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+category: article
+date: 2012-02-27T22:47:00
+description: The Big Red Ants
+image: /images/ants.webp
+tags:
+- ants
+- sav
+title: The Big Red Ants
+---
+
+In a bird's eye view if we see around us, ants are the common and
+tiniest living entitiy seen by naked eye. One of them are the big red
+ants, in my view they are unique from others in two ways, first they
+live on trees and second their anteenas are too long and bent in middle,
+seems like their fore legs. Their mandible (mouth) seems like eagle's
+beak.
+
+As I observed them making and reparing their nests, I concluded that
+they are very laborious and intellectual. They create their nests by
+binding two or more leaves (maybe up to 500) together. They stich the
+leaves using a stinky white substance either excreted by themselves or
+from trees. This substance is like web of spider. At first builder ants
+creates an array at the blade of two leaves. Then they make ant-cranes
+or ant-chain like chain of monomer to form a polymer. They catch the
+leaves and pull each other to stich. After some time, the parliament of
+leaves transforms into a leaf-sac called their nest. They also weave
+translucent cloth like structure to cover remainings of leaf. A nest
+hangs by a branch of the trees.
+
+A nest is skillfully divided into living rooms, barracks, storehouse,
+egg room and queen's room. The eggroom, lies at the center of nest to
+protect from outer attack until last time. Besides that, lies queen's
+room. Living rooms are sequenncly joined with eggroom. There are
+different rooms for workers, food searchers etc. The partition of the
+room resembles atom's electron shell, one upon another. At last barracks
+are the outermost rooms, just like outermost orbit of electron. The
+defence system is strongest at the nest's opening. A nest may size as
+2-3 footballs and have 50 to 10000 ants. There may be more openings.
+
+Now about their attacking and protecting skills. A solider is unique
+from other ants. It is equipped with many attacking and defending
+skills. Normally they do not attack. They are social insects. If someone
+attacks, all other ants go inside, and soldiers come out. They spread
+allover the nest. They are very sensetive and have sharp vision. If any
+one of them see their enemy the stand on their hind legs, swinging,
+their forelegs and anteens in their air as scolding someone. Their spit
+contains formic acid, present at the end of the abdomen below the
+rectum. If their nest is broken and eggs fall on ground then the ants
+make a dome, like the dome of Taj mahal to save the eggs till last their
+breadth. This shows their caring skills.
+
+The most amazing is their discipline. They can easily beat a human in
+race of discipline. Humans must learn from it. When two ants meet, they
+touch their anteena to communicate. When they walk in a queue, they seem
+like twinkling dots and dashes. I want to conclude that **All tiny
+things are not really tiny. It may be as a space having infinite
