Pakistan should look for resuming talks with India, its in both countries Interest

Here is a column in the Pakistani Newspaper Dawn, i liked the authors thoughts and would like to share with you.

"That Pakistan needs peace along its border with India in order to be free to deal with the conflict in its tribal areas is only part of the argument for establishing peace in the subcontinent. 

 

REGARDLESS of the views of the establishment’s hawks and howsoever strong they may be, Islamabad must give a positive response to Prime Minister Manmohan Singh’s offer of peace. "

Normal relations and mutually beneficial cooperation between the two closest South Asian neighbours has always been desirable for many reasons but their urgency has been increased many times over by the extremists’ challenge to the Pakistan state.

No sane person on either side of the border can deny that the threat to the stability of Pakistan is also a threat to India’s vital interests, and their joint efforts are needed to ensure victory over the terrorists.

That Pakistan needs peace along its border with India in order to be free to deal with the conflict in its tribal areas is only part of the argument for establishing peace in the subcontinent. Much more urgent is the need for India-Pakistan cooperation for winning the battle for democracy, tolerance and social justice. Losses in this battle will plunge the people of both India and Pakistan into unimaginable ordeals.

Hitherto a common view in Pakistan has been that India is ignoring the threat to itself posed by the terrorists’ campaign against Pakistan. There was reason to believe that the pro-confrontation lobby in India saw in Pakistan’s predicament an opportunity to squeeze it for concessions it might not be willing to make in normal times. Such elements should not be expected to stop undermining the Indian prime minister’s initiative. It is in Pakistan’s interest to ensure that he is not forced by anyone to withdraw his offer.

The Pakistan government too will be under pressure from hardliners in its ranks and outside. Any compromise with such elements will cause Pakistan irreparable harm. Islamabad should therefore press for the earliest possible resumption of the composite dialogue with India.

Unfortunately, several new factors have fuelled tension between India and Pakistan. One of them is the way the Ajmal Kasab affair has been dealt with by both sides. The unnecessarily prolonged haggle over Kasab’s confessional statement merely exposed the size of the trust deficit. Was it impossible for India to supply Pakistan with an English translation of the court and police record in Marathi and was it impossible for Pakistan to get this work done?

Questions regarding the admissibility of a text not officially admitted by India could have been sorted out in due course. The two sides have to act in a spirit of cooperation to put the Mumbai outrage behind them. Pakistani authorities have been accusing India of interference in Balochistan and the tribal areas. One hopes they have much more credible evidence to support their charges than the use of Indian-made weapons by the Taliban in Waziristan or the receipt of some funds by the Baloch nationalists from Afghanistan.

The extremists’ access to arms manufactured in a particular country is no decisive proof of that country’s support for their cause and experts in money-laundering have considerable experience in using channels through any country. In any case, these complaints should be addressed on an urgent basis at India-Pakistan joint meetings.

This matter will assume greater seriousness as India’s relations with Afghanistan are likely to grow with faster speed than at present. If Pakistan succumbs to the temptation of opposing India’s overtures to Afghanistan it will only reduce the chances of normalisation of relations with both Afghanistan and India.

A better way of protecting Pakistan’s interests in a democratic Afghanistan would be to grant the latter its due place in South Asian councils and develop a regional response to the twin curse of foreign intervention and civil war that are perpetuating the Afghan people’s three decades-long tribulations. No single power can guarantee Afghanistan’s recovery and peaceful progress; the task can only be accomplished by countries in Afghanistan’s vicinity (all of them including Pakistan and India) acting in concert.

The significance of the fact that Mr Manmohan Singh chose to extend his hand of peace while on a visit to Srinagar is unlikely to be missed by Pakistani hawks. They will again advance settlement of the Kashmir issue as a precondition for normal relations with India.

Nobody can deny the importance of the Kashmir issue, especially to the people of Jammu and Kashmir who have been wronged by both India and Pakistan. But the disastrous consequences of sustaining a costly confrontation until the Kashmir issue is resolved are too apparent to permit persistence in this policy.

