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!”

Ballast

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On every page of life comes some or the other dissatisfaction, the hindrance that demassifies a person to the extent, the person loses all hope for seeking out ecstasy. The trouble, the glut of desolation just gulps down, just to spit you out.

Willing to kill you

It wills to tear you apart

Wanting to hunt you

It wants to fear you somehow

Give it your openness

Give it your ownself

It will desolate you

Split you from your own self

Turning sweet to sour
No vibes your powerhouse will feel

Your lights turned off

No sight of sweetness you will see

The land beneath you

Tend to swallow you bold

You feel the rains of ashes

The fire too will be cold

Hold your hands

Put up your collar

Be the survivor

Be the damn, tough survivor

Your own protection you are

Your heads held up

Spit the poison out

All your weapons dropped

You have your own back

Don’t you lose your shine

Count the million reasons of euphoria

Dominate those hundreds to die

Life hands you lemon

Make it an orange juice

Make even God wonder "HOW?"

While with eminence you fuse!

The Illuminati

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“He who holds the spark can illuminate the soul of others”

I have till date followed this quote and tried to gain knowledge but fail every time, unlike Boyes who holds the magic of making anyone smile, like making a dead flower bloom again.

My fellow holds the charm and an eye-catching personality with his dark eyes, light glowing off from his face and the body too muscular, anyone can easily hide behind! “Damn you Boyes! You have again put a blot on my wooden table and you know it, it takes 15 expensive minutes of my life to clean that scar off my desk.” His never-ending habit of pouring ink on my desk every morning ruins my mood and I have to clean that not-easy-to-fade-away big spot on my well furnished wooden desk. Cool it, Charles! Cool it! My subconscious mind consoles me as I then get back to my routine. The moment is in continuous loop with an interval of hours.

I am practicing an art of being enlightened, on the boulevard of changing the perception towards life for which, I travel 30 weary km towards the suburbs. Boyes is off for his work; he doesn’t find my “temporary philosophy” worth gaining, rather considers it a waste of time. I am still in the web of question wondering why does he metaphor it as temporary philosophy! God knows!

Calmness for an hour and BAM! I am back to my boring running round the office-to-home and home-to-office bush. Just 1 hour in my 24 hours in the time I get peace in. Well, its going boring, but atleast still.

I am back to my pavilion, I can feel my bones, each seeming to weigh about 3 kg for now. I am too weary and going to have a hot-water bath and forget the world. Ah! Who says heaven cannot be visited being alive! I jump out of my shoes and there, Boyes is standing right in front of me. He is a kind of enigma to me as he never seems too tired but fresh. Is he on drugs? My medulla oblongata never seems to shut up and get rid off negative comments.

I presently need a shower very badly to dust off all my weariness and make myself feel light.

“I want you here Charles” I have hardly stepped out of bathroom, my body still half-wet and I hear Boyes commanding me.

“I hope we have no work to do Boyes otherwise you will have to see me faint on the ground!” I fear.

“You go to the temporary philosophical class, still you have so much to complain about. I cannot understand you at all. ” Urgh! Again naming my practice as something to be ‘temporary’ but I really am out of fuel to argue with him. I shrug my shoulders and greet him my absence.

We have had dinner and he is busy with his laptop, working on some designing software while I am enjoying my hot chocolate, listening to jazz. So soothing and relaxing! I am today in bed early as my body needs to be charged. I lay down in bed and think of what Boyes said. My ‘enlightened mind’ really is enlightened? My brain shuts off and so do my eyes and I am in the world of virtuality, letting go of the thought.

Morning with a sun-kissed skin on me, today I is going to be a good day and I am quite awaken and quite on ready-to-go mode. As I am about to leave, I can see Boyes still brushing up his brains on his software but he has no sign of sickness from that boring stuff. I have no time for this and I am off for my work. Again the same story as I repeat the same day for months and I am calling it a LIFE. Poor you, Charles! Even my oblongata feels pity on me.

Finally, home is where the heart is! But I can see the heart of Boyes roaming everywhere. I want to know the mystery.

