Just try

The times we waste waiting, What we desire the most flees, If we had only tried our best, We wouldnt be tagged like the rest.
Show what you are,
Dont shy away,
Try your utter best,
For everything is a test.
Time we say is our friend,
Not forever though you see,
When the sand is about to end,
We let out a loud cry,
Alas, time why did you say goodbye?
So rush ahead and take the plunge,
No one will question why,
For you arent a coward now,
As you the warrior that did try.

Mother: An inexplicable definition of love

Hello friends, had some free time on me and since its been too long writing something for Our blog I decided to throw in a few lines depicting two characters. A mother and a son. This post is not a short story nor a poem nor is it lyrical in any manner. Its basically a few thoughts that came into my mind when I heard from one of my friend a story of a cruel son who killed her mother and took out her heart for the women he loved. Upon hearing the horrifying story I remained aghast for a few moments.
I am sure that you guys might have heard it from your elders or read it somewhere. But the question is are we really what our parents wanted us to be ? Can we be a supporting pillar of our parents ? Do we possess any quality or trait of our parents ? Did we inherit the love giving from our mother ?
I pondered over the same questions a hundredth times, reminding myself to find an answer to these questions !
Alas ! The answer couldn't be found in the fold of our mind. Because parents, and a mother in particular doesn't think before she gives birth to a child, doesn't think before she feeds her milk to her offspring, doesn't think when she teaches her child to talk. Hence the child remains blinded, not realizing his mothers love. Thus the answer to the questions was just a Yes in love, unconditional love. Because all your parents expect from you is love.

"Remember the day that you were born,
Lay in the cradle so helpless,
The world far from the reach of your thoughts,
Your hands and legs weren't yours,
There were no dreams about the world in your eyes,
All you knew was to cry and sob
To drink milk and sleep was your job.

Your mother held your hand and taught you to walk,
Your mother had placed you in the locks of her heart,
In the lap and shade of your mother you grew and flew like a moth,
You started growing within a fraction of time,
Slowly as the time passed by you turned into an adult from a juvenile,
And the whole world seemed graceful to you.

You started showing the strength of your arms,
Started showing your accuracy of speech to the one who taught you to speak,
Started dressing, caressing by yourself.
One day you saw a girl and fell for her beauty,
And then she became your bride and walked into your home,
You started getting away from the people of your own,
Sowing the seed of hatred by your own.
Alas, you started forgetting your mother and father,
Launching the spheres of hatred upon your parents,
Words for words you started a quarrel,
Reading a covenant that was new to you.

Remember the day that your mother had said you once,
That I cannot live without you oh my son,
Upon hearing this your nerves started to swell,
Your anger exceeding the level of your tolerance.

Angry and furious you said to your mother,
I was silent, still and tolerant,
Today I say to you, leave me alone
Break all the bonds that we share,
Go and get a living for yourself,
People die but death never comes to you.
Seated in a corner, your parents had started filling their life with tears,
Yet their tears dint reflect guilt upon you,
And than there was a day that your father left the world sulkily,
How your mother was broken and shattered into pieces.

In the state of helplessness, she kept calling for her death,
Life had now started treating badly,
One day even death felt piteous,
Fate had fell for her sobs and tears,
Shining tears in the eyes, she passed bidding good bye.

Just a hiccup turned to be the reason for death,
There was a faint smile on her lips,
A sign of peace on her face,
And than you were dressing her in a shroud.

Years passed by and you are old now,
Lay on the broken bed you have become week and old now,
Your childrens are now fearless and disrespectful,
Hatred filled they dont love you,
In an agonizing pain you cry out loud, oh my mother, oh my mother.

(Dard me tu pukaare ke oh meri maa).
PS: Be grateful to your parents, without them the world seems nothing.
Be kind to them for kindness is act of worship.
Be respectful, for one day you will have childrens of your own.
- Ayan Khan

Will you be my valentine ?

