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Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

The End


Whole night the candle burnt
Spreading evenly it's divine light
The wax melted
Like running water
But the wicker happily burnt
rejoicing the dance of life
Unmindful of its plight.

Suddenly there were crackling sound
The light burnt higher and higher
As it sensed the end was near
the candle was evermore sombre

"I lived my life to the fullest...
then why be sad "thought the candle.
So it burnt with all its might
Rejoicing as the end came near.
Then it flickered hardest one more time
In a bid to say goodbye
One last time to all its friends
Then snuffed out peacefully
With a serene smile
For it had fulfilled
the purpose of its life.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Beautiful Slave

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7jYU9meVXKg

I don’t know where I am
They’ve taken all that I had
smuggled in for a lucrative trade
beaten, bartered
broken in, until I obey
I used to be childlike
innocent and safe
now I’m someone Else's treasure
a stranger's pleasure
smothered in shame
succumbed with drugs
but I’m not numb
all I feel is pain
is this all a dream
will I ever be the same?

can anyone hear me?
will anyone break these chains?
who will free me?
from this dark place?
does God see me?
what is His name?
will He help me?
I’m just a beautiful slave

my worst fear is my fate
I’m getting older each day
every girl too old in years
mysteriously just disappears
they never mention her name
they take away piece by piece
I don’t think I have any left
I’ve slowly given up all hope
given in to this sleepless bed
inside these bars
I feel so seared
by each new face
how could this ever be
every memory be erased?

He can hear you
He’s seeking you,
He wants to heal you
Jesus knows the real you

Jesus Loves The Little Children
All The Children Of World
Red and Yellow, Black and White
They’re Precious In His Sight
Jesus Loves The Little Children Of The World
He’s Got The Whole World In His Hands

27 MILLION PEOPLE ARE ENSLAVED TODAY
80% ARE WOMEN 50% ARE CHILDREN
EVERY MINUTE TWO CHILDREN ARE TRAFFICKED…
…FOR SEXUAL EXPLOITATION
TOGETHER WE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE

“The Oppressed Will Be Set Free.” –Jesus Christ
Please share this music freely with others.
Use it as a tool to stop this injustice.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Art Of Living

ART-OF-Living !! These three words play a vital role in my life.Especially when you belong to an orthodox family,you follow the principles,guidelines and sayings of your elders without questioning or asking for the authenticity of it.
I am a Mamma's boy and I am tortured and teased by many people due to my silly habits.At some stage of life when you start knowing the reality,when you enter in the business world all such principles seem partially useful to you,semi conditional stage,I mean. I am an ardent Jain Follower.I don't drink,smoke,bark,abuse or shout like animals.I talk to girls,mostly girls,I don't waste time with boys there is a huge list and I am very selective about it.I don't find it wrong in any manner.Am I wrong?


I majorly talk to strangers.I don't see their faces or brand and we discuss certain topics upto an extreme level and finally some up the conclusion in form of a short written statements or writing articles or blogs hosted on various online websites and we are paid for it.So much of online business in form of creating blogs,websites,copy writing,editing,proof reading,making logos and may of the creative things.
So many people judge you,when you touch the reality of life,face different facets of life,cross certain aspirations and goals,you make friends and enemies both.I prefer making friends and stay away from those who prefer to become enemies,most of them take it as cowardice but I don't mind.I am super happy for their unkind behaviour.For me,my close friends and my family matter,rest I take people for granted.I do social service,sometimes for my own sake,sometimes for humanity.
 

I crave for nice things,everyone does,nobody take shit now-a-days.I am good at listening.I speak less and when it becomes necessity.Well,lets not dig deeper.I am surely gonna write an autobiography like GandiJI did but for that you need time,and if by chance I am caught red-handed  doing some illegal things and sent to jail,I will surely complete my dream of writing autobiography there.No time for it right now.Only two years and more things to accomplish.  
Well,I support three NGO's "Make A Difference","AIESEC" and "PETA". I work for other in college "EWB-IET Chapter" and "Rotoract Club". So much of social work in past 3 years and it is still continue in form of projects(which deals with educating children and visiting oldage homes) till now.

The Art of Living is a not-for-profit, educational, and humanitarian NGO. The organization operates globally in 152 countries where it runs humanitarian projects and courses based on yoga, meditation and breathing techniques such as Sudarshan Kriya.