While talks to move towards a Kashmir settlement acceptable not only to India and Pakistan but also, and more essentially, to the people of Jammu and Kashmir, should continue, progress or setbacks in this area must not obstruct other initiatives for cementing India-Pakistan friendship and cooperation. More and more people are realising that a Kashmir settlement will follow India-Pakistan friendship and not precede it.

Above all, peace-loving people in both India and Pakistan are getting weary of meetings and talks that do not result in increasing India’s stakes in a stable and prosperous Pakistan and Pakistan’s stakes in a stable and prosperous India. Apart from giving a boost to India-Pakistan trade it is necessary to think of joint industrial ventures and meaningful cooperation in the fields of agriculture, education, health and culture.

It is possible that the current political crisis in Pakistan will be advanced by one side or another to put India-Pakistan bilateral talks on hold. The time for using such arguments has passed. In today’s situation the only sensible course is to press on with establishing peace in the subcontinent regardless of the political crises in either country or a change of regime here or there.

DAWN.COM | Columnists | Resume talks with India

"Last day"

“Today is the last day of an era past.”

 Its not easy to wake up each morning, facing the mirror and asking yourself some foolish looking question....

"Is it my last day?",

Is this the day my relatives will cry hard, very hard for me; is this the day i was born for; have i done all the things i were inteded to do; have i actually conveyed the love to every individual who loves me; have i fulfilled my dreams; have i yet had my true love.........................

..........................Have i been ordinary or extraordinary?

Will i still be doing the same things i have planned to do?

There could be some yes and some no, but after answering each of the questions that pop out in some still corner of my mind, the grey cells  still buzy in search for an answer to some of them and at the end all of this one feels like wandering in a blackhole of thoughts, questions, answers which run at an undetermined speed. And i end up rethinking if it is actually my last day ?

May be yes. Thats what i always think, because i am no spiritualist or a hand reader, i am no nearer to god than most of the people on this holy earth are. This makes me think what should i be doing if this happened to be my last day to make it the fullest. Whenever i find that there are too many nos in my answer i know that i have been wrong somewhere for what i should be doing if today is my last day, and believe me many a times i end up at a good job. The very thought of death removes the all the negatives and ignites what is actually i want. I remember a workshop i attended and i still feel thankful to the person who was conducting it in such a conducive atmosphere. He asked the students sitting, most of them in their early 20s  to close there eyes and concentrate on a point in their mind ( It is very difficult for a person in that age group to actually concentrate for long), so he continued. I saw a person coming towards me as i (all were directed and so did it) was being directed and suddenly i realised it was me in my late 30s. He comes to me and THANKS me for all the decisions that i have taken in my life that has landed him up to such a very confortable place, for the carnal things i avoided despite being attracted to them and then he leaves away, leaving certain unaswered questions with me. "What were those decisions"; "When have i taken them?"; "Were they successful, all of them?". I think that day before i do any work because that encourages me to fight any situation, to start from the beginning.

I guess we all are born to do something, some do it ordinarily and some in a extraordinarily fashion, i always try to end up at an extraordinary answer but always land up with an ordinary solution, but then this always fanticizes me to think of some other solution, the same way Edison had found 1000 ways of how to not make a bulb. There has been always one thing that i like about me and that is i has always hated being at the number two position, it leaves me terrified.

And every night till now, i have found my soul inside my body, still enlightening me from within and preparing for the next day to ask the same questions...

"Is this my last day?"

On my last day,
Will they know that i love them?
Surely they would.
They've all done the best
That they could.

All they need to do,
Is to use their good virtues,
And put them to good use.
They all think this is the start
Of something new,
This is just the continuance,
Of all their previous events.

This new road,
Is really going to be tough.
There's one last thing to do......
Ask myself a question, from my soul,

Have i fulfilled my goals, should i be satisfied.

