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Grateful: Yes, I am!

Being alive*! Isn’t it? Waking early, and jogging in the morning freshness: I find it most interesting that I still have chance to correct my mess. I still can be sorry to those whom ‘ I may have hurt! ‘(We all know, a lot has happened;in past)

Having mother*, who every damn time, yells me to take shower, and eat on time;to avoid bad health. And father*, who worries more about their daughter’s future than his own!

#family

I can fill my stomach, and sleep comfortably*: when there are many who lacks it, not by choice but ‘not having a choice’. I find it blessed to have these.

My country is safe, and world is at safest*! It matters a lot, when others are happy, only then, you can be at ease.

Hope*. This is the most ‘beautiful‘ thing to have, in this ‘wonderful’ world. It is said it’s never too late! ;

How can five or six things consolidate your feelings? you are grateful about! Even writing this wordpress blog, I feel gratitude.

I don’t know if you have heard or not, but there is kutti Story song from Master movie a Tamil song sung by Thalapathy Vijay and Anirudh Ravichander, talks about momentariness like…

“…Life is very short nanba, Always be happy…. “

Be happy, Be grateful!
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You: Maybe, wrong!

‘IGNORANT, INTROVERT’

Once a guy, I was friend with told another friend that, “I am an ignorant person! ” Well, in front of me!

I asked, what was it that made him think like that?

He replied, because I didn’t talked back to him when he offered me pasta!

I couldn’t clarify him, that it was not that pasta, but I had my other problem going on in my mind.

Second I remember is:

When I came to live with my roommates, they avoided me at first. However later we became good friends, I like making friends. So when I asked them the reason, they replied, “you seem very introvert, not like partying, social- gathering type. “

“Really! ” It was a big shoot to me. As I am very sociable person, [I had whole class as my best friend, at school].

There were many such incidents, I realised, people can assume, Right or Wrong! We need to choose, whether we want to accept it or not…

Let them assume, it’s good at least people think about you!!!
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Dowry in a new envelope

“Dowry! What’s that?”

“We don’t take!”

“We dislike it, from the deep of our heart! “

These are very common phrases, we hear today, suits very well to the ear, who doesn’t know the meaning lying inside of it hidden truth!

From ancient times, it has been in practice,

In Indian history, Bimbisara got area of Kashi, by marrying princess of kosala. Akbar Got kingdoms by marrying jodhabai. And who said only India has this phenomena. In 1661 the king of Portugal gave Bombay, to Charles II Of England as dowry when he married the formers’ sister!

It’s not men, but women also actively participate in this play.

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A road trip I would love to take…


Re – path

I always wondered, what would be I doing, if I have the luxury to do anything!

And answer was, ” I want to travel a lot, visit lots of places, take pictures and showing off on insta, for sure! “

But if there were only one choice… Only one road trip, then I would love to…

RE PATH

Reversing my journey to all those places I have been. My birth place, I never visited since born, as my father had temporary job:here and there.

My sweet Grandma’s house, I hold adorable memories. After my father lost his job I spent enough time with granny, visiting her field, temples, making friends in villages, and bunking schools.

My first love, I remember crying hours, when I learnt, he loved my classmate, I was in standard three.

My Dream factory, where I begin to aspire big, read good books, study better, be a better person… Uncountable!

Those minutes of failure, losing self- believe; that cost me tonnes, in future.

Reminiscing first: cycling,dancing falling; I can write many books on it!

Oh man! I feel nothing is worth comparing: visiting my own journey.

Every person, thing, has its own existence; that one strives for, long for.

I always used to compare myself with others; however now, I believe each of us are unique: with our own Road Trips to travel for, and write about.

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New year’s Eve-il


Markets are crowded, stores decorated.
People: wearing nice clothes; seems in a hurry.


She wondered, “why?”



They say, “it’s new year eve! “.



” What’s that?”, she questioned?



“It’s celebrating togetherness, prosperity, love! “, They replied.



