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!

How you make your decisions?

Part-1

How important is decision making in one's life?

Decisions are made in every second of our life.
If you don't believe, let me tell you:
Waking up in the morning, you decide to exercise or to walk or to sleep a little long.
To take you coffee or your lemonade!
To read The Hindu or The Indian Express!
To cook or to eat outside!
To wear a blue color dress or a red one!
To fight with you friend for a mistake or to forgive them!

There are lots of examples like this. Decisions help us run the day smoothly, at least with less damage. But sometimes decisions are not just about a coffee and lemonade or The Hindu and The Indian Express. They are big and those decisions eventually shape our life. They are not jokes or pranks. But real, though intangible. Some are really difficult to take. Some decisions once made can be reviewed and changed later. But many times, life decisions made once, takes away the power from most of the people to do so.

Like if you have seen old Tamil movies, where the hero would be the law maker for a small village or group of people. His way of giving justice would be cruel and against law, literally by killing the 'one who  makes mistake'. The heroine would come and ask him to leave all the things he were doing to marry her and he would say a dialogue, "I chose this myself. I cannot back off now. Not from this."
The heroine would say, "How can I live with a man, who has no guarantee for his own life?"
The hero would say, "Even if I leave it now, I will be dead. I cannot leave. I will not. After all these years, my life or death does not matter. But these people matter to me.  So, you make your own decision, to live with me or to leave."

Decisions are sometimes like that. Yeah! Even though the above conversation can bring a bit of boredom or make you think kinda, "Do I have to read you article to know that?", the message conveyed is very strong. You cannot revert that was decided by you once and sometimes even the forced, especially the most critical ones like your career and studies.

In this way decisions are very important in one's life.

Next post- Dreams and passions.
Stay reading!

In the pursuit of myself!!!

Life is not full of butterflies and flowers.

Yes. It is not.

But the way you see the thorns and bumps also makes a difference.

You cannot walk on the thorns. Sure you cannot.

And you cannot go smoothly in a bump. No you cannot.

But you can always change the perspective,

With hope, yes you can.

After my last exams of undergraduate,

I had choices.

I had enough of it than anyone else.

I chose to not to choose hastily.

I waited, I tried new possibilities.

It was one good day,

I was suggested to do what I loved.

It was a friend, a well wisher,

And a person who gives a constant source of encouragement,

Okay, a good combination of all.

I thought I had my calling. Yes, it was. 

But, it was not easy.

I had bad times,

But it was less than anybody's, who did not have anything to choose.

I gave up one of the opportunity to become independent,
And I was scrutinized by more and most people.

I went to a state of depression.

I had to walk on thorns sometimes,

I never stopped.

So were some of my friends, going through the same phase of their life.

To remind me that I was not alone in the bizarre bumpy ride.

I was inspired by the optimism and hope they had.

Knowingly or unknowingly they shared it with me.

Thanks to them, their presence has made me who I am today.

I find solace in here.

A thing I love the most.

I had a different experience in all.

I am now identified as a person who can convey the thoughts reasonably well,

Through a medium called writing.

Some of my friends call me with a writers name I admire.

And I react like I do not want to accept that.

But I love it.

I am no longer an under graduate to the world.

I am an amateur writer now, a blogger.

I am seen as a person, who is living the dream.

And I don't want to hide, but admit that I am proud.

In the mean time,

I have found angels in people.

I have found that people will remain in my life, my family, no matter how terrible my decisions are.

I have found people, friends, who can make my bumpy ride funny,

I have found people who not only make but keep promises.

I have found that eventually some people will judge,

And I can accept that criticism,

Change myself for my own good if I really should or ignore them for the same reason. 

I have found the value of time.

I have found the value of belief.

I have found butterflies in the middle of thorny path,

I have found fragrance of flowers in the middle of emotional numbness. 
I have an identity now. 

I have found that dreams can eventually come true.

I have found a new start.

A success is not defined by how much money you earn.

It is defined by the amount of happiness experienced after doing the work.

And the self-urge it gives us to take up the responsibility of breaking the own achievement.

After posting every article,

There lies a sense of satisfaction.

After receiving a good or bad comment for my article,

There comes a sense of responsibility to develop in every way I can.

True that I don't succeed often.

But I try to develop after every step.

