When nothing seems to go right and every step is like a step towards the dead end of a dungeon, when the heart feels down and sees darkness through the path till corners, when life seems a lost game of chess, pause for a while, think and leave the moment in the lap of destiny for sometime.
The pause shall bring a new perspective , the chaos inside the mind and heart will reckon a new solitude that will pave the path of your destination.
Sometimes best things happen only after worst have visited.
Without being a loser or accepting the defeat of playing the new game of adventure, what is required to sustain and bounce back is hope and faith of crossing the turbulent ocean with oar of wisdom.
Yes! Impatience flickers our mind, courage gets dimmer, motivation takes a backseat ,yet look around ,you will definitely find a new inspiration.
A new sense and feeling of starting again and walking on the road not taken!
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Last summer it hadn’t been that difficult, even though the weather cycle has shifted and now seasons no longer arrive on time. Obviously seasons hardly proclaim their arrival,it’s the nature which speaks on the behalf of its beloved.
The frost covered ivy leaves and the white sheet of luminous pearls on vast expanse announces the winter days. Even though the chilled breeze cuts through the veins , its tingling sensation brings pleasure.
Aman never noticed how seasons change . Oh! but neither he noticed any change in Ria.
So what? Thought she! She couldn’t possibly make all the efforts and take the stress of not being closer to him. She got attention from the rest of the world, so did she really cared for this?
Somewhere inside,she did. It wasn’t that easy to let life slip off so easily from her hands.Yet she couldn’t force or change anything. “What was wrong in me”? often Ria thought.Even though they were classmates and sat next to each other, he seldom glanced on her. They hardly spoke to one another and when in a group, he usually avoided talking to her.
This irritated Ria more and she tried to find out the real reason behind the coldness.
That evening was a memorable one when graduation day neared and juniors had planned for a farewell party. Winter had arrived, unnoticed.
It was snowy all around and the valley was lit with intermittent fireplaces at many places. The fir trees had on their tips the whiteness of love.
Yet love was missing in the hearts and was frozen.
In a white satin dress which kissed her toes ,Ria had let her hair loose.The tresses followed her till her waist and swayed gently as she moved. The red rose tucked in her hair near the ears was smiling vibrantly at every onlooker. As she entered the hall where the party was at its peak, eyes followed her everywhere,but her eyes searched for someone else.
She couldn’t see Aman anywhere and got desperate. For hours she waited ,yet he was nowhere to be seen. Her heart sank and she at last realized, he had never loved her. It was her misunderstanding or her premature thoughts which made her feel that someday he would confess.
Last year when the college students went for trekking camp, things were different. Aman was still aloof even though around,but she had discovered his stolen glances on her. Out of any pretext, he had tried to touch her several times and her eyes blushed. That fateful night while the camp was asleep, in the mid of night, she heard a rustle nearby. Apprehending it to be an animal, she was going to scream when a palm slid onto her mouth.She gasped.
“ Shh. Do not speak” , signaled the shadow.
She could feel his warm fingers over her neck and around her lips. It was a moment that melted her for ages.
“What is it?” the trainer shouted from outside.
“Who’s there?”
“Nothing Sir”, replied Ria.She was confused over the appearance of a stranger in her tent at this hour of night,but something resisted her to speak about it in front of everyone.
Today it was the last day of college and she would be leaving this place forever,how could Aman not be here? Her sixth sense had deceived her. Aman had never loved her.
She left the celebration hall quickly and started walking through the thick layer of snow. Her feet were getting numb and the cold had frozen her fingers. Her eyes cried in sadness over the indifference and tears rolled down.
Within few minutes , she became unconscious and fell down.
Hours later , when she opened her eyes, Ria was confused to find herself in a new place. Her head was still reeling and she was wrapped inside a thick fur blanket. The wooden walls were strangers and the only lamp hung on the corner of the room was lighting the cosy place.
“Where am I?”
Suddenly she saw a silhouette coming near. In awe, she became speechless.
The silhouette sat near her and directed her hair-locks from her face behind her ears.The caress of the touch was warm and the same. She had known this touch very vividly. Her heart pounded faster as the shadow bent and pressed on her lips.For a moment , he withdrew, but Ria realized.