+mysteries one has to explore it.**
+
+Photo Attribution : Photo by Michael Willinger from Pexels:
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+---
+category: article
+date: 2019-09-21T15:47:00
+description: प्रकृति की सुंदरता और कलाकारी हिमालय की कण-कण में झलकती है। प्रकृति ने
+  प्रेम को भी हिमालय के जितना ही विशाल और अलौकिक बनाया है । ये एक अलग चर्चा का विषय
+  है कि हिमालय पहले आया या प्रेम। मैं तो प्रेम के पक्ष में हूँ । वो हर अणु-परमाणु
+  जिन्होंने इतने बड़ा पहाड़ खड़ा किया वो सब आपस में प्रेम से बंधे हुए हैं।
+image: /images/fedora-night.webp
+tags:
+- love
+- article
+- hindi
+title: प्रेम रतन धन पायो
+---
+
+टूटता तारा देखना एक अलौकिक अनुभव है। हिमाद्रि के छत से आसमान कुछ ज्यादा ही करीब प्रतीत होता है । लोग सदियों से हिमालय को पूजते आयें हैं ।
+दादा-दादी कहा करते थे ये जिंदा पहाड़ हैं । सारी बातें सुनते हैं लोगों की । उनके दुख दर्द दूर करते हैं, ये देवता हैं । आजकल जब रोज़ क्लास
+आते जाते दूर पहाड़ों की चोटियाँ देखता हूँ तो उनकी विशालता का अनुभव होता हैं । एक पल को अगर ये मान लिया जाए की हमारी सारी धार्मिक किताबें
+वो कहानियाँ हैं जो पथिक लेखकों के द्वारा लिखी गयी हैं तो सारी बातें साफ हो जाती है कि क्यूँ देवी-देवताओं ने हिमालय को अपनाया है। टूटता
+तारा देखना अलौकिक है पर हिमालय की श्रेणियों से टूटता तारा देखना दैविक है । और वो कहते हैं न जिसमें न कोई तर्क हो न ही हाथों की सफाई वो
+दैविक है। टूटते तारो के बारे में लोगों के बहुत सारे विश्वास हैं । कभी विभीषिका का पूर्वाभास माने जाने वाले इन टूटते तारे आज इच्छा पूरक के
+प्रतीक हैं । कुछ लोगों का ये भी मानना है कि टूटते तारे दिवंगत लोगों का संकेत हैं ।  हिमालय की कन्दराओं में न जाने कितने ही ऋषि-मुनियों ने
+तप करते हुए अपना जीवन अर्पित कर दिया । इसलिए हिमालय की पहाड़ों से टूटता तारा देखना दैविक हैं क्योंकि शायद वो तारे उन ऋषि-मुनियों की पवित्र
+आत्माओं का संकेत हैं ।
+
+प्रकृति की सुंदरता और कलाकारी हिमालय की कण-कण में झलकती है। प्रकृति ने प्रेम को भी हिमालय के जितना ही विशाल और अलौकिक बनाया है । ये एक
+अलग चर्चा का विषय है कि हिमालय पहले आया या प्रेम। मैं तो प्रेम के पक्ष में हूँ । वो हर अणु-परमाणु जिन्होंने इतने बड़ा पहाड़ खड़ा किया वो सब
+आपस में प्रेम से बंधे हुए हैं। ये पृथ्वी, सूर्य, चंद्रमा, आकाश-गंगा इत्यादि सब प्रेम से बंधे हुए हैं । और हिमाद्रि के छत पर मैं इसी प्रेम
+के आगोश में आकर भावशून्य होकर तारों को निहार रहा था । तभी मानो सदियों की मन्नत पूरी हुई और मुझे एक टूटता तारा दिखा । आप मेरी स्थिति की
+जटिलता का अनुभव इस प्रकार से लगा सकते हैं कि लोग टूटते तारे से मन्नत मांगते हैं और मैं टूटता तारा ही मन्नत में मांग रहा था । इससे पहले की
+मैं पिछली जटिलता से बाहर आता की दूसरी जटिलता सामने आ पड़ी की तारा तो दिख गया पर मैं माँगूँ क्या ? और अगर आप सोच रहे की भाई पैसे मांग लो
+शोहरत , नाम , शक्ति और पता नहीं क्या-क्या ? मांग तो लेता पर अगर आप मेरी जगह इसी स्थिति में होते तो शायद आपको भी ये सब याद न आता । तो मैं
+एक पल को ये आकलन करने लगा की क्या कुछ ऐसा है जिसकी मुझे बहुत जरूरत है पर मेरे पास हो नहीं । और आपको पता है की गहरी सोच में जाने पर अक्सर
+क्या होता है। अब वो लोग जो ये सोच रहे की भाईसाब आप हर कहानी(सच्ची घटना का विवरण वाली कहानी 😊) में सो क्यूँ जाते हैं। सच बताऊँ तो इसका