Now,

From the middle of nowhere,

I have got something what I longed to have,

What I waited for.

So true that it is going to be challenging to keep up between blogging and that.

But I know the value of a dream taking shape and an opportunity to make myself independent.

They are equally important in a person's life. 

It is the way to give a mutual back up to both the things.

And hence will hold on to them very tight.

I am not perfect, I will not be,

I am not the best, I will not be,

But I will never give up on trying to be one.

I promise to people who were there and supported me,

I will grow and make you proud, no matter what it takes from me,

And will be there with you through thick and thin,

To support and love the same way you did.

A note to people who left,

I am no longer worried about you.

Thanks, I can concentrate on who really cares.

Life teach lessons.

We, just, should have the patience to learn.

Rome was not built in a day.

So does human maturity.

I cannot say that I have got all of the maturity to handle the world right now.

But I can say it has evolved to some extent.

And this is just a start.

With hope,

In the pursuit of myself,

A human in the making, with the support of fellow humans, the world and the above,

Who are already great or deserve to be great in their own way.

To the love of humanity!!!

Peace lost,
A city of love once, turned into city of terror,
Ruined by suicide bombers and gun men.

As they attacked,
They shouted the name of a God,
He, who would never love this kind of war.

As they attacked,
They shouted the name of a country,
From where the people fled searching across seas and oceans for food and life,
For a life of peace.

In the stadium that held the foot ball match,
There lies a body of a dad doomed,
Who wanted his son badly to play the game like those players.

In the hall that held the concert,
There was a mom,
Who wanted her children just to have a happy life.

In the restaurants,
Sitting there were families and couples,
Who wanted say to the other that they loved each other so much,
Some would have wanted to patch-up,
Some would have wanted to break-up.
There would have been business meetings too.

Everything has become nothing,
Nothing at all,
In few seconds of hate,
Everything changed.
People with love and emotions were turned to blood and flesh.

They call it a pure war,
They call it a fight for their nation,
They call it a fight for Him.
Really??

In the epic Mahabaratha,
There is a character called Karna,
He was celebrated as a man of generosity,
A man of courage and success,
A hero of the era,
But he fought against the Truth,
He fought for his friendship which was true, 
But he lost the war.
A man who could have never been defeated was killed,
And everything from him was taken away,
For he was against Truth and human values,
For his success was stained by the blood of the innocent warrior and the sanity of the woman.

The same would be the fate of Terrorism,
They fight for a cause,
But will never win,
For they have against them, the love of every people,
Who want to live with nothing but peace.

It is not Paris,
It is not Mumbai,
It is not Newyork,
It is not Pakistan neither Bangladesh nor Syria nor Egypt,
They are against the love of humanity.
They will learn their lesson.
Sooner or later.

Let us stand together,
Let us get connected by love,
Let us learn to tell people what we want them to know from us this moment,
For no one have the assurance that we will live the next moment.
Let love and truth win.

Go ego!!!

Shalu was Ritu's best friend. Troubling teens, both were. They were in 10th grade and good at studies, top ten in the class. So nobody could complain about their mischevousness.

Shalu's house was near the temple. They used to go there and have fun. She was very lean, while Ritu was a bit fat. Forget their size differences, they were hell to handle together.

Shalu bought a new dress, a blue one with sandal stripes. It was a full hand dress with a netted shall. It was too good but too big for her. So she offered that new dress to Ritu. It looked perfect on her.

The day came, when Shalu left Ritu to another school. She resisted to go there. But her parents pushed her too much. Ritu was angry. When Shalu came to tell a good bye, Ritu did not talk. Even when she cried hugging her, Ritu did not yield. Both were very much hurt. Ritu wanted her to stay. Who would she have to talk? Who would she have to study with? Who would she have to tell about her crush on some boy? But, she did not ask her to stay. She did not tell her best friend, how important she was to her. How would she? Her ego won. Shalu left the place.

Shalu, on one random day, came to Ritu's house. She shouted at the top of her voice, asking for her blue dress.

'If you could not understand me, then no way you can have my dress.', she went near Ritu and said.

