Sweet Dilemma

An ominous feel in air

Got me like an ocean so deep

Too late to turn my face off

Just thinking about it makes the time sweep

The connection so unexpected

When formals turned to friendship

Two alikes can never be “just friends”

And it all got transformed into “something” solely

The passion damn so sweet

So sweet for heart to handle

Wants to express the feelings out

But stopped by the fear of denial

The feeling just weird beyond limits

Willing to love, not to let go

Whether to take the risk

Or just go with the friendship flow?

So crazy it is, unable to express the sweet madness

The unending battle between mind and heart

Bliss lifts me up, fear gives it a contrast

It feels so good, yet it feels so hard

The sea of fire

The risk is to cross

The risk if given a step towards

Fear will be tossed

The scene can go contradictory

For the sea can gulp me down

The loss of friendship, indigestible for me

Is the love so much divine that I have found!?

Our Worst Enemy

Under the sky, below the twinkling stars so high, we sit amidst the cool nature. Talking about life, philosophy, politics and just other random topics. I and Harry sit along the river side enjoying the calmness and the peace.

Spending a few moments in peaceful refreshment, we return back to our home while we race till the living room. Well, his fit body always leaves me behind in races. Never mind, I still enjoy the failure. We still washing our hands and legs and we hear, “Drop yourselves in kitchen boys, the dinner is ready.” Undoubtedly, it is ready as we let the delighting aroma in our nose that stimulates our hunger nerves.

There is surely some magic in mom’s hand; what a yum food! Well, I climb upstairs to get busy with my assignments that are to be submitted within few days. Harry just enters after me and he is busy with his comics.

“Damn! The summer is too hot this year” I complain as I blow my t-shirt. A nice environment was created which was suddenly interrupted by Harry when he jumped out of his chair for some prank. Yes, the ‘prank’- the frightening word when it is related to him. He brings a jug of water and SPLASHHHH! I am completely drenched in water and so are my assignments, my hard work. “You are an idiot, Harry” I say this with my face completely blood-red in anger. He giggles, “I am just helping you out as you are feeling hot”

His giggle furiates me even more. “Not everything is fun. Grow up. Stop behaving like a kid. You are now in 11^th standard and still you are engaged in comics during your free time. You have no sense at all. You are just an epitome of stupidity” my temper is now as high as the sky. And I insult him like anything. He feels bad and looks down as I continue, “No forgiveness for you. Don’t expect me to forgive you.” He says nothing and goes to bed.

I am still busy controlling myself not to slap him. I just keep everything aside and go to my ‘dream-land’.

It’s next morning and I am still not talking to him. My mom comes to know everything by our behaviour. She consoles me and makes me understand but stubborn me, I leave deaf ears to her and leave the house for college.

Unable to concentrate in lecture, my mind mulls over the last night incident. The revenge bites me inside.

Fortunately, we are left from college soon and I rush towards my room. I take his notes and BURNNN! I put them to flames. When he returns, he is taken aback by this revengeful deed of mine. And the aftermath quite predictable, we have a quarrel. The matter gets serious this time. I take a promise of never ever talking to him. Our mom scolds both of us for fighting over silly reasons. But we both are made up of the same material, both get raged to high extent.

Days passed and we haven’t spoken a word to each other. I get busy with my daily routine of home to college and then study.

I am busy paying attention to the lecture when I hear the principal calling out my name as he wants me immediately in his cabin. I think of every possible reason of his call and my heart-rate accelerates as my foot steps proceed towards his cabin.

“May I come in, sir?”

“Dhrumin, you have to rush immediately towards the hospital besides your home. You brother Harry met with a serious accident.”

My jaw drops down wide in astonishment. I no longer stay there and off towards the hospital. I am too late. I cannot see anything but my dear brother lying there and the ECG, showing a straight line.

I break down in tears. Speechless. Shocked. Bewildered. The ground below me caves in and my mind blows off. I plod towards him and sit besides his corpse. I travel back in time, recalling those memories we cherished, the fun we had. I break out more with my heart too heavy for me to carry. I didn’t even have a chance to settle our disputes.

He is so annoyed that he went away from me. I beg him to open his eyes. I scream for forgiveness. But he is none to listen. I know he is never going to come back but it is too difficult for the heart to accept what the mind already knows!

He takes a leave without any peace between us. I want to talk but it is too late. I want to tell him how much I love him but it is too late. I feel numb. I feel so worthless. I feel so much ashamed of myself that I had so much puffed with ego.

Never be late to express your love, your feelings to anyone. Life is just too short to express your feelings for your closed ones and too short to regret over things. You love someone? Express it to them. You respect someone? Just show it to them. You care for someone? Just tell them. Make sure it is never too late. Never let your anger endanger your relation with anyone. You never know when your last ‘goodbye’ is. Anger is just a small page in the book of relation. Never skip the entire book because of one small page. It is the worst enemy any human can have. But never let it defeat our feelings. Ultimately, the power of love is much stronger than the evil of anger!

The Gentleman’s Sport

[I would like to be grateful to my very dear friend and a football freak, Miss Ashmita Patel who suggested me this topic of football to write on and provided me the encouragement to write on this!]

You breathe air, you eat food, you drink water. Do you love someone or something so much for which you can give up any of these things? Yes? Then that’s passion! This word energizes me to a whole new level from where it’s next to impossible for me to level down. And for me, passion, love, craziness, insanity, lust, madness, addiction, all means the same-FOOTBALL!

