Maturity is Self-Understanding

[Dear viewers, this is an anecdote entirely formed by my friend, my brother, Ram Pandya. This is an anecdote posted on his behalf and he is the credit holder. Enjoy reading!]

MATURITY-If you Google the meaning of this simple eight letter word, it would show- “a state of being fully developed physically.” But give a thought about it, does this meaning satisfy the word “maturity” only by the virtue of physical growth? The question is modestly rhetorical. Maturity cannot be only defined on the basis of a person’s physical growth. It’s a jointure of physical as well as mental growth of a person. There’s a popular saying which goes like this- “growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional”. People often grow up physically, but they tend to abstain their mind from adapting the mature mental changes.

Exactly that was the scenario with Ritu. Ritu was a happy go lucky sweet charming girl in her mid teens. AH! The sweet sixteen!! She was a girl who could charm anyone with her cheerful smile. Even an angry person would melt like an ice-cream seeing her cheerful attitude towards life. She had everything in her life, bright in academics, aspirations of becoming a doctor, loyal and lovely friends, caring parents. But Ritu’s perception towards her life was rather unripe. She used to take things for granted. Although having being bright and promising in academics, she wasn’t too keen in achieving her goals. She used to have a lot of distractions. Apart from this she always thought that her parents over-caring behavior and certain restrictions on her were curtailing her from being independent. She always used to complain about this. Gradually she started to develop a feeling of hatred towards her parents. Although her parents tried to perceive her with love and affection, she didn’t give heed to them. She always argued with everyone. She felt that everyone except her was wrong. Her friends comprehended her number of times that she should stop behaving in such a childish manner. But least she cared of.

Maturity is an extremely subtle characteristic. It’s not about saying big things, it’s about understanding small things. Scars fade with time. And the ones that never go away, well, they build character, maturity, caution.

For you, success. For people, it can be luck!

“The hustle reaped him his success

In his happiness of success, he was so indulged

He forgot to focus in his consistency

That is why his success is still assumed as his luck!”

Before burning the ignition to this very ‘contagious’ topic, I would first like to have a word with you all. You all may be at some or other positions right now; student, professor, doctor engineer and so on. You all, and even me had once a dream even now we have, a dream, a goal that resists you from sleep. I request you to utilize this moment in imagining yourself at that pinnacle where success kisses your feet. Feels amazing by just imagining, eh? What, then? Have you planned or even gave a thought after being successful? No? This is the mistake you must always be careful of. But a sigh of relief for you, you are not the only one with this; Purvesh was the one who stood in this category. He was successful, but his success was “converted” into luck by the society.

His muscular body that perfectly took shape was so formed by football, his dedication. He, since his childhood was a big fan of football. Bicycle kick, 360, round the world, rainbow and much more were the tricks he was able to perform so well, the viewer could hardly get their eyes off him. Was it his luck or something else, not known, but something stopped him from achieving that platform, despite of him trying his best.

Lady luck strikes at least once in a lifetime to all and it was such a day for him when he was selected in the national team of football. 1^st match, 1^st half and he scored 2 goals. The aftermath of the match was a win for the team and he, in his debut match itself was announced as the ‘player of the match’.

Success, what he dreamed of was in his hands. Crowd applauded, celebrations, wishes, fame, money- he achieved all he dreamt of. The time was ticking and his consistency was being tested. He partied much, celebrated to a good extent, spent his green bucks on luxuries and even boozed a lot to celebrate. Time for practice but he was least bothered as he was in a misconception as he thought that he no longer needed practice to be a good player, he was already a pro.

‘Pride had a great fall!’ His performance was a disaster in his consecutive match, and he was booed by the audience. His name and fame was crushed in a day. Worse still, the mouths spoke his first success as his luck and not his hard-work. His crush was strong enough to crush even his over-confidence which made him realize where he took a slip.

Take a look above where I mentioned this topic to be ‘contagious’. Contagious, because we are inspired by many people too easily to be successful, we get n number of books and websites where we are told ways to be successful but hardly any which can tell us how to be consistent after the success. You succeeded? Celebrate, enjoy, and feel happy. But start again. Continue your hustle. Let not your success be converted into your luck.

EXAM- Easy and Xtraordinary Application of Mind

“An aroma of happiness he breathed
A wave of joy embraced him
A sudden tornado of exams appeared before him
Violent enough to subside all his courage.”