Founded in 1981 by Sri Sri Ravi Shankar,The Art of Living is an educational and humanitarian movement engaged in stress-management and service initiatives. The organization operates globally in 152 countries and has touched the lives of over 370 million people

The programs are guided by Sri Sri's philosophy of peace: "Unless we have a stress-free mind and a violence-free society, we cannot achieve world peace." To help individuals get rid of stress and experience inner peace, The Art of Living offers stress-elimination programs which include breathing techniques, meditation and yoga. These programs have helped millions around the world to overcome stress, depression and violent tendencies.
 

I am from computer background,and software engineer find and see failure in everything.I am not against "ART-Of-Living" people or the work they do but the volunteers spreading their knowledge and awareness are mostly uneducated and dumb,here by dumb means idiots.They are making posters and popularizing their events via social and electronic media and they don't have proper knowledge of what they are spreading.
They spread poison in name of Art-Of-Living. If you genuinely feel like doing social work,spare some time,go to schools and old age homes and spread love,harmony and teaching and sayings of Sri Sri Ravi Shankar Maharaj and all.
Don't use social and electronic media and misuse it naming "Art-Of-Living" events.Politics has lead it to some very poor level.Specially,the intelligent people (that includes me,unfortunately :P) can't digest the wrong doings.I am strictly against of such people who do social work for their own sake.Most of them donate to charity just to prove they are nobler than other people and the people who actually work hard never come into the picture as the credit is taken by the higher individuals.And it also does not reach the right audience.A poor child is not going to watch facebook links and apply for your events.Rich people are busy doing other things on Internet which I need not to mention on my social blog. 


The Art of Living movement has the main message of spreading peace across communities through diverse humanitarian projects, including conflict resolution, disaster relief, sustainable rural development, empowerment of women, prisoner rehabilitation, education for all, and environmental sustainability.Keep it that way only.Spread smiles,don't make it havoc.

PS: This Post is not to point out fingers on any particular individual but I face certain issues in between why I find it necessary to share it with everyone.No hard feelings for "Art-Of-Living" people including the girls who take lot of advantage of such events that I will tell some other day. :D

Friday, April 10, 2015

Memory


We took you
beautiful white filly
rode you
returned you

You were our archway into
desire and fulfillment
pleasure and the forbidden
fear of punishment and perdition
love and longing
passive
feminine
law beaking
but none of that stopped us

Initiation
into
that other world
where your galloping hooves
were like
thundering surf
in our
wet dream

We will always
hold you
in remembrance
as sacred
though
now you are
just a
memory.

Annihilation

Since a while I have Restrained my heart
From listening to its heart
It felt like crying
A bit like dying
But I had been prying
And I didn't let it do
What it wanted to
So I told my heart
U have to be happy buddy
U'd been sad for long already
It didn't reply
Neither looked up to me
But obliged and succumbed
the call Of its heart
into oblivion
I did see my heart Killing its heart All this it did Just for me
And then I saw my shadow
Standing - Shivering- Cruelly..

The Summer Rain

Half the way through to my destination.
Having seen seasons, fifty of each-
Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter.
I feel burdened with memories of days
out of reach.
Why then does this Summer feel so barren,
so heavy with the vapors of memories
bitter and sweet !
Clouding my eyes so often,
this Summer rain washes away the worldly clutters,
making space for seasons new.
To gather more clutter
as I continue in life's journey.
Coaxing myself to live the remaining days few.

Poetry-The Ethics And Learnings

A nameless void sets in
To the poet's heart and to the vicinity
Of his existence from nowhere.

The birds stop singing,
The stream stops flowing,
The breeze stops blowing
And the stream of conscious of the poet
Meets a road-block,
As you depart the scene in a huff.

Now tell me...
How shall you assure the birds
That you have come back and
That you shall not leave them
So that they get their melodious voice back?

Now tell me...
How shall you convince the stream
That you have come back again
That you shall not leave it
So that it remembers the formula of its perennial flow?

Now tell me...
How shall you convince the breeze
That you have come back and
That it should come alive from its frozen state
For the sake of humanity?

Now also tell me...
How shall you
Console the poet
That you have come back for good to him
Who laments inconsolably over the
Death of his quill and spill of the ink. ?

