It's never too late to be what you might have been !!!...

It's never too late to be what you might have been !!!...  

The actions one takes to prepare oneself for the opportunity clearly signal the expectations that the opportunity will indeed arrive. Life is all about opportunities around: some might take time to recognize them, though all it needs is the hard work, dedication and passion which one needs to put in. And no matter how hard the situation might be; just give your best shot, and get a great deal back. One need not wait for the conditions to be perfect... Beginnings make the conditions perfect... Never become an optimist or pessimist... Just become a “Possibilist”...

Every person has an unsuccessful dream... The dream that never lets you sleep... The dream that is not yet fulfilled...and then the thought processes begin...

From my personal experience, something that dawned upon me was...

 "For a long time, it had seemed to me that life was about to begin - REAL LIFE!!! But there were always some obstacles in the way, something to be gotten through first; some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid .Then LIFE would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life!!! :) " 

Yes ... the most important thing in this world is accepting what has happened... Our dignity is not in what we do ...but what we understand ...n how well we bounce back gathering enough strength to again give it a try!!! It is greatest of all mistakes to do nothing ...because one can only do a little... One should do what one can... and indeed that will make a huge difference...

The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass ...it becomes mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself!!! ...attempt the impossible in order to improve your work ...Life is either a daring adventure or nothing. Security is mostly a superstition... It doesn't exist in nature..!!

What do we live for if not make life less difficult to each other?? ...this question should be asked by us to ourselves... And the answer lies here... One of the sanest, surest and the most generous joys of life come from being happy over the good fortunes of others... just think about it!!! There are no strangers... only friends we haven't met...

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out... how far one can go!!Believe with all your heart... that how you live your life makes a difference... Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it's the only thing that ever has...

It's never too late to be what you might have been!!!... The wisdom of life consists in the elimination of the non essentials... when you don't know what to do... get still...the answer will come!! Be crumbled... so wild flowers will come up where you are...you have been stony for too many years... try something different... SURRENDER!!! And welcome everything with open arms ...n make the best out of the opportunities one is bestowed with!!!

--Blessing in disguise

The little droplets of water

The little droplets of water.

Dripping down, very slowly
Without a force, just gravity
Mixing with the epiphora
Riding down from my head
Turning on the curves of my nose
Touching your lips as I twirl them.

And suddenly, I feel
Your finger on my cheeks
Trying to create a smile
A sensation of true feelings

And suddenly in a splash
The finger disappears
I open my eyes
I go and stand in the balcony
And see the little droplets of water
A drizzle out of nowhere.

The little droplets of water
Trying to say, "We're here."
"Cry as much as you want, we're here"
"To hide your sorrow, we're here."
"To make you smile again, we're here".
And I see I don't have tears.
But little droplets of Joy
Little droplets of Happiness

Little droplets of life...

And suddenly, I lose control again...
And suddenly, I missed you again...
--Jatin H K Sharma An Urge To Find Myself.

All I do is "believe that it can happen...." part 3

Bidding Life Adieu...

Today is one of those days when I sit to write something, and nothing really clicks. I know I'm not the best as far as writing is concerned, but I seriously feel like writing something.

Now that I've started writing, I want to share an experience with all of you. There was a time when I only used to write the happenings of the day. I like to go to these writings and notes and read them. Although I've read them many times, every time I read them, it refreshes the memories of the past. Mostly of the good past.

excerpts from my diary (12th Oct '09)

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Today I had a strange dream. In that dream, I was standing at the center of a stage, with something in my hands. As the stage and the people were new to me, I didn't understand why I was there. Then someone patted me on my back and said, "Congratulations!!!"
Still in dilemma, I asked this strange new person, "Please tell me for what reason. I guess I'm at a wrong place."
"That's the problem my friend, you've always been at the right places.", said the strange new person.
I saw someone climbing the stairs to the stage now. It was a girl, in a beautiful dress. She told me that I've influenced the lives of the people sitting in the chairs of this hall.
Now the situation was really getting out of hand!!! So many people here to thank me for something I did! This is new.
A saw the thing I was holding. It was a trophy. The caption on it was, "Thanks for always been there. Bidding life adieu."

"BIDDING LIFE ADIEU!!!"
I was life for these people? And are they saying good bye to their lives in saying good bye to me?
I suddenly started crying. I could not believe that I could've done anything so big for so many people, drive these people so crazy for me.

And I suddenly heard a familiar voice, "Wake up son!", and I snapped out of the dream with a shock and sever headache.
My mother was in my room, examining me. I had a fever. The temperature was beyond 103 degrees F, even on our faulty thermometer which seldom crossed normal temperature. It had been like this for the last few days.. Cause was still not identified. I felt like I was dying. I had to go to college for the much awaited event. But instead fortune took me to the hospital. Diagnosis reports said that I had Typhoid... What a crap!!!
...
~That day I thought that before dying I must do something that really influences people towards good. That my death be counted as an achievement and celebrated.