An exam season- a phrase strong enough to scare the freak out of students now-a-days. Let me ask you something. By hearing about exams, don’t you co-relate it with tension? Burden? That is where we all take a slip.

Kalpana too had become a victim of this slip. Kalpana who can be given the metaphor of ‘a silent killer’ was a scholar, in fact a topper. She topped almost every year in her university exams. It is from the public’s eye that every scholar’s life is too happening. Well, in case of Kalpana, even her silhouette wasn’t aware of the tension she used to carry.

I know what is running in your mind- why would a topper worry about exams? The answer is the fear of failure, the fear to lose her reputation and the fear to repeat the exam. Even if you have the fears like Kalpana did, you need to change your perspective towards exams, my friend.

If explained in a sentence, exams are nothing but a “creative” way to represent your imagination. Yes, creative. How?

All that works in your exams is your imagination. You mull, you brush up your brains with the information given in the questions. If your imagination matches the criteria of the questions, it means you’ve hit the correct imagination. If not, you may fail. But, but, but! That’s actually good because not only you will get an extra chance to give exam again but also you can upgrade your imagination power. So beneficial!

Thinking of the marks, now? Oh, they hold no power. Whether you fail or succeed, no one is ever going to ask your marks. So just keep them aside.

Enjoy your exams. It is not actually a test. It is a way to increase your creativity, your imagination, no matter if the exam is technical or non-technical. If you succeed, you have all the imagination you need. If not, you can upgrade by next exam. After all, exams are a part of your educational career. They are something that ignite your knowledge, not end it!

Dilemmatic Quotes

[I would like to thank my friend Devanshi Sharma who gave me such a unique topic to write on]

Have you ever come across a situation where you need to get motivated by some quotes? But the quotes you are familiar with leave you in a dilemma ‘coz they both then to divert in opposite direction.

Considering an example, there is a quote, “Try and try till you succeed in achieving what you wish for!” It motivates you to be passionate after your goals. Cool! The quote that contradicts this one is, “Never rush. You’ll achieve only those things that are meant for you, not beyond that.” A mumbo-jumbo of quotes!

Talking about such confusion, there are n numbers of pairs of such quotes that contradict each other. In such situation, what you need to do is simple follow the one which stays on the positive side; the one that can give you a positive result.

If the above example is supposed, we first need to follow the quote that say, “Try and try till you succeed in achieving your goals.” You need to put your heat and soul to hustle for your aim. Try; push yourself, never quit too easily after a trying for few times. Success doesn’t come so easily. If you hustle for it, and if it gives you even a small amount of progress, that you can notice, it is meant for you if it serves you and if you are comfortable for it.
But, even after the hardcore attempts to achieve what you want, if you don’t perform well, if you do not give your best and if it doesn’t supports you, you have to be smart enough to understand it is not meant for you. You can’t just brag about it everywhere saying it is your passion when you can’t even be an amateur at it.

Whenever such situations arise, where you have to choose between any two, opt for the one you think will give you a positive feedback, not just choose any one at fate’s wish.

The Despaired Hope

All the cries that he heard
All the fears that he blurred
Pushed him way to his dream
All the actions from his words

Not a dread in his eyes
Had the guts to jump to fly
Didn’t find a perfect moment for that
He made the moment to be right

He won the medals of failure
From the dream to him, so dear
Still he clung to it, so tight
His goal to him was such a lure

His zeal so much crisp
All his love was so much deep
A way ahead, a smile he showed
In spite of so much slip

He got a raise, his glow so bright
He stood in luminous light
But the bubbles of bliss
Not too strong to make him glide

Wasted sweat, invested time
All his hard work at his prime
A ray of hope he expected
His hope too weak to shine

His heart disgraced
His thoughts misplaced
The goodness of failures
His dreams embraced

His goals, still for him a dope
A ray on despaired hope
Still ignites somewhere in him
He still wants THAT one enormous lope!

1 reason to cry but 1000 more to SMILE!

It takes love and affection to make a house, a home. Mom-dad, brother-sister, and husband-wife: all residing with love amongst them make up a home. One can say that they are the actual foundation of home but what if one of the pillars gets demolished? It is quite obvious of one to predict that the home will get collapsed. But what if an extra support is provided!

It feels quite broken when a person loses a loved one and that too a mother and this hard luck struck Jaimin.

Coming from a middle class family, Jaimin lost the blessing of his mother’s love at quite a young age. He then stayed with his father and his step mom. His father and his grandfather were the only people with whom he shared a good bond but his grandfather too was freed from his sins. All his feelings with was his father.