The Summer Wind

In the woods I was lost, feeling like a dust mote in the sky.
In these woods, dark and dreary had I stumbled to die?
The olive groves and the silent trees
Were ruffled by the balmy breeze
The birds fluttered and then with a flap of wings, flew high.

The ghostly trees raised their branches up towards the skies
Through brier and bramble echoed hair raising moans and sighs
The air was thick with lamentation
Before me appeared an apparition
Into a frenzy of sudden activity were thrown the quiescent fireflies.

In his gloomy countenance, his eyes, like twin fireflies shone
At this uncanny sight, I quivered and tripped over a stone.
What was that sound insanely bizarre
Someone plucking at strings of guitar
With work calloused fingers letting out moan after sad moan?
.
Ears pricked to the music, I followed the pageant of the fireflies
Rich voices rose in a lilting song offering me a musical prize.
Ah heavy was not the cost
Of being, in the jungle lost
In the sparkle of the pageant, I forged some, new lasting ties.

Row your boat merrily along , the fireflies danced this message
Why be afraid of lurking demons , and flutter like a bird in a cage?
Why should any apparition
Be a cause for lamentation
Forge ahead,you talented actor, performing your role on life's stage!

No longer drifting like a dust mote I hummed a melodious tune
From behind the trees appeared the bright and proud moon
In the woods I was now on a ramble
Unafraid of brier or bramble
Life had once again become a sparkling and tempting boon.

The Power Of Dreams

I cannot go inside your dreams,
Only angels know that place.
And if I recognised you –
Would you have a different face?
The rising tide that washed our feet;
Has long reached a different shore,
The clouds have changed from dragons,
And just turned to clouds once more;
The roadside knows my footsteps –
Somehow an echo has remained,
But the crossroad sign has turned around,
Nothing here is still the same.
So which road will I follow now?
I’ve crossed rivers, waded streams,
For me it doesn’t matter –
No, for me it doesn’t matter –
I have lost the power of dreams.

Backyard of your Heart

At the backyard of your heart
At the backyard of your heart
Where you sometimes stand still,
And try to be alone with the clouds,
Singing a song perhaps, or simply
Curling threads of your auburn hair,
Give me a place right there,
I would just stand quiet
And be a part of your quietude,
And if you laugh out loud,
I would just flash a quaint smile,

At the backyard of your heart
Where you sometimes sit back
And try to unwind yourself
Sitting on a rocking chair,
Give me a place right there,
I would just sit quiet
And be a part of your quietude,
And if you recite a ballad lyrical,
I would do the same with you,

At the backyard of your heart.

Poetry-The Ethics and Learnings

Ten reasons why every woman should have a virtual affair with a real poet.
1. Who doesn't like having poems written to and for them, initially at least, on their beauty? Though it may pall after some time.
2. Poets have beautiful and bounteous souls that give rather than take.
3. You could learn a lot of new words, puns, tricks and tips about writing and language,
4. He can make you temporarily into a poet, while you are with him.
5. You are never stuck for a rhyming word.
6. Poets teach you a lot of virtues, like patience. grin emoticon
7. Empathy and sympathy for all kinds of strange unheard of never known before or to the rest of the world causes enter your domain of knowledge.
8. Poets make you keenly aware of Nature,
9, Poets are liable to make you jealous, thus improving your overall everything
10. You can always get a poet to cuddle with you and your teddy without any embarrassment.

Poetry- The Ethics and Learnings

Take into consideration that a poet has to master or 'know' what poetry is, how to read poetry, what to read and in which order, how to write, who a poet is, imagery (seven kinds), all the figures of speech like metaphor, metonymy, personification, simile, symbols, allegory, understatement, hyperbole, irony (3 kinds), musical devices like rhythm, stanza, meter, accent, stress, rime, alliteration, assonance, consonance, onomatopoeia, euphony, cacophony, dissonance, melody ,harmony, meanings, sound, tones, voice/s, style/s, structures, forms, allusion, patterns, organization, design, art, artlessness, order, chaos, presence, absence, diction, vocabulary, syntax, grammar, layers of significance, denotation, connotation, atmosphere, ambiance, moods, themes, settings, points of view, narrative techniques and along with this have social, economic, mythical, archetypal, political, religious, national, psychological, philosophical, sociological, aesthetic merits and depths in terms of content meaning he must know Life and emotions and feelings for the heart and then write poetry that partakes to the best of his abilities in all this and more and one can see why poetry is a very high calling second only to godliness. A great or real or genuine or sincere poet is therefore a real god or creator, no doubt, second only to God.