What I do know, is that Death is far far away from me, and she knows I love her twin sister, Life. And will continue to love and impress her. Although, Life still shows attitude, Death has a huge crush on me. All the more fun!!! Living with a belief.

--Jatin H K Sharma

All I do is "believe that it can happen...."

From Being Sad to Being Happier Than Ever

From Being Sad to Being Happier than ever
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Everyone knows how to love, I'm trying to learn the art of apathy. I hope I'll succeed someday. Far far away from it as of now.

I guess I care too much about my belongings. This breaks me into numerous pieces. All these times I've tried to gather all the pieces together, to re create the self.

But what I must know is that no matter how much you try to rejoin the broken pieces of the mirror, it won't show the same reflection. Every piece will show a different image - a different phase of life. The big pieces are of happiness, and the small pieces are of sadness. Its alright if we just keep the big pieces, its the small ones that deform the whole image.

So instead of trying to join the pieces, I break them further and further, till they become dust. Now I can bury them deep into the earth, and I buy a new mirror. A new image. A different me. I won't be the same, ever again. But instead I choose to sprinkle the dust on the bigger, happier pieces of the mirror. Now the image is not deformed, it rather glitters back, giving new meaning to live, a new smile on my face, and everyone's face.

So cheers friends, to the new image of our lives, where the sadness is not killed, but is used to increase the proportion of happiness.
...
~

-- Jatin H K Sharma An Urge To Find Myself.

Some people just "Disappear"

Some people just "Disappear". It's hard to find these people.

Every day I pray for a miracle. To be able to see these people. To learn their methods. Or at least come close to a camouflage.

But no. They are always one step ahead. They don't use camouflage. They are just talented enough to get dissolved in their own world. Other world people (like me) can't see them in plain light.

So I finally asked the creator, "How did you make these people?"

He said, "Look into the mirror, all the answers are there".

Since then, I've been doing so, without much success. But if the creator says so, so must I follow.

I am searching for one of these disappeared faces every day. And if my prayers are true, the face will find me before I do.

-- Jatin H K Sharma An Urge To Find Myself.

Jab dekha tumhe pehli bar...

Dheemi si chalne lagi saansein
Jab dekha tumhe pehli bar
Waqt jaise tham sa gaya
Jab dekha tumhe pehli bar

Mera dil jeet gaya
Chupchap kuchh keh gaya
Tumhara ye sunehra shringaar
Jab dekha tumhe pehli bar

-- Jatin H K Sharma

 

Bhul gaye!!!

Neend se hume aisa jagaya

Ki rato ko sona bhul gaye

Itna paraya kiya aasuon ne

Ki apne hi dard mein rona bhul gaye

Moujudgi hume apni mehsus karaakar

Kaha gum ho gaye hume mohobbat sikhakar

Itna paraya kar diya, itna dur chale gaye

Kal hi hum unki yado mein basa karte the

Aaj achanak wo hume guzre kal ki tarah bhul gaye

Dhundhte reh gaye unko

Hum gharane mein apne

Dil mein aisi jagah jaakar chhupe

Ki apne ghar ka hi pata bhul gaye

Waqt ne kiya chot par marham

Par aadat si hai is kambaqth dil ki

Jo itna waqt zaya kiya uski yaad par

Ki apne waqt ki qadr karna bhul gaye

-- Jatin Sharma

Gudiya se khelna chhor diya

Kal raat maine ek sapna dekha,

Sapne mein dekha ek pyara bachcha

Hatho mein uske thi ek gudiya

Bade pyar se use tha wo puchkaarta

Phir na jane usko kya hua,

Gudiya ko usne phek diya,

Kaha, "Bahut hua ye khel"

Jaane kis baat ka usko gussa tha

Phir door ek kone mein baitha

Wo tooti gudiya ko dekhta

Kya kiya kyun kiya

Yeh sochkar rone lagta

Bematlab ki baat ko lekar

Apne pyari gudiya ko bhul gaya

Itna hi jab wo pyari thi
Phir kyun tu usse door gaya

Kuchh yaad mujhe bhi aya tab

Jab main bhi chhota bachcha tha

Apne pyari gudiya ko bhi

Main yun hi sataya karta tha

Par gudiya pyari rooth gayi

Aur mujhko rota chhor gayi

Apne sath wo chhoti gudiya

Mera pyara bachpan loot gayi

Sapne se baahar aakar maine

Sach se nata jod liya

 Bas aaj ke din se maine

Gudiya se khelna chhor diya

Jatin H K Sharma

Dar Lagta Hai

Na koi kami hai tumme,
Na koi shikwa hai humko
Bas dil ki bat kehne se dar lagta hai
 
Shabd nahi hote kuch jazbat baya karne ko
Ki kahi fir se na ghir jau main gham bhari rato se
Tumse itna lagaav ho jane se dar lagta hai

ना कोई कमी है तुम में,
ना कोई शिकवा है हमको,
बस दिल की बात कहने से डर लगता है

शब्द नही होते कुछ जज़्बात बया करने को,
की कहीं फिर से न घिर जाऊं मैं गम भरी रातों से,
तुमसे इतना लगाव हो जाने से डर लगता है

-- Jatin H K Sharma

Way Better Than Yesterday

Way Better Than Yesterday!

