Cannot See You cry!

When a person cries, his heart feels lighter..but when your loved one cries it only makes your heart heavier. Every time you pulled my leg, I tried to pull yours back, every time you poked fun at me I poked back at you. Every time you used ugly words, I used uglier words.

But NOW I don’t know what to do. I cannot see you without your smile. How I wish I could wipe your tears out! Even more distressing is the fact that I do not know whats made you go to your den! Suddenly you stop talking to somebody whose single message you never ignored even when the entire planet vouched that every single word spoken by him is crap!

Like a butterfly, you bring colour into my life…..cannot see the butterfly not flying high…….

Be your own master, Be your own servant

While wise men said “Helping humanity is helping God!” they also stressed the importance of helping oneself first. Sometimes we take things so much for granted that it is difficult to deal with the jolt received due to incident which we did not expect to happen.

Possibly that’s Gods way of teaching. Sometimes I feel God is a cruel teacher. Yet a teacher who never ceases to show us good path notwithstanding the thousand barbs we hurl at him. How often do we remember him when we feel all is well? Without deviating much from what I intended to write on the old adage of helping oneself is one’s need is indeed true and better learn without facing it. The placement season brings out the real faces of most men and I learnt it the hard way when I found out my very own friends turning their backs to me.

And the reason for this “You never helped us!”. Yet I don’t hate you guys. I know its probably due to circumstances. I should rather thank you for teaching me this wonderful lesson..Be Your master..Be Your Own Slave…Neither allow others decide what you should do..neither allow yourself to decide what others should do.

Intolerance is for the old!

The loud music and the inaudible lyrics made by Dad scream “This new music directors hide the lyrics in between those scything beats that it really evokes blood from the ear-buds..”.Then came food. Grandmother had her daily dose of lecture ready on my eating habits(read noodles and chats.)

All this made me wonder-Is tolerance an attribute of the young?? The old at heart unfailingly find a fault with anything new and anything outside their domain. For a child everything seems fresh..everything is a dream. Is it the burden of experience? Is it the shadow of failure? Is it the illusion of success? As one of Newton’s law say the human body is reluctant to accept change and that is what probably is the reason..All hail Newton..:P

The old in question shouldn’t be confused with the number of years we have lived on the planet. It is strange that incidents in life take such a huge toll on our lives that we permute and compute the various moves of everyday life. The same me who loved walking where the paths took me now only wants to tread the path I have treaded before. Not long ago I wanted to fly the world but strange things have happened. The wings have gone nor does the desire to swim across to the dream land remain.

This is possibly is what people say growing up. This is probably called maturing. But to me its only losing the desire to experiment. While I started with intolerance being an attribute of the old, over the course of this note I realize I have grown old!

The scar

While I sit to pen down my thoughts on the placement season, I find myself engulfed by a cloud of self-doubts which threaten to wipe out whatever little bright spots that hopes otherwise promise. And I write this short note very well aware of the fact that I will be branded a pessimist by few..selfish by many.

While the media might paint the campus placement to be a panacea for all the problems which besiege the job-seekers, to an average student like me it has only made me alien to the confidence which i possessed in abundance not long back.And this sudden despair isn’t without reason. All thanks to the human ego!After u attend an interview and get rejected, does the feeling really sink in that I just wasn’t worth enough for 4.5 lakhs.Well, lets stick to the old adage “Past is best forgotten.”. It’s the future which looks insecure than ever before. A few days from today, It will be imminent to see atleast a trillion statuses proudly proclaiming “Yes, I got my job!!”.No,now don’t mistake me..If you are my friend I will feel happy for you for a fleeting second atleast. But unfortunately, I love myself more than I love you. If I do indeed manage to get placed, that fleeting second might just expand itself to hours or even days. But then the dreaded question raises its head..”What If I fail to make the cut again??”. The very thought of not being good enough might manifest itself into something bigger than just a thought..the inferiority complex of having not got placed might slowly creep in…..the thousand questions of answering your parents,,your relatives who never cared an iota when you need them suddenly pop up with “Hey, you still didn’t get placed??”….But the most important of all..your very own friends telling you..”Never expected that you wont get placed!!” .The Infinite curses to Lady luck, a trillion “good-wishes” to the interviewer will only add fuel to the fire which would have by then consumed me. Today I stand at a unique threshold of life where I do not see more than a pin hole of light. But if God indeed does wish, that pin hole of light could guide me to my destiny.

It’s the scar of having seen failure once….Its the fear of failing again…….Its the fear of breaking down after failure…..

It’s the scar which I badly want to erase…….

Dil to Bachcha Hai ji!!

How often we are confronted with the same problem….”Mann..not able to control my mind..”!! And how often we find a solution only to forget it the next hour??After all Dil to bachcha hai ji!!

A small analysis of my mind by mind for my mind really make me think its indeed a child. Its innocent..its vulnerable..It gets tempted..ITS PERFECT!! The only thing it lacks is a parent! And our conscious is supposed to be parenting it….mould it the way we want it to be..that is..if we want our mind to behave the way we want it to be!

Alone does the child wander in lands unknown..crossing rivers of turbulence towards a destination which neither does it know..nor do we..The same mind which got tempted for a chocolate at six got tempted for a gal at 20 will get tempted for something at 40 for something else..Like a tender plant it gets swayed by every breeze that threatens to blow it….that promises to take it to newer planes..How would it know which breeze is meant for it??

The only thing that might separate a child from mind would be while the child grows up to be a man the mind remains the child that it was..It still yearns for different pleasures. It still listens to its master. Only its master changes!!

I know I have just bluffed something above!!

Tears of Sports

As clichéd it may sound though, opposites make the most celebrated of pairs.. And when the brutal world of sports is washed by the purest liquid on the planet—THE HUMAN TEAR…..isnt it a sight to behold? Human emotions at its purest best!!

When you see your ever infallible hero weeping out of inability or bad luck or for any reason that it may be, does it strike indeed he too is human. While the first lesson of sports will teach you to take every defeat in your stride, bury every emotion into the ground its this human facet of sport which makes it surreal. While a Sachin’s cover drive will send a nation into frenzy, Laxman’s artistry will keep a purist raving for years, its those images like Kambli weeping inconsolably after losing a WC match which touch the barest emotions.

But the tears aren’t shallow to be restricted to the men who play the game. The sight of an injured Ramsey walking out of the ground with a broken leg will still make the eyes of every Gooner moist. Tears in sport is a romantic confluence derived from the noblest world of sports and the ubiquitous tears. Every tear kissing hardened cheeks of a sportsman has brought a million hearts together. Every tear caressing the cheeks of a fan has produced a sporting spectacle one better than the one before. All this leads me to wonder, if this is not passion..What is??

SORRY....STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART........

It's only sometimes that emotions come right from heart......more painful it is when u 'break'(or atleast thats wat the person in question thinks about u....)..And in dis case particularly when everyone is against u.......

Whatever the final result......I feel extremely proud of u.....albeit u mite have exactly the opp. feeling towards me........

R.V.