hope

It all begins while we are infants,
When bad things happen,
And we don't know what to do,
We have hope....

I don't believe in not believing,
I don't know a lot of things,
But when the world is beyond my control,
I close my eyes,
And believe in something,
It gives me hope....

And many a times,
When I am crying,
Many a times,
When no one's there,
I often chant a prayer,
And it gives me hope.....

I know of certain facts,
The death and the sad,
Everything that I know too little about,
But I close my eyes,
And it gives me hope......

Hope of a good morning,
Hope of justice,
Hope of living,
And most of all,
Hope of going on.....

I don't know if i'm an atheist or not, I won't say I've been very good,
But I definitely believe in someone,Just because it give some hope.....

The following day....

Just a little thought, wanted to bring ti down here, let me know how you interpret it, everyone will have a different thing to say-comment to let me know.

The night stars are here,
The clouds are right below,
My mind is a amazed,
How you managed to be here itself,
What will it be like the following day?

I know this moment,
I know this time,
I can feel the breeze now,
I can shout aloud,
What will remain the following moment?

I'm a little nervous,
I don't know what to say,
You propose today,
But will it stand the following breath?

The future is unknown,
Useless to apprehend,
I want to see a future,
Yet I don't want to sketch it out,
I just want to build it,
So it is not dependent on the 'following day'

What do you think, you may be or not after this post, you don't know the following thing/time/moment/breadth, how do you feel-will you take risks or play safe now? 

I don't know you but I believe in your dream!

I don't know who you are but let me tell you I believe in you, in your dream. If there's something you would like to say after reading this post you are most welcome to leave your comments and I will get back to you.
I keep telling this, someone once told me "When do you write?"
I told him "Whenever I am motivated to, I want to inspire the world with something I believe is a great cause or even when I want to pour out my heart....it is a moment I cannot determine"
He laughed out loud.....I didn't and I never will because I believe in what I said, it was very honest and mostly I believe in the strength of dreams.

There is some strength in doing something you are skilled at but there is a godly strength in something you dream/believe in because there is no hindrance that can stop you, no power greater than your desire within and I believe in this, I believe in you.....each moment every time, even if noone else does, I do. So if you think the times are difficult and you are tired then let me tell you
"A smooth sea has never made a skilled sailor". My friends you are in a journey, journey of your dreams, most men/woman donot have their dreams- it is that difficult. But you are there, you have the courage to live your dream, you will never have to lie to your heart all your life, you will make it someday even if it takes time, I am proud that you are chasing your dreams.

I don't know if this will help but this is for every soul who has a dream, to make there life a little easier, to tell them I believe in them.....here are some great material

After all noone believed you could visit moon unless Neil Armstrong had!

Thanks for reading, if it has helped you or inspired you share it so many others like you finds a little support/inspiration to carry on in the journey of achieving their dreams. Best of luck to all of you, do share and leave your comments for me :)

The 100% attendance kid

The 100% attendance kid was called 'Kimo' and the whole school knew him. He got the awards for attendance, which was okay but we all hated him because whenever we were absent he was the lord to learn from. The lord never moved an inch from his place, attended all classes, prepared for all exams and never ever was absent. In chinese philosophy 'Ki' meant  circulating life energy and so we believed it was in him, the lord of energy and non-absence. It was not respect but mockery, however nothing could beat Kimo, he still won his awards all his years in school. Now was farewell. We were a little surprised to see his absence, it was the first time you see? Later we got to know, he had proposed and was soon to get married to the girl. Kimo's life was envious now....

We are over our school days, grown up, some in touch, some not. Kimo remains a matter of discussion almost at every reunion and the best part is Kimo has become a legacy to the school. Kimo's generations have followed him into the school and due to his early marriage, he would be a grandfather by now. However everyone still remains envious of Kimo even today. Many of us didn't get considered because our profiles had a low attendance percentile, we cursed Kimo. Often our presence got diluted in classes and we missed the pretty teacher's attention, cursed Kimo. He had ruined our lives like an alien and we unanimously hated him. We decided to have a grand reunion and send VIP invites to Kimo. It was a targeted plan to ridicule the curse of our lives 'Kimo'.

The preparations were ablaze. Everything went perfectly well and the day arrived, however Kimo ditched us. Our heart burn in having being defeated again but his grandmother came. She broke the bad news that Kimo was taken ill recently and could not make it. It was shocking how Kimo had managed this human stuff-falling ill? His grandmother was so humble and sweet, we got talking to her and loved her chitchats. She had prepared some very traditional chinese dishes that we all enjoyed. She had also served something very soothing. On asking further she said it was a drink of various herbs from ancient days that helped one keep out of cold. I was curious and asked her about Kimo's life. Slowly I derived Kimo had this drink everyday and thus also considered this as a probable reason for his unwanted presence at school. On knowing the details, it was too complex to make, I didn't take any efforts. Later, someone from their lineage had found an easy way to get it to us, it was called 'chyawanprash'. Having this may not make you like 'Kimo' but it surely can increase your chances. However, don't be Kimo, be different, be you. chyawanprash may only help you to stay fit always, so you could be more of you.



