FAITH RESTORED

The morning hour , as the day begins, seldom indicates what lies in store for the rest of it. The peace and solace of those early hours is almost synonymous with the gentle warmth of the rising sun. That deep orange hue from the brightest element in the earth’s hemisphere, so pleasantly visible as it emerges from behind a hill or stack of high rises, then gradually, as it progresses forward, begins to burn out its size and shape and countenance, now unable to be seen through a naked eye. There is a bearing with life’s day almost, within this act. Pleasant and peaceful as it starts, and then gradually as the day progresses and all its complications overtake us, everything around us becomes unbearable. We meet people and a lot of them get you thinking on many aspects of what we observe and perceive like our existence and issues we face as a part of the society. A lot of instances connect us to each other, the history and the knowledge of the past. This leads to the understanding of complex circumstances. We leave the things we love for fear all the time, and blame it on circumstrances.
I keep wondering how we fear doing good deeds, as good is not easily acceptable and makes us feel embarrassed at times. So we stick to following the crowd and doing what every one does and involves no fun. Being a leader is a lonely job, taking a road that is less travelled. Taking responsibility of the world that loves to blame. A complex and a tiresome job, I must say. But I still suggest you to explore more opportunities for the people who look up to you, who take you as their role models. Being a leader isn’t about being right always but it surely is about making a wise decision. The tree that moves some people to tears of joy is just a green thing standing on others way. Some people define their limits and are too afraid to push them forward. But leaders are wise people and they feel defining a limit for one is undermining ones capabilities. Newspapers either tell us how our politicians are taking advantage of the money we earn or people killing their relatives and loved ones for money, I ask you is that all that is left? We do nothing about it just sit leisurely in the comfortable confines of our home and feel bad about the fact for two hours and then continue with our busy lives. We are so used to all these things that we feel it is very normal. I don’t remember the last time I read a newspaper that didn’t report gore and bloodshed.
Scrolling further down the pages of the newspaper I was amused looking at the obituary section. We all keep cribbing and crying our whole life for small things; despite of this I am yet to find an obituary that says he died peacefully in his sleep surrounded by his accountant and lawyer. They all have the same message and they all have their families mourning besides them. The irony is that when they were living this beautiful chapter called life relatives and friends didnt realize their worth, they only realize it after they are no more to experience the beauty of relationships. This is the era where all we talk about is competition and minds at work; we do not have time to dine at our favorite restaurant or watch a movie, which ones we never missed. We have forgotten when we really laughed our lungs out and danced in the rain with street kids. These things embarrass us now; we feel that laughing out loud is cheap (though we never miss out a chance to say lol while chatting with a friend online). Tell me my friends when was the last time you giggled at a joke, the last time you smelled a flower, the last time you fought that your friend did not call (this was once the most important thing in life) ? God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh.
As the Chinese say : the best time to plant a tree was twenty years ago and the second best time is today. So let’s plant our trees today and enjoy what we have lost in our busy lives. So if you take time out of your busy schedule and want to relax and talk to a friend you can find me in café coffee day, as you smell the aroma of coffee and hear people talk, look around and you will find me at a distant corner, reading a book and sipping my coffee with a slice of simle… :)

a drop of tear to share and a slice of smile to serve

I was sitting and relaxing on the couch after a tiring day. Had an interview and call letter in my hand which did not make me happy coz people kept telling me that the institute is not good. I was tired of people, tired of my parents shouting, tired of every random person asking what I wanted to do in life. Sometimes I feel that I am the only person everyone is worried about. Suddenly everyone wanted to assure that I have a good career. With a bad headache and a bad cough, this was the last thing I wanted to think about. And bam I have something new to think about. And this time again a weird thing, which bought a smile to my face and lighted up my mood yet again. It was how small things make you smile more often than big things do. The things we never notice, the things we feel is not even worth a thought and still how they are the most important things in life.

I was happy now for the fact that I wore the formals first time in my life, I was glad to have cleared the first interview I ever appeared for. Thinking so much about the career made me forget these small achievements. One day there was an a very learned old man, who has accomplished everything in life, once said to me that after a long and tired life he is finally into the breezes. I liked it when he said this, but thinking of it now I can’t think of any good reason not to be in the breezes when you are enjoying and exploring life. Life is very short and so is the world but the world is far wider to explore fully. It has a lot to give if you are just ready to take. At the end a billionaire gets buried next to street sweeper. I have nothing against working hard and earning money but think we will all end up as dust so let’s have some fun. . Too many amongst us are afraid to be ourselves, so we give up our dreams to follow the crowd. Some of us are too afraid of ourselves so we give up our dreams to follow the crowd. The biggest regret on our death beds is that we were not reflective enough. Friends all I am saying is just follow your heart and don’t think about what others say. Trust me that all the people who are successful today were laughed at, now they revert it back. Someone once said nothing fails more than success. Very true say if you go to your favorite restaurant and order your favorite dish and when you ask for ketchup the waiter says that he is busy and u can go pick it up yourself. How will you feel? The restaurant is fully stuffed with people but if they don’t have just a min for there customer’s happiness is their success worth it?