‘Step-Mom’- by hearing the word itself, a bitter truth hits our mind that most of the step-mom-child relations are not amicable.

What made Jaimin grow stronger was his own self. He never let his misery dominate him. He was one of the toppers of his batch. He had good friends, enjoyed hangouts with them, but as soon as he stepped into his house, dark clouds would encircle him. The way in which his step-mom behaved with him was completely inappreciable. Considering one of the inhuman acts of her, she had once told Jaimin to return all the expenses she made after him after he started earning.
No doubt there came a point where he was completely broken down, but he was too strong to give up. Holding up his courage, Jaimin never let grief dominate his soul.

Well, on the contrary to his sad life at his home, he was blessed with an amazing friend circle in his college. He was in a relationship with a girl. She always supported him in his darkest hours and so did his friends. She did all things to make Jaimin happy.

On a day so gloomy, he lost courage and shared his grief with his girlfriend. He shed tears and was emotionally broken down. His girlfriend supported him much but still, he was suppressed by negativity.

He decided to bloom. He thought that he would get attacked by grief along if he kept himself vulnerable to it. He counted his blessings instead of his hardships. He said to himself that he had a caring father, a loving girlfriend and supportive friends. How could he let all this happiness from so many people let go by grief from just one person!

What made him drive from grief to happiness? What attitude he thought of possessing to make himself positive? The answer is his perspective. What many of us do is count on negative moments instead of cherishing the blissful ones.

Many of us are blessed with almost all things- parents, friends, yet we cry over small problems we face in our day-to-day lives. Just imagine what would happen if you faced the problems Jaimin faced.

If Jaimin, in spite of grieves, could make the most of his life, then any normal human is capable of being a unique masterpiece if he is determined. You, reading this are even capable of being a masterpiece. It is not important to consider what you lost, rather focus on what you have and make the most of it!

Sacred Land with Polluted Beings

India is known as a well-cultured nation where people are quite traditional, making the land, a ‘Land of Gods and Goddesses'. Well, there are demons too who have captured some feet of area in this sacred land.

Coming from a big, well-to-do family, Ritika was a girl who was treated like a child but expected to behave as an adult, in other words, she was a teenager. Fun-loving cousins, crazy friends; she had an enjoyable environment around her that an ideal teenage life must consist of. Besides all her fun and being a menace, she didn't let all these hinder her studies. She was good in studies and could make good use of her brains.

No compromise in studies was one of her principles she followed strictly and so she used to go for extra classes. She travelled a journey consuming 15 minutes everyday from her home to the extra class until a misery struck her that created a hell of fear in her.

She was travelling at a moderate speed and was heading towards her classes when suddenly a hatchback, with 4 boys, or 4 hooligans I must say passed by her, giving her a close call and stopped in front of her. She questioned them the reason behind such an act but those guys threw deaf ears on her. They grabbed her hand, pulled her out of her moped and dragged her into their car. They thought the girl to be a toy and they undertook an act which was too inhuman.

One after another, all the four demons misused the girl, and threw her out of the moving car on the middle of the road. Before throwing her off, the rapists even blackmailed her that they wouldn't hesitate in repeating that tragedy if she opened her mouth and spoke anything about them to anyone. She was somewhat conscious and somehow managed drag herself to the nearby hospital. The doctors tried to find an identity of the girl and contact her parents but she had a lock in the cell phone. However, her parents were contacted when she somehow gathered energy to speak the mobile number.

After the treatment, when she regained consciousness, she was completely blank and dissolved in fear. Her mind was full of numbness and her body shivered as if some spell had been casted upon her. She could think of nothing but all that was seen on her face were tears running continuously out from her eyes. Not a word she was able to speak of. She hugged her mother for a couple of minutes and cried and cried.

It takes the heart of a lion to recover back from such a tragedy and Ritika possessed one. But whenever she stood in front of the mirror, she was easily distracted by the scars on her neck and on her face made by those rapists. That would weaken her knees and she used to sit in the corner and just cry. Whenever she closed her eyes, trying to sleep, all she could see in the darkness of her eyes were the past miseries she faced. Smile on her face was like rains in a desert. She asked herself till when she will be a coward and keep crying. She talked to her mom and asked her to make a complaint in the police station. But whenever she talked about the complaint, her mom used to remind of what her dad spoke of. Her dad refused for doing so as he said that they had an image in the society and all the eyes nearby would see them with a vision of shame. And Ritika could do nothing but sit hopelessly. She sank more in grief that her own parents were of no help. She soon realized that she had to stand up on her own legs if she wanted to seek justice.