A sport, not just a game is something for which I can give up food and play whole day. Passion for anything doesn’t rises out suddenly. It takes time and skill over it. My skills in football? Dude, you don’t want know how much I have sweated to learn the basics of my religion-football. I respect the beautiful sport; I love it from all my heart. Football is a religion, I am a footballer.

You must be thinking how mad am I exaggerating so much on a simple sport, aren’t you? This is passion, my friends. The passion is irresistible.

Not a love at first sight situation, but I fell in love with it in 11^th standard. How romantic na! LOL. Jokes apart, you wouldn’t believe me but I used to hate football. Yes, you read right. I used to hate it. I found it worthless. Few men running from one corner to another for scoring a goal, that too for 90 minutes on an enormous rectangular grassy ground. Man! That’s so tiring.

But my life had different plans for me. While in school, my other friends had interest in football and so they used to play during the break time. Well, I didn’t have any interest but I thought to give it a try. I ENJOYED! Yes, the sport which I hated at first was enjoyed by me. And moreover, I used to play more of it.

It doesn’t end here. The climax still waits. I was an empty mind box with no skill. Interest is a different thing and passion is on a complete new level. I had interest so I didn’t bother much about it but gradually I started developing my skills, not enough though. I used to be just a player among the team in my friend circle. Today, I am the one who select players for my team.

You may be thinking why I am describing all this. Football is a sport whose beauty can never be described through words. It has the capability to morph the enemies to friends, hatred to love, interest to passion. Undoubtedly, all sport games are good, but to me, football is my passion, my drug. Whatever you may call it!

Want to know the best thing about football? The legendary players, while playing hurt each other and cause injury, unintentionally but in the end, the hug each other, exchange their t-shirts. No quarrels, no altercations. Not because they have to maintain their dignity but they have respect for the beautiful game and respect for the skills the other players possess. Now you know why football is called The Gentleman’s Game. Proud to be a FOOTBALLER!

The Act of Revulsion

Stuffed with laziness and enriched with procrastination, it is again that slothful Sunday and I am in my bed busy in converting oxygen into carbon-dioxide, that’s it. Well, plants owe me some respect, don’t they?

I carry my work-shy piece of body to the computer desk which is about 2 m away. Urrghh! Why the desk is so far! Of course, the synonym of Sunday is ‘anti-study’ day and I am not going to have an eye contact with any of my thick bunch of pages. PC on and so is my most favourite game, Call of Duty. Yeah, I do love that ‘bang bang’ game.

No type of disturbance I am open too. It’s just me and the peace surrounding me in my huge mansion. *bling* Damn! I spoke too soon I guess. I was just enjoying my own company and my cell phones vibrates and what I see make my jaw drop wide down. The results are out. That is the most devilish thing those educational authorities can do; put our results on Sunday and spoil the weekend.

Don’t worry, I’ll make it. Don’t worry, I’ll pass. I keep reciting this self-incentivizing statement as I open the link to check my results. I hope I make it in this semester because I still have 3 backlogs to clear and I hope my fate doesn’t add more to this number.

“Sorry! You’ve not cleared your examination.” My heart aches as I see this statement typed below of the screen highlighted in red colour. I am a student like others and just like others, I curse them. “They are fools. They don’t know how to check the papers. They must quit their jobs and crave on roads.” I shout out, cursing them to the loudest.

Look down in depression, totally demoralized. What will my parents say? What will my relatives comment? Yes, that nature of mine to mull over negative things and still tethers me into its bad aftermath.

I scratch my head in anxiety. And what adds more to it is the sound of the door getting opened. It’s my mom. I disclose the truth in front of her and I am backfired. She scolds me and pours all her anger upon me, drenching me in shame. She cries, she sits down and all I do is just watch her with my eyes wet. I have let her too down this time. I can’t see her like this. “Mom, I promise to put my heart and soul this time. I assure you that I will get all my backs cleared, and come up with none from next time. I assure you that you’ll feel proud of me.” She smiles. I take a sigh of relief feeling good for the day.

I hope no more sorrows today and keeping this hope alive, I enter my classroom. Uh-oh! We have our head faculty in our class and his face blood red. I saw troubles approaching towards me. “Oh! Look who has come. Miss Aditi. Come, I hope you too belong to the herd of these brainless bulky fleshy bodies. Yes, I have seen your result.” Wow! How beautifully I am welcomed in class with the showers of insults. He adds some more and continues his insult in front of the whole class. He finally concludes but the conclusion purely resembles persecution. The conclusion, according to him, is to write our assignments 5 times, each containing 20 pages and get it signed within 2 days. If we fail to accomplish, no exams for us. It is an atrocious act by the faculties to burden the student. I accept that I did not study well but this is not the right way to improve the students.

Again I get hauled in the tornado of woe. I think and think and think. “I cannot handle this anymore now” I say to myself seeing no ray of hope. Fortune is in my favour. No one’s in class because of lunch break and a perfect situation for my mind-plan. I fetch a rope from the corner, tie it to the ceiling fan and make a loop of the suspended end. I have a look around for the last time. Tears in my eyes and my heart into pieces. I feel worthless. I had assured my mom that she would be proud me. I’m sorry, really sorry, mom. I put the look around my neck and I am unconfined from all my sins.

