Sunday, November 23, 2008

THE GLUM ODE...



My heart sings a glum ode,
confining to itself all the sadness in load.
I wish to look around and seek happiness,
but something down there stops me from doing so.
Life for some has been a bed of roses,
for others a reckless adventure;
I wish mine was somewhere in between,
so that I could taste both the wonders.
The glum ode soars through the air,
and peaks itself into nooks and corners.
I then realize that happiness is the least untaken element obtainable.
I then reach the acme of hope,
and wish to wake up a fresh way and walk out of sadness .
Love, I try now, to spread abundantly,
but the person that I am,
I find it hard to wriggle out of where I belonged.
yes, singing that glum ode, singing that glum ode constantly believing that everything is wrong.

THE CURSED UNEMPLOYMENT

It was one of those Mumbai mornings. The city was already at work and the clock hadn’t striked 6. Sahen was trying hard to catch some sleep in that little bunker like room he took for rent. He kept tossing and turning and was finding it hard to sleep all due to the extremely loud traffic noise which came in from outside his room. He woke up in a few minutes after six and got some water to clean his eyes. He then peeped out of the window to take a look at the Mumbai city, his not so beloved home for the past one year. People say, Mumbai is India’s big apple, Mumbai, India’s city of dreams; however I’m sure people who read Sahen’s story would beg to differ sooner or later. Sahen then took a quick bath and picked up a paper from his bag, it looked like an official letter. The paper read:

“Richardson & Co”
Invites you for a personal interview based on your qualification for the post of “Electrical Saw Engineer” kindly be present at the following address at 09:30 A.M. for the interview.




As always Sahen had a little smirk on his face after reading this letter, this had been the 12th time he had applied for a job in Mumbai since the past one year. Rampur, a name which most of us Indians have probably never heard was from where Sahen hailed. He was the only brother among 5 sisters all younger to him. Rampur was a village famous for its sun-flower and sugar-cane farms. Sahen’s dad, Bodha Singh, was once the most famous farmer at Rampur who probably made the maximum income amounting to the amount of land their family owned. However, as the old saying goes, “none will know when fate will strike” and so did it happen in their case as well. Bodha Singh purchased a huge land and borrowed a large sum of money from one of the financiers in the village. The villagers were so sure that Bodha Singh would never make a mistake when it came to business that they would give him a loan even without an interest rate. One night soon after the purchase of the land Bodha Singh caught hold of his chest all of a sudden, as expected he died of a massive heart-attack. And since, his wife was deserted with 5 daughters and one son she was stranded. She had to sell off most of Bodha Singh’s lands to clear the loan he had borrowed from the financier. The financier taking advantage of the lady’s helplessness charged a huge interest rate and this led to her selling of most other lands which they once owned. And thus ultimately ended up in being the pauper, from once being a prince. She now had 5 daughters to wed and absolutely no money to spend for the same. Her only hope now was her son Sahen, whom she had very well educated when compared to the amount of education other village boys had received. Sahen has studied up to pre-university and after that had done a diploma in electrical engineering. All she could do now was to send Sahen to Mumbai, “the city of dreams” so that he could earn enough money in order to get all his seven sisters married. Sahen’s mother was of the impression that, anyone who went to Mumbai with education would become a millionaire.

It was already 8 ‘o’ clock and Sahen just finished eating his break-fast which consisted of half a slice of old bread. He could not afford anything since he had absolutely no money. He would generally end up walking miles because he could not even afford to take a bus. He was near broke. He just had about two hundred rupees which he had saved in order to make sure he can get back home if he could not find himself a job back here. Sahen decided that if he failed to get through this appointment, he would return to Rampur the next moment. He had nearly given up. He then wore his yellow shirt, which now was brown, thanks to the pollution and dust Mumbai city gives free of cost and combed his rough hair neatly. He held his file consisting of his few certificates and hit the streets.