She contacted a friend of her who worked in a news channel and narrated the entire story to her and what she was willing to do. Fascinated by her valour, her friend assured her of help and arranged an interview with her that would be broadcast on television. She spread her voice throughout the nation via the media to make those hooligans fear who polluted the cultured land by staying in it and at the same time, raising the bravery in every women across nation.

After the interview, she saw her dad and mom waiting outside for her. She knew she had gone against her parents. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she spoke nothing but hugged her dad. To her surprise, her dad hugged her back tightly and said, "I am proud of you my daughter. I never thought my daughter could be so brave." Tears of happiness flushed out of his eyes too and he kissed her forehead.

The bravery of Ritika had become the word of every mouth. Her tough nature yielded favourable results. Those rapists were caught and sentenced to death by the court. Justice was showered upon Ritika and her family.

We all have a tremendously great habit of locking our mobile phones, especially teenagers. There is nothing so private in our mobile phones and needs a lock unless we possess some security password of a bank or a master plan for some attack. There is no need to keep a lock on mobile phones otherwise one can be in serious trouble if that person is stuck in a situation like this.
Many parents suppress issues like this thinking that people will think ill of the family instead of supporting their daughter. The society is not at all important. More the mouths, more the talks. It is the foremost duty of parents to stand besides their daughter and encourage her.
To boys, just beard won't make you a man. When a girl is alone, she is not an opportunity but she is a responsibility. A real man is someone who respects the women.
Our nation is known as a cultured nation but it still possesses various bugs that pollute the sacred land!

Hustle against them

One life,
One opportunity,
The struggle,
The lead

The mind through all the dreams
A revolution was all his eyes could see
All through the crowd he went so loud
But all the eyes on him were full of doubts

Being so nervous he looked although ready
Flow against ‘them' looked all through feary
No one could ever conquest
The dark clouds all in context

Ran around corner
Grew into stronger
Escort own self
"Failure?" don't tell

Gave his best shot
Never he thought
Of the stones in his path
Not amongst the daft

He wore the crown
The fear he trounced
He lived like a boss
All the darks he tossed

A revolution made
His dreams made a way
Haters turned into fans
At the summit he stands

Become a Masterpiece

It is completely inevitable that every one of us have experienced such a situation where we wish we’d be lucky than the other person.

Every situation becomes so easy to understand when we relate it with a real incident of our lives.

Let me consider an analogy between the described situation and an incident of my life.

Everyone is running like a horse after success. While on a mediocre day when I and my friend were having a cup of coffee, he arose a captivating question against me, “Is a person who achieves success has more knowledge or a person who is facing nothing but failure?”

Seeming quite an obvious question, I spent half a minute after which I answered spontaneously favouring the successful person. He grinned and just nodded his head in denial. And I was like, ‘WHAT!’

His expression quite calm and relaxed and on the contradictory, I was here drowned in confusion and completely bewildered. He answered to my confusion, “When a person becomes successful, there are 90% chances that he will get satisfied with what he has achieved and refuses to proceed further. Even if he does, he would follow the same path.

Consider a failure in place of him who works too hard but success is not even in his sight of vision. If he is passionate about his goal, he will leave no stone unturned to achieve what he deserves and what he wills to. He will find more ways and dig out more tunnels for his way to success which the other person couldn’t. Hence, the failure will get more experience than the successful person. The failure actually wins here.”

I frowned, but completely agreed with what he said. No longer did thoughts start to flood my mind then he added, “We are, to a good extent habitual to criticize our lives. When a person is facing a problem, his basic instinct will surely point out a negative point no matter how good the incident might be. We all have the habit of focusing on the impurity when we are holding a block of gold.

Are we trapped in a situation where we are suffering a lot? Take the best advantage of it. We mull over it, and cry that we are unlucky and etc etc… Instead, why not give a thought that it will give us an experience of a lifetime. It will give us a memory others won’t have. It can help to develop our personality to a great extent.

Failed in an exam? You have an opportunity to study again and achieve virtuosity over it. Darn! You can become one hell of an expert!

Had just faced a break-up? Be placid, cling to self-respect and be euphoric. It is really a dark shade but the upcoming rays are worth the wait.

