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...