Moksh means enlightenment which comes through complete detachments from parents, friends and loved ones……..detachments means no special bonding……..means every1 is same….parents , friends and the person sitting next 2 u in the train……all u care is that u don’t get attached with some1 and no 1 gets attached to you………but that’s hardly possible…..u may just hurt sum1 when your not attached……coz u seem more or less indifferent….and that might break some ones heart……so that is also a sin……..coz its inhuman to just think about your self……your attainment of moksh…..would just hurt their feelings….. as they know only to love……and that’s their good religion and philosophies………and so they expect you to be also as attached as they are…… but you don’t wanna loose anything……… the bottom line is what do you want?
Well I may want money, fame, food, expensive goods and what not……..but I need none……will they give me ultimate pleasure?
Nah each of them come with equal amount of problems…..weather money, fame or may it be just some food……….so does need or say want for moksh comes with equal amount of problems………so is that what I want?
May be no……I wanna care less about after world………I just know attachments lead to detachments……..as they are complimentary……so its better 2 except all attachments with its complimentary partner detachments……..so if there is an acceptance for detachments…..then u will never spend lots of time in getting over it……coz the destined time with a person place or thing is over and hence time must go on……..
So it does not mean that you should not attach your self with anything……..because attachments do make you feel good at the end of the day……what hurts is detachments……so why not accept it b4 it hurts you?........
anyways……..its inhuman to hurt your loved ones………and why detach b4 the time arrives?
So just tell them how much they mean to u……b4 u loose them for ever…..may be your ready for it but they aren’t………..so for them………just express that u care……..and your not indifferent……your just learning……your a kid……and u need them….

Computer ki screen, yeh chuhe sa mouse
Yeh key board aur yeh sharbat ka glass
Kuch nahi keh raha hai……
Bas yeh speakers koi gaana gun guna rahe hai,
Hindi, telgu angrezi ya gujrati
Bhasha koi bhi ho…agar geet pasand na aaye toh geet badal deti hoon
Par yeh bichare speakers ko thakne nahi deti hoon
Raat- din- raat bijli jalati hoon
Is orkut pe baith kar kya ukhad paati hoon?
Agar kuch bijli… mein bhi bachalu
toh who Vidharbh mein baitha kisan atmahatya na kar payega
Yeh jaan kar bhi roz facebook ka who web page khol dalti hoon

Is .com se kab bahar aayenge?
Virtuality mein jeete jeete reality ko kab apnayenge?
Materialism ki baatein karte hain har roz….
mc. donalds mein burger khate hai har roz…..
ravi shnkar kaun hai yeh toh nahi jaante hai…
aerosmith ko sun ne ke liye banglore tak bhagte hai…
mein insaan hoon ya koi metal robot?
Kisi ki taklif ka karan toh nahi main,
Par kisi ki taklif ka hal bhi nahi main….

Keetabon ko padhte padhte
graphics ki duniya mein chali jaati hoon
keetabon mein bhi video game ka maza paati hoon
harry potter ko padhte padhte
harivansh rai ki keetab
book shelf ke kisi kone mein rakh aati hoon
mahadevi varma ki who kahaniya bhool gayi hoon main
aaj kal seagull ke saath puri raat bitati hoon

Today, when I sit lonely…glaring at the rain drops, and smelling the strong aroma of the coffee…I go back in my past and look at all the changes that have come within me & I can’t help laughing out loud………I go back in my school days when I so desperately wanted the school to end so I could step into a new world, make new friends and live a new life all together……when that day arrived I cried my heart out….as I was attached to my friends, school, teachers, class-room etc etc….. the first day of college was full of excitement…..I made new friends, and got attached to this new institution…….now I shall weep when I leave these friends, teachers and the class rooms
Years have passed…..gossips and whose he-she discussions hav changed to philosophies of life and now we ask “who are we”…….Hitler teachers have become pals….and snobs of the class have become acquaintances…..little fights have taught us how to forgive and forget……samosa’s have become cold and the Chinese combo does not taste like plastic anymore……the whole annex building has come down……the ladies common room where boys rested most of the time is no more……new annex watchman has replaced mamu….rajesh asks for the id these days…….now all of us hang the jai-hind id on our chest….and just exclaim “ how tacky”……we miss the home ground and all those Malhar and Ipta practices……those care free kids are now confused about their futures….those bitchy faces have changed to friendly ones and resemble yours now as all realize we sail in the same ship and life is out side college…..we were juniors and heard lectures……we have become seniors and we give lectures ……dudes have become humans now…. And they glare at the J.C crowd and say “Ah! Kids”…… pals have become best friends and good friends have become yesterdays……crushes have become friend’s boy friend….and that person whom we loved truly will become our past…..
Today I learn that changes are inevitable…..and tomorrow I may forget this….as I forgot my school, my friends, my teachers…I shall forget my college, friends and teachers too…. Attachments make you weep….and trust me those are the most fucking dreadful nights you spend in your life……….
Remember those nights when your teacher got retired or changed the institution? Remember those nights you spent in order to forget your first love which couldn’t be yours? Remember those nites u spent after you fought with your best friend and you thought you wouldn’t talk to him or her again? Remember those nights you spent when your closest pal left for over sea’s studies to America, London or Australia? Remember those nights when your friend broke your trust? Remember those nights when you had your first break up?
Attachments….whether with things, places or people….make you feel sad at the end of the day…….years will pass by and life would become more disgusting….m not talking about the rat race or the 9-5 job….nor m a talking about expectations and friends or goals and success in life…… m simply talking about attachments……
We still hope that these friends would be friends for ever…..and cry on our day of graduation as we leave the college….we will go ahead in life…..become busy…..some times miss them and recall those old memories…..and wait for some one to organize a re union……get married, have children…send them to school… then college….and then get them married too….and then they will go through the same cycle of attachments and detachments…..and we will just spread out cynical smiles…..and say life is still the same