The secret recipe of losing and finding you!

"Lose yourself in the crowd of infinity,
In the infinity of the universe!"

Away from the staring world,
Staring world that loves to criticize,
To criticize every action!

That feeling of insecurity,
Insecurity in the earth, that has become so small,
So shrunk that we can find anything about anyone, anywhere, anytime!

Is normal or has become normal!

But, oh my god!
I have found a safe haven,

A safe haven so near,
Yes, indeed a hiding place it is!
A hiding place that no one can find out,
Cannot find out in their one lifetime!

It is there!

There in your mother, who cares for you more than her own life!

There in the pride of your father, for even your silly achievements!

There in the laughter of your friend!

There in the eyes that love you!

It is also found,

There in the sun rays and in the moon light!

There in the darkness and in the raindrops! 

There in the snow and in the rock!

There in the soil, with the earthworm swirling and digging!

The haven is not so far!

It is there, every where!

It is there in you, for instance!

Explore!

Explore the love and affection,

Explore the nature and its beauty,

There you will be safe and secure!

A little away from the networks,

Networks, that make the world so small!

Let you be the first to switch it off and live life for real!

At least for few moments!

"Lose yourself in the crowd of infinity,
In the infinity of the universe!"

And will regain you,

From where you think you are lost!

Misconception of the word- 'Love'

Love

The google search provides us with following meanings for the above mentioned word at the first hit

1. A strong feeling of affection.

2. A great interest and pleasure in something. 

Really? Did they think this noun can mean only these two sentences? Oh my god! Then google is insane. How could they do that? Even my brain, which usually holds very less number of words and  probably only the simple meaning or synonym for those words, return lots of meaning for Love. My neurons run the electric signals through the synopsis as fast as a light when I come across this word. Oh! Yeah. Almost for all the people who really live their life to the fullest, will have the same feeling as mine. 

So, I have said this to many people. Not as a such, but in a sentence that would always remain to be the best statement that I will ever say in my life,'I love you'. By all means, people reading this will wonder what the hell is this girl telling? Can we say it to more than one person? Yes. I can. Yes. I am doing it. 

I say it to mom every morning. I say it to my dad more times than I say it to her. I tell it to my sister at the end of every fight. I tell it to my best friends (I have three and two of them are guys) and to my good friends and to my just friends whenever I feel like saying it. I say it to many people and some really do get the meaning of it. Some think that I am mad. So am I. They allow me to be or I allow myself to be identified mad. I love the fact that love is mad.

Many people have the misconception that love is always an excess of adrenaline flowing through the blood when we see a beautiful beast. Many people think that it's always about missing a heartbeat and losing ones mind. You don't have to be like that always. You can be perfectly sane or imperfectly insane to use this word in that sentence. Yeah! You can be misunderstood sometimes. But misunderstanding people always misunderstand. You don't have to explain everything to everyone.

So, do you want to know what have I got because of this word? I have  got a mom who thinks that I can really become a writer one day. I have got a dad who can love me even after making him fall on the floor. I have got a sister who thinks that I can get a noble prize for something one day. I have got an uncle who thinks me as his own daughter. I have got best friends who pick my call anytime, even in the middle of a movie or a meeting. They talk to me even when I have nothing to tell and really feels proud for my success and stands by the side of me at hard times and makes me forget the terrible things I have gone through. I have got a whole bunch of brothers, Oh! not really related by blood. But, they do care for me, more than like a own brother. I have got a little teenage thug who never listens to his mom but me. He is my favorite among all brothers. I have got this nature which sends me a wind to endure, a rain to wet, a flower to smile and a butterfly to say me 'Good luck!' before every big deal. Love has created me.

The word 'Love' never can hold a same definition or meaning for any two people on earth. Love is not a feeling, its not an emotion. 

Love is eternal.

Love is everything.

Love has a broader perspective to it.

Love is love. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Its a right combination of every best thing in the world.

I have defined a small part of my view about this word. I don't feel this is the best. But, love never searches for the best. It always creates the best out of people.

So, have you ever thought of a word which has millions of meaning? Here is one.

Post Script: A continuation of Where is beauty?

Unknown and Unnoticed

The little baby was named!
He blabbered like every other child of his age,
He loved his mother,
He loved the comfort she gave in her lap,
He loved the warmth of her heart when she held him near her breast.
He grew and he loved her more.

At the one end of the world was his father,
Toiling day and night,
He rose early, worked late hours,
And came home once in a while with the best toys in the world.
He was welcomed every time, for he bought with him the wonderful cars and helicopters.
Little the world knew what he had sacrificed,
Little that his wife knew what he was doing at office,
Little that his son knew how much hours of sleep he lost to get those stuffs.

Days passed.
The little boy once he was, turned into a big boy, not very big though,
His mother gave birth to his sibling,
And it was a beautiful girl, beautiful because she was a girl.

The boy loved his little sister,
For he was able to hold her in his arms,
For she smiled at him every time he played with her,
She grew with him.
He promised to protect her, no matter what!
They fought, they laughed,

She cried and he would always give up,
For he loved her smile more than her tears,
He took hours to make sure she had the best.

Big boy he was,
His enjoyments widened,
His pleasures granted,
And he loved his mom and sissy more than before.

He grew up and found that he had a passion,
His mom and sissy had plans,
Passion was costly and plans were big,
He always wanted to give the best for them,
So passion was buried and plans were given priority.

He loved them more,
But respected his father more than all the years of love he gave to mom and sissy,
For now he knew what it takes really to be a man,
For he really knew how every second of a man's life goes,
His sacrifices and toils,
Unknown and unnoticed!!!