Our society suffers from a major disease. The symptoms show the victim adding more to a person’s trouble. Here, the faculty harassed the student to such an extent that she committed suicide. Both were at fault. The faculty is supposed to make her understand politely and take care of her, not intimidate her. And the student, she must have courage. Life is not a bed of roses. Success is the survival through the failures and she must have understood that. One must not get suppressed by the small pressures of life. If a person commits suicide, it is not only he who dies. He takes away the happiness, the souls of his loved ones along with him. At the same time, the society must realize that every brain has the beam of light that goes for something extraordinary. It may take time but it is not incapable.

Seriously, don’t we live in an extra weird world where a person who must be soft gets rude and hard over other and the one, who must be hard and tough, gets loose and commits suicide!

Veneration for Her

She can be your strength

She can be your weakness

If she’s determined

She can be the aggregate

No, she’s not a toy

No, she’s not to be used

Having the dare to be against the crowd

She doesn’t let her power too loose

Just beard doesn’t make you a man

Show some respect, show some attention

Maybe she’s your wife, sister or daughter

You gotta protect her from every apprehension

She is your responsibility

She is your pride

She holds the power to break you

She has the power to make you glide

Show her a spark

She’ll show you hell

Show her some love, some care

She will make home a heaven so well

She is the power-pack

She is the core of the society

She belongs in the shoulder-to-shoulder walk

Not to the trash of inferiority

Women in our nation

Resembles the Goddess

A woman taught you to speak

Never hurt her with any act of rudeness

Fight for women

Not fight against women

Source of enlightenment a lady is

A lady always deserves a gentleman!

Gratitude to the Haters

When you strive

Struggle to survive

And the hustle pays back

It’s the time you start to ‘vive’

When haters rise together

Your success they try to tether

You need not give a care

You yourself are all that matters!

I open my eyes to see the beautiful, early morning with birds chirping the sweet symphony and I see my room mate slumbering down on the velvety carpet.

“Get up you filthy bulk of mass”, I kick him as I wake him up. Clock is ticking by too fast and he spends time too extravagantly to get hot to trot.

Well, typical he set up some trance music on vigorous loud before he goes to bathroom. I see him in disgust and he winks at me, giving the ‘be cool’ face.

I cannot be a resistance to this habit of his because he is a trained DJ. I can say that he can charge any person with goose bumps. This is all enough to describe his heart-throbbing talent of playing music.

It’s Saturday night and as wonted, I visit his club where he is the ‘STAR DJ’, DJ Sumand. I can bet anyone for any amount that when he rules the DJ counter, there’s not a single person who is warming up the chair, rather everyone has their feet thumping on the floor, moving like that and they dance. And yes, today he just         activated his music senses and booommm! The crowd bursts into a loud shout and there, they dance.

But no longer he enters the mid-way of the music track comes another DJ, seeming to be his long lost rival, the one who hated him the most in town, starts up his shake it off music. People, too excited for the new man in town, rushed towards him, making Sumand feel as if nothing.

Yes, I can see the rage in his eyes, filled with envy and he jumps down off the platform. “Let us be outta here, Dave.”  He holds my hand firm and takes me out of the crowd. “I am boiling. How dare he cut my trance and start up his ear-hurting noise! He hates me but I hate him even more.” he bursts out in jealousy and anger.

I just keep calm and give him my ears and no piece of advice, for now. We drive towards our room. Of course it’s me driving the car. Giving him to drive will be like standing in front of a hungry lion.

He goes in to freshen up while I order a mouth-watering, slobbering, tongue stimulating, big sized, pan cheese burst pizza with extra toppings on it. Yes, just like you, I too go SSSHHHHRRRRRUUUUUUUPPPPPPP as I order the pizza.

While having our dinner, being his comrade, I speak out, “Sumand, the world is full of competition you know that. You never fall in that devilish thing unless you want to regret a lot in later life. He is your rival and it must not affect you. Undoubtedly, you are one of the best DJs in town and you hold the prestige till date. You work hard, you influence so many ears and I don’t think of you affecting your talent because of some stupid rivalry and hatred. You must man up, show some maturity and continue your hustle. What one hates of you or thinks of you is none of your matter. What matters is your hard work and the whirl of yours.” He nods his head. Now is the time is take the sigh of relief.

The next early beautiful morning and we are out for a healthy walk. Cherishing the coolness of the atmosphere, to our misfortune, it doesn’t last long. Guess whom do we meet! It’s that piece of rivalry who wants to impede the ‘Sumand’ trend in the town. Sumand tries to keep calm, casts his mind back on what I had told him.

When someone is on the verge of success, or probably completely indulged in success, there are many who raise their voice against them, trying to pull them down. This old rival was no new. The fire was fury was controlled by Sumand with quite a great effort but just a prick from the rival let him explode. He termed him as ‘DJ of the old school’ and bammm! Sumand responded him with a great blow on his face, leaving a dark spot on his face.

This was an act of dishonor for Sumand’s fame and name.

We do no late in getting back home.

“What you did there is completely inacceptable. It’s true his act was preposterous but you must show some mindfulness. And…”

Sumand interrupts my talk, “I am a name in the town. I am the living trend in the town. How dare he insult me like that! How am I supposed to digest that creepy thing?”