Got kicked out of a job? Good, in fact, great. The company just lost a chance to work with you while you have so many companies as an option.

All these things, all these perceptions help one to be

unique, to stand apart from the crowd, to get distinguished from the common colours, to build a person into a masterpiece. A masterpiece is not born, he is transformed into one. Just your way to see the world matters, just the way to see your world!”

I was completely spellbound by the charm in his words and the spark in his eyes to achieve something substantial in his life. We wished each other good luck and parted. Just a few moments after we parted our ways, a car passed by me whose one wheel fell in a puddle of mud water and, SPLASH! It took less than a second to turn me into a ‘chocolate’! I had already murdered him a 1000 times in my mind and was just going to open my mouth to shower him with words of insult but my inner subconscious pulled me on a safe side. All my anger flushed down and I smiled at myself. Why should I not smile, I got a class of my anger management all for free! Great, isn’t it? And it was all after which I took a vision towards my life, not just a look!

Can't corruption be ended by corruption?

A race trends in this world; a race for money. Whatsoever place you go, whatsoever work you think to do, money speaks a lot in that. This raises corruption. This raises ill thoughts for money.

Let me explain you by connecting this issue with Prathesh. Coming from a poor family background, Prathesh earns his money for education through a shop where he works along with studying. The shop was the only contribution left by his parents when they left his world long back. He works and studies simultaneously.

Being a student with quite good amount of gray cells, he progresses in his studies and scholarships he earned adds a helping hand to reduce his struggle. Consider his misfortune or an ill fate, his shop crushes down. The shop was the only source through which he earned his bread and that too is now in ruins.

The shop has its insurance. Prathesh wastes not a second in claiming for the insurance from insurance company. He is welcomed in the world of corruption. Aha! He runs from door to door, desk to desk but all he gets is the waste of time and the loss of his energy. He notices a thing that some people throw bundles of money on the desk and they get the work readily. He understands the monopoly. He understands the corruption. He resists digesting the fact that corruption is an inseparable part of the process in order to get any work done.

He proceeds towards the police station to register a complaint. He takes a sigh of relief assuming he would get justice. But his senses gave him the wrong prediction. He smells in the air of corruption. The insurance company bribed the police and thus it led Prathesh all the way in the ocean of despair. Not even the police, who are meant to serve the public, serve him. The system is just too perplexing for him to accept.

What he now thinks is to be a cynosure so that public can be aware of how the system is polluted. He approaches the police station and again gives an attempt to convince the police too politely. Rude response and misuse of power is all that he gains in return. His saturation point is now crossed. He assaults the policeman. His assault quite acceptable is seen quietly by people. The other officers catch hold of him and put him behind the bars.
Too hidebound in his attitude, Prathesh has all the rage against the evil stuff of the society. He gets the bail with the help of his friend.
This doesn’t mean that the volcano in him is now dead. It is still rising. He thinks to leave no stone unturned to eradicate corruption.

He organizes a small campaign to spread awareness about anti-corruption in the society. But it is universal fact that if any person has some pure intentions to spread on the society, there are millions who raise their voices against him as this fact hit him too. He is called upon by the local politicians over there and the police blaming him for setting up a campaign which is worthless and spreading wrong messages against the politicians. What those rebellions receive is an attack from Prathesh. He now enters the trap of no escape. He is again put in jail. This time no bail for him as he also abuses the police verbally. A case is filed against him.

He puts his head in his hands, “Is this all I get for doing something that is right?” he contemplates.

When he is presented in the court, he loses the cases. Well, it is not in his field of awareness but even the judge was bribed. Hell lot of corruption, isn’t it? Prathesh now takes it as the limit of insanity. He realizes that goodness will lead him to nowhere. The matter is now word of a mouth in the society. People pay sympathy for him sitting behind the electronic box but none raised a voice in support of him.
Here, Prathesh is on the verge on giving up. A boy from a poor family, nothing in his backup is fighting against the powerful, rich officers. He sees the path as the path with no end.
He loses everything. Even the bit of hope he had. Where will he go and complain as every person in his eyes was now a corrupt! He gives up. He gives up his future, he gives up his life.
Everyone out there is aware who is at guilt behind all this. The police tries to defend himself saying that he (Prathesh) realized his mistake and due to feeling of guilt, he quitted.
The voice of his noble deed echoed throughout the country. People in various cities organize candle marches. Yeah. This is the cycle. Something wrong happens, people grieve, candle marches are organized, and they gradually forget. Again, there is some news like this within few days. The cycle continues but till when.

