Many a times we don't even realize how much people do for us. We get to know only after it's consequences, the results for our better. At every stage of our life, there exists someone who constantly remain with us, stand with us through the ups and downs and morally provide us that support which we tend to think that it was there from the very beginning. But we forget or say don't realize that if they weren't there then, life all together would have been totally different. The person can be any, be it our parents, sibling, lover, friend, teacher, guru or even an acquaintance. The feeling we acknowledge of that someone going out of the way to do something for us is one of the rarest and the most precious which one could feel in his lifetime. The relationships built on the foundation of expectation usually end up to faith. That faith is what makes that someone support us throughout.
And then there are times when we don't even get to know what a person did to us. We get to know only after it's consequences, the results for our bad. The scenario stands just the opposite to what the person did for our good. We don't apprehend what effect this all could make to our life. Be it a direct effect or an indirect. Our behavior with one is certainly effected because of our good or bad experience with another. Every thing has a consequence in this world. It is because everything happens for a reason. Bad happens because we tend to loose faith in having faith.
If we come across a difficult person, it is because he has been sent to teach us patience and acceptance. If we come across person who teaches us to fall in love, care, support it is because he has been sent to make us feel a complete human being. I believe, without love a person is never complete. A person who has never fallen in love or either has never been loved by someone, he is incomplete. An incomplete Soul. The super power above there, the God, has definitely sent our soul mates down here. Its just that few reach to them and others compromise. We must have faith in our choice and we'll succeed.
Every action of ours either benefits us or brings us no joy. We all come across such stage in life where we react in an unexpected manner. Be it just to withdraw our self from the crowd or to be the light of the crowd. Or may be even because things don't turn up the way we want. This is where we fall. This is where we start to loose hope. This is where we are being tested by God. One needs to be calm, be intelligently subtle and just have faith in oneself to succeed all odds.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
The Wait for my Love goes on....
Wishes are endless. So are our needs and aspirations. I had no idea what i wanted to become except for being a Painter. For one thing i had always dreamt or say aspired for was to paint, my whole life. Where ever i went outside my home i used to always (always means always) carry this small sized Lotus drawing book, a natraj pencil and an natraj eraser. And then when ever i was at home the only thing i used to do is sketch and paint. Mum tells, when i was 2 and 3 years old,i used to scribble with the much loved wax and oil crayons all day long. She says that it wasn't a favourite past time for me but instead it use to look as if it was my profession.
I do not remember studying and mugging up but i very well remember attending my painting classes and drawing the whole day, specially the whole of Sundays. I am talking about when i was in the age group of 4-14. I scribbled, drew and painted all day. I had no clue if there was any other work to do in this world! I lived in my own painted world. Many a times i would even forget that i had being badly feeling hungry for hours and my mum had been calling me for lunch.
I still can recall many glimpses of my childhood. I remember when i was 4, going with my father to his office and sitting besides him, drawing the all the time, while his clients discussing something relating digits and accounts across the same table.
And then i can recall this family vacation trip to Himachal and i trying drawing something. I was 8 then. I was very fascinated with the hills, mountains and the greenery i could witness on our way in the car. I remember wanting to draw the scenery exactly what was seen through the window. But the moment i drew a line that scenery vanished and another different scene would came. But then that was but obvious. Not for a 8 year old though.
And then i remember a summery sunny Sunday, sitting in my study room with the lovely cold air of the cooler on my face and drawing colourful cartoon characters, the Lauren and Hardy and the Richie rich. The best thing was that i had drawn, painted and made a cut out and stuck them on a cardboard with small magnets at its back. I placed them on the fridge. They was very much appreciated by everyone at home. That feeling of being acknowledged is still very much fresh in me. It makes me feel proud of myself.
I took my skills a little further and started to glass paint. I wished to make hundreds of painting and sell. Have an exhibition. Though i gifted many.
Things, at times, don't work the way we want or actually i must say we at times don't know how to make them work! The serious academics came in and my love for painting, drawing, sketching all diminished. Inside i always craved to leave everything and get back to my love.