Complete Autism

I could not explain to anyone else but could to him.
I could put him on my lap.
He would not be listening, seemingly.
That did not matter.
I would talk, do the talking, as he would not or could not anyway. Except in his own language that I and others could not follow.
You see, darling, I would tell him, there are these pieces of paper that matter a lot to people on earth.
Yes, I know you and I are not from this planet. But they are. And they value these pieces of paper highly and assign different values to them. I never understood any of it.
I have to make lots of them to give you and your chichis and mom a good life.
For that I have to stay away from you.
Cos in the place I go to leaving you behind though that makes you and me lose out they give me more pieces of paper for same amount of work I would do here or less and those pieces of paper that I cannot read are ones that can be multiplied into even more pieces of paper here where you are, which in turn supposedly gives you all a better life though i have no idea if it is better or worse.
Do you get me?
He would not reply, of course, Or even bother to look at me, but he would sometimes look at me out of the corner of his eyes and smile or laugh and that was God smiling or laughing, if God exists.
Both of us got nothing except that it was nice to sit there with him on my lap.
Whoever had laughed at me and him had been right.
Just like him I had never belonged
Just like him, almost, those pieces of paper meant nothing to me
We would never amount to anything much, him and me, or if we did it would be by some fluke that people called the grace of God.
But we both valued those times with him sitting on my lap.
Pity that chasing those pieces of paper gave me so little of it and him.
Pity that I was not as far gone as he was to tear them up or make paper boats out of them given the chance.





PS: All the posts in "Autism" and "Rejected Stuff" category are very close to my heart as they are conclusions of the various discussions I had with people of different ages on Facebook.

PPS: This stuff is written by a gentleman and a very good friend of mine.I just did the proof reading and SEO work. 

PPS:It is published here on my blog to spread love,happiness and awareness about Autism.The unique thing about written content is that it is applicable to people of all generations.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Back to music

                                                                                                                                                                         

Music drives you crazy,music make you insane,music gives you life and music never let you die alone.Finally I found those lost headphones back.Days are passing by and I'm wondering why I'm still around.No clue what to do next.One step ahead and I will fall and can't even step back.I finally continue to be alone wondering what my true purpose is,just getting away from all the stress and trying to protect my soul(from what?I am not sure about).A completely numb stage where you have no idea what to do next,you can't please everyone,you can't settle your differences.

A journey on a completely scary streets and no one to tell the directions.The various colours  life has shown in past few months will be  a part of my memories(Black-Blue,Black-White,Angel-Devil,green and what not....:D)
The multiple personalities I occupied to deal with the external world were the real source of anxiety and what I have carried forward with me even through all the turmoil I have been through will always be a bitter-sweet symphony of memories.Yes,I am recluse and deviant and unsocial and I prefer peace and quiet.I am kind of averse to going out with friends to parties and all(No time to get drunk,I am already at home :D)
Most people with that so called "social" tag live an extra ordinary life with party,light,booze and all other stuff.If this living life like a rich bastard is what you call life is all about,I would rather prefer to say I don't have a life.I lead a normal life,that innocent monster in me loves to live alone with those manipulated scary-senti *dreams*.
 

It's 2 am.Yes,it's raining cats and dogs and I'm here sitting near the window,in depth of solitude,all alone,doing nothing but tapping fingers on my laptop without any reason,the irritating darkness,the anguish,pain and image of those slimy backstabbers,dumb fuckers,asinine morons and lousy souls and many random thoughts in my fickle
mind never allow me to sleep.Emotions,what are they? Sometimes I wish I could kill some people.If it sounds abnormal,yes I am abnormal.Why can't we live the way we want to? Where is freedom? Why is it necessary to read and learn the shit we don't want to?Fuck all rules,regulations and all other society's terms and conditions.Fuck politics.Fuck Indian Education system.Yes,I am frustrated.And this venom spitted in form of words is due to this frustration.Dreams screwed,life screwed and still pretending as if nothing happens.Why I am living?