There are people who live and get their work done easily by corruption. Those who stand against corruption are suppressed upon by the power of money. Sitting down there on cushion and repenting, feeling sorry is just piffle. The worst part is that the youth who can bring the revolutionary change in the entire nation is going with the flow of corruption. Nothing is going to happen sitting there and just feel sorry. When there is something wrong, we need to speak. I know it is true in our nation that if a man stands alone, he doesn’t stand for much time. We know the fact very well, but if someone dares to stands, it is the duty of the society of people to support him.

We watch many movies which focus on anti-corruption and we give good reviews of those movies saying that it had very good concept but what then?

Even my anecdotes! You all may like it as it carries a message, a goodness. But later, we dump all the goodness we receive from that movie in dustbin. It is to be accepted that we all are corrupt at some or the other level. We all live in the same hell but different levels, dealing with same sin but different devils.

All now left to say is, “Kya yeh corruption kuch le de k khatam nahi ho sakta?”

Invest efforts into ‘right’ places

It is quite an obvious thing that we all have faced failure in our lives in spite of working day and night, putting our heart and soul in your task. We wander from here to there where your work can be fruitful be you end up finding yourself useful nowhere. You feel blue; you lose all the faith and hope. Have a moment of contemplation and just think why is it that your efforts are not so up to the mark. Well, this matter perfectly aligns with that of Hriday’s. He is not an intellectual nerd, he is not that techno-freak which students now-a-days tend to be but his talent has the charm and the attraction that can sink anyone in his spellbinding ocean of awe. The beauty and the melody in his voice when he sings make everyone go awestruck.

Now he wants to make the world aware of his talent, so he can prove his mettle. He mustered the courage to take a step to promote this talent of him. He approaches a group of his friends who are promoting their skills and talents by working to start their own business. Hriday gets fascinated and wills to join them, as he sees it as a window of opportunity and a platform to raise himself. He takes no longer to make himself beneficial and sums up with the group. He is on the seventh sky. His happiness and joy was beyond words. He was completely unaware of the gust of limitations he was going to face. Maybe he wouldn’t have faced any if the people of the group were not techno-freaks, but to his misfortune, all are the bugs of technology.

Meetings are held to discuss upon their initiatives and everyone talks about their ideas but Hriday speaks silence as whatever the others are speaking is rocket science to him. What is he supposed to do otherwise? It is the best he can speak, the silence. He faces a bad start. Never mind. He keeps up the hope continuing to sharpen his skills, keeping alive the faith in his endeavours.

Days passed, then weeks and gradually moments, but his fate has not moved even an inch towards the path which can be beneficial to him. He is now in the incunabula of disappointments and despair. But he still fights for himself, working harder and harder. But all he finds in the group are the ideas of seminars on technology and events of various start-ups. Undoubtedly, he regularly represents his talents in front of his group. Claps are quite an obvious thing he frequently gets to hear. Bliss at that moment of him but then, it’s all forgotten.

He starts feeling unwanted. He starts feeling worthless. His talent is completely futile according to him. He expresses his soul out in his songs but all he gets in return are the blind minds that couldn’t see where his talent can make him go. He sits down criticizing everyone in his group. He thinks no one is willing to help him and everyone wants to run after technology and studies. He complains why not also give an opportunity to other stuffs.

Is it actually the blindness of his group members that they cannot see him coming? Or is it the efforts of Hriday which are not up to the mark? Take a moment to think over it before you read ahead……

As a matter of fact, it is the place which is wrong where Hriday has presented his talent. The problem is that the group consists of mainly technology-interested people and just one person works on a track different than that of them. He is not going wrong. He is just treading along a different path. And that is why he doesn’t get response what he actually deserves. This takes no longer to turn his rhapsodic behaviour into despairful attitude.

It is not only the hard work that always counts. If you build up a medical store, it is quite certain it will only be remunerative if you establish it besides a hospital. If you establish anywhere else, like near a temple or a cemetery, no matter how hard you work, your efforts are completely going to be in vain. Before you work, think if the place you are putting your efforts into is suitable for your field of interest or not. Your hard work can never cheat you. It always has the potential to lead you ahead. No talent is ever futile. No talent is small or big. Talent is always great no matter in what field one possesses it.

Goodness over Heartlessness

What a common thought everyone possesses that the world is just completely mean! I wouldn't be wrong I suppose if I say that if a person is betrayed by a person, he would misunderstand every other person to be a cheat.