There is a lot to learn from the Chinese !!

Recently China made a "bang" on the 60th National Day Parade, a year before it conveyed a clear message to the world community about its intentions.Tanks rolled through the heart of the city, and fighter planes scissored the skies, the People's Liberation Army revealing 52 new types of weapons, including its latest nuclear missiles – all made in China, even a matuer can guess what the communist Nation is thinking down the line, a greater say in the world affairs so far the key to which remains with the United States. It has not been over a night or a mere glimpse of the Indian eye, it took them decades to dramatically transform the so called unsuccessful communist approach (in those days) to what we now see the second biggest economy in the world. They have worked way ahead of us, China's GDP is more than two times the Indian, so what is the problem with us, why haven't we? Don't we thrive for more, or are we satisfied with what we have got so far.

Prime Minister Dr. Manmohan Singh, not so stentorian guy, a soft speech economist vis-a-vis politician, i guess he has still not got all the traits of being a true politician, but i hope he may be learning it fast, asked the sleeping, dull and lethargic planning commision to get from the bed and take some steps to focus on the key areas such as the Indian Railways. Nearly two decades away they were behind us and now they are way beyond us, in a mere span of twenty years they have well executed the projects on schedule.

http://www.hindustantimes.com/Let-s-take-China-track-on-rlys-PM/H1-Article1-466603.aspx

Thanks to the political system which has recognised at least well educated politicians to represent India, but other than this our buruecratic system seems to be comparable to worst in the world. We in east and specially in India are very good at copying the West, thanks the irresponsible Indian media which abjures all the technical knowledge of a human being, but what we have missed is Nation neghouring us and we have ignored it till now. The Chinese Government has lighted the nights of people whereas nealry 75% of Indian populations still lives under drastic conditions.

The Prime Minister must know that piecemeal directions like the one that he has given are not going to make the Indian Railways get ahead of, or even close to, the Chinese, ever. Their railways has not steamed ahead in isolation by accident. Nor has ours failed to get any real move on vital national projects like the two dedicated freight corridors, among many others, by chance or due to bad luck. Or because India is a democracy.

Something has to be done about the sloth and the lack of purpose and pride that afflicts every government department. Something has to be done to put a sense of time and urgency into decision-making and enforce accountability. Something has to be done to end the colonial disconnect between arms of the government and the people, and involve the latter more meaningfully in governance.

Even the Russians, recently 'blessed' by democracy, are not letting that model of governance blind them to the needs of their country. In 1949, the People's Republic of China was born with an ideology it had aped primarily from the erstwhile Soviet Union. Exactly 60 years later, the balance of economic and ideological power has reversed. But Russia is not sitting either on false pride or the idea of democracy. As per a report in The New York Times, it is openly looking at China as a role model. Russian Prime Minister Vladimir Putin is examining how his country can emulate China which has used a one-party system to not only keep the country well-governed but also drive unparalleled economic growth. The Russians are keen to learn lessons from the divergent paths taken by the two countries in the last couple of decades in which Russia has had to endure dark days while China has carried out a similar shift smoothly and powerfully. We should have been doing the same too.


Ask any foreigner about India and he can relate it to poverty and slums and diseases, whereas they have developed their minds with China as synonym of progress. So where are we wrong, horribly wrong !! We need to pin-point the whole burueacratic setup and implement plans on a new and progressive scale if we want to pioneers, we have always been slaves at least.

Wake Up !

 

Let us do some time travel , my third semester at IIT and my Mathematics course and Prof. Roshan Lal, not to stentorian, a class room full of 53 so called creams of this country, and suddenly the Prof. stopped on my name asking me to stand up, not a routine affair for me, i could not figure why this violent creature has choosen me to stand up. Anyways the story went on like this..

Prof: Are bhai, aapko kya lagta aapki attendance kitni hogi iis semester mein ?

Me : Sir, i guess itni to honi hi chaiye ki main exam mein baith saku....