As I sit back to pen many a line,
Glimpses of you sway in my mind,
Though we never did share a kiss,
That cheerful face I'll always miss.
Argue alot we have, that I can't deny,
Yet your beauty fogs up my eyes,
Many a difference we have that's a fact,
But didnt physics teach us, opposites attract?
Friends we are, forever that may not change,
Atleast we can still meet up from time  to time,
Yes, we are many a mile apart,
Alas, you hold a special place in my heart.
Life is too short to dwell upon,
So I don't want this to be very long,
For this might be the last time,
I get to ask, "Will you be my valentine?"
#Asad #Ayanthenewauthor
#VdayPoem

Islamic views on Jesus Christ

In Islam, Jesus is considered a great Prophet of God, and is greatly respected. Over one billion Muslims
around the world love and respect
Jesus as an important prophet of God. Most Christians however, view
Jesus as part of a triune God.and also the begotten son of God. To
get to the bottom of this, who better
to ask then those that lived in the time of Jesus ?
How was Jesus viewed in his lifetime?
Bible-Matthew 14:5
"And when he would have put him to
death, he feared the multitude, because they counted him as a prophet."
Matthew 21:11
"And the multitude said, This is Jesus the prophet of Nazareth of Galilee."
Matthew 21:46
"But when they sought to lay hands on him, they feared the multitude,
because they took him for a prophet."
Luke 24:19
"And he said unto them, What things?
And they said unto him, Concerning
Jesus of Nazareth, which was a
prophet mighty in deed and word
before God and all the people"
John 4:9
"The woman saith unto him, Sir, I
perceive that thou art a prophet."
John 6:14
"Then those men, when they had seen the miracle that Jesus did, said, This is of a truth that prophet that should come into the world."

John 7:40
"Many of the people therefore, when they heard this saying, said, Of a truth this is the Prophet."
How did Jesus describe
himself?
Bible-Matthew 13:57"
And they were offended in him. But Jesus said unto them, A prophet is not without honour, safe in his own country, and in his own house."
Luke 13:33
"Nevertheless I must walk to day, and tomorrow, and the day following: for it cannot be that a prophet perish out of Jerusalem."
Verses in the Bible where Jesus
describes himself as God:
Nothing
Verses in the Bible where the disciples describe him as God:
Nothing
Verses in the Bible where people
describe him as God:
Nothing.
Ps: This post is just a conclusive study on the islamic views on Jesus christ. It doesn't intend to hurt the emotions or sentiments of any individual or group.

Zealot : The life and time of Jesus of Nazareth by Reza Aslan

Oh God who art in the heaven, hallowed be thy name.
Jesus christ, a child born helpless in the land of the jews, a land of gods chosen people, a land of prophets and messenger.
The Holy christ revered throughout the world, as a God, as a prophet, as the messiah (the saviour of humanity), loved the world and its people. Sacrificed his life for the sins of the people.
The Holy bible quotes this Godloved man as;
"Behold, the virgin shall be with child and bear a son, and they shall name him Emmanuel"
-Matthew 1:23
"Jesus is the way, the life, and the truth. None can go to God except through him"
-John 14:16
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Dc7R80Hxfk&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Happy new year 2014

Clutching hands, entwining fingers,
romantic stares, seductive touches,
lovely dates.... It was all what I
could find to describe a year with
you... The seed of our love sown...
The flower of our love, blossomed...
Loads of understandings and
misunderstandings... And then, the turning point of them all, our turning into one.. Our marriage... A promise
that was made, to keep forever... A life, that only consists of us... The
fairytale life we dreamt of... And as
we ride this rollercoaster, a year
passed by... A life well led, Today
as I look up to you, kissing away
every sorrow, pain, regret; and the
clock ticks 12 and it brings utter bliss. The year together has come to an end, and yet it has brought another year for our love to bloom again. To you my love i express my adorn, for the year together that you had me through the forlorn.
Thus you made me what i am, brought from a solitude prison to an unfastened abode. The year ahead has yet new plans akin and another 365 days for our love so serene.
The clock now chimming 12 and the sky churning A HAPPY NEW YEAR.

The Stranger talks about his books and more

This interview is something special not because it is an interview with a bestselling author but just because this is an interview of THE STRANGER. Yes, THE STRANGER or THE STORYTELLER as we call him, here is K Hari Kumar in conversation with Ayan Khan.