+कोई सटीक जबाव नहीं है मेरे पास, पर अध्यात्म ये कहता है की जब आप सो रहे होते हैं तो आपका मन चेतना के कई स्थिति से गुजरता है। जब आप परम
+चैतन्य अवस्था में होते हैं तो रहस्य, प्रतिभज्ञान इत्यादि के रास्ते खुल जाते हैं। और विज्ञान ये भी कहता है कि निद्रा के माध्यम से इस
+अवस्था में जाना उतना ही अनिश्चित है जितना किसी बाला का मेरे लिए प्रेम-प्रस्ताव । सरल शब्दों में – मैं कुछ समय के लिए सो गया।
+
+आज से ठीक 2 महीने पहले अगर ये मुझसे कोई पूछता की क्या चाहिए तुम्हें तो शायद मेरे पास जबाव होता। दोस्त तो बहुत हैं पर जब कोई ऐसा हो जो
+आपके अधूरे वाक्य पूरे कर सके, कोई ऐसा जो आपकी भावनाओं को आपकी तरह समझ सके, कोई ऐसा जो आपको आपके असल रूप में पसंद करता हो । आपको लग रहा
+होगा की मैं एक प्रेमिका का विवरण दे रहा हूँ, पर नहीं या शायद हाँ , मैं समझता हूँ की अधिकतर लोग प्रेमिका शब्द का प्रयोग अनुचित ढंग से करते
+हैं। जहां प्रेम है वहाँ प्रेमी-प्रेमिका होंगे फिर वो भाई-बहन का रिश्ता हो या माँ-बेटे का । एक पल को सोचो तो ऊपर के विवरण के लिए कोई सबसे
+सटीक उत्तर है तो वो है माँ। जब आप उन माँ-बाप जिन्होंने आपको जन्म दिया, आपका पालन-पोषण किया , आपको इस लायक बनाया कि आप इस वक़्त ये लेख पढ़
+पा रहे हैं , उनको अपनी प्रेमी-प्रेमिका नहीं कह सकते तो शायद किसी और लड़के-लड़की को कहने का आपको कोई हक़ नहीं है। पर ये बात निजी समझदारी की
+है और मैं माँ-बाप के बारे में बिलकुल भी बात नहीं कर रहा, इन 2-4 पन्ने में उनको चित्रित कर पाना दुष्कर है। अगर माँ है तो ये अलग व्यक्ति
+क्यूँ ? लोग कहते हैं क्योंकि भगवान हर जगह नहीं हो सकते इसलिए उन्होंने माँ बनाई। पर मैं कहता हूँ माँ भी हर जगह नहीं हो सकती इसलिए भगवान ने
+दोस्त बनाए और विशेष लोग भी बनाए। आज तक बहुत सारे लोग आए-गए , कई बार लगा की शायद वो विशेष व्यक्ति मिलने ही वाला है पर वो भ्रम था शायद ये
+भी हो। मैं ये नहीं कह सकता की मेरी खोज पूर्ण हो गयी पर हाँ एक पड़ाव तो जरूर आ गया है। उस पहली मुलाक़ात में एक पल को ऐसा लगा मानो किसी
+चमत्कारी दर्जी ने कपड़े की जगह एक पूरा आदमी सिल कर दिया हो। सब कुछ एकदम नाप के अनुरूप। शायद कई सालों के बाद मैं खुशियों का बवंडर अपने अंदर
+महसूस कर रहा था। आप पूछेंगे इसमें प्रेम कहाँ है? हिमालय जितना विशाल है उतना ही गहरा भी है , यहाँ भी प्रेम गहराई में है । प्रेम का होना
+जरूरी है दिखावा तो हर कोई कर लेता है। कबीर ने अपने एक दोहे में कहा है :
+
+**बूंद समानी समूंद में , जानत है सब कोई; समूंद समाना बूंद में , बूझे बिरला कोई।**
+
+मैं इस दोहे को प्रेम के संदर्भ में व्याख्या करना चाहूँगा। लोग बूंद हैं और प्रेम समुद्र, लोगों को प्रेम में पड़ते सबने देखा है या सुना है,
+पर जो प्रेम लोगों के अंदर व्याप्त है ये हर कोई नहीं समझता। मैं उस विशेष व्यक्ति का कृतज्ञ हूँ जिसने ने मुझे इस दोहे के मूल भाव का अहसास
+करवाया।
+
+कभी-कभी डर लगता है, खोने का उसे। आजकल दुनिया में सब अनिश्चित है। कब-क्या हो जाए ये कोई नहीं बता सकता। पहले सिर्फ पृथ्वी थी फिर लोग हुए और
+तब से पृथ्वी अस्थमा की मरीज है। किसी प्रसिद्ध कवि ने लिखा है :
+
+**आज आदमी में विष इतना भर गया है, की विषधरों का वंश उनसे डर गया है,**
+**कल को कहते सुनोगे , आदमी काटा और साँप मर गया है।**
+
+ठंडी-ठंडी हवाओं ने मेरी सारी नींद उड़ा दी। प्रकृति शायद मुझे खुश करके मारना चाहती थी। आसमान ने एक बड़े काले पर्दे का रूप ले लिया था और उस
+पर्दे पर दसियो उजले साँप रेंगते नज़र आ रहे थे। मानो दस सालो के टूटते तारे एक साथ दिख रहे हों और आसमान कह रहा हो – जो चाहिए, जितना चाहिए