And then the time came to decide what i wanted to do in my life. The very known and infuriating question for every teenager. What they wanted to be? I wanted to be a painter. Do nothing but Paint. I had decided, or may be not.
Years later, I again arose and decided to paint. I have now started to do what i always wanted to. Canvas !! Paint on the canvas. A painter's better-half.
Today, i am a happily content and enthusiastic Law student who still wishes to leave everything for its Love.
I do not remember studying and mugging up but i very well remember attending my painting classes and drawing the whole day, specially the whole of Sundays. I am talking about when i was in the age group of 4-14. I scribbled, drew and painted all day. I had no clue if there was any other work to do in this world! I lived in my own painted world. Many a times i would even forget that i had being badly feeling hungry for hours and my mum had been calling me for lunch.
I still can recall many glimpses of my childhood. I remember when i was 4, going with my father to his office and sitting besides him, drawing the all the time, while his clients discussing something relating digits and accounts across the same table.
And then i can recall this family vacation trip to Himachal and i trying drawing something. I was 8 then. I was very fascinated with the hills, mountains and the greenery i could witness on our way in the car. I remember wanting to draw the scenery exactly what was seen through the window. But the moment i drew a line that scenery vanished and another different scene would came. But then that was but obvious. Not for a 8 year old though.
And then i remember a summery sunny Sunday, sitting in my study room with the lovely cold air of the cooler on my face and drawing colourful cartoon characters, the Lauren and Hardy and the Richie rich. The best thing was that i had drawn, painted and made a cut out and stuck them on a cardboard with small magnets at its back. I placed them on the fridge. They was very much appreciated by everyone at home. That feeling of being acknowledged is still very much fresh in me. It makes me feel proud of myself.
I took my skills a little further and started to glass paint. I wished to make hundreds of painting and sell. Have an exhibition. Though i gifted many.
Things, at times, don't work the way we want or actually i must say we at times don't know how to make them work! The serious academics came in and my love for painting, drawing, sketching all diminished. Inside i always craved to leave everything and get back to my love.
And then the time came to decide what i wanted to do in my life. The very known and infuriating question for every teenager. What they wanted to be? I wanted to be a painter. Do nothing but Paint. I had decided, or may be not.
Years later, I again arose and decided to paint. I have now started to do what i always wanted to. Canvas !! Paint on the canvas. A painter's better-half.
Today, i am a happily content and enthusiastic Law student who still wishes to leave everything for its Love.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Its doesn't matter whos Wrong or Right.
We often come across various instances in our lives where we get numb. Have nothing to say. Absolutely dumbstruck. And then we have certain people where we can talk to day and night, about all the things of the world. We can whisper to them about our secrets, gossip with them over the phone for say hours and hours non stop. Argue with them even knowing that you may be wrong, speak to them about our worries, concerns, pressures, pains, thoughts, aspirations, wishes and what not.
We can fight with them and end up abusing, shouting and also end up not talking to them for hours, days and even months. But then we have this feeling of "relying". Feeling and faith that whatsoever goes wrong we know things are gonna be alright and back to the pavilion.
That, so what if we aren't talking, that so what if we are missing the days of our lives of being with each other, that so what if we are under continuous pressure for not being in touch, the feeling of faith still persists and make us content. The feeling that has ought to be alive life long. Because after all there must have been some solid reason for holding up the relation, the click alive for so long even after the bitterness. Because after all... No matter how far wrong you’ve gone
You can always turn around....(P.S. Gil Scott-Heron's song I'm New Here)
We can fight with them and end up abusing, shouting and also end up not talking to them for hours, days and even months. But then we have this feeling of "relying". Feeling and faith that whatsoever goes wrong we know things are gonna be alright and back to the pavilion.
That, so what if we aren't talking, that so what if we are missing the days of our lives of being with each other, that so what if we are under continuous pressure for not being in touch, the feeling of faith still persists and make us content. The feeling that has ought to be alive life long. Because after all there must have been some solid reason for holding up the relation, the click alive for so long even after the bitterness. Because after all... No matter how far wrong you’ve gone
You can always turn around....(P.S. Gil Scott-Heron's song I'm New Here)
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Free Will
I sometimes feel, in fact ponder for the reason of my existence.