Hope is what we must live with
It gives us the strength
To create a world of today
Way Better Than Yesterday...

It helps us to learn
It teaches us to grow
It makes ways
For us to live life
Way Better Than Yesterday...

It is hope that helps in finding the sacred content
In finding the right person, the one who will (with me) definitely stay
In Finding a way to be happy
Way Better Than Yesterday...

In believing that the dreams will come true
And we push ourselves one step ahead
One Force harder, with the hope
To create a self
Way Better Than Yesterday...

As I go to sleep, So I Hope, And So I Pray
That when I Wake Up Tomorrow, And Embrace The First Ray
I'll Definitely Have Reasons To Believe, That I'm
Way Better Than Yesterday...

-- Jatin H K Sharma

Sunehre Sapne...

Sunehre Sapney...

Nav hai, par so gaya hai navik,
Chhota sa suraakh dikha hai, uth raha hai pani
Dhundhte hue kinara, lagta hai doob jayenge
Dekhe the jo Sunehre Sapney, poore na kar payenge 

Hatho se sehlakar pani ko, kar rahe hain vandana
Ki kuch din aur dede jeene, tairak ban jayenge
Bhiga diya jo aaj, kal jalaakar rakh kar diye jayenge
Dekhe the jo Sunehre Sapney, poore na kar payenge

 

Hai kisi ko intezar humara, kisi ki aas judi hai humse
Waqt rehte unse, apne vaade, unke armaan nibhaenge
Agar nahi pahuch sake un tak aaj, to bewafa ban jayenge
Dekhe the jo Sunehre Sapney, poore na kar payenge

Samundar shaant hai, chhupa hai Suraj baadalo me
Badh raha hai andhera, ankhon wa jeevan mein
Roshni ki talaash mein, kahi gum ho jayenge
Dekhe the jo Sunehre Sapney, poore na kar payenge...

-- Jatin H K Sharma

Lessons and learnings!!!

This blog post is dedicated to a few topics that turn out to be lessons, the ones from which we may either choose to learn and move forward towards improving ourselves, or just ignore them and keep living the screwed up life cursing it every single moment. I would like to be as precise and short as possible. Some of these topics relate directly or indirectly to me, the others I've come across through the experiences of my friends. But expecting that you are a good reader, I would like to have your comments on this post, your own lessons if you may choose to share, your views on the experiences I am sharing herewith. So lets start:

2. Education: What do you think is the best education? How do we understand what is best for us? Since the beginning of the civilization, the children have been asked to follow on the footsteps of their parents, as they have showcased the best examples of how to take care of themselves and their family. They are right. But with times changing, the trend is tremendously shifting towards the interest of the child. It can be sports, music, arts, or any subject at school. What is the best way to encourage such types of talent? Is there a system for this?

3. Career: What is the best career? What are the parameters that define the best career for an individual? How do we know whether our current job is satisfactory, whether it matches our intellectual level, or if we just pursue it because we do not have other choices?

4. Relationship: What is the meaning of this word? Well, there was one person in this world who answered this question long time ago. Mr. Einstein. Then the factor that his own relationship was in jeopardy in his later part of life, was not something out of the books. Then who gives us the best definition of this word? How and when does a person understand or acquire the emotional behavior that is important for maintaining a relationship. I am talking relationship of any type. When does a child understand his responsibilities towards his parents? When does he realize that there are others who might feel so deeply for him, yet he may find difficult to grasp the concept? When does he realize how old he is, and how long he has left to embed a mark on his timeline?

5. Society: What is a society? Is it a set of rules employed on the set of people who live together so that all can sustain peacefully together? If this is so, why is it so difficult to implement in all parts of the world? Why are we sometimes suppressed in the name of the society? Why are we confined only to a section and are bound with the rules? Why is there so less space for reformation?

So many of you must be wondering that the number "1" is missing from the list. But it will really be very embarrassing for me to realize that I did. So here it is:

1. You: Who are you? Why are you asking these questions? What significance is it going to have on yourself and others? How much do you respect yourself, your personality, and everything that you do? Why do you think that you are lesser than anyone else? Why don't you see that you are different, unique in your own sense, that you have something that so many of them don't?

