You are a Loser...Hence Proved!!

Yes!!! Oh yes. Yes you are. Yes you are a loser. Why? Because you're reading this one. You are a f****** s*** of **** *** who is sitting with a pale blank face in front of the white screen of your computer, with no ideas whatsoever in your 1BHK sized brain which is always too occupied of assuming situations which will not take place in a zillion years or even after that. You think you can do better than this. Yes you think once you rise to your full potential everything what you stand for and firmly believe in will gradually fall into places and your life will be as good as it can be...But Wait!!! Your Life is not perfect. Not by any chance. Only thing that rises in your life is when you get up from your bed at sunrise or maybe at 11 am for some people I might know. You will never ever rise up to your full potential. You will always be a complete failure whom will be citied as an perfect demonstration of self destruction out of their own whim. In short...You are NOTHING.

Does not it feel amazingly stupid and worthless to see people around you get the taste of success, explore new paths that you would have loved to get a taste of that in your life too. You wonder what's wrong with yourself. You sulk. You sulk to the point that you end up again at the coziness of your blankets , actually being ended up doing nothing. As Usual. #You are a Loser. Hence Proved.

There are authors in market who talk about big things and how to achieve them and then there are those social networking posts on Life, Career, Sufferings and from whom we may care to find, some Drug Addict, Some Psyched personas and some living puzzles for whom society has failed on repetitively to get them back into normal course of life. Maybe these same sane words have been taught and re taught to us several times while we were kids by our parents but who cares!! Facebook posts always appeal to us more than our parents it seems. #You are a Loser. Hence Proved.

Well, the truth is that I am just like one of you. And I will continue to be like that. I will always continue to be that ignorant boy on the class who always fail to answer because he simply doesn't have a clue about it. But someday I know I will. Because I am learning while I fail and I will keep on doing so until Learning is the only thing that I care about and not about how bad it feels to be a failure. And then what you have to do is just come back to me if I still exist then and say to me "U ****** U r wrong!! I have always been a WINNER..." .

Failure is only when you Accept it. If you don't accept, its never a Failure. It will never be.

 

Being Woman

There is a difference. There is a sharp line of demarcation between a woman and a girl. And to say it in a line is a girl lives for herself, a woman live for others.  And the step that marks the beginning of a joruney of girl from being just a girl to a woman is her marriage.

Just a thought, can we boys for even a single time can think of leaving our own house, our identity, changing our name. It's like when a girl goes to marry someone, she leaves behind her all relations which she treasured since her birth and now all of a sudden she has to let it go . Why? Because she has to make some other relations. She has to change the priority list. Everything's changed. In Short, a New Life in a literal sense.

It's hard. Isn't it? Even if she is opting for a love marriage, how can she leave all her parent, brothers , her own home aside for the one she loves. Till date she has loved him only for what they are together, not at the cost of her own family relations, home and her surroundings.

It hurts. Not only to her. But also to those relations which she is leaving behind. It hurts to that extent that you will feel something is terribly wrong. That this whole point of marriage and going to others house is bullshit. But how could I have such a caring mother if she hadn't left her house after marriage.

That's Sacrifice. That is the first thing that makes a girl a complete woman. It's her sacrifice that makes her so strong that she will be successful in making new relations, in becoming a wife, in becoming someone's mother.

Some realizations. If you are a man , do respect a woman, Respect her for she has been up to all her life. Respect her because we can't have that strength to make such a sacrifice. And if she is a girl, love her and protect her so much so that no one including you can spoil her days. Because her days as a girl is limited as compared to that of a woman. Fill her days with so much happiness and strength that even if it hurts to let her go, you are so much sure that she will treasure these relations forever in her heart.

Just from a brother's point of view whose sister is going to get married soon.

Being Woman is Not That Easy.

GOD...For Me.

 There a basically 2 things if u see in life..the life itself and what u want ur life to be. The first glues to you and the latter leaves you every time reminding you that stick to the first because what has to come will eventually come and nothing can stop it from happening.  Not even God!!! So why do we trust in God? What is the necessity of God in our lives?

We need something to accept this mere fact that what has to come will come. We need something, maybe you call it a strength, wisdom, anything that u prefer, but for me that is God. He holds your hand tightly in times of storm to tell you that there is also a Sun he created for us. Now it's up to us to have our patience in him to see the Sun .