I frown at him. “No matter what he does, you must respect your success, not be puffed up with conceit. I hope you get that.” He gulps down his anger and stands in shame as I add, “There are people out there who are willing to pull you down, not just him. Are you going to fight every single of them? Remember, you don’t be number one by thinking how to defeat others, you achieve that glory by defeating yourself, and rising up, lifting yourself up. I told you earlier too that what they do, think is none of your matter. Just think you waste your time in mulling over them in hatred, spoiling your mood and by that, you disrespect your talent. People hate, let them hate. They hate you because they aren’t you. There are people who adore you, too. Work for them. Work to make them happy. If you lose your mind over the hatred, it’s exactly what your haters want and I don’t think you want to do that. Everyone’s a hero until they get dragged away in the trap of their haters. The day you have no haters is the day you lose your success. So be thankful to your haters and smile at them. It’s they themselves who make you feel like you are better than them.”

The glow of goodness provokes in him and he gives me a humble smile. I can see him realizing his mistake. He leaves out all his negativity at once, like every person must!

Name in the Hall of Fame

When the clouds darken up

When the mountains hinder up

When the rocks tend to break you

It’s the time for you move

When the struggle is too hard

When the success is too far

When the spirit in you gets high

It’s the time for you to shine

It’s all about the dare

It’s your mind that starts to flare

Give yourself just a chance

Let your aim be enhanced

You have to break the walls

You stand up for every fall

Dust yourself, your eyes towards sky

Learn for the fall, nothing bad in repeating the try

Energize the inner you

Not everyone dares but just a few

The normals are the ones who mostly rest

You are unique, rest is not for the best

Be the light, shine so bright

Hold your aim so tight

Everything that wanna crush you

Makes you stronger, makes a superior you

If no pain, there's no gain

Let the vain get drained

Sweat blood, practise loud

Let the world be spellbound 

When you break out from the shell

When the caliber in your perfectly dwells

Add a jewel in your name
See yourself in the Hall Of Fame!

The pinch of Madness

No man has ever tasted success without a pinch of madness! And yes, this is true for no doubt. The fire in the eyes is seen in any person who wants to gallop towards the mountain-top, crushing every rock in between him.

Nevertheless the speed may get low, but the outcome of it is double the pace. The rage of achieving something is damn so addictive. The addiction struck Dharmin too while he was studying his mechanical engineering.

I walked down the room and there, like always he is busy doing something. One could never understand his time management. He wanted to learn every possible thing he wished to. Yes, you read correct, every possible thing. Cooking was found interesting? He wants to learn. Playing guitar fascinated him! He wanted to learn. No matter if it was of his use or not, no matter if it was related to his field or not, all that mattered was the madness he had to achieve something, actually achieve everything in life.

We often have talks together and today, he comes up with one. “Life is a very beautiful thing and too short to learn many things. And so, before I take away my respect to heaven, I want to conquer my interests staying here on earth and about my dream, I want people to say that Dharmin was a guy, who utilized his life perfectly!”

I gaze at him in interest. His words have the energy to fill any person with zeal, with excitement for life. And yes, you can now easily make out that he worked crazily hard to achieve his “everything”.

What do you all think, he must have been topped with success too early and settled his life, right? Trust me, his hard work to success ratio wandered around zero.

He never cares about success. What he wants is to try, to develop himself.

I worked for a company and was doing well. I often offer him with my few advices to do some normal service job. He just gives me a smile as if being asked something stupid. Curiosity overflows in me and I couldn’t resist asking him, “What makes you feel to do many things and not get tired of it?” His reply was worth a salute, “If I ask you to tell me one unique thing about yourself, would you be able to answer me?” I was left silent. I understood what he was trying to say.

He added, “You know what? Be mad, be crazy. You want me to go up with normal service job and make my life a futility? Hell no. I don’t want to be normal. It is as important as the letter ‘p’ in pneumonia.” I could feel the craziness he had for life, the insanity. He knew where he was going. I see the enthusiasm in his eyes while he frowns. He continues as I patiently listen, “I don’t want to repeat every day for 75 years and call it a life. I demand craziness from my life. Make yourself stand apart from the crowd. That is where you will be noticed otherwise no one can see you in the crowd. And I live my life. I control my life, not the life controls me. I rule my mind, not the mind rules over me.” His speech, his thinking so much inspiring and heart-warming! And the energy in his voice can possibly melt any person’s heart and rage the blood towards development.

He is a person who wants to move on, fly, walk, sprint, crawl, even fall but doesn’t want to stop. He moved with the light year and be so indulged in construction of his life that he spares no time for collywobbles. A man who cannot be tamed by luck because he believes in hard work and luck only comes to those who believe in hard work. And talking about him, hard work is one thing but he had the madness in him that took him all the way to the sky!

Dare to try to SPEAK

Before you think of anything by reading this and entering the world of the rising motivation, just let me ask you a frightening question: How often do you speak English? If you speak quite often, I appreciate it. If less, why don’t you give it a try? You fear what if people laugh, right?

It is not an exceptional case that many of the people who speak local languages hesitate a lot in speaking English. They lack the dare to learn, to take step, to open a new door. Even I, an ex-student of an English medium school hesitated a lot in speaking English. I tried to improve my fluency in English language but all turned out to be the reason of other people’s laugh. Just imagine, something that could build me up left me embarrassed among my friends. Too complicated to digest! Yes, my mind’s talk was too ridiculous to be accepted and too demoralizing thing.