Before starting the interview let me give you a brief glance as what The Stranger really is. K Hari Kumar is a story teller by heart. He likes telling stories in all possible formats. His passion includes, Photograhy, writing, directing. A few of his works have been nominated for International Awards. When Strangers Meet is his debut novel which is also an interpretation of his first short film- My Name Is Iyer. So, here is how the interview goes-

Ayan- Tell us a little about yourself and your background?

Hari- The name is Hari, a social outcast living in a south India Countryside.

Ayan- How were you like at school?

Hari- More of a studious type until tenth grade. A change in school brought the better out of me, High school was the best time of my life.

Ayan-What are your ambitions for your writing career?

Hari- I too had a love story, in fact I had five of them... but I won’t be writing about that. I like and wish to keep writing extraordinary stories of ordinary people that entertain and inspires, nothing more, and nothing less.

Ayan- Which writer inspires you?

Hari- Dan Brown and Paulo Coelho concentrated on my passion while it was Dahl and Doyle who paved my initial path as a child.

Ayan- If you weren’t a writer, what would u choose to be?

Hari- A human being (not an outcast :D )

Ayan- What does the title of your book suggest?

Hari- Suggests the premise of the story. We encounter strangers in our everyday life, however, very few leave a lifetime impact. The story is about one such encounter.

Ayan- Give us an insight into your main character. What does he/she do that is so special?

Hari- Iyer, the protagonist, is a wise cracking, quick witted middle aged south Indian. He’s special coz he’s an ordinary human.

Ayan- What genre are your books? What draws you to this genre?

Hari- I like commercial thrillers mostly. The very chill of a thriller drags me.

Ayan- Does your book contain any social message for the readers?

Hari- Depends on the reader. However, my book talks about generation gap and problems faced by our youth. How immature decisions can mess up your life and why we should respect the experience of our parents.

Ayan- What do you have to say about the critics and how do you handle personal criticism?

Hari- I am my worst critic. I am sure, any other criticism will come second to my own.

Ayan- Does film making draw your attention more than writing?

Hari- Its just another medium of storytelling.

Ayan- What are your short films about? And what do they convey to the viewers?

Hari- Mostly they are thrillers, with just one love story. However the first one remains my favourite, the one that because my book later.

Ayan- Any specific message or advice you want to give to your readers?

Hari- Keep reading and stay blessed. Life can be a short story or a long saga... whatever it maybe, make it worthwhile.

As a conclusive note, I would like you to share with us a few words for the blog.

I am glad that you began your blog with an honest review of WSM and although I am not a regular blog follower but I do come back here once in a while. You guys are doing a great job and good luck.

We are really glad to have had the golden chance of conversing with The Stranger. You can also grab a copy of his book from leading online and offline stores.

 http://www.amazon.com/When-Strangers-meet-Hari-Kumar-ebook/dp/B00DA06W6I/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1387696150&sr=8-2&keywords=When+strangers+meet

Rahul kapoor, the author of Scientist sister Sleeping brother in conversation with Ayan Khan

Hello guys,
We’ve decided to throw our hat in the ring and do some author interviews on our blog.
As a start we have with us Mr. Rahul Kapoor who marked his foray into the world of literature with his book "Scientist sister sleeping Brother"

So, here's how it goes--
Hi Mr. Rahul, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Before we start the interview I would like to take a moment to congratulate you for your new book.
Now coming to the interview, lets start with a question about yourself.

 
Ayan- What were you like at school?

Rahul- I was as strange in school as I am today. I was a rebel in all sense. I was good in studies and used to take part in most of the co curricular activities. I did not have many friend though as I like to be alone or may be it would be right if you call me a loner. 

Ayan- Were you good at English?

Rahul- I don't consider marks as a benchmark to judge if a person is good in English or not and I am saying that after I scored 98 in English in class 10th and 95 in English in class 12th. I don't even remember when did I learn English. I used to hear my teachers converse in English and it just came to me there. I am not a very big supporter of English. I would definitely talk in English if I am talking to a foreigner but I don't switch to English if it is not needed. I respect my mother tongue and I am very happy conversing in Hindi most of the times.