Why the super power made me a human? Why he gave me soul of a human? For what reasons am I here? What am I suppose to do here on this holy earth? The more the answers I get, double the number of questions my inner self creates.
Are we all really in need to live like humans? Humans with all the power to outsource our feelings.
Why is that people have become and are wanting to become day by day so called practical, Why cant they simply lead a life with Simplicity ? Why is there a need of being Pretentious? Why is that we all can't live without boundaries. Why just cant we all practice free will. Why cant we only have the good things enhancing love, peace, forgiveness, devotion.
Why is that we need to kill the beautiful feeling we humans are naturally gifted. Why cant we just do whatever we "really feel like" doing. Why cant we live in free willed world? Why is that a human has to behave in such a way he is expected to and not the way he whole heartedly feels like?
When he has been gifted with the power of feeling his surroundings then why does he have to pretend ? Why can't we be always straight forward, frank ?
Monday, July 26, 2010
I Don't understand the relevence of what I have posted !
Its almost 2 a.m and I am wondering whats keeping me awake so late. Is it that am now habitual of not sleeping before 2 a.m on any given day or is it that constantly there's something that is making me ponder. Actually, both. There have been zillions of things going on my mind but nothing to declare as a thought provoking action/idea. I have been lately worried about a lot many things. To start with.....Whether i would be ever able to transform all my thoughts, ideas, wishes and of-course fantasies into Actions ? To be honest, straight down my heart i get this feeling that i have always been a blessed, lucky girl. I would be able to do whatever i plan to. But then suddenly the question pops up. How ? When?
There have been so many instances where I really wanted to do something. Be it anything. From wanting to change the way the government works to the way a beggar begs....from the way people fight on the roads to the way people showoff.....from the way society behaves superstitiously to the way the thugs and dhongis make fool out people...from the way people without giving a thought cut down 100's of trees in a go to the way people plant tiny little plants and forget to water them. CHANGE is the word. The government, starting from the way the judiciary works, the way the legislations are drafted and then executed after months or even years to the way a poor begs for money! All require a Reform. An alteration. A change that changes the outlook of people, particularly the citizens of our country. By now, you must be wondering how and basically why should there be a change a beggar begs. The poverty in our country is in such a bad condition that unlike pre independence, a beggar doesn't anymore begs for himself alone.. they are made to beg.
The question is Why? Why has the government not provided life support to them? Why has it let a begging industry flourish? Why hasn't there been proper, reformed regulations for such a thing. I understand that no doubt its easy to point out fingers and raise numerous questions and voice on the government in power. But then thats where our (the youth !) role starts. We definitely have to raise our voices to waken our lazy sleeping government. Don't you think so ?
There have been so many instances where I really wanted to do something. Be it anything. From wanting to change the way the government works to the way a beggar begs....from the way people fight on the roads to the way people showoff.....from the way society behaves superstitiously to the way the thugs and dhongis make fool out people...from the way people without giving a thought cut down 100's of trees in a go to the way people plant tiny little plants and forget to water them. CHANGE is the word. The government, starting from the way the judiciary works, the way the legislations are drafted and then executed after months or even years to the way a poor begs for money! All require a Reform. An alteration. A change that changes the outlook of people, particularly the citizens of our country. By now, you must be wondering how and basically why should there be a change a beggar begs. The poverty in our country is in such a bad condition that unlike pre independence, a beggar doesn't anymore begs for himself alone.. they are made to beg.
The question is Why? Why has the government not provided life support to them? Why has it let a begging industry flourish? Why hasn't there been proper, reformed regulations for such a thing. I understand that no doubt its easy to point out fingers and raise numerous questions and voice on the government in power. But then thats where our (the youth !) role starts. We definitely have to raise our voices to waken our lazy sleeping government. Don't you think so ?
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