You must be thinking that it's true. Jaimin thought the same. The shaved-head guy was a tease trending in the high school. Jokes made up on him had become the word of the mouths.

Brought up in a decent family, he had no such story like financial problem, no parents or any such stuff. He was well in his life, even a student with bright brains but nature always keeps the contrast. He had no hair on his head. And that made him feel inferior to his high school mates.

It took him no longer to convert his heart into a hard stone. He started having ill vibes towards his fellow mates. What he always wished for was harm for the ones who teased him.
He passed his high school with the mentality that every person in the world wants fun, doesn't matter if the person on whom the joke is made feels offended or not. He turned into an introvert, silent being who was once a cheerful soul full of life.

In college, the first year. The stage every fresher feels too unusual ‘cause of the change in life. He talked too less with the people surrounding him. Always remained lonely, one can say so. Why he was doing all this? Just because he was teased in high school. He limited his work just to himself. In other words, he became a kind of selfish. He stopped trusting people and his life went on. No one teased him but no one was his friend too. He almost passed in his academics and was in the last year. No change at all. The same he was as in first year just the difference is he had earned a few friends, even with whom he maintained some distance. His image in college life remained quite negative and was considered to be full of conceit.

He used to think sometimes that his friends made fun of him, guys made joke out of him, then there is no question of being friend with girls. And so he used to stay away from them as much as possible.

The twist of life has its own way of surprising a person. It surprised Jaimin too when one eve, he was sitting in the canteen having tea when his classmate, Hetika approached towards him and sat near him. She always noticed Jaimin and she was quite confident that he suffered from something. Jaimin wished he good evening and was about to leave when Hetika stopped him from leaving. She made herself trustworthy for Jaimin to share his problem with her. She told him that she knew there was something behind such a behavior of Jaimin.

Jaimin's heart melted as if an ice was kept on fire. He had never felt so good that there exist a person, a friend who actually has some feeling of humanity. He remained silent for a few seconds, smiling at her, his eyes full of happiness. He expressed his heart out to her. She understood and assured him that she would the friend he needs. She didn't let him feel the absence of a friend.

Every person in this world has a past. Everyone has some story that has completely changed them into what they are today. People say that they change because they were treated wrong so now they are heartless and selfish. Now suppose, every person in the world starts feeling like this, where will the humanity go? Where will the world stand with people with such feelings of heartlessness?
The world needs peace and love. One has to understand that if there are some people bad, there also exist some good ones out there.

If you think that growing into a selfish, heartless being will make you braver and stronger, you are very wrongly mistaken, my friend. The true courage lies in being what you are even when the world tries to change you. Making yourself a victim of conceit is nothing but being a coward. That means you do not have the courage to hold your goodness anymore.

God has made the world and He can never go with imperfection. He has created everything in balance. If you are a good person, don't stop being good. You are doing it quite good, believe me. Don't change yourself just because of few infiltrates. You never know the ‘surprise of life' may be just on the next turn. Miracles happen every day. Your goodness is always better than the evil.

Don't blame any situation for change in you. You are what you choose to be. If one person did wrong to you, there are 10 others who will do good to you. All you need to have is faith in life, in God. If you feel hurt, use it in good way. Let it make you a stronger and better person. Always keep up the goodness, no matter what. Don't fear the bad ones. It is quite truly said afterall by Gandhiji,
"An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind."

The Interview

This anecdote is not a story, not an article. It is just a thought that needs to be inculcated in every person who goes for interview of a job.

Before I start upon the topic, I just want you to take a piece of pen and paper. Do it. Done? Now, write down all the stuffs you will say about yourself in the interview.

I am sure that many people start by saying their name, their field and much more but when it comes to any quality that makes them stand apart from the crowd, their mouths just get sealed. Why so? Are we facing lack of talents? I don’t think so. What we lack is the power of discovering one’s inner self. We all are stuffed with a brobdingnagian pack of talents. I will just give you a very simple example. Explorers travel round the globe and discover the very intensifying nature of earth, getting familiar with the real beauty while being so simple from the outside. It needs a peep in ourselves to know that we too, like the earth are full of majestic crops of skills and talent. Know yourself.

Coming onto a higher level, people concentrate on getting job for themselves more rather than thinking of their contribution to the job if they are recruited. This is the most common anxiety after every interview hall.

“Will they select me?”

“Will they be impressed by my scores?”