Ayan- What inspired you to write your first book ?

Rahul-  I read a headline in a newspaper "Teen with 'Sleeping Beauty Syndrome" wakes up after 180 days and I freaked out as I did not know what sleeping beauty syndrome was, then I asked people around me and nobody knew about this peculiar neurological disorder. It was then I decided that I would write a novel on this syndrome and spread awareness about it and then I did what needed to be done, I wrote a love story and presented 'Sleeping Beauty Syndrome' with love.

Ayan-  Do you have a specific writing style?

Rahul- I don't have any specific writing style. I write what I imagine.

Ayan- How did you come up with the title?

Rahul-  Well the title 'Scientist Sister Sleeping Brother' summarizes the story of the book. The book is all about a Scientist sister and her sleeping brother ... Oops did I not mention her lover ?

Ayan- What genre in your book ? And what draws you to this genre ?

Rahul-  My book is a romantic science fiction novel. It is a very unique genre and not many Indian writers have written on it but did not I tell you in the beginning itself that I am a rebel in my own way.

Ayan- Give us an insight into your main character. What does he/she do that is so special?

Rahul-  Well the name of the main character is Rahul. He is a researcher and has a very unique profile. He loves nature and is romantic at heart but at the same time he is emotionally a very strong character. Radhika on the other hand is the most beautiful girl in the world for Rahul.

Ayan-  Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

Rahul-  My book is all about a message. I have tried to spread awareness about 'Sleeping Beauty Syndrome' through my book. I want people to know about this rare neurological disorder and I also want that one day some one finds a cure to it.

Ayan-  How much of the book is realistic?

Rahul-  Well you write what you are. So although the book is and will be always be inspired by what I see and how I feel about things but at the same time it is a fantasy fiction and not real at all.

Ayan- Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

Rahul- Well experience will always be inspired from real life figures and so is the case in my novel also.

Ayan- How much research do you do?

Rahul- I had to do a lot of research while writing. I don't even have a passport and in my book I am off to Amazon river so I hope you understand :)

Ayan- When did you decide to become a writer?

Rahul- I was always a writer. I think what you want to ask is when did I decide to write a full fledged novel. The answer is the moment I came to know about 'Sleeping Beauty Syndrome'.

Ayan- What was the hardest and the easiest thing about writing your latest book?

Rahul-  The hardest thing for me was to achieve a stress free mind as only a stress free mind can create a master piece. The easiest thing was that while I was writing I neither had a girl friend nor a job so it was not that difficult to achieve a stress free mind.

Ayan-  Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?

Rahul- No, I did not learn anything. I am here to preach and not to learn

Ayan- Any specific message or advice you want to give to your readers ?

Rahul- Don't start this book on a working day as you won't be able to keep it down once you begin reading.

Thank you Mr. Rahul for giving us your precious time and answering our questions. As an end note please share with us few words for blog.

My best wishes for your blog and your books . All the question which you have asked are very engaging. Thank You !!!

 It was a moment of bliss for us have interviewed a budding author, and I know that you people are enthusiastic to read the authors book. 

So, what are you waiting for?
Grab a copy, Just click on the link http://www.snapdeal.com/product/scientist-sister-sleeping-brother/1371441762

Believe

Don’t let people decide what you should do,
Don’t let them tell you what’s good or bad,
Don’t be the puppet attached to the string,
And mimic whatever they do or say,
For you are great in your own special way.

Them star readers try to tell you what your day will hold,
How can you believe them so easily?
When twins born on the same day,
Have totally different destinies,
Yet you happily come into their predictions,
Don’t fall for their words as they will lead you astray,
For they gain their knowledge from objects,
Millions of light years away.

Gypsies and fortune tellers too are alike,
All they do is hypnotize,
And make you nod your way into submission,
I pity the people that believe the tarot cards,
For how can you be so naive?
To let a piece of cardboard decide,
What lies ahead in the mysteries of life.

Be like the river that meanders its path,
Or like the wind that blows in its own direction,
Have confidence in whatever you do,
And you shall always succeed,
So spread your wings and be free,
For none but you can shape your destiny.
                                                                                             
- Ayan Khan