Before he realized, he was standing right in front of Richardson and co, the company in which he had applied for his job, It looked fancy and beautiful from outside. Sahen’s interview was scheduled for 9.30 A.M and he was early by half an hour, so he thought he could take a stroll around the famous dalal street which was round the corner. He walked a few steps ahead and froze at once when he saw the Mumbai Stock exchange. He lost his breath looking at the enormous structure and the number of people surrounding it. As he walked further he heard the cries of people, now this is what he least expected from them. Before he could even realize a huge fight broke out in the crowd. He could hear people scream and cry loudly. He heard an old man crying and shouting obstinately that he has lost everything in life. The stock market had crashed and this is what resulted in infuriating the crowd. Before Sahen could realize, he could see slippers and stones being thrown in the air. He had to do a lot of zig-zag running to save himself from being bruised. Suddenly when a stone hit him on his head, he could not help but retaliate, “What on earth is wrong with you people? have you gone mad?” and the next second there were people who were ten times his size surrounding him and asking him what he said. He tried to run, but the angry mob did not spare him. At once, they started hitting him black and blue. Sahen also got completely involved in the fight and began to hit them back. The scuffle they were having was very dreadful and horrific. Somehow Sahen tried defending himself. He could fight about fifteen men, ten times his size and defend himself without getting injured for a long period. Everyone have a saturation point of their own and Sahen had reached his. He got on his feet and began running into a dark alley. He was hurt on his head and as he ran he could hear other people running behind him. He ran as far as he could and then he definitely couldn’t run further. At this point quite obviously, he fainted and fell right on his nose.
When he gained his senses, Sahen was shaken at once. He got to his feet immediately not being able to realize where exactly he was. He was in a nice cozy room and was surrounded by about four people all staring at him with a small smile on their face. “What, who?” was the first thing Sahen said looking dazed and confused. “We rescued you.” the man standing closest to Sahen said, winking at him the next second. “Oh! Thank you, I need to rush for an interview now.” he said. “We rescued you and all you can do to show us your gratitude is say a thank you?” A huge man with about ten gold chains hanging on his neck said with a grin. “Well…” Sahen said dragging the word a little too much. “What do you want me to do?” he said shrugging. “We saw you fight.” said the third man. “Ok… So?” Sahen has interrogatively. “We want you to fight for us.” “WHAT?” Sahen asked completely surprised. “Look, we belong to a community which kills for money.” replied the same man. Raju Bhai was that man’s name. He led a community of ruffians and gangsters. Their job was to kidnap, murder, bribe etc all in the name of money. Sahen was awestruck. He did not know what to say. “We saw the way you fought that furious mob at Dalal Street. We liked your enthusiasm and level of anger.” He continued. “What exactly do you want me to do?” enquired Sahen totally confused. “We want you to join our gang, we will pay you well. You have absolutely no idea as to how much money you can make being a part of us.” Said Raju bhai. “At the cost of my life? Never!” said Sahen, his voice angered. “Ok, then be prepared to die!” said Raju bhai holding a revolver in his hand pointed towards Sahen. “Let me think. Wait!” said Sahen. He then had an image of his mother, crying, in his mind. He thought of his sisters, whom he loved so much, he thought about the amount of money he needed to get them married. He then thought about how he suffered for one whole year in Mumbai city moving from pillar to post in search of a job. He realized that he lost his last option of getting a job in “Richardson & co” as well. And now, if he went back home this way, his entire family would be devastated. He had no options left. “Well, what is my task?” “Good!” said Raju bhai with that signature grin of his again. “You will be a part of our kid-napping team. We kidnap people for ransom. I’ll make sure you don’t have to kill anyone, you’re subtle and naïve, I promise you that.” said Raju bhai assuring. “well, ok.” Sahen said. “We have to leave now, be ready by 5 tomorrow morning. Your kit and clothes are in that cupboard. No delay. And make sure you take everything you need. We are kidnapping Ahuja’s daughter tomorrow.” Raju bhai said. “Can you give me some money as an advance? I need to send some to my mother.” Sahen said with a soft tone in his voice. Raju bhai pulled out about four Rs. Fifty thousand bundles and threw them on my bed. Sahen was happy, he could finally send some money home actually a lot of money. The man with the several chains on his neck then spoke, “You betray us, your entire family…” he said giving a long pause. Sahen knew what he meant, “I get it, don’t worry, you can trust me.” Sahen said guaranteeing them.



The next morning, he woke up at 3 A.M. He was both happy as well as nervous. He could finally send home some money. This gave him a huge feeling of pride and honour and at the same time, he had to kid-nap a young girl. This stirred fear in his stomach. At 5 A.M. sharp he waited at the end of the street. A car drove past him and stopped a few yards ahead. He recognized Raju bhai signaling to him from the car. He went and sat in the car and the car sped off. The evening news-papers read, “Top industrialist Ram Ahuja’s daughter kidnapped.” They had successfully managed to abduct Ahuja’s daughter, the gangsters had a party that night, when Raju bhai formally introduced Sahen to the rest of the gangsters. “This is our new member, Sahen Singh from Rampur, He proved his worth today by helping us abduct Ahuja’s daughter. I must say, this boy has a long way to go in our company.” Raju bhai said as he raised his glass for a toast. Sahen did not know whether he had to smile or just keep a plain face. After a few moments, Raju bhai came forward and told Sahen that Ahuja has agreed to pay the ransom amount of Rs ten crores. He then told him that he had a 25% share over this money. When Sahen heard this, he burst out into tears. His dreams were finally coming to life. He found his way to earn money. What started as a helpless need for money was turning out to be a lot of money now. He could get all his sisters married into big families and yet have enough money to keep himself and his mother happy.