( At IIT Roorkee 75% minimum attendance is required, otherwise a cool proffesor is what most students long for)

Prof: Waah, aapko to kaafi bharosa hai apne uupar, kamal hai !!

Me : (Silent, trying to laugh at my friends who were trying to laugh at me...you see this is a pretty weird situation when  there are endless muted recriminations )

Prof : Baith jao, aur exam mein baithna hai to baaki ki saari classes attend kar lena.. (with a cruel smile on him face )

Me: ( not able to understand the gravity of the situation and still laughing, unaware that i could cry in near future if i dont take this situation & show some gravitas) Yes sure sir, but could you let me know how many classes are left for me ?? (puzzled)

Prof: bilkul bata sakta huu, ab bas ek class bachi hai aapke liye,tabhi aapki attendance 75 % ho sakti hai, ab to bhagwan hi aapka maalik hai

Me:( Suddenly my heart started pumping at double the rated speed and i didnt knew what to say or may be how to feel, i saw a back paper coming !!) Ok Sir !

Everything turned grey for me after the session, i had not imagined a backlog coming my way, i was feeling ill and my hospice was the class that was to be held a day after. So, every second was like an hour for me, drowned in thoughts of the next class.....mixed intractable feelings flashed in my mind .....backlog....a letter to my parents...a lot of bellitling...another course.....another grade sheet mentioning the back....questions in my placements interviews....questions in my CAT interviews(if i was selected)....ashamed and hectored in front of fellow students....God knows how i retraced myself into the present. It was hard for me, i wanted a cicerone for letting me out of this trouble, i was buzy in my own thoughts, my D-day was to arrive, although i knew that my feelings were quite ephemeral and would not last long but then at that moment of time you don't know what you want to do !

The heat in the in the surroundings gradually cooling down, sun going towards the west filling the lithosphere and the places beyond in red orange, birds chirping and calling their relatives back home, gentle wind  filling the ambience with music of its own, the fan roaring some strange noises, vehicles passing in my rear-view but all that could not make me feel better, i was still at the same depth of the well in which i was just to get drowned and alas i could not do any better; yeah what i could do was to talk to my amigo's and sprinkle out some odd words for that humanitarian who had runied my day. But i didn't, just sat down alone, may be trying to coalesce with the almighty and praying to not do what he, i mean i thought was wrong for me.

Hours later, the darkenss inside me matched with those in surroundings, i picked up my cell phone and called everyone to WAKE ME UP for the class that held my destiny, turned on all types of alarms in all the electronic gadgets present nearby, hoping to get a sound asleep before hearing the judgement. Everyone went to bed and so did i, but i could not sleep, clock ticked 2 in the morning and what was i doing then, when the others were dreaming - some romancing, some having erotic, someone lavishly living, someone bereft of love, someone wet with horror, and all other kinds of social dreams. I went to get over the bottle of water, water could have let my throat go wet and my mind relax, blood cool and my heart run at the orthodox speed it does while we were sleep, how much water i needed more, already had three bottles. I jumped out in the balcony and thought of counting the stars present, i could recognise the Ursa Major and Pole star, hoped to get some more, so here was i, counted 8 stars so far and it continued, (you know it is the best pastime in the time, do sometime when you feel bored and lonely), 9,10,11,12,13...........101,201,301.....and then the confusion started, had i counted that one already or am i being presumtous? No, i have not counted that again; it wont matter. I dont remember how much i counted, but what i remember i just crossed the 1000 around 4.30.....and then i slept.......not aware that i was near to missing my dream class (which was the 8 AM class), i may have slept in my dreams, i dont remember, i could not hear the phone bells ringing or the alarms cacophony; there in my dream i felt someone calling my name and said " WAKE UP", you would miss your class, i dont remember it was a male or female,white or black or brown, i liked resisting to be awake, it then punched in my face, and i was there, sucking nostrils full of air that then rushed to my lungs to get more oxygen to supply to my heart which had quadrupled its pumping speed, i guess, to supply more fresh blood to my brain, which was having some telepathetic conversation with someone i didnt recognized. I looked up at the watch which read 8.05 AM, realising i was in a great trouble, ran straight to brush and then to cycle, no need to redress as i was wearing a decent one when i was trying to sleep last night, thinking to avoid this particular item from my itinerary on the D-day, turned the nitrobooster on and flashed like a jet.