  
 The faint light coming from top of the window still enlighten a ray hope and keep asking the same question again "will a new life be achieved under the sun"?or that sun won't rise again? The completely clueless mind with no answers.What if I never wake up,it turns out to be a nightmare,a worst nightmare.What if this night never ends..what if??

P.S. Yes,results are out and this crap is an outcome of it.Yes,I am officially dead.

Sayonara. 

Saturday, October 6, 2012

The Angst!

And then sometimes,what we WANT and what we DESERVE are two DIFFERENT things.What exactly is perfection?Trust me,you won't be able to find a single person who you can call as Perfect because perfection does not exist.Perfection is nothing but a delusional myth.Believe it or not.
 

I don't waste your time,I'll be direct.I don't have any role models.I don't follow people.I don't want to be like anyone.I am happy being "ME".Okay,I won't be a smart ass but yes some people inspire me but not completely.I observe them,all their strengths and weaknesses and then I learn only the things I want to learn from them,I adopt or imitate the "good" leaving behind the "bad" part of their character.
 

Eh??Isn't it confusing??Yes,it is confusing.Seriously,I am confused and scared.I won't be able to speak too much right now but yes Engineering life,trust me,you will be remembered.Challenges,problems,struggle and busy schedule altogether.It's difficult to decide the priority especially when the whole world is conspiring against you.But then,I know my priorities,I know what I am doing and why I am doing.I decided to quit but the angst,once again,has given me courage to fight back,to rise again,to give life a one more chance.Rise from ashes and fight for life.Fight for dreams.Sunshine or Darkness?? Love or hate?? Sanity or Insanity ?? Who cares?? I am sane,I always was and I always will be,no matter what.Yes,I matter,my decisions matter,my priorities matter,my loved ones matter,my life matters.I have my answers.All answers.Now kick my ass and I'll fly higher and higher and higher....







Sunday, September 2, 2012

The Wayfarers!

..Sometimes the journey itself is the destination.They love their journey.Their journey to quench the thirst of knowledge,their journey in search of love,happiness and peace.They keep wandering,alone along the road,and smiling...The wayfarers,the wanderers...
...We live in a world of fantasy and dreams, where most objects are inflated beyond recognition.Fake world,fake people.Lost and corrupted souls.A world where true love does not exist,a world which live on biological needs,a world where love doesn't suffice,a world which demands war and bloodshed,a world which betrays.They love their journey,they keep wandering in the same world.They keep wandering,alone along the road,and smiling...The wayfarers,the wanderers...
...Life is all about loving others.We need to just keep on trying.It is not about how others are loving us - but rather about our loving others.Life's jagged pattern is a chiaroscuro,and  happiness bathes  in these extremities.They experience its madness.They dance,they tumble and fall, they don't cry,they don't complain,they stand up and join the tune again. They don't let themselves bring down by sorrow or pain,ever be faithful their life is not in vain.They keep wandering,alone along the road,and smiling...The wayfarers,the wanderers...
...They keep their journey going.They never make enemies.They don't keep grudges.They believe in building bridges.They are the messengers,the harbingers of GOD,If they don't build bridges, how will we get peace on earth? If they don't spread love, happiness and peace, how will we get harmony and brotherhood on earth?
If they don't, who will???
And they are still wandering, alone along the road, and smiling...just following the faded footprints..They face the pain due to thorns in their path,they consider the ache,they neither curse the path nor the thorn, they dance in the rain, they wander insanely,silence is their virtue,and so the wayfarers are the eternal preserver...
But why is there a need ??why is there a need for suffering?? Is it their responsibility ?? Is it a part of their journey ?? Is it what life's all about?? Or it is something else…something more enlightening..or something more diverse..
Hell..Am I contradicting myself ?? Am I going to extremes?? Perplexed?...Always a question! Always a mystery!
Sometimes journey itself is a contradiction! :D 


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Wayfarers!
P.S. Pardon me if it is bit confusing or too sombre.For it's just a pigment of my imagination.I've never tried this genre before as it is not my forte,but I guess it still conveyed the main thought :)
P.P.S. I tried my best  to maintain the rhythm and give it a poetic feel but unfortunately I'm not a poet, so once again pardon me if it's not up to the expectation.Alright,I'm too modest! ;):D  
~Sayonara!