“Boyes, I want to know something.” There is a vivid curiosity in my voice. Boyes frowns towards me in surprise, “Are you alright, Charles? You look in some kind of dilemma.”

“Why do you tag my practice as temporary? What makes you think so?”

“Oh! So you have finally got your eyes open, ha? You know I am always busy still I wear the charisma.” I nod my head as a refusal.

“Look Charles! Your so-called practice is just for an hour. But what then? It yields no fruit for yourself and you are to be accused for it. It doesn’t matter if you go for the practice or not but if you do not will to open your eyes by yourself; no great human being can help you. The key to the lock of your mind is in your hands itself and I assure you, no person, no matter how wise, how strong cannot steal that key from you.” I can smell wisdom in the words of Boyes as he continues.

“You always complain about your job and are never happy with what you have. There are many people out there striving for job, grinding their feet everyday on kilometers in search of job. This was taken for instance. But there are possibly many times I notice you cursing.” Boyes has a record to irrefutable nature of mine. Holy cow! I have been so dark! He adds up,

“There is a beauty in everything, Charles! All you need is a vision. Not everyone who has a sight has a vision.” The words of Boyes caught my soul just as easy as a fire spreading in a forest.

“Even a person who is dying has a beautiful message that now, he won’t have to suffer any pain. A person who just broke up and is crying leaves us a message that he has no one now to lose and he is so much independent. A person who just broke his leg can rest in bed for days. You call it a curse? I call it a blessing.”

That true those minutes can never be washed away from me that Boyes put in me.

“You truly are illuminati, Boyes” I get up and hug him tightly.

He whispers in my ears, “I am no alien, my man. I am no different. Everyone is illuminati, you have just to break up the darkness of the dark sight of yours and generate a canopy of bright vision.”

A lesson I learned. A morality I earned. I am feeling so light, so good like never before and what I will percept now in my life will be my real practice.

Darkness Domination

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The vision we have in our lives contributes a lot to the quality of it. It is up to you whether you want to wander in the shades of the tunnel or want to approach for the ray outside. It is an undeniable matter of reality that no matter who, everyone has passed through that bitter pit of sadness where one feels no less than being worthless. Believe me or not but one grain of sadness is much enough to grow an entire field of darkness. Crushing that grain in that person and then exhilarating him is not a path of roses, not at all a path of roses!

One such grain was developed by Martin, when he was studying with me at the school of literature. Reiterating his grieves had become a, everyday tale in his running days. Thrown aback in his life, he had lost his wheels to carry on the wagon of his life. I noticed him falling deeper and deeper, mulling over and over on his grief. I always lent him my shoulder to cry on but all he wished was to be left alone; the biggest mistake one does when he/she is in the bad times. I firmed myself and decided to get that grief out of him by hook or by crook.

Hotshot, 6 feet tower fellow, whose muscles spoke it all about his fitness, Martin was my colleague and my partner-in-prime. The brains he developed were smart enough to conquer the failure which he might hardly have tasted. I was always left spellbound and astonished by his wits; salute to such a master who had almost unlocked all his senses!

Flying above the sky at the speed of light but had his toes down touched to the sand. No one was ever taken as a competitor by him. Maybe that was one the features that made him stand apart from others. I have always felt vibes of positivity and goodness from his region around. He had a hunger, a hunger that could not be cooled, a hunger that was increasing day by day, a hunger of learning something newer and newer. Hardly would you have ever seen a guy who is willing to learn every damn possible thing and working hard for that stuff. I have never seen his body still, at one particular place, taking a breath of sigh. The guy was never tired.

His image, so created, no one ever thought that he would interosculate with vulnerability. Just as lady luck strikes at least once in a person’s life, no different than that, so do the events of misfortune. The climax lies in how we welcome them.

Martin was struck too, by misfortune when one day, his assignments were copied by some ‘EVIL’ in class. I can bet that he would have thought of more than 100 ways to murder that more-than-a-devil fellow, it is inevitable after all it was his talent that was to be credited but the reality was quite unlike.