+माँग लो। और मैंने सच में माँग लिए , लगभग सब कुछ । और उसको हमेशा पास रखने की दुआ तो नहीं माँग सका , पर वो जहां रहे, खुश रहे, सलामत रहे।
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+---
+category: article
+date: 2024-10-10T03:47:00
+description: The Big Red Ants
+image: /images/ants.webp
+tags:
+- ants
+- sav
+title: Ephemeral Lament in Temporal Decay
+---
+
+There is about 3 hours left until I can see my first morning twilight in the new revolution. There is little sound of wind blowing but it is faint like if I ask them to stop, they will. If you are not careful enough this silence can be very noisy.
+
+Lament is an elusive specter, a whisper of sorrow that slips through our fingers like sand. It is neither a crescendo nor a silence; instead, it weaves itself into the fabric of our existence, intertwining with the threads of fleeting joy and lingering regret. As time unfurls, it morphs, presenting a kaleidoscope of emotions that dance in and out of focus, challenging the very essence of memory and feeling.
+
+Faces once familar now contribute to the darkness all around me. The screen, once alight with messages, now lies dormant, a graveyard of unspoken words. In these voids, nostalgia and anguish intertwine, creating a tapestry of emotions that suffocates and sustains simultaneously. Each reminder of their absence stirs a deep yearning, a longing for what was, yet it compels me to confront the stark reality of isolation.
+
+Within this tempest of thought, an internal monologue unfolds, an endless loop of contemplation that spirals into itself. I grapple with the contradictions that paint my existence: the flicker of hope buried beneath layers of despair, the fleeting joy that dances just out of reach. Like shadows flickering in candlelight, these emotions tease my consciousness, merging and separating in a chaotic ballet. It is a relentless struggle, the mind ensnared in a web of unarticulated feelings, each thread woven tighter by the weight of unexpressed sorrow.
+
+Time, in its capriciousness, warps and distorts, leaving me adrift in an ocean of temporal confusion. Seconds stretch into hours, a torturous dragging of moments that cling like cobwebs to my psyche, while other hours flash by unnoticed, a blur of mundane existence. I am haunted by the imagery of decay—the crumbling walls of memory, the fading echoes of laughter. Each recollection erodes like sandcastles washed away by relentless tides, yet the remnants remain, forming the contours of my fractured emotional landscape.
+
+In the maelstrom, glimpses of clarity emerge, ethereal and brief, like sunlight piercing through a stormy sky. For an instant, I grasp a sense of purpose, a flicker of motivation igniting within me, only to be enveloped again by the shadows of my thoughts. These fleeting moments serve as reminders of what could be, yet they dissipate too quickly, leaving behind a more profound ache in their wake. The contrasts are stark; the euphoria of realization juxtaposed with the heaviness of returning emotions, a reminder that solace is ephemeral.