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

In Pursuit Of Happiness!

Some days sunshine doesn't help.Pain persists.When in pain,LAUGH and blame it on stars and planets and even if this doesn't work then write.Simply write.Boys are always cheerful (I'm not a male chauvinist.I'm not a sexist :D #JustSaying :P).You will never find a single boy crying and whining for little things.But life is so harsh sometimes.Things go wrong.People blame you for the things you are not at all responsible for and when it happens altogether it becomes difficult to bear the pain.Boys are born with this attitude ->Who needs it? Who cares? I'm not gonna look back and why should I.On the contrary,they are weak,not physically and mentally but emotionally.They will never accept it,NEVER.But deep down they know they are.But that's not the issue.Pain makes us stronger.It will help us to make ourselves more stable and eventually grow into a better individual.

Well,this post has nothing to do with boys and their inbuilt qualities (Pun-intended :D).It's more about Happiness.When I scroll down,I find my blog jam-packed with negative posts.The only thing that strikes my mind at this particular instant is to make use of "DELETE" option which I often use when active on social networking sites.I consider myself as one the most optimistic,confident and cheerful person who loves himself for all the little qualities he possess.Love yourself,embrace yourself as the perfect(Though,perfection is a delusional myth and it varies according to person's mentality) and others will return that love.And then only the search for love and happiness is worth while (At times,this self-love turns into obsessive love,yes indeed :P)But still that little silliness makes me happy.I am not at the zenith nor I had accomplished anything big but whatever i had done has been the outcome of that *little silliness*that always sparkled me.

When people were playing Farm ville,City villa,Texas Poker and doing other idiotic things to make themselves happy and live in their world of "so-called-fantasy",I always find myself at good position because I chose the path of becoming Independent and I worked hard for it.It needs hard labour,patience and sleepless nights,if you truly want to earn a good amount from Internet.Of success and ethics,I tried my best to choose ethics.I was learning,I am still learning and when learning and quest for eternal knowledge becomes passion,you automatically become blind,deaf and dumb.Well it may not help me at present but it will surely gonna make my future bright.

Every time I log in to my fb account and find a message saying “Plz like my profile pic”,”Plz like my comment” I feel like killing that guy or a girl (Again ,I’m not a sexist :P) but then I end up doing what they say. If such a simple thing makes them happy, simply do it. It does not cost much ,I guess :P.Most of the people find it silly but your own happiness has so much to do with,“ How you make others happy”!. It is of no use to upload *stud-looking pics*,tag friends in attractive photos and do all other silly stuffs like “You like mine I like yours” :P.It is nothing but mutual sympathy :P .It’s good up to certain extent but Do you really find happiness in it? 

Seriously,I don’t and hence I never did it though I have a good collection of it.I find happiness in counting the pics I’m tagged in. Uploading a photo and craving for likes is what this virtual world is all about. And hence it sucks. But then again as said before, I will do this thing as well because it makes them happy and ultimately it will make me happy.:D 

Happiness is not full stomach , it is *contended mind*.It is a kind of feeling. It is a kind of satisfaction. ”Being ME” is once again a kind of happiness. And people just don’t understand this simple thing which makes me Happy,once again (For no good reason :P).Pardon me if this sounds a bit confusing or too sombre. For this is just a thought. It may sound weird but this is what I think (*wink*)
 


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A day before yesterday I read somewhere “Ethereal happiness is a self-created sand castle on your personal shore”.It really sounds good. Yes, it will fall again and again and again as it is not cemented, glued, taped and walled. But you can’t keep yourself fixated over the fall. Go with the flow, try to explore as much as you can, let it fall now and then because if it doesn’t fall there will be nothing to work for, nothing to build, nothing to look forward to, nothing to prove and nothing to gain,nothing to lose.Fear will only cut your wings.Spread your wings as wind is always beneath your wings.Give it a try.Don't think of the painful fall.The habit of flying will overshadow all your pain.And without the painful fall or loss, would the final product feel worth it? And the answer is NO.A big “NO”.