I knew how it feels like to be completely worthless. I went to him, standing besides him quietly; sometimes a person must just be given a helping hand ears to listen rather than a jar of sweet advices! I did the same and he let out all his poison of aggression in front of me, I standing calm and listening to him, the best thing that could be done. He continued for few minutes and halted. The halt was a remark of his weariness from his anger. I calmly told him to sit down and take a deep breath. What I would say and what I was going to make him understand was completely expected by him and he gave me a peaceful smile.

His idea was copied, not his talent. What he lost was a copy; the original still belonged to him. Secondly, mulling over the person who betrayed him would yield nothing but vanity.

We are often mislead in our lives thinking more about others rather than focusing on our own selves. The time spent is gone forever and nothing is going to change it. Think about it over and over again, dig your pit deeper and waste your so precious time OR rather utilize that time in your constructive ideas, constructing a better future by the foundation of the lesson learnt from the past, the choice lies in your hands! The way we see something inculcates the reflection of that thing on ourselves. If we see someone as an enemy everyday, we get nothing but hatred against him and we develop poison in our own selves. But if he is taken as a lesson to learn from, we can improve our selves.

Do not let some one, who did wrong to you, control you. You are the creator of your own destiny, no one else. If someone doesn’t see your worth doesn’t mean you are worthless. It needs the right eyes to differentiate between stones and diamonds. You are what you think you are. Do not let anyone, who did so little for you, mean so much to you. Make yourself so powerful and dignified that they must not deserve even your hatred. Instead of thinking over them and waste our so precious time, why not we develop our selves and make our own selves happy!

It is quite well quoted that

“Let God deal with the people who hate you. Hatred in your heart will consume you too!” have your standard and maintain it, let us not be dragged by ill-moralized people around us.

Don’t even regret over the things you lose. What goes around does come around. You have talent; you have the power, invest in yourself and get drenched in the profit. Investment in you is the best investment. Your talent speaks a lot more than a work copied from your talent. Work can be copied but not talent. Ultimately, the lamp lies in yourself that can help you dominate all the negativities around and inside you!

Apple of My Eye

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You are something in the world

But you are the world to someone

A lady of a gentleman

An apple of the eye to someone

Everyone have a view

Not everyone have a vision

Elegance in your soul so bright

Beating the loudest, my heart just succumbs

Why do they call you my “CRUSH”

When only you can build me up!

You make my heart go dim

Yet you make it gallop

Not a tear in your eyes, I’ll let

Not a fear in your heart would reside

All yours worries are now mine

Let me face them, I’ll let you be beside

I won’t be the one you’ve dreamt of

I will be much better than that

Never leave a slot for accusation

Neither will I nor let you ever bate

On my knees, I am here before you

Wanna be my lady, my love, my sunshine?

Our tie-up will be a nonesuch, I commit

Will you be my VALENTINE?

The Apprehension

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On normal circumstances, assume your consciousness to be

 suspended for few hours and suddenly an ‘idiot’ proceeds along with the intention to disintegrate your peace in the nap with his stupid tease. You will be raged, furiated, probably kill that fellow, won’t you?

I have hit the place on the dart where I wanted to. Our fellow beings, living in cages, who are dumb, whose screams are left unheard, whose feelings are considered numb face these irritating deeds everyday, in fact every moment.

Animals are the prosperity of every nation. The backbone of a nation’s prestige. Some people out there, act so much juvenile, they tend to tease the animals, the birds in the cage in spite of a clear sign put over there which says,” Do NOT tease the animals”.

I, along with my fellow buddies, visited a ‘baug’ recently. Such a beautiful place one can ever visit where you can find so much peace amidst the nature; you can say we were in a complete different world surfeit of nature and just nature.

We visualized different species of animals, so beautiful, so eye-catching; one can easily get afflated by the ‘engineering’ of nature.

Entering the empire of the KING, the lion, sitting there in ‘like a boss’. So enormous. But the irony was intensely felt that the KING himself was a slave in his own empire! The feelings of him overlooked as numbness by the anti-social social beings left me and my friends think to what extent people can act so illiterate! What a waste of knowledge they create when they themselves act so foolish!

The uncivilized bunch of civilians teased the animals in the cage that were sleeping. Let me ask you the same question again that I asked you earlier,” What would you do if your friend came over to you while you were sleeping and he teased you and went away?”