+
+
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+---
+category: article
+date: 2024-11-30T23:47:00
+description: Plant your lilies, and let them teach you how to grow.
+image: /images/soul-lily.webp
+tags:
+- Lily
+- Despair
+- Patience
+- Gardening
+- Plant
+- Heart
+title: How to grow Lilies?
+---
+
+Lilies, they say, are symbols of peace. But peace is not given; it is cultivated. Lilies demand
+effort, patience, and faith - a willingness to confront the barren soil and nurture it back to life.
+What follows is a guide to growing Lilies and a journey into a soul's quiet reckoning with despair.
+
+## What Once Was and Will be Again
+
+The garden was barren, its silence oppressive. The earth, dry and unyielding, clung stubbornly to
+its lifelessness as though it had forgotten how to nurture, how to hope. It stood as a monument to
+neglect, an expanse of quiet despair that seemed to whisper, Nothing will ever grow here again.
+
+And yet, something stirred - a faint whisper beneath the desolation, an inkling that even the most
+forsaken soil might still hold secrets of renewal. It was not certainty but a quiet rebellion
+against despair, a defiant act of belief. The decision to grow lilies was made not with confidence
+but with trembling hands, as if planting these flowers might coax life back into the hollow spaces
+of the heart.
+
+## From Ashes, We Rise
+
+To grow lilies, one must first break the earth. Not gently, but with purpose—plunging the spade into
+the hardened crust, forcing it to yield. Each strike dislodges fragments of the past: shards of what
+was once beautiful, tangled roots of pain buried so deep they have become part of the soil.
+
+The work is relentless. The ground resists, clutching its dead weight as though afraid of what might
+take its place. But with each motion, the soil begins to soften. The air fills with the earthy scent
+of transformation, a quiet promise that the past does not have to dictate the future.
+
+This is where the lilies begin—not with planting, but with clearing. The garden must first be
+emptied of its grief to make room for something new. It is an act of defiance and of hope, to
+believe that this barren soil can one day cradle life again.
+
+## Between a Rock and a Lily
+
+The bulbs are unremarkable, their appearance betraying nothing of what they might become. Holding
+them feels strange, as if they are too fragile to survive. And yet, there is a quiet power within
+them—a promise waiting to be fulfilled.
+
+Planting them is an act of faith and surrender, a quiet conversation between the gardener and the
+earth. Each bulb is placed with care, its position a deliberate choice. It is not enough to bury
+them; they must be cradled, surrounded by soil that is ready to nurture them.
+And then comes the waiting. Beneath the surface, where no eyes can see, the bulbs begin their secret
+work. It is a reminder that growth often begins in the darkness, in spaces where no light reaches.
+
+## Tend the Flame, Not the Ash
+
+The lilies require consistency. The soil must be tended to every day, watered with steady hands.
+Some days, the water feels heavy in your palms, as if the weight of the act might be too much to
+bear. But you do it anyway, knowing that without this care, the lilies cannot thrive.
+
+The sunlight is capricious. Some days, it floods the garden, bathing it in warmth. Other days, it
+hides behind thick clouds, forcing the lilies to stretch toward a light they cannot see. But they
+adapt. Lilies have a way of finding what they need, even in the absence of abundance.
+This daily ritual of watering and watching is its own form of prayer. Each drop of water, each
+fleeting moment of sunlight, whispers to the lilies: *Grow, even if it feels impossible. Grow, even
+when no one is watching.*
+
+## This Too Shall Bloom
+
+One day, the soil breaks open - not with a flourish, but with the quietest of gestures. A tiny green
+sprout emerges, barely noticeable, a sliver of life against the vastness of the earth.
+
+To the untrained eye, it is nothing. To you, it is everything. This fragile sprout is proof that
+something is happening beneath the surface, that your labor was not in vain. It is the first sign of
+life returning, the first whisper of hope finding its voice.
