गंध से बस,
और हँसता है मुझ पर,
जब मुझे अच्छी-बुरी गंध की पहचान नहीं होती!
वह भौंकता रहता है मेरी गर्ल-फ़्रैंड पर,
और मैं उसे रोकता रहता हूँ!
तब वह मुझ पर भी भौंकने लगता है !
मेरी गर्ल-फ़्रैंड यूँ तो ख़ूबसूरत है,
इसलिए यही एक रंग मुझे,
उसमें दिखाई देता है,
और उसकी गंध भी है मादक,
फिर क्यों टॉमी को वह नहीं भाती?
मैं नहीं छोड़ सकता टॉमी को,
मैं नहीं छोड़ सकता गर्ल-फ़्रैंड को,
और दोनों ने मुझे छोड़ दिया है !
पर मुझे फ़र्क़ नहीं पड़ता कोई!
बस एक ही तो रंग है क़ुदरत का!
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और अफ़सोस यह भी,
कि मुझे जीवन और मृत्यु के रंग भी,
अलग-अलग नहीं दिखाई देते!
इसलिए भी शायद,
लोग मुझे पसंद नहीं करते !
क्योंकि मेरी नज़र में,
बस एक ही तो रंग है क़ुदरत का!
हाँ, मैं कलर-ब्लाइन्ड हो चला हूँ !
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Who's 'Life' ?

Who's 'Life'?
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Wasps : They have formed a nest in the corner of the window. Laid eggs there. As the glass-pane shuts their entrance in the room, they just keep hovering in the cubicle / cabin that is formed in the window. In the scorching sun they move there-in restlessly. Occasionally one or two somehow find a way to the room through some slit and I have to be watchful lest I don't crush them if they land onto my face or body. Sometimes I carefully catch them into a bottle and leave out. just now one has arrived on my arm. Though scared, I'm waiting when it flies away on its own. A minute looks like quite a long one. It rubs its antennas with one-another. I catch a shiver and pray it doesn't sting me. Mercifully it has forgiven me and took its flight in the room. Lazily finding the way to the open door. Who's life is more important? I try to find meaning and purpose of 'my' life, which is but a wandering deceitful thought that keeps me captured in the illusion that I am some-one special 'a person', an individual, I have great ambitions and frustrations, successes and failures, I have to attain salvation, or 'God' or immortality. Yet I think who's life is it anyway?

The life returns unto the Life,

Notes to oneself :
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Waters return unto the Waters, fires return unto the Fires, airs return unto the Airs, thoughts return unto the Thought, earths return unto the Earth, 
And every death returns unto the Death itself.
Just like this, 
The life returns unto the Life,
And the individual returns unto the Supreme.
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Boredom

"Boredom can be interesting"
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(Continued, ...;) )
There is a state of mind which, when experienced though nameless, is given this name 'Boredom', and we think we understood this phenomenon that we have named 'Boredom'. Obviously, as J.Krishnamurti has repeatedly said:
'The description is not the described'.
And that is the point, where we fail to see that the state 'Boredom' and the word 'Boredom' have nothing in common. While the word is uttered either aloud or in thought, the actual state of mind may not be that which one tries to express through this word.
As soon as the experience is experienced, it is replaced by the word. But if we don't hurry to name it, we can see an altogether different transformation in consciousness that happens on its own, without our attempt to bring in it.
If the attention is not identified with the word, it at once stands still. Its not a movement inward or outward, rather it is a movement in silence and awareness (of being).
If we miss this point, the attention soon gets lost in any other mental activity associated with thought and memory. For example, we find out an alternative, an option, there-by affirming and giving continuity to our-self (the ego?) which is also a false notion only that appears a 'real thing' like 'Boredom'.
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A Friends' Comment :
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"If the attention is not identified with the word, it at once stands still. Its not a movement inward or outward, rather it is a movement in silence and awareness (of being)." 
Thanks Prabhu I got the key of connection of sensitivity and consciousness.
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