Life will be monotonous and life without adventure and craziness is not worth living.I'll stick to my opinion and I seriously don't care if it sounds weird and immature :P. The painful fall is must. It’s a part of our life, part of our journey, part of a journey which always search for happiness.Happiness comes your way even when pain exists. It’s more like an asshole who always exists with you but you really can’t see it. It’s a very subjective concept that has different interpretation when asked to different people.This is what I believe and it is just a glimpse of it. I'm ending this post here considering the SEO factors (Oh yeah! I'm going to become a software engineer and thus knowledge of SEO is required :P).Lol,it's just due to time constraints.No other factors.A lot more to me.This is just a beginning.


P.S. And hence there is a need of competitors and enemies to make the castle fall and I don’t mind loving them for doing such a dirty thing. :P

P.P.S: Special thanks to the person who suggested me to write a post which truly reflects me and without pointing fingers on anyone else :D(Well,I didn't hear the latter part and so is the outcome :D) This is indeed a positive post.*Sigh*
  
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~Sayonara!

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Life it is called!

Here I am,once again.140 characters are just not enough.Screw Twitter.Screw Facebook.Screw all other online article sharing platforms.They make us robots.Money making robots.Screw everything that happened.Back to blog.Back to dreams.Back to life.

The world is sleeping right now.Oh yeah! My watch says 2 a.m.Good Morning people. Zzzzee (Can’t hear?)Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz (OMG!they can’t.Everyone is sleeping except me. :D)
So Why I deleted all my previous posts.(Still wondering?:O) So why I’m writing this blog once again.(still wondering? :O)Soul searching? Lol.No.Of course not.Am I dumb? Ummm..okay,don’t answer that. :P:D

And the answer is again a question "What is this life full of care,we have no time to stand and stare"-Robert Frost
This quote relates with everyone's life.Often in life,we get so caught up playing duties,roles and responsibilities that we tend to forget who we are,what is our purpose of life? what is our motto? What are we chasing?Is is worth chasing? Is it making us happy( *Eternal Happiness* :D)?or we are just running,running without reason,without purpose, just to quench the thirst of getting success,money,name and fame.We have our answers.All answers.But no solutions.And this is the biggest tragedy of life.

Life is a race,a never ending race and we are entrapped in this cage of life,a never ending loop which will remain unchanged and unresolved.In between we run,we compete,we fight,we chase,we win sometimes,we lose sometimes.Things change, and so do people and this crucified world keeps turning.

Often times when things are difficult,it almost seems like the whole universe is conspiring against you.Everything you do ,say,write - goes against you. Nothing seems to work. That is when the opposite life is at its best.People keep on giving advices.People suggest you to change so that you can bring a positive change in society as well.People force you to chase your dreams and stop competing with others.But things around you get blurred,the day you start earning,the day you become independent,the day you start day dreaming.Nothing is visible to you.A thing quite similar to color-blindness or something of that kind. But then again,change is mandatory.It is the law of nature.We have to learn and change accordingly.

Often,I wonder how many people in my life love me?And I mean truly .Family is an exception, obviously.The strangers,the friends,the society people.I don’t need their love (honestly,for me,the true love of 18 people which I call my family is more than enough to live my whole life happily)but still I wonder sometimes.I am insane(or much like that).I regularly need people to show me that they love me.And if they don’t,it makes me sad.Real sad.:D .I know it is somewhat childish thing and this blog is definitely not to reveal such secrets but I’m actually not kidding.Damn! It's true.

I know life is too short.It just has four letters.We can either keep grudges or we can live it to the fullest.Choice is completely ours.Nobody is forcing or compelling us to change or to do the things we are not suppose to do or the things which we think are morally incorrect.Nobody is judging us,no one has right to judge us.Its completely our life and whatever we make out of it is the outcome of our efforts and maturity level and all such bookish things.But knowing all these sayings,the answer,the search for true love and happiness,the count of persons in my mind remain unchanged,unresolved,always a question.Always a mystery.

The only answer I have today is that life is all about being with those who make our soul smile,it is all about realizing who we should never let go of,rest everything else is material,EVERYTHING.Our sole purpose of life is to experience the big, wide world, to realize our dreams of adventure.When we're able to ask our self a question like, "What is the purpose of my life?" then only we're on the road to self-understanding, self-actualization and, hopefully Self-realization. Oh, and once the journey has begun it seems there is no going back.No turning back.Sky is the limit.Dream.Live.Explore.All smiles. :):)

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