“Ah! That’s so”;



“It’s stupid, “, ” It’s expensive! “,
she muttered.



It’s midnight;



“It’s new year eve! “, people shouted.


Excitement, filled in air reaches her ear.


Out of window, she looked outside.
Black night with colourful sky,
Different fireworks, amazing sounds.


she smiled,


” Could it be?


My brother, seeing the same, in far land,
How he is now, it’s been years, we met.

Could it be?


my mother, have time, of her work; watch this glittering ‘thing’,
I guess.

Could it be?


my father, watching with me!
It’s too near from the sky”.

“Yet, all these are;
only in my thoughts.
I can think, but can’t feel.”

“This enthusiasm, I saw in others.
People making crazy faces;
Out of joy, with their love”.

“How lovely,
if we were together, holding hands, just like them.
I will share, my yesterday’s saved bun.”


“Of course, soup, i stole from bin,
Even little, it will fill our hear!
Of togetherness, of love”.

” Different I am,
with the rest”, “who celebrate eve”.

For her it’s eve-il,
which reminds her:
Loneliness;
Dark, silent, empty heart;
Mournful tears.

Yet,
hope in memories.

Couching her body, to avoid cold from the winter breeze;
coming with the eves songs;
silently from the cracked hole, of window.

smiling!, she goes to sleep:



“Next Eve-il“


“May be!”, “mine new years eve! “.

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Mirage in science and life

An outstanding generalised conclusion of science. Refraction and reflection of light.

Has been in consonance, with life as well.

Admiration, attachment and astonishment; Hallo of glittery, uncomfortable aura of likeness. Extreme of perfection, much agony to innovation.

A wonderful covering, draped around. Everything to boast on.

Head to heel, all seen: what one want to see,not what has been.

Soon,

day ends, so the mirage.

Thus ends the miracle.

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Love me

From the moments of now,since we begun,
Know me.
when I get afraid of ghosts, after watching night horror movie.
Talk to me.

When I fail, and everyone shuts their door of encouragement to me.
When I am upset because my monthly mood swings is intolerable to others,
Be with me,

When everyone raises their brows on my character and being;
When I have noone to trust, but many to question,
Have faith in me.

When I am old, not pretty anymore;
When I am on my; verge of end, and the god of Death is about to strike his last stroke,
When my dear ones are gone, and I am about so,
Hold me,
When I am done, and you live your own;
When time has passed, and your memory is about to fade,
Remember me
Deep to your heart,

Love me…

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H’man

Somewhere in hell…
“Rise!the demon of desires and flame”; “that destroys the human nature of purity.”
“Oh, thy mighty! Dost thou know, people are following, what you were killed for”;
“No longer, the God of heaven, will blame us.”
Lacked they kindness, long forbidden humanity!
“Ah! They have zeal for hatred”.
They are conspiring against each other, The one loved, is being hated to heart!
Basket of desires, all have on their head!
Hands:not begging, but snatching does.
We no longer need “that snake to envy the eve”, as Adam has lost senses and GOD has decided to keep quiet…

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Justifying your character

Life is amazing, isn’t it,
It has its own beats and drums.
Neither too straight, nor full of curves;
It’s a combo of both, with unequal amount.
The time when are at the top of sky, somehow we fall to the ground;
And when, we are at the bottom of our verge it’s gives us a sudden kick.
We spend long sleepless nights, just to wonder, what’s happening with us.
And sometimes we ask the astrologists to just predict for us,
But it doesn’t matter, we are never ready to welcome our life as it is.
Predicting is just another way to manipulate the reality, in our own bases.
Human existence along with others have been based on life, yet most of us, sometimes, just decide to quit.
What a wastage of the creator, if any; his time and wine.
Yet, no matter what one applies, this science of life is beyond common sense.
Sometimes it’s about pain and joy; sometimes it’s about mirth and coy.
Aren’t we in love with movies and drama of our favorite actors,

Can we imagine, if the life is same, then it’s a question; are we justifying with character we have got!

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