I sat in regret. I sat in grief. Why, because of others should I be an obstacle in my own path? I started speaking in English. Why delay the good start! Yeah, people did laugh, they did make fun of me. I gave them deaf ears and carried my journey to the mountain-top.

Time brings out the result of every possible thing and I was resulted with English on the tip of my tongue. As if the language just got itself entrapped in the DNA of mine.

We often feel that what we achieve is the ultimate thing. I would ask you that. Is it really the ultimate thing?

My days, flowing as a whistle-stop river were at brisk. I started speaking out quite good English in my class and was being a nonesuch person at my aim. But contrast existed. Some of my friends talked to me in local language and used words which were out of reach of my understanding head (as in energy). “Damn it! You are of English medium school. Our language rocks. ”

I was like, are you kidding me?  It made me feel as if I committed a crime being an English medium student. What a mentality students nowadays have developed regarding the language!

People have a very wrong notion in their minds that speaking a different language other than their local ones is a deed of shame and not worth it. Why such thinking we possess in this so advanced world? Are our minds really advanced? Are we really civilized in this civilized world? Change your thinking. Take a new step. Let people laugh. You live for yourself. You are responsible for building yourself. Do not hesitate. Do not fear being a failure in that. Success is not a big thing; it is just an integration of small failures whose limits lie from “I can’t try it” to “Let me try it”!

Anti-Competition

Number of people breathe around you, everyone possesses some or the other skill which they are good at. But they get drowned in the jealousy if they see anyone doing better than them.

Dhiraj was an architecture student studying in one of the top universities of the state. Good at his brains, skilled at his artwork, the qualities in Dhiraj completely fitted in the demands of skills required in the field he chose. 1^st year of his college was smooth as silk; he passed it with distinction.

College life! Strangers become friends and he too earned the gift by succeeding his step towards 2^nd year. His friend circle was a pack of people; each one had a spark within, apart from technical knowledge. One was good at photography, other was good at singing. Everyone was bestowed with gifts. Dhiraj was no different. He had the talent of sketching. He could sketch any portrait, any substance. If he was told to sketch of a city area, he had the talent to copy the picture of that and paste it in canvas by his only weapon, a pencil.

Good or bad, we have to accept that it is human nature, one never gets satisfied by what he/she has. This truth attacked Dhiraj and the aftermath was jealousy. Jealous of his friends. Was the gleed in him good enough? Could the ill-feel winnow him from his friends?

He was totally unaware that he would later have to indemnify on the path he was travelling. Counting less of his blessings, he started counting his flaws. Well, this is not less than common among today’s youth. The seed of jealousy was taking the shape of a tree. His friends earned appraisals from the society. He, busy with his fire of envies did not exhibit his own talent often. He had the opportunity to make his life remunerative but he pulled himself down.

Yeah, competition can build some people but also can destroy other! Gradually, his cordial eyes towards his circle turned to eyes of hostility. It was the time in his life where he needed to realize he was travelling on the wrong side and may meet an accident. The inevitable truth soon hit his doorsteps. He experienced failure in his studies. Moreover, the parasite inside him ate up his talent; when he practiced sketching, he made mistakes that frustrated him which resulted in him tearing his work. What a waste of talent he suffered just because of jealousy and competition!

Many minds today get depressed, leave their field of interest and even commit suicide. They are killed by the competition they face. Students must not take competition that seriously, unfortunately it is our society which stuffs the trash in a student’s mind. ‘Oh look, the neighbor’s son is good at this. The uncle’s daughter is skookum at that’. By this, the person starts feeling low and looks the other person in jealousy, which later yields a bad, really bad result.

One must know that everyone has the spark. Never dull the sparkle in yourself. The society has to understand that people must be appreciated for who they are, not for who they are not. Competition will only help one to be better than others, but it won’t teach any lesson to a person.

Instead, let us keep our eyes straight towards our aim. We know what we are good at. Why not focus on ourselves than on others! Raise yourself. Self-belief is the pair of wings that can lift you up while competition and jealousy are the forces that can push you down. You have to decide on which you need to focus more!

Never Act Blind

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We often lose the ones whom we adore a lot, admire a lot. People with whom we decide to tread on the avenue of life often leave us in between. Egoism, conceit, jealousy, distrust and many more are the roots of the crack in any relation. But who’s the main villain? Misunderstanding.

Misunderstandings have killed, distorted many relations like anything in this world and the worst part lies when people refuse to have ears on any type of clarifications.

Million hearts face this dark feel and so did the heart of Aadarsh. A person is not known by the skin he wears but more by the heart he embodies.

Aadarsh had a group of amigos in the prime of his life. They all were the seeds of the same field; fun-loving, notorious but all good at heart. One cannot find any face low with sorrow when they met and the dimples never used to fade off. The brotherhood was ever-lasting! We always wish to have such kind of group of friends, don’t we?

Nothing is permanent, not even joy, not even pain. This quote suited perfectly on the enjoyment of Aadarsh. Seems confusing, isn’t it? How a person who handles himself so well can can face the full stop of his enjoyment with his friends! But the entry of a villain in any story brings the dark phase.

Study load on the young shoulders refrained him from sparing time for joy and he got all his eyes and mind on his work all day. One must sacrifice something in order to gain something! He sacrificed his fun. He had temporarily cut the interosculation with his gang to travel in the vehicle of his career. He was going good. Hard work and sacrifices yield good, you know!

