युवा हिंदुस्तानी, एक शुरुआत

युवा हिंदुस्तानी...

एक शुरुआत...

....ये कोई शुरूआत नहीं है...न ही कोई मिशन..बल्कि ये एक नजरिया है...एक सोच है...जो वक्त की आपाधापी में ज़हन से दूर हो चुकी है... धुंधली ही सही...लेकिन वो सोच अब भी जिन्दा है.....ये वो सवाल है...जिसका जवाब हम जानते हैं...लेकिन देना नहीं चाहते....ये राह है...जो हमने देखी है...लेकिन चलना नहीं चाहते...ये वो बदलाव है..जो हमें पसंद है...लेकिन हम बदलना नहीं चाहते..

कभी सोचा है क्यों...

तिरंगा....इस

शब्द को सोचो...समझो........ताकत खुद-ब-खुद बढ़ जाएगी...रंगों में बहता खून खुद बा खुद खौलने लगेगा....क्यों एक सिपाही सरहद पर जान देने को तैयार है...शायद ये इन तीन रंगों के पीछे छिपा एक जज्बा ही तो है कि सियाचीन की बर्फीली पहाड़ियों पर एक सिपाही अपनी हड्डियां गला देता है......क्यों परदेस में हमें खुद के भारतीय होने पर गर्व होता.....क्यों हमारे हाथ में जब तिरंगा होता है..तो हम उसे झुकने नहीं देते......गिरने नहीं देते....वजह है....इस तिरंगे से लिपटे... तीन रंग....जो हमारे शरीर, लहू और आत्मा की पहचान हैं.

बात देश को बदलने की नहीं है...देश वैसा ही है जैसा बरसों पहले था...कुछ बदल है..तो हम...कुछ बदला है तो हमारी सोच....सोच बदलेगी तो क्रांति फिर आएगी...फिर बसंती रंग आंखों पर छाएगा...सोने की चिड़िया फिर चहचहाएगी...

युवा हिन्दुस्तानी...ये बस नाम नहीं है...बल्कि ये एक अहसास है...कि हम सभी के अंदर आज भी एक हिन्दुस्तानी बसता है...जो आवाज़ देता है..लेकिन हम उसे बाहर नहीं आने देते..ये सोचकर कि आज वक्त नहीं है...आज ऑफिस जाना है...आज का दिन परिवार के लिए है...आज दोस्त से मिलना है......हम आपको आपको असली दोस्त से मिलवाना चाहते हैं...हम आप को आप से मिलवाना चाहते हैं....हम उस चीख को , जो आपके अंदर से उठती है...आपकी आवाज़ बनाना चाहते हैं...हम आपकी पहचान को..आपकी ताकत बनाना चाहते हैं...

भारत माता की जय...

The Law Of The Garbage Truck

How often do you let other people's nonsense change your mood?Do you let a bad driver, rude waiter, curt boss, or an insensitive employee ruin your day? Unless you're the Terminator, for an instant, you're probably set back on your heels. However, the mark of a successful person is how quickly she/he can get back her/his focus on what's important.

One year ago I learned this lesson. I learned it in the back of a taxicab in London.
Here's what happened:I hopped in a taxi and we took off for Indianapolis Airport. We were driving in the right lane when, all of a sudden, a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his breaks, skidded, and missed the other car's back end by just inches!The driver of the other car, the guy who almost caused a big accident, whipped his head around and he started yelling bad words at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And, I mean, he was friendly.So, I said, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!' And this is when my taxi driver told me what I now call,

'The Law of the Garbage Truck.'“Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it. And if you let them, they'll dump it on you. When someone wants to dump on you, don't take it personally. You just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. You'll be happy you did.”

So this was it: The 'Law of the Garbage Truck.' I started thinking, how often do I let Garbage Trucks run right over me? And how often do I take their garbage and spread it to other people: at work, at home, on the streets?It was that day I said, 'I'm not going to do it anymore.'I began to see garbage trucks. Like in the movie 'The Sixth Sense,' the little boy said, 'I see Dead People.' Well, now 'I see Garbage Trucks.' I see the load they're carrying. I see them coming to drop it off. And like my taxi driver, I don't make it a personal thing; I just smile, wave, wish them well, and I move on.Good leaders know they have to be ready for their next meeting. Good parents know that they have to welcome their children home from school with hugs and kisses. Leaders and parents know that they have to be fully present, and at their best, for the people they care about.The bottom line is that successful people do not let Garbage Trucks take over their day.What about you?What would happen in your life, starting today, if you let more garbage trucks pass you by?You'll be happier.Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don't.

Believe that everything happens for a reason.If you get a chance, TAKE IT! If it changes your life, LET IT! Nobody said it would be easy. They just promised it would be worth it!