Live happily. Love freely. If you are hurt, get close to the ones who love you more than you do to yourself. Believe in Yourself. Believe in Goodness. That's God. Not just a statue, but a symbol of everyone's wishes and their guide to Peace.

For People.....Part 1

"Bhaiya Aap thoda Hindi Samajhte ho??" ....Generally I don't like to react much after the days work . On my weekdays way from my office to PG  i always dream of having a power nap during the walk. As I looked around to discover the source of the question , I saw a middle aged man with his wife and  little daughter looking pale and visibly tired while fighting with the cold winds of the December evening. As I nodded slowly, the man told me that he was a 'rang-mistri'. He had come a long way to the town in search for some work and food and now he had none at his disposal.  I just stepped a few steps back doubting his intention whether he would snatch my wallet or not and gave ten bucks to the man and literally darted off the footpaths as possible.
Some points to be noted:
The man told me he and his family had no food since the morning.
As for me I was just returning PG spending some quality time in KFC with my college gang. 
Although I gave them 10 bucks whereas on my way to home I could not even figure out what could I manage with ten bucks with 3 people at disposal. I really wish I could have given them a bit more.give Although my wallet had a good amount of cash at that time but I didn't.

So what is the Solution?
To give more to the family? If you suggest so then you must define 'more'. More is a term driven by needs and apart from basic needs , other needs can't be estimated properly enough. I may be / may not be a guy who gets a loaded payslip at the end of the month but that should no be taken into account in this case . Everyone must do their own bit. That is the aim.Still its an ideal statement. If you are a person with utmost good intentions at your heart may be u have also failed some time in delivering your bit . So alternatively and realistically this statement goes like that Even if others are not doing their part , that does not mean that you have the right to play down your part.  I am going to tell you why I gave ten bucks to that man . Firstly ....reason of why I could not give more is my selfish nature......that I admit. And why I gave because the moment I stared at his daughter's eyes I saw those eyes tired but not worried about what they were going to do at that night. Remember when you were small, you always believed that no matter what goes wrong your parents would be there to set it right for you. Well, I gave ten bucks so that the girl did not loose that belief at such tender age.

Maybe you call this a lecture from a stupid guy who pretend to be a smart in his blog, maybe you ignore my appeal for humanity but that night I felt all those questions on my head needed an answer not from me..from U...
Food for thought: U don't eat up your birthday cake alone, u just share it with your friends and families. 

           Value of life is in Sharing.

 

Covered Pages-I

I gasped for my fresh air as I entered the rooms. The rooms are dark and mystic. Down as I strolled past through the deserted corridors they keep their vacant looks fixed upon me. They are also wondering what a visitor is doing at this time in night.

I have a feeling I had been here before. The  strong sense within me grew strong as I hit the long porch in the midway. The moonlight beamed through the glass panes to reflect my surroundings. But my surroundings are changing constantly. I realized I am in a dream.

 I remember when i was a child I always looked upon my Baba as a friend rather than a strict parent. So when I was with Baba I always tried to act mature to show him that I am becoming responsible. He was a relief to be around. Like someone' there when you are not feeling good ucan always tell your heart out and leave all your worries with him. I realized today Baba is not talking.He never talks with me when he comes into my dream. My surroundings are once again changing.

Alarm Clock ringing at 7:30. Here I am, up in the morning preparing for office. U must be wondering what are these dreams for. First One ...Loneliness..missing my friends like anything, like I need to talk carefree with someone. Still I meet Sou and other pals. They are all good but maximum are technical discussions/career related discussions. Sometimes I really feel I need some more breath. My life has taken a sudden outright turn before I have ever anticipated. And for the 2nd dream I wish I could have cried a bit more during my father's death. Like u will console me that it happens ..Ya i know...when he died i cried because i could not accept the fact tht he died. But from then I became mature. I became more responsible. I took my own decisions, learn t my way to fight.But nowdays I feel tired. I wish I can refer to someone when I am in trouble and put my trust on him with a faith that this man will do everything to keep the sorrow aloof from me. Now I miss father for that. And a confession. Its paining inside the heart badly while I am writing this. [n.b: when u put ur heart out it pains..it the sign u r doing it really]The highly contrast situation in my current situation is my room mate in sync with his gf nagging and continiously freaking me out. I know it sounds weird but sometimes I do wonder if I have really grown up or not.

12:26 at night and may be when i will hit bed the time will tick past 12:30. I will be better off now. I don't know when will I publish it or whether will I publish it anyday. There is a quote "Some questions are better not to be answered" or may be it is designed so to protect the coward bloggers like me.

