Probably God didnt know what a recipe of disaster he was inventing when he decided to give human's feelings! Why did He have to add them to our being in the first place?? I see no reason behind we humans needing feelings to survive. We could have done much better without it, thankyou very much!

No doubt having feelings means u can feel happy, excited, overjoyed etc when situations arise. However, when these same feelings make you feel sad, hurt, betrayed, not loved... you tend to go out of control. In such situations the feelings of melancholy outweigh the good feelings. The result is pathetic.

I have stopped crying these days. There are a host of reasons behind it. Firstly, I have shed alot of tears over last few years. I dont like to see myself crying like a feeble, helpless person. Secondly, nobody, not even the people for whom I waste those tears seem to bother about me shedding those priceless pearls. Thirdly, I believe what Akash Gautam says. Happy people are more successful. I want to be successful n it will help if I try n keep myself happy.

Together with so many people around, this life seems to move on at a steady pace. But it doesnt seem to care about anyone, it simply moves on. Man is a strange animal, always looks for company. Always wants to peep into the lives of others, always wishes to see a smile for himself on someone else's face! Well, whats the basis of such wishes? Why cant he just mind his own business n get on with his life? If your life doesnt wait for you or others, then why do u?

Why were we all given a family? Why did God give us a father, a mother, a sister or a brother? He gave us these relationships to prepare us for the larger family, that consists of innumerable people with who we are all destined to brush our shoulders as we move along. But then why separation? Why is there a "Goodbye" after every meeting?? Well, maybe to make place for others in our lives. Separation is the biggest truth of life. Be it your frens or your family, separation will come someday. We all need to be prepared for it.

What about those who lose their family n loved ones forever? what do you have to say about them? Well, I have no answer to this question. However one thing that I have realised in my days so far is that Life is a gruelling duel, where both the opponents are better than the other. Its an interview where the interviewer is a strict stoned faced man, where you have no idea whether your answers are pleasing the interviewer or infuriating him, where you get more nervous with each question asked! It offers you sweets at some points in time, n gives you that cold stare at others.

At the end of the day, its about being optimistic and enthusiastic. If Life takes over you like the Big Boss, you need to stand up to it with gallantry.

R e f l e c t i o n s....

I don't know what the river wants to say,
when sunlight hits the water, it spreads its ray...

I don't know why the birds soar so high,
when I look at them I cannot but heave a sigh...

I don't know why the flowers bloom,
when evening decends, they end their day in gloom...

I don't know why I think, without giving my eyes a chance to even blink,
when i suddenly wake up... lost... empty... and hollow, unable to even think...

It had been a long day. The sun was out with its full might as beads of perspiration gradually lined Heera's forehead. All the seats in the bus were occupied. Thankfully she managed to find a place to stand comfortably in the otherwise crowded bus.
It had been 15 years since she had deposited Rs 5000 in the State Bank. Her husband, Raman was a wise man. He used to keep advising her to save money, that in time of need it was one's savings that helped. It was the result of several such doses of wisdom that Heera had decided to save rupees two thousand and put them into the bank as fixed deposit. The bank officials had then assured her a return triple of the original amount deposited.
After Raman's sudden demise last year, life had started to take its toll on Heera. She had no money to pay her only son's college fee. Repeated pleadings to relatives for help fell on deaf ears. She had not felt so helpless ever before. All hopes had faded. Her world was about to come crumbling down on her when a letter from State Bank reached her. Those 5000Rs had now tripled as the bank officials had said. The letter asked her to collect the sum at the earliest. A much stressed and worried Heera finally felt relieved. Help had come, finally. Raman had been right, in the time of need it was ones savings that helped.
So today she was returning home from the bank. The money would be sufficient to pay her son's college fee. Standing in the bus, she remembered her husband and his words, when suddenly she felt a tug at her saree. She turned to look into a pair of bespectecled, intent eyes . "Whats your name?", the women beside her was asking. "Why do you want to know?", asked a bewildered Heera. "I am Lata", said the women. "Lata!" cried Heera and her memory transported her to a period 25 years ago.

They used to be neighbours at Ganesh Talkies. It was a dilapidated two-storeyed building. Lata and Heera's families were the only ones sharing the building, Lata's family on the first and Heera's on the second floor. Each day they would have a racing competition, race starting from the terrace and ending at the huge blue-coloured gate of a factory beside their house. Lata's mother would keep yelling at them, on top of her voice, asking them to study and stop playing but it all fell ears. (...to be contd)

M e m o r i e s. . .

                                           

They sweep down my mind, they stirr up my spirits,

They leave me thirsty for the past...

Memories  float in, parallel to the future's creep,

They transcend me into the good old days...

How I miss those heart-warming moments,

The actual feelings I can'st not speak...

My friends, my loved ones all seem to have been left behind,

At steady pace life moves on...

Determined to cross new milestones,
Memories of them is all that I take along...

"Perhaps this is life..", I keep telling myself,"I need to move on.."
But strange, isn't it? how quickly time fleets along!

The poetess' own...

Lost in a summer's dream, happy children passing by...

I walked down that avenue, like the cheerful bird that flew past high.

Reflecting on the song of life, nature seemed to be dancing with me...

Joyous and mirthful was the tune it played, making even my shadow leap around in glee.

Full of life seemed the day that summer..

All around the wind blew,  thrilling me with its mysterious murmur.

The person within me was healed and healthy,

Life was moving on..with happiness world was wealthy.

A friend I had, the joy I wanted...but  journey was long that day,

 I did move on...unphased yet sceptical of the road ahead which lay.



Socially online!

Whats wrong with people? there seems to be no relevance of the word "private" these days. You go on a holiday and post your pics for the world to see. You go shopping and you post your pics for the world to see. I have even seen people sharing pics of them cleaning themselves inside a bathroom! i mean what the heck?? Have we got nothing else more worthwhile to do than to display ourselves posing inside our bedrooms?? Not just this, people are going around commenting freely on whats supposed to be your "private" moments with your family or ur friends, for that matter. Privacy of homes is getting encroached upon. Its like living on the streets where everybody can peek in n see what you are upto. Wherever i go, i find people smiling n laughing not at each other but at the camera! these pics are then very enthusiastically posted on facebook.  All and sundry, knowns and unknowns, neigbours and frens and almost everybody else even remotely connected to u then turn up to chirp how cool or uncool u looked!
 I had once been to a restuarant where three guys beside my table were eating and boozing. I noticed that at regular intervals each of them was clicking pictures of the other. With wine glass in one hand and kebabs in the other, they posed to their best. Just then one of them exclaimed- "wah! kya mast pic aayi h...facebook pe upload karna yaar!". The other joined in with- "haan ghar pahuchte hi saare pics upload kardunga!".
 Another thing that really irked me today was that i found myself tagged in a picture of a group of guys, among whom not a single one was known to me! Baffled and bewildered, I realised how my identity was not in my hands. Anybody could use or misuse it the way they wanted.
Incidents such as these have become an everyday affair for me. However the big question staring us is that have our lives reduced to this?? Our world have reduced to the confines of a 14inches screen or rather we have started viewing the world through it! Flowers have become more pleasing on an LCD screen rather than the sight of them blooming in the garden. The sun sets everyday but we never bother to take a moment and witness the marvellous spectra of nature but when a friend shares a pic of the setting sun, we never forget to type a comment on it no matter how busy we are. This is an age where inspite of having the time to go out and "look where squirrels hide their nuts in grass", we chose to stay indoors and see how our friend's friend's neigbour's dog's birthday party went!!