Seasons arrived and departed and his group made nil contact with each other due to their weary days. Once, a friend of him, Mohit called him but to his misfortune, Aadarsh was busy in some work. He apologized for that and told him that he would call later. Mohit was the ‘joker’ guy of his group but as seasons change, so did he. His behaviour was changed; he always assumed that people made excuses to ignore him and thus, he had stepped in the incunabula of misunderstandings.

Mohit, much enraged called Aadarsh, one evening and without hearing anything and letting any clarifications enter his ears, he took a vigorous step of taunting Aadarsh and attacked him with weapons of words. Aadarsh tried to explain him but an angry mind often becomes blind! Mohit went on speaking and blasted all his anger out which indeed was an immoral act by him. Finally he came to an end and before Aadarsh could speak anything, he hanged up.

He always used to go after Mohit whenever they had disputes and misunderstanding was the common root of all the disputes. It went high this time and Aadarsh now respected himself enough to let go of something that didn’t treat him right. He had tried to explain it to Mohit but he was not given any attention. The thunder of misunderstanding had created a deep crevice in the ship of their friendship which sank gradually.

We face problems a lot with our near and dear ones because we think less and act more. Half knowledge is always too dangerous. We adore our near ones, why shall we ignore them just because of some minor fault? No matter how silly any act maybe, there can be a reason behind which they were forced to do so. Don’t let doubts blindfold you. Don’t lose any person just because of fake facts that you assume. Not everything that glitters is gold. Not everything that seems simple, is simple. Act after thinking and think after knowing the complete reason. Because when doubts and misunderstanding arise, the deepest of relations tend to fade away and hearts are fragmented into pieces, too silently for anyone to hear!

Make an excuse for Success

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Have you ever seen an ice berg? Only a part of it seen over the top of water surface whereas the maximum part is submerged below the water level.

Success is something which is visible to maximum people in the outer world but only the one who has achieved it in life knows that the boulevard through which he had travelled was a path of thorns and now a path of roses. People often misunderstand success as an easy thing to achieve. Yes it is undoubtedly an easy thing only if you have your mind clung to your determination. If you feel that if you try for 2-3 times and achieve the pinnacle of white collar job, I think you are sadly mistaken my friend. Rome wasn’t built in a day nor does success.

Deep, a very good friend of mine and my room mate as well, medium heighted guy with heavy brains was a kind of an intellectual person and his French beard gave the gentleman’s spark to his personality. Apart from studies, he had interests in cooking, football and most of all, writing stories that can incentivize people and help them develop moral values.

I used to often sit besides him, just quietly watching what kind of stuffs he write and trust me, no matter how low I feel, I get my blood raging through my body after reading his matter.

He had one big aim in life; to inculcate morality in people which is diminishing day by day. He wrote for others, not for himself. His notions were completely noble and hardly a person is busy-go-weary world of today’s would think to such a level. He often told me, “Ronak, people today are so much busy in increasing their financial status that they forget to feed their moral status. People are nowadays gaining attention by doing immoral stuffs rather than spreading goodness and morality and you know what’s worse? The society finds such things interesting and they give a boost to such people; people with good values are considered to be foolish and mad. Yes, we live in a fact that is like impossible to digest.” His face fell in sadness, his eyes had so much to speak, so much of pain that some people are been guided in wrong way.

“Deep, I have an idea which is worth implementing.” I jumped out of joy and I was confident enough I could help him. “Let me create a blog for you so that people can visit it, and can know your aim, your notions, your goodness towards morphing the society into a better one.” His eyes looked at me in some hope. Always reactive to try something constructive, he jumped, “What are we waiting for then?”

I helped him design a blog where he could put his thoughts into words and make is intentions viral via his blog website.

Being his cicerone, I guided him towards his future website and he paid attention so enthusiastically, like a small kid is looking towards a toy he likes the most. The aftermath was worth my efforts. He started uploading his anecdotes on his blog so people can read and he even gave an option for offline reading by downloading his stories.

He uploaded a few stories and went for the publicity of his website. Yeah, he got a good response but his mind craved for more. He wanted to energize people and create an impact on their mind and gradually, he even touched that star of his improvement. He endeavored so much just for welfare of the society. He would surely go ahead at great pace by doing such a good deed and that is thought to inevitable, doesn’t it? He rubbed his legs quite enough; his blog survived only because of his fixed determination and optimism otherwise it would have been crushed into despair if it was some other person than Deep.

I meanwhile was working on my application project. One can say that I and Deep were sailing in the same boat. We both had positive approach towards the society and we both worked till we sweated blood.

I had tough time in designing the code for the application which was quite a Herculean task for me. The coding was not that easy but I did not give up. Coding was done and application worked quite well except for the GPS tab in it. When clicked on it, the application used to crash. Searched on internet, surfed too many websites but none was of help. So close to my dream yet so far. I almost gave up. But Deep was such an optimist.

He optimized me and vice versa.

But even he was passing through the valleys of struggle. He ran from here to there, from the land to the sky. Everyone showered with so many appreciations and blessings on him but no support from a single person who could take him to the next level on the ladder of well-being.

From teachers to colleagues, from family to friends, he spread his ideas as far as he could. But he found no chain which could pull him up and make himself visible to the world. Deep was so much filled with zeal for his dream that he bunked his classes to take steps to spread his blog. He mailed many newspaper companies, asking to help is notions reach the people. Not just one but he mailed to every company of whose he got the contact but no reply. He spread awareness about his blog in his neighbourhoods but all he achieved was vanity.