Namaste!!!

Never forget, where you came from..

Latiff was the poorest beggar of the village. Every night he slept in the hall of a different house, in front of the town square.Every day he had a short rest under a different tree, with a widespread hand and a far away look in his thoughts. Every evening he would eat the alms or the crusts that some charitable person brought over to him.Without embargo, in spite of his aspect and the way his days happened, Latiff was considered by all to be the wisest man of town, perhaps not so much because of his intelligence, but by what he had lived.One sunny morning the king appeared in the square, surrounded by his guards, walking between the fruits and trinkets looking for nothing.Laughing at the merchants and at the buyers, the king and his entourage almost stumbled over Latiff, who was dozing in the shade of a holm oak. Someone told the king that he was in front of the poorest of his subdits, but also in front of one of the most respected men because of his knowledge.The king, entertained, approached the beggar and said to him, "If you answer my question, I will give you this golden coin."Latiff looked at it, almost contemptuously, and said to him, "You can keep your coin, what will I do with it anyway? What is your question?"The king felt defied by the response and instead of a banal question, he asked a question that was bothering him for days and that he could not solve; a problem of goods and resources that analysts had not solved for him.Latiff's response was wise and creative. The king was surprised; he left the coin at the feet of the beggar and continued on his way to the market, pondering the events.The next day he came back directly to where Latiff was resting; this time under an olive grove. Again the king posed a question and again Latiff answered it rapidly and wisely. The king was surprised again at so much intelligence. In a humble act, he took off his sandals and sat in front of Latiff."Latiff, I need you", the king said to him. "I am overwhelmed by the decisions that as king I must make. I do not want to harm my people and neither do I want to be an evil king. I ask you to come to the palace to be my adviser. I promise you that you should not fear at all, that you will be respected and that you will be able to leave whenever you want... Please."Whether it was out of compassion, for service or for surprise, Latiff, after thinking a few minutes, accepted the proposal of the king.That same evening Latiff came into the palace, where immediately a luxurious room was assigned to him. The room was close to the king's room and had a tub filled with essences and lukewarm water waiting for him.During the following weeks the consultations with the king became habitual. Every day, in the morning, and in the evening, the monarch ordered his new adviser to consult him on the problems of the kingdom, on his own life or on his spiritual doubts.Latiff always answered with clarity and precision and became the favourite speaker of the king. Three months after his arrival, there wasn't any decision made by the monarch without consulting his valued adviser first.Obviously this unleashed the jealousy of all the other advisers. They saw in the beggar a threat against their own influences.One day all of the advisers asked for a private hearing with the king. Very circumspect and with gravity they said to him, "Your friend Latif, as you call him, is conspiring to demolish you."The king said, "I cannot believe it.""You can confirm it with your own eyes", they said. "Every evening, at about five o'clock, Latiff slinks away from the palace up to the south wing and he enters a dark room. He meets with someone undercover, we do not know with whom. We have asked him where he was going all these evenings. He gave us evasive answers. His attitude alerted us to his conspiracy."The king felt defrauded and hurt. He had to confirm these versions.That evening, at five o'clock, he was waiting for Latiff under the stairs. He saw Latiff come to the door and look all around, with the key hanging from his neck. He opened the wooden door and slinked secretly into the room."Did you see him?" The other advisers shouted. "You saw him?"Followed by his personal guard, the monarch struck the door."Who is it?" Latiff asked from the inside."I am the King" he said, "Open the door to me."Latiff opened the door. There was nobody inside, except Latiff. No other doors or windows, no secret doors or any furniture where someone could hide.Inside the room, there was only a worn out wooden plate; in a corner, a walking stick and in the center of the room a shabby tunic hanging by a hook in the roof."Are you conspiring against me Latiff?" the King asked."How could I, your Majesty?" Latiff answered. "No way. Why would I do that? Only six months ago, when I first came here, the only thing that I had was this tunic, this plate and this walking stick. Now I feel so comfortable in the clothes that I wear, I feel so comfortable with the bed that I sleep in, I am so flattered by the respect that you give me and so fascinated by the power you allow me... to be close you ... that I come here every day to touch this old tunic to make sure that I do Remember...WHO I AM AND WHERE I CAME FROM.True:We must never forget who we are and where we come from; life turns and we can always return to the same place.

A Beginning..

It's a beginning of an end. An end which we see every day in our life, but we chose to ignore it. It's high time now to act, we, The Yuva Hindustani have decided to stand against it. We are a committed group of young journalists who want to bring change. We are not going to protest or taking out any street march, but we'll question, we'll question each and everything which is somehow connected to life of an AAM AADMI.