Ritu was breathless and was profusely sweating when she woke up. She became pale. Whenever she crosses Shalu's house while going to the temple, she would say, 'I am sorry baby. I cannot return your dress. I am sorry for not stopping you from going away. I am sorry for not understanding you that day.' How would she give her? Shalu died a month ago. It was a suicide and no one knew the reason. It was rumored that she could not bear being away from her family and her best friend.

In our lives, there comes a stage where our ego tries to conquer the true love we have for some people. It just makes the time we had with them a ghost. If we could forget that ego thing and show them how important they are to us, everything will be fine. Just fine. Try killing ego and you will never regret it. It works in every realtionship, frienship or love or anything.

It's dangerous!!!

She was walking through the night.
The yellow light from the lamp,
Made her shadow appear ghostly.
The light glowed hauntingly reflecting on her dress.
She looked less human.
Her eyes wandered, searching for someone.

She looked into the trees.
They did not move an inch, for they were afraid,
Not of her, but of her tears.

Suddenly,
She felt a chill on her spine.
She knew the reason.
She found 'that someone' she was searching.
She smiled.
Her eyes searched intensely.
A breeze blew the hair on her face,
She then closed her eyes, allowing the breeze to embrace her.
The trees astonished by what they saw,
Made a 'swish' sound but stopped the second she looked at them.
She then walked away saying "Yes. I do"

His soul wept in the shadow,
For the answer she gave him.
He promised he would never show up.
But his soul stayed, where he met with that terrible accident and left her helpless.
And the trees mourned his sadness.
He stayed just to hear from her once again.
He never left that tree after he died.

For that darkness and the chill never scared her.
She knew he would be waiting for her everyday.
Why else would the breeze ask her, 'Do you still love me?'?
She said to herself , "Yes. Still, I do"
And walked to their home.
Like the day they were walking together after the dinner.
Only to end up losing him.

The man who killed him, was drinking again!
Driving in the dimly lit road.
The tree's 'swish' was heard again.
The breeze blew.

His car now tumbled over a ditch.

The same place where she lost him.
It was never an accident.
There was never a ditch before.

Don't drink and drive. It's dangerous.

He still stands under that tree and watches everyone,
And the breeze blows whenever someone drink and drive,
For his love walks everyday to say him her love.

So I believed my heart!!!

As my life began, all I believed was this...

I am the best in everything I do.
I am the love the world is searching.
I am the peace all the war torn countries are trying to seek.
I am the best friend anyone would ever dream to have.
I am the person born to remove the people from all the sufferings.
I am the happiness.

So believed my heart.

Until one day, when two demons  jumped from hell and engulfed me, filling my everything with self pity, my believes changed…

I am the shattered glass that would never come together.
I am the death the ailing person in the ICU of any hospital is begging.
I am the failure the human kind have ever witnessed.
I am the darkest secret anyone would ever dare to talk about.
I am not worth adding an extra burden to the world.
I should leave this world this moment and that pain would be less than this suffering- living.
There were thoughts that destroyed my confidence. There were tears for unknown reasons. There were fears of everything. 

      And one day when I was sitting in the balcony, I heard my heart weeping to        speak to me. How did I forget that I had one?  Inside me, my heart shouted, do you really know what are you thinking? Yes, I said.“No. You do not know. You are not thinking but over thinking. You are not under your conscience now and  I am not allowing you to do anything wrong. Not in this state of mind”, my heart insisted. It showed me the beauty of the world which I have seen once, when I had faith. I saw it with the same eyes that now      has become dark as the night. It showed me the love I have created all around.    It took me to the days where I smiled with it. The same reasons were there, only    that I forgot to feel them.   Now the darkness faded and I am back!!!

So, today I live.

In a bid to find my undone work. The reason for what I was brought down from the heaven. To finish it with all my heart. I believe me. So does my heart.

Were you wondering who the two demons were?

Them being anxiety and depression: They run now, towards another haven, discovering I have no place to offer. They might come back. But I will fight. Till all the energy inside me endures. I have the power inside, I believe. 

To all the souls listening…

These demons will show you thousand reasons to fall from where you are. Your heart will find a single reason to live. Follow your heart. Believe in it, the same way it believed in you when you smiled. That is where your heart wins, bringing you back to the world you forgot. 

The greatest strength to back you up when you go down can never be found outside.      Because, it lies right inside you somewhere. 

It will lead you to the right direction.

To your destination.

To what you love.

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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