Deep even let his ideas fly across the seas so that people can get aware about his blog in abroad too. But I always saw a smile on his face, despite of all this. He often said, “Ronak, we have come this far. I consider it to be completely preposterous if we even think to give up. People find excuses for failure. Let us make excuses for success.” And his words struck me like a thunder that filled me with bright vision and optimism.

Hard work always pays, whether sooner or later. And this was proved in our case. Finally we both got a platform to raise your thoughts and speak out our notions to the world. And I had got the limitation in my application solved for which, I searched in every possible place. Deep had the spark in his eyes, full of hope and willing to bring the transformation and I could think of nothing, but just breathe. Yeah, hope was still alive.

God seemed to shower his blessings upon us. We caught the pace towards our dream. No hindrance was valiant enough to subside our pace. Our hard work and never-give-up attitude help us come out with flying colours in our lives!

How to smile and Why to smile!

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Did you smile today? If yes, continue smiling. If no, what are you waiting for? A day without smile is a day completely wasted. Smiling is a simple thing. Yeah, I know many of you won’t agree with me on this as we have so many things in life to worry about but trust me, it is a simple thing.

Stock market is a good place to earn money but it also possesses the high power of bringing you down from the mountain top. Harry, so much interested in such economics was my friend who invested his money in stocks and it is said na: Fortune favors the brave! He too was favored as he was brave enough to take risks in investing money. Yeah he was going well in his life as simultaneously, he had his own business of textile. His company was amongst those which are always on the run across 365 days. He suffered losses but the balance of remuneration subsided the losses.

Bad luck strikes even the best of all men and Harry was no different. He suddenly faced a declination in his business and the stock market crashed the same day. He felt as if he was pushed off the mountain of success and was smashed terribly on the ground. The fact was too bitter to digest but it had to be accepted, whether sooner or later.

I was enjoying my latte when he approached to me with his eyes deep in shock, legs proceeding as if they were being dragged by his body.

“Is everything fine, Harry?” I was curious about his depression.

“Nothing is fine, Johnson. Nothing is fine.” He cried.

I frowned at him in confusion, “What’s the matter?”

“I have fallen from the sky of success where I was sailing so smoothly. My company has been drowned. And my investments! The market crashed and burnt all my investments. I don’t know what to do. I feel worthless, Johnson.”

I could understand the situation through which Harry was passing and any person probably would think of ending up his life after falling in such a deep valley of sadness. I knew he needed a shoulder to cry on and so I was there for him. He expressed all his sadness and I was listening patiently, making sure to maintain calmness on my face and not that oh-my-God expression.

Few days passed and Harry was still at the low phase of his life, not willing to move on. He still held the shock and he found it too difficult to get out of that. I knew he wasn’t going to easily get over his past and I thought of giving him a boost.

I took him out for picnics, night clubs, expensive restaurants, films. He showed improvements but like 1%. His soul was still experiencing the stroke.

“Johnson, I still feel so low and helpless.” He expressed himself as tears roll down out of his eyes on his cheeks.

I made him sit on the couch. “Harry, I can completely understand the hardship through which you are passing. You feel hopeless but don’t you lose hope. See, God has plans, good plans for everyone. You were sailing in the boat of happiness and were quite enjoying it but it is human nature that if one experiences something a lot, he gets tired of that thing and takes it for granted. You were so happy but if happiness turned out to be a habit on you, you would probably feel dull and may not be able to cherish it completely. Now you are passing through dark phase of your life. And now, when you will come out of this, you will feel so much alive being happy and you will cherish it. You will realize that what happened with you had better plans.” He shook his head in agreement.

I added, “As currently, you are feeling low, do what makes you happy. It is hard, but not impossible. You are a strong person and I think you are strong enough to dominate the darkness over you. Read books, dare to smile, to laugh, watch films, move on. Life is really too short to cry over your bad phase. You cry and sink deeper and deeper in your grief, making yourself worse. Instead why not utilize that so precious time of your life in being happy. You will be happy, feel energetic, gain positivity, and be optimistic, you will build yourself. See? So many advantages of one good option that you must choose. And the more of all, you will grow stronger, Harry. It’s so much simple. Just smile!” He soon understood what I was saying and yes, I saw his cheeks running into is eyes and he had that big smile on his face J

Life is too simple. But we mull over our sadness so much and thus make it complex. No matter how many reasons you have for crying, just one reason to laugh is enough to crush those negative feelings. And after you understand this, you will realize that smiling is really way too easy. So smile, even if you have no reason. Life is all about being happy and being simple J

Go for Hustle, Go for Glory

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Regret over not initiating a step kills more dreams than the failure suffered during implementation of that dream!

I sit on the window, visualizing the beautiful sun rise, in my cool atmosphere, the sweet of chirping of birds stimulate my ears, gentle breeze tend to kiss my cheeks, the rays of the Sun reaching out to me, embracing me into itself and the amalgamation of various notions in the convolution of my brain. I keep aside those notions, after all who would fall in that complexity and ignore the beautiful scenario!

I give a head start to my day, getting involved with the college paper works which adds weight to my shoulders and need to be completed as soon as possible. Yes, it is that boring, bug-creepy schedule of mine that consumes me everyday and spit me out at the end. But no worthy thing in this world is available at ease. Everyone works hard; everyone in my office has the same bulk and earns the same amount of buck. Then am I the same like them? Do I belong to the flock of the driven?