When i reached the class, it was over, no one present, started feeling to cry at my heart but could not avow my feelings, rused to the teachers room and found some others like me wandering near the proffesors cabin, he called us one by one and gave asked for some execuse why he should not deprive of the end-term examination, and then converted some dot to "P", that letter i would never forget in my life which brought joy and laugh on my face, i felt at being on top of the world and wanted to hug someone, its like you just saw GOD and wanted to discuss how he talked to you with someone on this holy earth.

I thanked that "it", whatever it was for waking me up ! I know you are always there when one needs help, i know you always will and for that we will always love and worship you.

In rememberance!!

I spent last day watching a movie " Marley and Me", which went on with a true and pure relationship between a dog and his master. It made those historical memories buried somewhere in my hippocampus to come into being; of my pet rabbit, i could hardly remember what i used to call him, his face. I could only remember is how we used to quarrel with each other for hours. He was a not exactly a pacifist when we were fighting but in all other ways he was a "Mahatma". He was one of the best things that was going in my life at that time. He was white as snow,red eyes and those two ever-standing years, white beard and some moustaches, he looked like an angel friend to me. I dont remember anymore how he used to call me, what i have with me is the love we shared together and will live in my heart.

I could still remember my alcarity to have him in my hands when my uncle first brought him to our home, he was very small, perhaps the size of a human palm, fast asleep in his dreams. I wondered how two of us would go, he was not so amiable but as time passed on, we coalesced, he became amenable. I was probably in the third grade or so when he became a part of our family, my best pal, we used to eat together, watch my favourite cartoons, i personally contrived for all his basic amneties and almost had copious time for him insoite of my hetic school days, its like we were both contingent on each other. I remember him recieving on the gate after school hours and the alacrity in me to welcome him with my arms open. He was very smart, he used to do the personal schedule at a very specific spot which would be later cleaned up, i dont know how these creatures respond to us but there is one thing that bound us, the care, devotion and love we have for each other. I construed all his signals, i remember his grunting and coming behing me all over (sometimes even in private places), we shared contiguous beds but i loved to keep him beside me. I can still feel the taste of the carrots that we shared, he could literally do anything for a carrot and that used to be my fun time, you can hold him down by his ears, apropos from the above timings he would bite you hard with his canines if one even dares too indulge in some argument with him.

I dont remember how many years we shared our brotherhood, because i thought he was with me forever and ever and times after that ever, but i was wrong, there is someone above us who takes care of everything, the catalyst of our unconditional love, but i cannot think of why sometimes he behaves in a style that shivers someone from within, life becomes a caricature, bereft hence forth. Noone can ever jufge his capricious and inevitable judgements, may be i am sounding like a callow but i know candor lies at my heart when feelings flow out of me when i remeber him. I dont understand human having a cynic attitude, may be thats how GOD made them; bureaucratic, adamant.

It was saturday if my memory serves me right, when i last felt him in my lap, had a usual quarrel with him, he got some tiny slaps on his cuty cheeks, got kissed and then i went to play. He was fine at that time, but you know there is something that is above that anybody on this mother earth can imagine and understand, i didn't had the slighest idea that i would return home that day only to find his corpse there leaving me to cry like hell, his soul wandering in the air trying to coalesce with mine, complementing mine. It was hard to control me at that time, my tears could have filled an ocean, i could feel my heart at my mouth pounding back and forth, but there was nothing i could do for him. He was gone, gone with the winds to his last destination, somewhere no living being can go; its like poison, you can't decide about the taste until you have a sip and then you are gone for ever.