It was love which had been relived by the touch. She whispered in his ears, “#Bring back the touch.Give me back my love”.
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Cost of being a human is pretty higher these days.The identity of a human‘s existence is categorized by his country, religion, his not so known caste and the known gender and lastly by his name.Every such nomenclature brings a tag along with it.The tag has its own positive and negative effects depending on the place where it is being used.
Centuries later since the Stone Age had started; we all are again lost in the crisis of identity and existence.Being a speck in this world, our nonexistent identity tries to reach atop through several means. Such efforts right or wrong are not considered, when the result is achieved.In the process, we tend to forget that we are offspring’s of mankind and not species of any animal kingdom.
As during this desperateness of being known or getting attention, we follow a path which takes us in a complete different direction.
Like the youngsters and the religious fanatics drive themselves to the edge of extremism to flaunt their views and try to enforce those on the rest of the world. While doing this, they tend to forget that extremism in any case has never been beneficial and has led to conflicts, killings, wars.
How can a race so called as human allow such gruesome incidents under the name of religion?Being human is a somewhere lost in today’s world, where we have lost the essence of kindness and humanity.
The First World is busy in reestablishing its position and trying to recover from the slumping economy, whereas the Second one is getting over the glitches of slow progress and finding new ways to get through . The assumed Third world has never existed in the picture of the global map, unless some calamity or unrest is heard of in these countries and the rest of the world flocks in to show sympathy by aiding these.
But never have humans tried to lend a hand to the weaker, poorer, unstable sections of mankind or nations, it has always been dominated by the powerful and the hypocrites section of the society.
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To live and survive in this kind of world, the lone human has lost his identity and is now known by the tags he has been born with. His nature, character, disposition remains irrelevant and so to overcome and get noticed, he has shed the skin of being human.
He now dons an animal skin and slowly getting into the instincts of those creatures, forgetting the characteristics of humanity.
The imbalance whether ecological, financial, economic or of progress always has been a threat to the mankind.
Cutting off these edges from the society and trying to make it even, shall reinstate the humaneness in being human.
What do we mean by choosing a life ahead? Is it really the career that we choose makes our life or paves our path?
WE all have umpteen options when we graduate from high school and then the burden of choosing a basic branch of academics hangs on us ,which is supposed to create or form our career!
If you are a student, parent, friend, child, every one passes through this stage of life.
Each one of us has a different perspective when it comes to choosing A parent or a child will think differently depending on their own experience or interest. What is indeed necessary is the passion that allows or persuades you to choose that particular line or career.
A job without any love or passion for that kind of work will result in unenthusiastic persons, not so efficient employees with lesser performance at work due to increasing tension and stress due to loss of interest and likeness for that particular job.
Any work when done with a zeal or enthusiasm will always bring better outcome . So when it comes to choosing careers , we need to be most alert and open to all kinds and proceed with a line which is of greater interest and for which are ready to work relentlessly with full sincerity.
Next time , when a student thinks of choosing a career, think twice…
Listen to your heart… follow your dreams to fly high.
You will never repent or need to change your path in life ever because of choosing a wrong career.
Every moment in our life we observe and learn to evolve more and more, the moment we cease to learn, we stop growing and living. A person whether a millionaire or a pauper, a farmer or an intellectual has something to offer , which can be learnt .
Even a small child teaches us the way of living life with an innocent smile. We often tend to assume that after a certain age or after attaining higher education, we have become intellectuals and perfectionists,whereas the process of learning is never ending.
No one is perfect in this world and the strive to become one is the way of living life.
A poor peasant has something in his nature which we all should inculcate, the endurance and patience in which he works for the whole day in scorching heat and excess rains throughout the year,without failing and losing hope, is something which people of this generation and many of us havent’t experienced or ever tried to learn. His will to continuously struggle inspite of the unseen havocs of nature is firm and he remains determined.
Where are these virtues to be seen in individuals today? No school or university or any centre of education will make you realize such small yet important factors and values of life. It’s the life which teaches.