“How much will I get paid?”

My friends, after you get a job, no one is going to ever ask you how much you scored in school and college. All they will ask is what you can do and what you will do for the organization. No company needs a person who just limits his brains to his own earnings and benefits. Moreover, if you just keep it upto your salary, you won’t enjoy the job and the aftermath won’t lead you to promotion. Instead, if you love what you do and serve for the organization, respect from all the colleagues and even the CEO will knock your door.

Moving on the ultimate issue, the depression. No, not actually depression, it’s actually exaggeration. Exaggeration on the denial if not selected. One thing that is out of my sense is why do people mull and contemplate so much over not getting selected in a job. I know it is a serious topic but life doesn't end there. Sandeep Maheshwari has very beautifully said that if you get a job, that’s good. If not, that’s even better. You will get an opportunity to do research on some other company.

True, if you do not get a job, no need to sit with hands on your lap and cry. There are so many ways to earn money. And like I said in my anecdote “The best servant but the worst master”, money is all stored up in your brains. So never ever cry on not getting selected by one or two companies. It is not your loss; it is their loss that they lost a creative mind that would have helped their organization to level up.

An interview is never too complicated as it seems. You just have to keep two things with you: optimism and your originality.

The Best Servant yet the Worst Master

Before you start this story, I want you to imagine that you are on a beach, a cool, windy beach. You are walking along the sea-shore just when you can see something golden thing shining in darkness. You are sure that it is gold, a block of gold. You run and run and run. You are in happiness that you can’t handle when you realize it is actually a block of gold. Come back to reality? Damn! You were enjoying the imagination, weren't you? And I called you back.

Well, what if you meet about a person who might have experienced the same euphoria? Hiren had the experience that you were just imagining of. The only difference is that he experienced that gold disguised in piece of paper which we normally call as money. His short height made him look like a child to the society but only people familiar to him knew that he was rich as hell. Well, his beard made him look a bit matured which suited him because of his clean shaved head.

Most of the rich men have a story that they belonged to a poor family and so did Hiren. But the good thing is that his poverty ignited the zeal in his soul to earn the riches. He was quite successful in his goal. He got married to his college friend, Tanya and had happy family. He used to come up with too expensive gifts for his wife every year. Apple Mac book pro, a limited, red hot Ferrari La Ferrari, shoes from Armani, leather purse of Versace. Damn he is rich, isn’t he?

Seasons kept flowing smoothly and so did the lifestyle of this couple until a twist came. Actually a twist made by very own dear possession of every human, even for Hiren, the money. It was a day when he was looted and all his money was just a thin air when he entered his office. The broken glass pieces scattered on the polished, white, mirrory floor and his wooden desk which was then just a complete mess. He felt a strike of heavy blow on his fate and started cursing it. He had no money in his bank too as he had withdrawn all for a big, new investment which was a big flop. The tragedy hit him so hard that it made his mind blind and he couldn’t see his talent by which he could go for a fresh start-up. But the disaster just snatched away the vision from his mind. It is quite clear by this that what Hiren worked for was just money and not because he loved his work.

Money is not something that defines your richness. People are often mistaken and they run after money blindly which later makes them blind in front of their inner skills and talent. Money is never outside in that world. It is all stored up in your skull. All you need to just do is convert that money from thoughts into paper. It is just that simple. You are never too rich until you have something money can’t buy. Just collaborate with your inner self, listen to what your mind speaks, not what your heart desires. If you want to desire, first you need to be deserved for that. Money is a good thing but it is not everything. It is the best servant a man can have but the worst master if a man gets underneath that.

Focus not on the Hate

That challenging moment

You need to defend

At the top of success

Your haters approach to suppress

They talk behind your back

They belong behind your back

Don’t give them a care

Let it be your dare

So you can rise

That’s the way you dynamize

Be the one who cares the least

That is the moment you tighten your fists

Eyes in front

Be deaf to the grunt

Avoid the distraction

Only then you achieve the satisfaction

If the hate you convey

Gets enormous in your way

The failure it will trace

Slower you, cutting the splendid pace

Be so busy in your work

Leave all the worries at your luck

It’s just yourself you got to deal with

Anger and hatred belong to the filth

Hating someone is the time you waste

Lose temper is the time you waste

Be the contrast, utilize that time

You can reform and do just fine

Be your own dependence

Best is in you, have a glance

Rip off the hate in you

Let zeal occupy that space in you

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!