Link to daburchyawanprash- https://www.liveveda.com/daburchyawanprash/

Oranges in heaven

I don't know if your a mother or not but if you are, let me tell you, this very exercise with your children could be great help in future. As kids, my mother took us(my sister and I) to the terrace to have oranges. She peeled them for us while we played around, fought and took the vitamin C doses. We loved those days, even today I associate with oranges very specially, now you know why. There were several other things that happened with this experience- we grew as siblings and as children, our bond with our sibling and mother grew very strong, we associated that moment of bliss with happiness/heaven.

oranges

Sometimes simple things in life make a huge impact. This particular thing in my life always has. Oranges in the vacations on the terrace was a moment in heaven.

Its another morning,
And vacations it is,
It means mother will get oranges,
And we will spend it on the terrace it seems;

Mother will peel the oranges for us,
While I hide behind her for a game or two,
But what is it we should play?
Have you thought of this sister dear?

The sun is high,
The terrace is vast,
The time is come,
Let us head towards the terrace, let's run!

We play hither and thither,
We fight and deny and sulk about it,
While mother has peeled the few oranges,
And she tells us a tale of forgiveness and love;

In this tale,
A sister leaves another,
I cry profoundly,
Clutch you desperately,
Forgetting what had passed between us,
I cannot bear to be apart sister;

In this triangle,
Mother must be there,
We pull her in and sob together,
My mother is smiling,
She says we are wise
And she is proud of us;

I promise to let it be like that,
This heaven of ours and the oranges in it,
Everything always be just like that.....

Being comfortable with 'Being Emotional' or being me

read previous part - click here

The fact that society creates a negative impression on the word 'emotional' is clear from the first image we see when we think of 'someone emotional' as in the earlier post. However each of us are endowed with emotions of varying degrees, priorities may differ though. We normally shy away from any kind of negative emotion display in public including 'crying','anger' or other stuff. In the process you create 'a split you' in public and in private. What we have to learn is to be comfortable with who we are. You look great without make up, you also look great while crying, it's just that we want you to be happy.


Why should we be Comfortable?
High heels can be fun but the uncomfortable ones are a disaster. Being emotional makes you strong. There is one thing any person cannot bear, it is not poverty or hunger, it is 'not being loved'. And to be loved you must know yourself, be yourself and love yourself. If your emotions cannot be acceptable, are 'you' being loved? or are you compromising? Maybe. Life and death are the happiest and saddest of moments. A person who runs from emotions will be further bruised every day while an emotional person will be satisfied that he/she has spent quality time with him/her. You will also be able to better express yourself and be out of it.


Be Vulnerable ?
If you cry in the hall, you will be victim to many. People will know your weaknesses? Solution? Remember 'being emotional' is not a weakness but a strength. However who you are emotional towards has to be defined by you. Only your close ones should be the people who can hurt you and knowing how sensitive,how expressive and how emotional you are can help them know you and also hurt you less. A stranger cannot use this because you are not weakened by him, unless ofcourse you saw Tom Cruise, seriously? :D I said stranger, every girl is married to Tom Cruise ;).

Someone had asked me once- 'When do you write?'. I said 'When I feel like it,the urge within'. He found it amazing and laughed, I  didn't.

So are you emotional, sensitive, expressive? Are you yourself? I am me.....

What does 'Being emotional' mean ?

Unlike other posts, I will try to make this easier and more intuitive i.e. giving you hints and pictures. Look beyond the question after a moment when you have the answer.

What comes to your mind when u think 'emotional' ?

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Yet the above images are only that of a 'sad' person not an emotional person. However the person might be emotional or expressive. In short emotional and sad would be mutually exclusive (~independent of each other).

What about this ?

I'd rather say this is 'expressive', once again not really emotional. So are you emotional, if so, how do you know?

Being emotional is simultaneous to 'Being Human' because it is a natural instinct. Being emotional doesn't always have to mean you be seen in miserable states of crying, infact lots of emotional people are sensitive and are utterly introvert/private. You may or may not choose to express your being emotional.

Let me know how you define being 'emotional' in comments below. 

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The Red Umbrella

It must have been dark when I jolted into reality, wet from the rain that had drowned the city. You must not be harsh on me, I am not to be blamed, not many a times do times like this come back, divulging me into sweet memory lanes with you.