Before causing any harm to others, just subrogate yourselves in place of them.

A photographer, present over there, well-dressed, aviator sunglasses put on, suited himself as a man and a nature-lover, capturing the beauties over there in his DSLR. But it is said that no matter how you look and what you wear, if you do not have sophistication and wear etiquette, you are one of the ugliest persons who have no right to be called as a civilized person. Crossing the safety railings for the sake of photography of a leopard and teasing him was the stupidest act of him in which he lost all the respect we had for him as a nature-lover.

Animals are profound living beings that are to be respected, not teased. They are meant to live free, not between 4 walls of domination. It is so pitiful that the incunabula of their lives lay the first stone in the cage and see their lives set amidst the 4 walls itself, unfamiliar with the wild forest where they truly belong.

Do not grow old; grow up, grow wise. The animals are not hungry of flesh; they are hungry of freedom and love, which can be provided by us.

We are social animals, then why the heck don’t we show sociality? People have their eyes wide open, but are still not awake. They are educated, still they lack knowledge. Let us improve ourselves. Let the issue for their freedom be the word of everyone’s mouth. Let us take an oath right here itself not to tease and not to let others tease the national heritage and true wealth of our nation. Let us stop all those educated-illiterates to stop their foolishness and enlighten the sense of manners and love towards animals.

And after all, it is an irrefutable truth that humans are the most dangerous animals themselves! Be wise, stay clever, be HUMAN, wear HUMANITY!

Where Do I Start?

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The most common reason in people for not starting any task is the start itself. Let me explain.

For instance, you planned to draw a simple canvas, you sat with the colours, paint brushes and the sheet. But now what? From where to start and how?

The step of initiation is a herculean task in any field, no matter how small, no matter how brobdingnagian.

Speaking about my own self, while I am writing this anecdote, I have to contemplate many a times that how to give spark to the ignition? But once you peep inside your divine soul and get familiar with the instinct you posses, trust me amigos, it is no big deal to generate the spark.

You have a dream to put into action, well then the foremost step you need to put on is to see the root of it. It is irrefutable to digest the fact that an empire cannot be built directly without the basics of it.

Allow me to present you a case of a friend of mine who had tremendous knowledge in physics but no notion regarding the initiation of any project work. He just kept the climax of the project in his mind and the advantages of it but no foundation of it was thought by him. What he thought was much simpler yet fruit-yielding step. The project he had, he just segregated all the steps and went in reverse from the solution and steps that would result in the successive step. Coming backwards, he finally found the source of the light. As simple as that. He found how to take the start.

The panic for anything is worthless. For any step to be proceeded, you need to keep calm and listen to your instinct.

For the secret of success of anything lies within one’s own self and nothing is beyond that.

Know how to start as half the battle is won if the start itself is quite boosted up.

Love Endowed

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Glow on her face

Shine in her eyes

Couldn’t ever get my eyes off

Her beauty can not be summarized

You may not have seen an angel

Trust me, she was a kind

Thoughts of her couldn’t be resisted

She was always in my mind

Craving for her soul

Craving to earn her time

Grow old with her I wished for

The spark in her made my soul shine

Mustered my courage

I went up to her

Disclosed my feels

As my eyes rolled into her

Shyness on her face

Her eyes dropped in blush

Her smile said it all

Not a question I needed to ask

“My mom would be so proud of me

If I brought you home”

Tears of happiness rolled down her face

So touched by the love in my tone

Not a word she spoke

Hugged me so tightly

As if never will she let me go

Her love got my heart so brightly

Who says angels exist is myth?

Mine exists here in my soul

For she showed me heaven here on earth

An undying, eternal feeling ,thus we hold!

Failure is NOT a Failure

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If you get injured on your hand, will you cure it or cut-off your entire hand? You will prefer to cure it, yes of course, but I tell you to cut it off. No? Why? Just because the scar is not a major one that’s why or the hand is much important relative to the small injury?

Failure is an injury on your hand which is to be cured. An injury makes you strong and so does failure. Let the sub fuscous moment of your life build you up, not diminish you.

