No other word in any language, any dialect, any hieroglyph or as a matter of fact any gibberish can manifest the meaning of our course through pre-birth, birth, death and post-death more fantastically than word ‘Zindagi’.
You may wonder how many languages I know to have come to a decision aforesaid. But, when I fall in love with a girl next door, I wouldn’t care how the most beautiful women in the world looks like.
Zindagi is a journey for one and a theater for another. Zindagi is flowchart for one and a chart buster for another. Zindagi is growing up for one and growing old for another. Zindagi is blind for one and deaf for another. Zindagi is very long for one and too short for another. Zindagi is a song for one and a poem for another. Zindagi is heart for one and mind for another. Zindagi is time for one and space for another. Zindagi is love for one and more than love for another. Zindagi is past for one, present for one and future for another.
Zindagi is Zindagi for me.
“Zindagi, ek safar hain suhaanaa, ab kal kya ho kisne jaana…”
“Zindagi ke safar me guzar jaate hain jo makaam, woh phir nahin aate…”
“Zindagi, Zindagi, kya kami rah gayi, aankh ki kor mein kyun nami reh gayi”
“Char din ki yeh zindagi, char pal ki hain yeh jawaani…”