I just read about a boy who couldn’t walk as he was born without eyes, and we worry about the traffic jam being bad. Let us all do a little exercise and jott down all the things we want to do till we die, I am sure you would have even started to think about two or three only after reading this. But what happens is most of us give up so easily just because our fears are stronger than our faith. And if reach what we desire we forget the people who have helped us in this path. On this one of you will say I have them on facebook, or I ping them saying hi every 10days. Not your fault, the paradox of this world is that we get more connected electronically and not emotionally. I am sure if I tell you that you have only 30mins left, all of you will grab your phone and call the people who matter to you., some will even call the people who ones were the part of there life. So why wait for that time, why not grab a phone right away and buzz people. Thank everyone who has helped you, and also the people who will help you in future. Be happy with what you have and do that perfectly.

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here is a cute and sweet poem for all my friends ... :) i wrote it when i was a kid, the words are simple but i am sure all of you guyz will understand what i want to say...

you are never alone i am always near

when you are troubled, down or blue

all you have to do is call me

i am here for you.

it doesn't matter where i am at

it doesn't matter when

when you need someone to talk to

i am here to be your friend.

if you need someone to hold your hand

or a hug to say i care

if you need a shoulder to cry on

for you i will be there.

so never think you are a burden

when the weight gets too much

you might find if you look hard enough

a good friend would be the right touch.

you are never alone i am always here

through the good times and the bad

i am always here to be your friend

as i don't like to see you sad.

p.s.- the poem is left untitled on purpose, but a nice and suitable suggestions for the title will be appreciated ... :)

SANDS OF TIME

The sun sank down the horizon as those gloomy eyes stared at it as if questioning its fate and at the same time marveling at its beauty. It somehow seemed to draw a parallel analogy to the life she’d lived so far. She’d bloomed and risen to spread warmth and somehow the fire inside incinerated and consumed her and like the fading dusk she had resigned to her fate.

She stared out of the window as the busy traffic passed, nightfall was evident. She closed the window pane and fell flat on her back on the rather comfortable bed that seemed all but a bed of thorns to her at this instant. She tossed and turned seething in silent pain, sometimes wailing in silent whispers. It all seemed to have come back to her all of a sudden, all the good times she’d seen, the people she’d met n those who’d been a part of her life. Those who hurt her n those who got hurt, things that went right and those that didn’t. She wondered in silent agony, was it all there was or is there more to this life , as she stared at the ceiling How she wished it collapsed and brought about an end to all this.

She had everyone yet she felt alone, thousands of friend and yet no one to call her own. Everyone had abandoned her and this was what she had feared all her life. Not that she dint knew this could happen but she never agreed that this could be true. She tossed and turned with tears wailing out of her eyes and her head aching with pain. But no one was there to console her, to tell her that she is not alone. She had always wanted to help people yet when she needs them now however loud she cries however loud she shouts no one would hear her. She had lost everyone with no one else’s but her fault. A belief in her heart that some day this will end kept her going on with her life had shattered her today. For the first time she questioned the very existence of God. College life had left a lasting impact on my psyche and made her what she is today. She went to college with a lot of dreams to make it big. She went to the class and looked around a bit and sat down, here she came across as a person who would leave an impression by his mere appearance, a huge imposing frame and add to that spiked hair, a loose black tshirt that yelled out loud to the world "drink beer fuck fear" and a dog tag to go with it. There was another guy who sat with him who was a geek and did not talk much but was staring at people and was disappointed with himself coz he did not make through any good engineering college. She didn’t like him a bit at the first and neither did he like me. He thought of her as another smart ass bitch (he regrets thinking about her like that till date).

Soon they became friends and had a lot of fun together. They went to malls, movie halls, markets, food joints etc. She loved her college life it was exactly like she had dreamt of. They all would stand up for each other and fight with the world. People used to envy them and wanted to be like them. They never cared about the people and were only bothered about their small world.

Problems came and went but they were inseparable. Little fights never bothered them and they would get back together. But this all was short lived, her happiness was cursed and life had to do this to her yet another time. Every one left her; she was all alone in college and cried everyday. She knew she had to fight the world alone but all she worried about that the people whom she called her friends were the part of the world she had to fight. They abused her but she held herself. What bothered her was that they dint seem to care at all about her.

Though after one year she made some friends and the geek friend of hers came back leaving behind all regrets and they started sharing everything again. She has got her life back and enjoys being with these new set of people. She doesn’t want to lose them and wishes that she could hold them tight forever and not let go. Deep inside she is scared to lose them but still they keep reminding her that nothing is permanent and they would go one day. She wishes to tell them her fears, to tell them what all of them mean to her. Today as she lie in her bed still thinking if she could be the same person she was, with all the love she had and as always no one to answer her; sleeps take toll over her.