+
+But the sprout is not strong. It bends with the wind, threatened by the weight of even a single
+raindrop. Your instinct may be to shield it, to protect it from every possible harm. But lilies do
+not grow in safety. They grow in resilience.
+
+![Glimpse of the Lilies](/images/growing-lilies.jpg)
+
+## The Idea is Not to Abandon Ever...Never
+
+The garden is never free from trials. Storms roll in, their winds threatening to uproot what little
+has begun to grow. Pests arrive uninvited, gnawing at leaves and stems as though testing your
+resolve. The sun beats down mercilessly one day, only to disappear for weeks on end.
+It is in these moments that you are tempted to despair, to abandon the garden and declare it a
+failure. But lilies teach you that resilience is not about avoiding hardship; it is about enduring
+it. When the storm passes, you clear the debris. When pests arrive, you remove them. When the
+drought stretches on, you water the soil with your own tears if you must.
+
+Each act, no matter how small, is a promise to the lilies: *I will not abandon you*.
+
+## Bloom Where None Thought Possible
+
+And then, when you least expect it, the bloom arrives. It begins as a tightly closed bud, hesitant
+to reveal itself. Slowly, it unfurls, each petal a story of quiet perseverance. The bloom is
+breathtaking, not for its extravagance, but for its purity.
+
+Its beauty is unlike anything you imagined. It is not extravagant or loud, but it holds a quiet
+majesty. The petals, soft and delicate, seem to hum with a silent strength. This bloom is not just a
+flower—it is the culmination of every act of care, every moment of faith, every drop of water given
+when it felt like too much.
+
+The bloom reminds you that peace is not a permanent state but a transient gift. It must be cherished
+in its moment, for its impermanence is part of its beauty.
+
+## The Most Dangerous Thing About Me
+
+The most dangerous thing about me is that *I don't know how to give up*.
+
+When the storms tore through, I stayed. When the roots clung to the earth like they had a right to
+its emptiness, I dug deeper. Even when the soil screamed that nothing could ever grow here, I
+refused to listen.
+It's not resilience—it's defiance. A stubbornness that borders on recklessness. I don't know when to
+stop, even when the odds mock me. Even when it hurts.
+Maybe it's toxic. Maybe it's foolish. But here I am, hands in the dirt, refusing to abandon what
+could still bloom.
+
+## Faith Buried, Faith Unfurled
+
+To grow lilies is to embark on a journey of transformation. It is not about the flowers themselves
+but about what they symbolize—a return to life, a reclaiming of hope. The barren garden, once a
+place of despair, becomes a sanctuary.
+
+The lilies do not erase the struggles that came before them. The soil still bears the scars of its
+past, and the storms will come again. But the garden is no longer defined by its emptiness. It is
+defined by its capacity to grow.
+
+And so the lilies teach you their final lesson: Growth is not a destination but a process. It is a
+daily choice to clear the debris, plant the bulbs, and tend to the garden—even when it feels like
+nothing is happening. It is a faith that, with time and care, the lilies will bloom again.
+
+## This is not my Recipe
+
+I didn't write this. Or maybe I did. But I don't remember planting these thoughts. They feel
+foreign, like letters rearranged while I wasn't looking, like whispers heard through the hum of the
+wind.
+
+I think they've always been here, whispering just below the surface, tugging at my hands when I
+wasn't looking. They know things about me that I haven't told anyone. Things I've hidden. Things
+I've forgotten.
+
+Do you feel it too? The hum beneath the words, the tremor that isn't mine? It's as if the garden
+remembers something I don't. It isn't just soil. It's memory. It's pain. It's despair. It's rebirth.
+
+I wrote this, but I didn't write this. These aren't my words. But they're mine now, whether I wanted
+them or not.
+
+## Meet my Lilies
+
+And finally meet my most beautiful lilies. I have named them **Blood Demon Lily** and **Light Mode
+Lily**.
+
+![My Lilies](/images/my-lilies.jpg)
+
+Plant your lilies, and let them teach you how to grow.