If it's U ....Thn Only....

This is not a love story. Rather you can say an analysis of the world of love from my point of view. Maybe there in my analysis of love is embedded some truths that i have kept hidden from myself for all those years. Then why i am letting it out now? I can't reach out to her. I can't even spell it. Then write it down. I know thw "Pen is Mightier than Swords " only in those futile words still its only those futility of words that engulf me now not in any hope but in their own world of loneliness where i speak to hear myself so that i can relish the viability of my feelings.

A boy meets up a girl to fall in love. Then why do i am twisting it up through these dark words. Yes , dark words for sure.  When a simple love story, a feeling so natural yet beautiful is hassled and chained down by so much complicated words they they must be rightfully tagged as "dark". It;s dark. Even better, its complicated. May be the boy knows it all inside...May be he's been for 1st time in true love with the girl. But he is not sure about a lot of things. The most common query " Does she love me? " Or " Do i stand any chance? " May be the boy also values the frend what she has been in all those years and values it so much that he risks losing the frend. Maybe she deserves someone better.....

Logical doubts i agree. Some cheesy guy around the corner of a street will tell you "Listen to your heart yaar...dimag ko choro.."  Technically the guy who does not act according to his brain we tag him as being "mental". So the choice is yours whether u love reasonably or love "madly" .

This post is not meant to draw any conclusion. Better i tell you its not a post. Its me. In this case the author is also searching paths in these mazes. Maybe sometimes the author seeks the solution from its readers. This time i face "My Mirror".;-)

"And They Lived Happily Ever After........"

This is THE POST. The post which i am waiting to write for so long. This is my first ever venture into the sagas of queen and knights. In short today i present you with my version of LOVE STORY.....

But why a love story? The reason is simple enough. Love it or hate it..u will read it. Simply u can't ignore it. Neither me. That is the sole reason why after reading so many love stories i decided why not try a hand at it. Candid romantic yet simple tales are quite missing now a days . Most of the 90 rupees books can bore you to death. They come up with the most intelligent titles [" the 1st kiss in the rain" and blah blah ] with most rotten stories. I don't blame the authors also because most of them are ex IITians  or passed from an reputed B School. If you are an ex IITian and now you want to earn your living by writing those stories then its quite evident on how much booze or grass u have inhaled in your grad years.

CONTROL!!!!!!!!.... I am not gonna pester on them for now. Right now i am going to write a love story. A love story where the boy meets her girl...birds chirp....background music coming from somewhere [ may be from music director's room...never mind] and where the end is for good and they lived happily ever after. Yes..I know u can feel it now. Because we all are inherently romantic. It is the same reason why any boy before texting a girl or saying " hi" thinks twice and any girl thinks thrice before replying appropriately.

Ok ..enough side talks. Let me start from the very start. There is a boy named Tom. There is a girl named Jerrey.. Someday they meet and instantly fell in love. Love blossomed and they decided that they should live together. Now living together do mean a lot of things. It requires accepting each other...understanding each other..not only good things but also bad things. Yes u can feel i am being preachy..like I am pretending to be the Love Guru...I am not a Love Guru but I do consider myself an expert in judging these matters right. For the record I consider u too of having the same expertise. After hearing, gossiping and visualizing a lot of your friend's love stories and the love birds here and there if you still pretend to be the immature fellow with an innocent look in his face then get a life. We all know everything. There nothing to be modest.about.

Hold on. Since you know everything now i am going to ask u about the thought that kicked me to write this piece.... "Can "they" live happily ever after ? " Here goes my answer. They simply can't. People in love will frown "WHY???" Because they are"THEY".  U can live happily. I can. But "They" can't and definitely not when we are considering the huge and vast domain of "EVER AFTER".

WHAT THE HELL??? I am supposed to write a love story. And just as every writer before commencing their act thinks of creating a masterpiece..i too thought of creating a Love Saga where there would be true LOVE....where my Tom would create something to be honored as the 9th Wonder of the World. or where my Jerrey would cry for Tom just as Madhubala did in Mughle Azam. Forget the classics..mine is far worse than love stories of Dino Morea or Bobby Deol [ atleast they have hot heroines and item dances in those films] . Ok . Finally here it is. My dashing hero Tom fell in love with beautiful Jerry and they lived.................    Nah never mind  ;-)

N.B: DON'T READ THIS...U CAN GET CONFUSED !!!