Everytime he got himself some money, he would send a major portion of it to his mother. His mother definitely was right, Mumbai, definitely could make people millionaire’s. Little did Sahen know that what started out as a small time affair would one day make him one of the most wanted gangsters in the world. From kidnapping Sahen began murdering people, vulnerable children were tortured. All for the love of money. Sahen had his mother’s face in his mind every time he did something. He felt the pain he saw in her eyes when he lost his father and did not mind going up to any extent to make more and more money. In a few years, Sahen was black-listed and was put in the most-wanted category by the C.B.I and the police force. Sahen’s life was in danger. Though he got himself so much of money, he lost nearly everything else in life. After a few years, after committing endless murders, Sahen was caught and given a life-term sentence. The poor innocent boy, who moved from Rampur to Mumbai to get himself a job just to support his family, had lost it all, this was the end to his story.
Unemployment is one such outrageous disease which can ruin a person’s life. The above story might be fiction, but there are possibilities for such instances to occur. When a person strives so much for a job and he is helpless, he cannot do much but opt for jobs like what Sahen chose for himself. India has the maximum number of employment opportunities, but the qualification it requires is over the top. People with a basic qualification find it so hard to get themselves a job. It’s high time, we start having more employment opportunities for people with varied qualifications. If not, all we can expect is probably another Sahen. This would definitely leed to dooms-day for most individuals. Unemployment should be wiped out from the very soil of this planet. People should be given opportunities to help them survive themselves and their families if not, we can surely look forward to more stories like this in real life.






Friday, August 1, 2008

THE AWAKENING....


“Never thought you’d be gone,
To a world far beyond.
You shall be remembered forever;
In the depths of our hearts which
Shall be happy never.
Because , you’re gone!
To a world far beyond!”




Alisha was sitting by the tombstone of someone whom she loved far more than herself. Tears dripping uncontrollably from her eyes, she was trying hard to stop crying. Each drop was a memory, a memory of someone who was very dear to her.


“ Ma, can you please stop it!” “ Enough is enough! How much of dirty laundry will dad and you air in public? There is a limit for everything!” Yelled Akhil with a tearful voice. “Don’t you tell me what I should do. Don’t be another Arnav in my life. I cannot live with your father any longer! And this time, I shall adhere to my decision and I will not hear out anyone regarding this matter.” Berated avanthika. “But ma!” “End of argument Akhil.” Akhil just walked out of the room slamming the door behind him.


Akhil got into his car and drove to his girlfriend Alisha’s place. Alisha heard his complaints about his parents completely. Akhil was a seventeen year old sanguine boy and all that was bothering him at this very minute was the fact that his parents, whom he loved and adored were on the verge of getting divorced. Both Arnav and Avanthika, Akhil’s parents are engineers working in India’s leading company, “Richardson & co”. Both of them were a very lovable couple. Most of their colleagues often envied their love and compatibility. However, as always said “all good things come to an end” and so did it happen in their case. Their love was on a constant growth just until their ego peeked into their marriage. They were both working as principal consultants and the trouble began just after Mr. Ramdas Naidu, the director of the company took his retirement. Now, it was for them to choose as to who will take over as the director. Both were highly qualified and experienced professionals. Thus began a war, a war between two people, a war between two sexes, a war between a husband and his wife.


“Papa, don’t you want to give your marriage another try?” whispered Akhil to his dad. They were both sitting at the café near Arnav’s office. “Son, marriage is something which requires a man to head the house. You are young now and you won’t understand.” “How can your mother expect me to live, with her taking over as the director? I cannot face the embarrassment Akhil.” “But papa, why do you want to end your marriage? Isn’t it possible for both of you to let go of this option for the sake of your marriage?” enquired Akhil innocently. “Are you crazy? Don’t be so gullible. I’ve been waiting all my life for this day and you ask me to forget it? Not over my dead body Akhil!” yelled Arnav rudely. “What about me dad?” asked Akhil. “You have a choice, and you better make it before it’s too late. Either Avanthika or me. We cannot live as husband and wife anymore!” Akhil kept staring at his father. He was lost. “Waiter check please!” called out Arnav. “I need to get back to work. See you later.”