Love has never harmed, it may have pained though. 
I would never like to take a moment back from these moments even if I knew the end was futile. Somehow, I enjoy the journey of love, every bit of it, the ending is just another part, which goes wrong many a times. Have you fallen in love, have you lived it, then may be you know what I say.

We were out shopping and gallivanting in the cheap discount stores like most mundane weekends. We loved each others companies and were found in birdy clusters shopping,feasting or just straying. The best part of our BFF hangouts were the freedom, it gave us the liberty of being you, no one would judge us and no one would look down. We exchanged ideas,surprises,worries and often a part of us. We were a closely knit friend family of three-Priyaani (or Pry),Uani (or Uan),Natavu (or Nat). Things got very different in seconds later.

I was in a pensive mood and we discussed on our family troubles, verdicts of college and moving out. It was a tough time for us and we were each trying to help but were equally lonely ourselves. To our surprise, Uan's mentioned her new relationship. It's nothing small for the tiny family we were, a new intruder was never welcome and we've been singles from the time we were born. Uan's being the shiest announced her relationship (first precisely). Nat's and I exchanged looks in apprehension,jealousy,underestimation etc. However this was a secret, Uan's only got warm congrats and lovely smiles. We were singles but we could fake it whenever needed. I remember Nat's faking a cry scene in a mall just to force her father with some gifts she wanted to give him. Uan's was in a different world and noticed nothing of the undercurrent she just set. She also looked like a stage higher than us, considering herself sole mature advice centre and starting eyeing us as 'kids'. Things weren't fair at all because of this MR.New namely George (or G).

Next few weekends Uan's was missing, Nat's and I went out vagabonding. Trying the all together thing was the worst idea, wherever we went, the scale of romance was at the peak while sense of  'wanting to punch' was at peak for the rest. When we first saw G, we jumped to conclusions-

1. he's a playboy, 
2. he's too handsome for Uan, 
3. he was into illegal stuff, 
4. he was the ultimate bad guy, 
5. he will leave Uan all broken.

If I ever told you about breadth taking beauty, this was quite that. The right proportion of black eyes,dark hair,perfectly tanned skin,a cliche sense of fashion,a desperate sexy walk and lastly a heart break handshake. After all this, you could not resist him because of his truth, every word spoken seemed like humble,fresh and true. Nothing seemed wrong, just nothing.

------To be contd. in this post itself within a week-------
Sorry guys for not meeting the deadline, it will be done by end of October or even sooner. My sincere apologies.

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part2

He also had a red umbrella, listened to 'Shania twain' and humbly paid the bills. So what to do with this perfect one?

Nat and I coherently decided "Gotta kick out G!"
So we plan. The together meetings increase, we help each one to be their best and hence help Uan to see what she missed, 'freedom'. Freedom is such a thing that people may not fight for the country but always defend for oneself. Things got twitchy and with time the peak of romance dropped. Not much time and Uan came crying to us, complained on the idiot G was and we helped her sober down. So, Never Ever try to get into BFFs.......it is fatal!

We had a few weeks of friendly meet outs before exams turned our casual outings to ban and we retreated to 1night studies and succumbed to family rambles. On one such night while I stayed alone at home preparing for the exam next day, there was a bell. I checked from the window pane and what I saw was shocking......'G'!

And let me tell you, its not easy to see someone horribly wet(was raining) standing at your doorway in the most pensive mood possible. Not more when he is so damn irresistible. I couldn't help but feel bad for him, specially for what we had done to him. However that was my secret, he didn't know, right? Or I hoped so. The perfect physique crumbled before me and turned absolutely dull, he was crying. I hate to say this but yes this is the worst part, I had to ask him in and to calm down. He relentlessly recited the break up and how things split and it was still a maze to him. I tried to be as sympathetic as possible but I could not help feel the guilt in me rise beyond bounds. In such a moment he neared me and kissed me. Being a complete loner, I have to agree it was not bad, infact very good, except the guilt had gone even higher. He softly embraced me and said, "I'm sorry, thanks for being there.Adieu". He parted with his red umbrella over his head.

Even though the meeting had abruptly ended, it was sweet farewell with every inch of meeting soon rock solid. Even though he said sorry, I didn't feel any of it and yet the eyes were so convincing, I believed him.From this time I tried to separate guilt and my feelings, I tried to defeat my love, after all it had come just once, it really was not a small deal. I think I made things complex, I should have believed my heart but its not so easy really, when you're hit at the weakest time in life, we often succumb. In the pale thought of our future, the BFFs were fading, I tried to justify "they have split, ofcourse they have,isin't it?". "Was I wrong? I was guilty of the past but that couldn't be undone. Was I still wrong for being a little selfish once?"

----to be contd. asap---