You need to shut up and focus on your work to earn your bread, my subconscious mind commands me as my mind goes off the track and I resume my ‘take my life and kill me’ stuff.

It is lunch recess from my day and ah! I take a sigh of relief but I am aware that it is not going to last long. No longer did I take a relief when I saw my old amigo, my school buddy.

“Hey Ram, over here!” I scream out his name, hoping his eyes could catch me. I see him still the same; the same spiky hair, the same ‘I am The Boss’ personality, the same fair tone of skin. An amalgam of correct charisma one can say!

Starting a conversation with him, we talk about our early school days and the present life. No wonder he was a scholar. No, don’t mistake him to be a nerdy type. He is an intellectual psychopath. And he has his hands reached out in almost every direction to learn every possible thing. Damn! He holds the personality; he holds the class of a Gentleman.

We talk about our dreams we had and yes, I have an opportunity to put my notions to my tongue. I can hear my subconciousness being silent as a dumb this time, not commanding me to focus of my daily weary work.

I see him reaching to the niche of his life, where he always wanted. We both sailed in the same boat but I chose to toss it but he continued his sail. Suddenly, I feel like I am on level 999 of stupidity. What if I had given up on my laziness! I can at least assure that I won’t be working for this energy-clenching job. I still remember how he worked hard and smart to achieve his ambition and I used to gaze at him. He encouraged me to his fullest, but I always gave an excuse that such a pace was not my cup of tea and he hated this negative thought of mine. As soon as I used to speak this, he frowns and says, “Make sure I don’t get to hear this again!” But lazy me, I always said the same thing.

I sink into the nostalgia when suddenly he gets up, looking at the time and his mouth wide open. He is late for his meeting, as told by him and he took a leave. I am left here, all alone and dragged back in time. I put my head in my hands, scolding me. I wish I would have taken a step. I even had someone to hold my back, who would help me reach the summit, who would give a push but I was quite outrageous.

I have no such person today in my life who can encourage me so much like he did. And I feel quite sorry for myself. Not everyone gets such a push and I was one of those among the lucky ones.

Today, I regret it the most in my life that my friend wanted to move ahead, at the pace of a bullet but wanted to carry me along with him towards success. I want to say to all you guys that never let go of the opportunities you get. Everyone is born the same; no one is born with a user manual. It is upon us whether to feed our hustle or our laziness. Learning something new is everyone’s cup of tea. Never have any kind of inferiority complex in your life and always hope for the best. You don’t need that kind of negativity in you. You are born to shine, not to be a dull!

Emancipation

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[Azim Oliya, a very dear friend of mine is a guy blessed with gigantic power of knowledge and intelligence but he had endured the darkest hours in his life. This is an anecdote based on his life and his dream.]

The world is really a very, very beautiful place to live in. This techno-powered society, we live in a too advanced era where people twist their minds as much as possible to bring out their power. But is anyone aware that there are such minds whose power is limitless, no matter how much ever twisted? In fact that power of their minds can twist the technology of the world but they are suppressed by the society itself. Azim possessed that spark of nature.

College life starts with a new beginning of the change, improvement to be precise, in one’s life and so it was in mine. I was pursuing my aim to be a mechanical engineer where in my journey, Azim was my companion. He, a completely talented power-pack, was never seen as a friend by me and I never thought he would be. But God had different plans. We got to know each other shook hands with each other. What left me spellbound was his road of thorns through which he had a tough tread.

The society which has a face of Godliness can also wear the mask of Satan. Azim was born in a society where boys were allowed to study only till 7^th grade but not even that much for girls. Yes, I agree that it’s completely preposterous. But some facts are too bitter to accept. Azim was a rebel and had the ambition to tear apart the chain of the limits that tied his talent and emancipated himself. Not all are as brave to take a step like he did.

But the domination of darkness upon him didn’t end there. The green pieces of paper held a grudge upon his family as his family was not financially that strong. But where there is will, there is a way and that Mr. Talented had a tight bondage with this motivational thought and moved ahead. The determination to study crawled in his body and his father invested his sweat and hard work to educate him which was undoubtedly fruitful. Azim, later continued his studies on scholarships and accomplished his school life.

But he was a power-pack as I said. To cope up and to be financially stable, he helped his father to earn money and took a step to work at some places to earn and to conquer the ‘grudge’ of the green money. He worked under various institutions and organizations- in for a penny, in for a pound.

Azim later took a sigh of relief as he entered the niche and galloped on his pathway towards the shine of success. He is quite a talented, such a nonesuch guy; no obstacle is powerful enough to stop is pace. He has a vision that

EVERY CHILD IN INDIA MUST GAIN KNOWLEDGE AND MUST HAVE THE RIGHT TO COMPLETE HIS/HER EDUCATION. He wants every child to conquer the walls of domination built by the society and come up with their minds on fire.

Fellas, many students, bounded by such boundaries cannot explore their inner talent and fail to exhibit their ideas to the world in need. Why not lend a hand to this issue? Let us all encourage the ones with enormous brains. Let us broaden our minds and have an eye the ones who can make the Earth a better place. We all are busy in our lives, least concerned about others. Let us spend a few moments in this, and help the children gain the education that they deserve. As it is truly said-“The future of any nation lies in the youth!”