It was about six in the evening on the same day. Akhil was sitting in the verandah at his house and was playing with his dog. All of a sudden he heard his mother howl in pain. He stood up startled, and rushed to his parents bedroom. He saw his mother lying on the floor and abusing Arnav with very vulgar language. Apparently, Arnav had slapped her on her face because she called him a spineless man who respects no woman other than his mother, this led to an exchange of words and ultimately resulted in the assault. Akhil moved to his mother and helped her get back to her feet. Avanthika, was highly furious and her face was red in colour and was evidently filled with rage and anger. “I get slapped by this man just because I want to become the director of the company. How dare he raise his hand on me? I will sue you in court for this!” Screamed Avanthika. “Oh just shut up and get out of this house before I give you another slap across your face.” Replied Arnav with a nasty tone. “Ma… calm down… Lets go to Naani’s place” said Akhil trying hard to stop the both from fighting. He somehow managed to pull the rather devastated Avanthika trying to ignore all of Avanthika’s demonizing comments about his father, Arnav. This was not their first fight. However, it was the worst and the last.
“Cut my life into pieces, this is my last resort.” Papa Roach’s very famous song was being played at E-11; Akhil’s favourite club. He was on the dance floor with Alisha trying hard to bury his sorrows. After seven shots of dry vodka and two packs of cigarette; it was a clear fact that Akhil was nowhere to being in his senses. “Alisha! Sweetheart, you’re all I have. You will never leave me the way my parents did right?” asked Akhil in an incoherent tone. “Not until my death and if possible even more” replied Alisha. “I need to go to the rest-room” said Akhil and rushed. He bolted the door and began crying. He was in a very bad state and could not even walk straight. All his fears at once appeared right in front of his eyes. He quickly put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a packet of cocaine, rolled a currency note and took into himself as much as he could and finally got himself completely out of this world and into a land; most drug-addicts refer to as heaven. Akhil was a six footer, fair, well built and a handsome looking boy. But the way he looked now, was near scary. His eyes, as red as wine and his face completely drained.
“Akhil…! Akhil you got to wake up dude! Your parents have called thrice already! You have to go to court today for the interrogations of their divorce case remember?” “Akhil.. Wake up you lazy bug!” howled Sidharth, Akhil’s best friend. Akhil woke up sat upright on the bed and began screaming out, “I HATE MY PARENTS! THEY’RE THE MOST SELFISH PEOPLE EVER!”. Akhil’s mental condition was nowhere from being normal. The disgusting ambiance at home and his drug-addiction had caused a severe psychological scar on his mind. Sidharth held on to Akhil as he was in a hysteric state. Meanwhile, Sidharth’s mother came rushing into the room fearing if something had happened to one of the boys. “Akhil.. Akhil, my child calm down. What is it?” “I know what you’re going through, but don’t cry. It’s best for Arnav and Avanthika to have a divorce. You need to live a peaceful life son.” Said Sidharth’s mother consoling Akhil. “Aunty they are my parents! I cannot love them individually.” Replied Akhil with an angered voice. “This is life! You have to take it the way it comes.”


He was now standing strong in the witness box. “Akhil! By your choice do you want to live with your father or your mother?” Asked the judge. Akhil looked very nervous. He turned and looked searchingly, with a glint of innocence in his eyes for his parents. Both of them were standing at two corners like stones with absolutely no sign of any kind of emotion on their face. “Akhil” yelled the judge “You’ve made us wait enough now choose, your father or your mother?” Akhil stood dumb-struck. The judge’s words kept echoing in his mind. His head was now aching terribly. He immediately closed his eyes and wished he wasn’t there. He could neither think, nor feel anything. His body was absolutely numb. Akhil was now on the floor. Everyone including his parents ran towards him. He had fainted. A thick white fluid was oozing out from his mouth.
As the ambulance arrived Akhil was immediately carried and put into it.
Arnav and Avanthika got into the ambulance along with Akhil’s feeble body which she held tightly to her bosom. Akhil’s mouth was swollen and his eyes were closed. He was trying hard to see and speak to his parents. Avanthika had Akhil to lie on her lap and wept loudly telling him that she loved him constantly. Akhil somehow managed to speak a few words. “Ma….papa… please...please promise me that you both will get back together. I love you both so much.. And I’m sure you love me as much too. I’m sorry I got a day like this for you to see. But every time you both fought…” Akhil found it very hard to speak as his entire face was now numb. But some how he managed to speak a little more. “I.. I made drugs my friend. I lived in illusion.” “I’m sorry ma.. I’m sorry papa.. But I love you both.” Arnav was in tears too. Arnav and Avanthika hugged Akhil and all three were in tears. Arnav held Avanthika’s hand tightly and they dreaded every single second as much as they cherished it.