Father!!!

There was a silence.
Then she shouted at him.
She shouted for her mistake.
She knew she was wrong.
Still she did not stop, her words piercing his heart like a knife.
She hurt him like no one ever did.
The next day when she dashed her leg in a door, he came running hearing her agony.
His eyes were wet.
Holding her legs he asked "Does that hurt?".
She just repeated the question.
He smiled.
"No longer"
"Father!!!"

   

Beyond every change, she was human!!!

My chat with this soul in the railway station changed my view. Try me!!!

"Prostitution or begging are the only choices we are left with. We chose begging over prostitution.", she said.

"Is your family understanding your physical and mental change?", I questioned.

"Yes. They understand us. But the society wouldn't accept. So, we come out of the family. If we stay there, our brothers and sisters will not get married.", this was her friend.

I had to swallow what her friend said and continue talking with her. 

A train came and I asked if she wanted board the train and at the same time was distracted by the hand clasping of one of her friends towards the passengers.

"No. Its crowded. We will take the next train.", she said. Her friends nodded.

I composed myself again."So, when did you notice the change inside you?", I asked.

"I realized the transformation inside me, when I was 9. Then I operated my parts to appear like woman. It has been 12 years since operation."

Did your family help for your operation?

"No. We begged and collected money and with that we did our operation.", she and her friend said that in unison. 

She continued, "Its not as easy as you think. I suffered severe cramps in the body for 40 days after the operation."

I couldn't stand there. I was dumb stuck by what she said. Again a train crossed. It was also crowded. So I had some more time with my guest. I explained to her about my work and what I write in the blog and with some hesitation asked for a photo.

"Will you put anything wrong about me?", she asked. 

"No. I would not do anything like that.", I said.

"I have faced many things in my life. I don't think taking a photo will cause anymore harm than what I had undergone. Take it sister."

I clicked a snap. 

She then came near me and asked something that I couldn't comprehend. Her friend said that she wanted to see the photo. She blushed. I smiled and showed her photo in my mobile. There is really a woman inside her, my heart said to me.

"I look wary after all the collections.", she said to herself.

"By the way my name is Priya. How would I inform you when I post the article", I asked her.

She gave her number and when I was about to leave, she called me.

"Sister, My name is Leela."
I do not know whether she knows how to search for an article in the web. But I will call and tell her.

What I inferred after all the conversations was that, we should not judge people even if they are beggars. Every body has their own reasons. Yes. Transgenders have their own unique way of begging and it irritates all of us. But the society never allows them beyond a point. So, the next time you see them, give them something or nothing that is your wish. But do not mock them for what they are. They did not choose. They were not given a choice!!!

Aylan to Papa

Those people with feeble heart do not read this...
Aylan is a three year old Syrian boy who wanted to reach Greece island  Kos with his family consisting of his father, mother and his 5 year old brother Galip. Thousands of people from various Afrian countries are fleeing their homeland in under capacity boats to escape from the IS terrorist group and Civil war. Lots of people have lost their lives in the middle of the ocean in the process. The European countries like Hungary and Greece have put electric fences to prevent these people from entering their country.

Aylan's family was also traveling in a under capacity boat in the treacherous sea waters with may other people from their home land. Their boat gave up near Turkey and most of them drowned in the waters. This little boy's photo has changed the mind set of many EU nations like Hungary, Austria and they are now accepting refugees from war troden Syria, Libya and other African countries. A salute to Angela Merkel, the Chancellor of Germany who gave voice to the refugees from the beginning.

This one article is a tribute to Aylan, the little boy who changed the minds of Big European countries. We love you Aylan.

An imagination- What Aylan would say to his father?

PAPA..

This is Aylan. Can you hear me?

I see you crying now.

Why are you crying papa?

You want to know why did I sleep in the beach with my face half drowned inside the sand?

I will tell you papa.

You told we would be safe.

You told that the place we go will give us food and water. You even promised me that you would buy me a remote car, once I asked you.

Papa..

You know what?

I saw them coming, the big waves that collapsed our small boat. I was with you and mom. Galip was also with us. But, once the big wave hit, I could not see anything papa. I was drinking that water. It was so salty. I couldn’t breathe. I searched for you and mom. But my little fingers were not enough to grab you, to hold on to you. I saw mom. She asked me to come to her. I was very afraid. She was not normal. She called me again and again from the sky. Now, I saw Galip standing next to her calling my name. He said he would not beat me and asked to come with him. Then, there were you. I saw you picking me with all your might. You wanted me. You wanted all of us, mom, Galip and me. But by the time you took us to the beach, it was too late papa. Mom already gave me a remote car to play and Galip promised not to snatch that from me. So I went with them papa. Now, that explains my sound sleep in the sand from which I would never wake up.

This place where I stay is called heaven mom said to me and I get enough cars and planes to play. There is no bomb. There is no fight. So I will never come to the seas that took you away from me. You should have come with us papa. Here it is so good papa. Mom says it is because of love. She says it brings us peace.

Why there is no love in the place you live papa?

Why people always fight over land?

When will there be peace in your place?

If there is no peace, you come to us papa. You will love this place.

If you want to stay there, I will not bother you. But, don’t cry for us papa. Mom says big people from big nations are talking about the friends from our country only because of my photo. Mom says I served the purpose of my birth and she says she is proud of me and Galip. I am happy for that papa. Mom always talks about you papa. She is always worried about you. She says you tried you best to save us. She thinks you are sad. She loves you papa.

Ok papa. I am going to play with Galip. There are lots of kids like me here.

We all love you papa.

Image source:

www.belfasttelegraph.co.uk 

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