You see, a pet has no likes for fancy cars....or big homes or designer clothes. A pet doesn't care if you're rich or poor..clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give 'em your heart and he'll give you his. How many people can you say that about? How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special? How many people can make you feel... extraordinary?

I would like to dedicate this post to him, whose memories cherish me till date and will do forever and ever !!

Holy Politics !!

There is a cliche in our Indian mythology, alothough the new one, that if you want to nourish on the papers having Mahatma Gandhiji's picture, there are only three roadways leading there : Business, Bollywood and Politics. Politics has always been a fanticizing thing for me. It’s the most obvious symbol of power in India and no one has said this more eloquently but the current days politicians. I was abjected towards our politicians, but now some charisma drew them together on a new stage, probably a drama stage or may be am exaggerating but after the chagrin that government faced after media thrased two of its cabinet ministers ( would not like to name them ) when they were spending the bourgeois's wallet in their 5 star stay. The cacophony from the media censuring the delicious stay of the two grew at an exponential rate. Both of them were belittled by Hon. Finance Minister of India . The new politics of austerity is filling the ambience of this country, mentioning austerity one can't forget the Father of the Nation Mahatma Gandhi, although he was much clever and pacifist than our ministers today and he used austerity, like non violence, as a convincing political tool. He gave up his Savile Row suits and dressed up as what Churchill disparagingly described as the Naked Fakir. But it was this Naked Fakir who managed to win us our Independence by using those very weapons Churchill had once laughed at: Non violence, austerity, tolerance, simplicity. In Gandhi’s hands, each of them became powerful metaphors of change.

So taking a note of Mahatma's action, the ministers are flying in economy class, i heard one of the ministers quoating in a national daily that he would not fit in the small seats of economy class, O.M.G, we are having the country has produced more than one Khali's as it seems that only a person of his built is unsuitable for economy's class seat. Some tend to exihibit candor that the public travelling with them dont let them carry of their work, others have followed with a callow action. Health minister Gulab Nabi Azad was in Jaipur to open up something, organised laviously in a 5 star hotel with per day cost of more than 3 lacs and lunch and dinner amounting to 1500 and 1800 per head excluding the taxes, when it was the turn to clear the bill, the bill was sent for government clearance. When questioned he passed on by asking to media to highlight the good things of the convention, how can one situp if you are ruining his pocket one should ask Mr. Azad. Sources from the media have said the same convention could have taken at half the cost.

I read a daily quoating " Figures show that travel bills run up by our Union ministers form 75% of the annual expenditure of Rs 182 crore incurred on them. Salaries add up to barely 1%, which explains why they pay so little tax. If you add the actual rental value of the sprawling bungalows they occupy in Lutyens Delhi, the figure will be three times that. The upkeep of our President is even costlier. Her salary is barely 0.3% of the total money spent on her and that doesn’t include the perquisite value of the 360 room feudal residence she occupies, the world’s biggest home for any head of state. The rose garden alone could outbid Nariman Point. " Such is an enourmous stay of our ministers when there are uncountable still waiting for a shadow. Well, i agree that President and Prime Minister should be entitled to extreme confort but should it also be the same for their ministers.

Our feudal politics encourages them to do so. I’m lauding the sudden rediscovery of austerity in public life, But it’s still interesting to watch the issue being debated and Pranab Mukherji, like Mamta Banerjee and AK Anthony, is already travelling economy. and so does Sonia and Rahul very soon, I’m sure. For the FM would not have gone out on a limb to annoy his colleagues unless he had the tacit support of the Congress President and the PM. It also means this huge phalanx of ministers, with more to soon join them, will probably think twice before they indulge themselves on the taxes you and I pay in these difficult times.