Avanthika stood next to Akhil his face, glowing with brilliance and his body, lifeless. Akhil was dead. As per the post-mortem reports, Akhil had died of brain hemorrhage caused because of high mental instability and large consumptions of alcohol and drugs. Arnav came and stood next to Avanthika and both were crying relentlessly. If they had chosen to live happily considering the need of their son, they would have never had to see this day. Their ego, their happiness ultimately resulted in the death of their only child Akhil. Akhil was cremated in the presence of all his friends and their parents. His most unexpected death caused a lot of pain and anguish in everyone’s heart. Akhil silently walked towards heaven and as he passed he infused in the hearts of all the parents a thought. A thought which made them slowly realize that they ought to hold their children to their hearts and give them the life they truly deserve. Arnav and Avanthika realized how foolish they were and chose to live as husband and wife and spend the rest of their life in the memory of their lost life – Akhil.
Alisha had now realized the blunder she had committed. She realized that she never was a true friend. The love of her life was now dead. As she sat by his grave, crying, flashes of her memory with him came out really bright . She remembered times when Akhil took drugs right in front of her. She remembered the times when she saw him drinking and smoking right in front of her eyes but never actually told him to change his habits. She thought of one day in particular when, Akhil told her that he wished to open a hospital which had a charitable pediatrics unit. “Akhil was such a great person” she said to herself. “I miss you so much!” She some how held herself responsible for his death. She decided to go abroad and complete her studies for she feared that if she stayed there Akhil’s memory would haunt her forever.


10 years had passed since Akhil’s death. Alisha was sitting by Akhil’s memorial and was lost in his memory. As she stood to leave the cemetery she received a phone-call. “Hello Alisha here” she said. “Ma’am we have a meeting with the principal of St. George’s high school tomorrow. Akhil Memorial Rehabilitation centre has gained a name.” said the caller. “Since Akhil’s death, I vowed to help those troubled youngsters who are addicts” said Alisha. “For I know, that behind every youngster’s story of drug/alcohol addiction there is a story of pain and mental depression and an insatiable want for love and affection.” As she walked she left a red rose on Akhil’s memorial which read:


Akhil Arnav Pillai
05 February 1979 – 12 June 1996
“Never thought you’d be gone,
To a world far beyond.
You shall be remembered forever
In the depths of our hearts, which
Shall be happy never.
Because, you’re gone!
To a world far beyond!”

WE MISS YOU AKHIL!
--R.I.P--




Saturday, July 26, 2008

Places I wish to visit before the end of me..

  • INDIA in complete: India, without a doubt is one of the most diverse countries ever. The rich culture and diversity stands out. The Himalayan range towards the north, the cool valleys of the east, the warm desserts of the westand the beautiful plateaus of the south coupled with extremely rich and vibrant culture and heritage are truly worth savouring. I seriously hope travelling far and wide through out this vast country and experiencing divine pleasure.
  • PARIS: The premiere of France located on the River Seine has always been on my wish-list. This city is a perfect combination of style, class, glamour, culture and most importantly architectural beauty. The city has an evidently romantic feel to it and is also coated with soberness. The history of the city has an elegant glow to it. The Eiffel tower is one place I would like to spend a lot of time at and relishing every second there would be worth it all!
  • VENICE: Heard of the Merchant of Venice? which literature buff wouldn't want to go and spend quality time at a place where William Shakespere composed most of his plays? Venice a compostition of 118 islands (!) put together is without a doubt, a place to be. I so wish I could go there especially during the Venice Carnival with all the fancy masks. The place has a huge historic timeline and still maintains its classical status. Venice is also known for its colourful culture, colourful meant literally. The pristine seas and the beautiful monuments simply brings Venice on my wishlist.
  • ATHENS: Athens, the capital and the largest city of the country Greece. The name of this beautiful place has been derieved from the Greek godess Athena, who happens to be the Greek symbol representing love. Athens is one of the oldest cities in history and is known to have been older than 5000 years. One of world's first civilizations grew in this very city along with the greatest philosophers of time Aristotle, Plato and Socrates. Athens is home to Parthenon on Acropolis a land mark to the early western civilization. The city, again being a coastal one has a very vibrant and blue coast line which has been a hot tourist hub for over centuries.