An incident of quite much consanguinity resembles much to this article. Back in time, young I, studying in engineering college was struck by dalles of hard luck. Hardship in studies was major disaster in my life. To give up on myself was the only thing flowing through my mind. The taunts of people, the curses of fellow mates, the pressure from family carried too much weight for me to carry on my head.

I sat in my room, my mind so numb; I gazed at the wall continuously with no thoughts in my mind. I didn’t know how to indemnify, how to compensate over my loss!

A voice, from nowhere was heard in my soul,

“The moment you feel to give up is the moment you need to give yourself a push.”

The enlightenment in me morphed me to a drastic level and opened my vision of my soul to see the brighter side in my life.

The perception you wear is the virtue which controls your mindset. Failure is not actually a failure, my dear ones. Trust me, a failure is NOT really a failure until you wish to give up. It is not a rock that crushes you down. Instead, lift it up, let it make you stronger. Have an ‘optimistic’ view in everything you face. Even the dark clouds pour down rains that make us feel jolly.

You fail, you learn, you improve, you shine. Make the hindrance a hustle towards your new version which is taller, better, faster, stronger.

Come on, you are the best in yourself. You failed, not a big deal. When plan ‘A’ doesn’t work, you still have 25 alphabets remaining.

Failure, and failure is the vehicle that can make you travel towards the ray of success.

Everyone fail in some or the other matter, you are no exception.

In fact, for me, you are luck-stricken as people who are blessed with failure get to learn something from it rather than from those who do not fail.

Fall down, it is ok. But get up, dust yourself and fly. For the coal under pressure and correct parameters yields you a perfect diamond. Shine like the diamond!

The "CHANGE" Therapy

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Before taking a step forward, I would like to just ask you all one question. We all must have seen something or the other stuff which we don’t like. Maybe everyday, maybe someday. We want someone to stop that and make our soul feel the fake relief imagining the relief when it is subsided. We see, we hate, we curse, we forget. But how many of us take the initiative to morph it, change it?

The day is so busy in sucking up our energy and attention that it doesn’t allow us to take a breath and think about a change we want to see.

We work way too hard for our green bucks that we have turned so lazy or we can say we have become LIVING DEADS for the development for the glow of our soul. The irony hits too hard, doesn’t it?

Stop complaining, and take up the leap. We are the creators of our own selves. The seeds we sow today will harvest our better tomorrow.

BE THE CHANGE YOU WANT TO SEE.

Initiation is the boost for the change. “Fear less and be fearless.” We do not fear the loss in business. We do not fear the heavy amount of the fuel. We feel ashamed to take a new step, thinking that people will laugh at us. Come on guys, we must accept the bitter fact that we just want to go with the flow, who cares about the change? But actually, I as a person do care. I want us to bring the change. Don’t like anything? Change it. Make it better phenomena for everyone to accept.

For instance, I am an engineering student. Many times, I notice people just leaving off the wrappers lying around on the way. I am an engineering student, why should I pick it up? There are people hired for cleanliness.

Is it acceptable? Rather I would just pick it up and make the area clean. As simple as that. Now subrogate (substitute) yourselves in place of me. Felt something? Got my point?

Friends, we live in a civilization where everyone is in a rush.

Everyone is wasting half of their lives in earning to waste the other half of their lives. So busy in themselves, they do not want up to take any initiative.

It is all about one small, single step. You just have to take a step; the rest will be done by your conscience itself.

Take the initiative, bring the change, build your dignity, enjoy the peace. Change is all we need friends. Break up the shell and redeem yourself, be the change and facilitate yourself.

Opportunities' Fatality

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The world is contaminated

A disease so widespread

Killing billions of thoughts everyday

People alive, their mind is dead

“What will the world think?

  What if I end up embarrassing myself?

  I must rather keep calm

  Be quiet, keep it to myself”

The loss can never be indemnified

For opportunities waits for none

To hell with what people think

Let your courage summon

You stand up and speak out

They will laugh, later forget

Learn your lesson

Boost up your fate

Between you and your goal

Lies the story of your endeavor

The world is a purely neutral

None of its business, it did no favor

Be the cicerone of your own

Never mull over others

You raising your own self

It is all that matters