" Long Live DEMOCRACY "

Love

To define Love, if anyone asks, i would rather say it is pretty arduous to alloy it with words. Love has no boundaries, no sound; it is same when a cow loves its calf, when a mother feeds her baby, when a father hugs his child, when this wind touches us shivering us within, when this fire lightens our face, when one laughs, when one cries, when one is born and when one leaves this world closing their eyes forever, what is left behind is love shared. Indeed we rarely talk about love in its archetype, modern era has contained its meaning, it is a feeling that assuades away all the anguish, i beleive it is apotheosis of humankind.

You see we are governed by Gravitational forces, as pointed out by Sir Issaec Newton, but beyond something science fails to predict the facts, Love is also governed by the same forces, every human being is attracted or repelled by any other hot-blooded creature by the same forces. It decreases with distance but then the masses in the numerator cancel the distance effect, by masses one can mean the love bond they share, it gains it peak when we are away from the one we love. Let us hear an story, about how Love changes the course of anything.

There was a plant long ago, although it had just grown up from the seeds, started realising the emptyness that he felt within, although he was aristocratic, fed with water and nutrients by the mother nature, whom he loved dearly, he was somehow bonded in this matrix, aren't all of us bonded in this matrix.

To understand , what matrix i am talking about, let me give you an example, you are reading this blog on your computer, someone made the hardware and someone the software, that enables you to use your computer, imagine this on a bigger scale. Consider yourself as one of the pixels that makes this screen of your computer shine, God has made the hardware and software with which we have attached ourself. This is an infinite pixels computer in which we are living in, and all pixels bound together. If something goes wrong with the software, in this case our feelings, some parts go black.

So, the plant understood the artifice of mother nature and tried to close his vent, to assimilate all the love from his ambience but found it difficult, days passed by and after sometime a goat started paying regular visits to the area in which the plant grew up, something was common in both of them, the very touch of the goat appeased the plant, he felt almost like in heaven, and so did the goat. The goat didnt ate the leaves of the plants she had started to like. The plant roared with the winds dancing in style when he saw the goat, he would have loved to express his feelings but feared of being eaten up if the goat rejected his proposal, and as usual the goat being a female wanted to be proposed and not propose. This went on for quite a long, but there was someone behind the scene who didnt liked the budding love story, a rock living nearby. It was big, black rock as big as a mountain for both of them, he was no longer amiable to the plant or to the goat, he now changed the course of wind, so that the plant would not get the fresh air. The plant started dying because of this, he stopped taking nutrients from the mother nature, mother was appaled at his situation. She didnt had any way to make that big rock who was acting as a stubborn villain stop doing his cruel deeds. Noticing the detoriation in the health of the plant, the goat also stopped taking food, she felt like aloof, her days past sitting beside the rock crying and crying for help and mercy, but this didnt served the very purpose of the rock. This made him happy and more passionate towards his goal, which was to destroy the love between them.

The goat fearing the death of her love, started giving air to the plant by her mouth, she ran away kilometers to get him the fresh air, this made the rock more jealous, and he blocked the only way to the plant, the other being a river. Mother nature had not options, but to cry and only see one of her sons giggling and the other ready to meet the almighty, asking for help, he didnt wanted to die like this, the mother nature was clueless afterall she can't discriminate between her children. The goat came till the rock, and expressed her love for the plant, the plant in return shared his love to the goat, but the two lovers weren't satisfied with this, afterall they had seen dreams of being together in this life and after this life. So, the goat swam the river only to reach the plant, and started crying to see that her love would only last a few days. She passed her days beside the plant, serving him like a saint, loving her from within. The foolish rock didnt had any idea what love is, and so he had his share of enjoyment watching both the lovers crying in each others arm.

Few days later, both of them died aligned in each other. This made the rock realize the pain that he had caused to both of them. He stood to their feet, and asked to wake up, but alas there was no answer! The rock felt abated, abdicated, abhored himself, abjected. The only thing he could do was to cry and cry and to live to say the tale of the two lovers.


"Love has no boundaries, it is passionate, doesnot understands any animosity, is pure, only we can feel it, cant see it!"