Well, as of now, I don't have many more cities on my wishlist, but definitely, I would update this column soon. Travel is without a doubt, the yummiest spice of life!

Saturday, May 3, 2008

The Night Sky Princess





A poem I wrote, Called "night sky princess" describing the very beautiful moon.. Atleast trying to :-)



Oh shy princess!
Princess of the night skies...
your face hidden beneath dark clouds...
beautiful moon,
your beauty shines out in the dark
reminding me of jades stones so black..
your shyness has the astrals ammused
when I see you, I feel happiness in total.
Even amidst the blackness
you shine out like an angel in wonderness.
I look at you in astonishment;
unable to understand whats in your beauty
is it the darkness or your smile so smirky...
oh princess of the night skies..
I look at you for a hope of a new life
the stars revolve around you
and I'm so enchanted I cannot even count a few
I must tell you, your beauty is memerising
and now, I'm falling...
falling into a sleep so deep
with dreams of happiness and joys
all under the eyes of a princess..
The princess of the night skies.
moon! its you i'm talking of, the beautiful moon!

QUOTABLE QUOTES


"What if we had eyes to see the true beauty - the divine beauty. I mean pure, clear and unalloyed, not clogged with the pollutions of morality and the colours and vanities of human life - thither looking, and holding converse with the true beauty with the eye of the mind, he will be enabled to bring forth, not imagines of beauty but reality, and bringing forth and nourishing true virtue to become the friend of God and be immortal, if mortal man may, would that be an ignoble life?"

~ Plato

My Aquaintance, Solitude...


Below, is a poem I wrote on solitude from a soldier's perspective.

As I walk through the phase of life,
I miss all the moments I lost at sight.
All my life I’ve lived for others
Yet today, I sit alone talking to myself in mutters.
Through the days that have passed;
My fears have grown, till they could last.
Yesterday was the day I dreamt,
To serve a country of a name so great!
I chose to put my life in vain;
And make sure none of my country-men
Are in pain.

As I walk through the phase of life,
I re-collect the face of a lady, my wife;
Her sad smile, twenty years ago when
I left instantly making her let go…
Her golden touch I can feel being so far;
And yes, I forget, I am at war!
Twenty years of my life, I’ve served
As a courageous soldier!
Today as I prepare to sleep in my coffin
Not a person to close my tomb, with a
Boulder.

Loneliness is in what I’ve lived.
The agony of which in me is filled.
Years and years I’ve yearned for a soul-mate
But, I am far away from ever having a friend.
The cold wind of the Kashmir valley,
Makes me miss the warmth of my village ‘galli’.
I so wish I was back at home
So that I can cherish every moment of my life
With some hope.
As I walk through the phase of life,
I realize that I never walked,
Rather stayed alone like a rot.

Today, as I am done with my job,
Nothing but death seems to be my reward.
I chose to live lonely all my life
So that people like you could smile!
I die all alone with nothing;
But a question;
Why?... Why?... Why?
As I walk through the phase of life,
I realized I was forever lonely,
With absolutely no joy.


Thursday, May 1, 2008

The Journey Called "LIFE"

Life is a journey I believe. Actually everyone do. But the thought of life's journey is very different in my perspective. Everyone is born with a reason tagged to himself. Life helps us accomplish all what we are sent here for. Recently, I came across a slide show which compared our life to trains. When I saw it initially, I chose to ignore it and later when I actually chose to read it, I realized that our life is not just a journey, rather it is an expedition. An expedition which is long an expedition for which, we cannot choose an end for ourselves. Noones life is a cup of tea, everyone have their own difficulties to face and their own pains to suffer. I've forever been cribbing about the state of my life, but it was of-late that I realized that I was blessed. I wish I always counted my blessings. I've been blessed with this very life. I've been blessed with a few people whose presence I believe is most special. I've been blessed with certain talents which make me a better person by the day. I've been blessed with a normal functioning body and most importantly a roof over my head and food more than what is required for my survival. Why need I ask more?



I've finally realized that its now time for me to do my part and make others feel lucky. Its time for me to do my bit to improve the lives of others. Though I still feel I've missed out on several good times in life. Today I stand in a position where I believe that I CAN TRULY MAKE A DIFFERENCE.