So many questions, and a really big burden for answering them alone. I need your help in understanding these questions!!! Will you help me out??

R.S.V.P. (If you have any more questions that you want to share with the readers, feel free.. )

Wish of a Selfish Boy... "The girl who loves me"

The girl who loves me....

The girl who loves me, or likes me, or whatever, will accept me the way I am.

She will know that I'm a human being, that I can commit mistakes, that if she has faith in me, then I'll realize them quickly and will get back to her and apologize. She'll at least give me one more chance to prove myself. In case I fail again, I'll know that this is not her fault.

She will know that I will never intentionally hurt her, that whenever I'll realize that I did, I'll be in more pain that she is.

She will know that I trust her. She knows that I share everything with her.

If I'll behave like a child, she will take care like a mother.

She will know that although I'm not able to give her all the time in the world, but I will keep working hard to get the first opportunity to go and talk to her, and share everything that happened.

She will know that she's not the only one that I give importance to, I have my friends and other members of my family to think about, not only her. This applies to her too.

Why the hell should boys change themselves all the time???

When a boy tries to be someone else for that "special one", he loses himself in the maneuver. I don't want my girl to behave differently either.

The day he stopped crying for her...

"You love her!" , he smiled...

"You still love her??" and he cried...

"Will you forgive yourself??" , he smiled...

"Will you forget her??" and he cried again...

No matter how much you try, there are a few times when your past pushes you back into the painful darkness. Its only a matter of time before something or someone will motivate you strongly enough to get over it... It could be a happy memory, or your best friend, and in the best cases, you... And you stop crying... The same way as he did...

Anjali called today. She was worried. The last time she called Amar, she was satisfied with his recovery.

As soon as Amar picked up the phone, she blurted out, "How are you? Where are you? Did you eat something?"

He replied with calmness, "I'm alright. At home. Aunty made delicious khichdi and I've licked it up to the last core!" This gave Anjali a breadth of relief. 

Amar had found a new purpose in life, away from the worries of a normal life, from the tensions of a teenager, from the burdon of being responsible for anything. He found his long lost focus that he concentrated on his writing, painting and music. He started coachings where he shared his knowledge of art and culture with little kids and youngsters. His life had been more comforting now than before. But it had not been the case 6 months back...

After going through a terrible break-up, coupled with the pressure at work, Amar broke down. He hit the ground so hard, that the cracks would remain as long as one can imagine. His break-up was not even a fraction responsible for his condition, as much as he himself was. He spoiled everything around him, including himself.

But then, like an angel, Anjali, his childhood friend, came back into his life and made him realise the immense talent and knowledge that he had always possessed. Something that he once used to dream of becoming had knocked on his door in the form of Anjali, the girl who transformed him into who he is today. 

He is respected, loved and remembered by his colleagues and students.

In short, there are situations in life where we all need an angel to drive us away from the darkness and into the white light. A person May or May not be able to get rid of his problems all by himself, hence having a friend who could rescue him or help him solve the problems is always a good thing. 

Be an angel for someone. Try wiping someone else's tears. It's my belief that this little act would give you happiness of ultimate level.

With Anjali's help, Amar finally found peace with his past. And so the day arrived when he finally stopped crying for her...

Lost Myself

Lost:

When I see the first ray of sun,
The scorching bright light,
That goes through the nerves of my eyes,
Hits the brain and reminds me,
That no matter what happens,
The darkness will disappear,
I know that I'm not lost.

When I wash my face,
With the cold sweet water,
That vanishes the sleep from my eyes,
When I clean myself up,
Pray to God, read the holy letters,
I know that I'm very much alive,
I know that I'm not lost.

When I put the first bite of food in the mouth,
The taste of which touches the heart,
The energy that it gives me to stand throughout the day,
I know that I'm not lost.

When I get out to work,
Through the cold winds,
When I see people come and go,
When I hear the birds chirping their songs,
I know that I'm not lost.

But a single look at her that day,
The moment that washed everything off my mind,
For the first time, I lost my way.

There she was, right in front of me,
The feeling of the world spinning against me,
The weightlessness in my body,
The goose bumps on my hands,
Like everything was falling in the right place,
But still there was something missing,
I knew that I've lost myself.

Lost in the world of dreams,
Like an animated movie,
Where everything strange looks amusing,
Lost in the deep feelings that led me into an abyss,
Like a torn book, when it watches the pieces fall apart,
She was gone, the way she came into my life.

But I was still in that dream,
Searching for her, on every turn,
Looking for her under every shade,
So difficult it was beginning to seem,
It started to make me burn,
With every last memory fading,
I knew I've lost myself.

I knew I'd lost myself...