Thursday, 17 July 2014

All About Our Life!

Life is certainly the most unpredictable, unfathomable and awfully unusual web of events occuring with us. Life has its own nature. It always happens. Whatever we imagine we never get, whatever we get we never have wished, whatever we wished we never received and whatever we received we never accepted and loved. We live in dilemma of bad past and unknown future. We always remembered whatever things and people we lost but we never ever appreciated beautiful things and important persons we have.
Why life is so different, so challenging?
Is it really most confusing thing or we are the one hugely confused?
We all think to have a life according to us but at most occasions it goes on itself, bringing in surprising people and events that we never ever had imagined of. At that point of life we shouldn't be stubborn, sometimes we should compromise with situations and people, as each and everything happening to us, is for our good only. There are generally two ways of living our life. First, whatever we like to get, we should put in our hundred percent to achieve it and second, whatever we get, we should appreciate and like it. Life is not that easy. Its not bed of roses to be walked over. Its tough. We won't even get a grain of wheat until we don't long for it. Hard work and dedication are the only input. We need to put appreciable amount of labor to become known to the World. Life is the greatest competition. Here we fight with ourselves to realize what we actually are. Life, sometimes make us laugh hard but same make us cry too. But those who keep themselves cheerful and smiling, at the end, make the World fall for them. Earth is round. What goes back, comes back again. Give happiness, joy and warm memories to everyone you come in contact with you so that one day you get your share, returned back to you. We should try to bring a smile on each face we get along with. That's how life is. The most amazing gift we can ever receive. Do appreciate it and live it as it should be lived.


Monday, 7 July 2014

An Old Book and The Feelings

In a dark corner of the shelf, I was lying since the time immemorial. Now I was An Old Book for her. I remember when she bought me I was quite appealing with a brand new cover, attractive bold titles and meaningful insights with some awesome reviews. She was very happy while holding me in her hand and felt proud. She was extremely curious to know everything about me. She thought I had all she wished for and was totally flaunted with the beautiful sensitive story I stored in, and with the life I contained in me. Nosooner I became her first priority to everything. She would accompany me in her thoughts everywhere until she was able to know me all. The day she got to know whatever I contained, I became a thicker lifeless book for her. She soon lost interest in me. I was not that exciting and interesting now as she knew every bit of me. Finally she bought a new book. Yet, she often sometimes go through my pages when bored but now I was an out of interest book with nothing new to say and so there I was, lying in the charcoal dark corner.

I know I was not that bad. I had readers who were into me like anything and admired about Feelings and words I had in me.

There was another girl too, not much into books, still bought me even though she didn't find me that interesting. I was sad as I thought that I might be just kept aside without being read but to my disbelief, she did read me. But her reading was not just a usual reading like the first girl did but she was very calmly reading me as if I was her new found treasure. While reading she would save her memories of that day in between my pages. Sometimes lines in me often got connected with her thoughts and events happening in her life, her imaginations and feelings, every small things were being stored in the beautiful words in me. She made marks, drawings, circles as a memory and wrote little notes on my pages. For her, I was not just a book but a collection of her emotions. I never became a day older for her even-though she went through me a number of times. Every time she did read me, she got reminded of the emotions and feeling that she preserved in me and these bunch of feelings only made me special for her. She kept connected with me as an important part of her life with whom she never got bore.

Our Feelings are no different. We are just similar to a book. To some people we are life and soul to them, a store of wonderful memories and feelings while to others who just pass over us, we are just An Old Book with no life. We should remember, We all are special, We all are interesting, We all have awesome things to be known, We all are yet to be discovered. Its not people who become less interesting but its our Feelings and respect that we don't give them. Its similar to our feeling less reading. When we know everything of a person our interest die because we did not had any feelings with them. Initially we are attracted because of certain qualities but soon we get use to it and finally it becomes bore and unknowing we loose a wonderful company as An Old Book, which should have been a collection of memory, is left empty in this Inhuman World!