Always keep your eyes open to the surroundings and observe.
She who makes your family, she who rears you since childhood has every right to get connected to the strings of learning.When every household thinks alike as such and tries to introduce the basics of learning internet to the women of the house, knowledge shall spread and countries will prosper.
Barring her the freedom of choice and her right to learn , we can see many nations fallen to their fallacies in the grits of poverty and misery.
A painter exclaims, “Wow! What an amazing contrast of colors in life”.
A scientist deduces,” This is the basic fundamental of aerodynamics and fluid mechanics. We should learn all the pros and cons from this bird’s flight, before designing a better aircraft.”
A poet wonders, “What a beauty, the scene depicts, the bird soaring amidst clouds trying to reach the peak.”
A woman sings, “Oh! How I wish I could fly as high as the bird with my wings spread by, without any destination.”
A politician screams, “Ah! That silly bird, how far does it think it can fly. It doesn’t know me, what can I do to the blue sky.”
A prisoner laments, “Hope I get to see the clouds moving and can fly freely as this bird under the open sky.”
A hunter whispers, “O! an easy prey for me today. Wait until I catch you, there’s a net ahead to trap you.”
A follower of spiritual path, “O! How great is my Lord! He who can color the sky azure and make the tiny bird fly.” It’s his creation, how blessed I am to witness his grace before I die.”
A child gazes at the beautiful bird flying above in the clouds and smiles with innocence. It neither thinks nor analyzes but instead enjoys the moment of happiness.
So what is your perspective when you look at things?
Man or Woman ,everyone has an equal right to live in this world. The killings of the unborn child after knowing the gender to be female is a heinous act of inhumanity. Foeticide or infanticide is a serious problem with our society,specially in India,where women or girls are considered less and a burden on the family.
Change the attitude and the thought process ,the kind which shall lead our country to an abyss.
Every human has a right to live and breathe!
Read the article on the unborn girl child which was on Worldpulse.
Last year during autumn, when the trees over the nearby hills wore a deserted look, life too went through the dried landscape of certain situations.
Rishi had lost his job due to the adamant nature of being straightforward and true. He stood by the line of truth always and got into a mess everytime.This time it was nothing different.
Manisha confronted him ,”Why do you need to poke your nose in every matter and that too of others. “?
Who are they and for whom you invite troubles ,so often?
“But Manisha, it was really needed .You know ,that.The boss was lying .”
He cannot be just unscrupulous and let things go away so easily.
“I could not see the condition of the poor assistant.”
Manisha grumbled, “ You spoke up ,Satyavadi Harishchandra and lost the job.Guess,you ever learn to handle the social ways of living a normal life.”
“ I cannot,this is my way of living”. I cannot be blind to everything around me.
“Then we part, if you remain such , Rishi. I worry about my career and goals. I cannot risk everything like you do for others.”
As you wish, but take care of yourself in the never-ending rat race.sighed Rishi.
His watery eyes bid Manisha a warm farewell ,but she was too busy attending a business call to even look back.
The next morning had a terrible news in the headlines of the newspaper. His hands trembled and he ran out. Hurriedly, Rishi reached the premises of the City hospital and managed to locate her.
As he entered the ICU of the hospital, he found Manisha lying on the bed helpless .She was breathing her last.
The scoundrel had yet another prey to his hunting. Culprits like Mr. Shah can never amend their thoughts or actions.
Had Manisha listened to Rishi for leaving the job ,she would have not been here such. Had she realized what his assistant Vidya went through while ,Mr.Shah exploited her,Manisha could have saved herself?
Rishi sat next to her, holding her hands and said, “ I had complained against him and had lodged an FIR then ,but you saved this wolf under the human skin by giving a false statement. Wish you could ever trust my truth and the power of being true?”
Her beats stopped ,but before leaving ,she had listened to Rishi’s words. She had left a written statement with the local police about Mr. Shah’s act. He was arrested and the fast track court ordered him life time imprisonment.
It was a lesson to be learnt, for everyone.
For the wolves that they will never get spared, for the innocents that they need to voice strongly and for the onlookers , “You could be the next victim.”
Diary of a mind 