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The Day I felt You,
I saw different Hues!!!
I felt your Scent,
My heart had Dent!!!!
I searched for You,
Frantic at my Lose,
But I just Withdrew,
Hurt from the bruise…
You are not with Me,
Yet I feel your Love,
My heart is thee,
You are mine Forever!!!
I sense you in Dark,
Your Laugh is Spark,
I feel you in the Light,
My passion You ignite!!!!
My Dreams are full Of You,
The closer we Grew,
My Mind seems to Know,
Wherever You go!!!!
I can read your Mind,
Even if You are Miles,
With You…I’m bind,
Will we walk the Aisles???
I always seem to ask,
When there will be no Mask,
When I can be Truly Your’s,
There will be no inner Wars!!!
The Day I felt You,
I saw different Hues!!!
I felt your Scent,
My heart had Dent!!!!
Depression….One of the many words that causes huge anxiety in anyone’s mind…Some are actually scared of this disorder because they are too afraid to actually accept that they are suffering from a mental disorder….Life’s complete turmoil unless and until we accept the complications and try to solve them…But there are many who just don’t want to take the first step….In such circumstances staying focused itself is huge pain….You find everything irritating….You like to keep yourself isolated…Fear social exposure….The most naive things that probably You won’t even consider for a second seem so very important and all important things take a back-seat….You criticize yourself too much….The whole world seems to be conspiring behind you….
Well practically these are some of the delusions that we face when we are suffering from depression….So please do yourself a favor….Get some help or at least help yourself-
1.There is no way until you find it out….Cursing yourself only drains your energy….So don’t dig the bones out the OLD closet…Let them rest there in peace….Get a life….Yes,memories are hard to forget (specially when you have just suffered from bad breakup)….But instead of crying that you have lost the person with whom you shared those memories….Just lie back,remember the good times….Take deep breath in and be glad that the memories are still YOURS
2.Guilt and Ego are two very bad emotions….They can kill the soul out of you….In most of the cases the person feels guilty about something wrong that he/she has done with someone close….But the high-end EGO just won’t let you say the simple “SORRY”….So you will just suffocate yourself by keeping yourself away from your loved ones….But you won’t bow down…Come on take it easy….Too much guilt can actually get you entrapped in negative emotions….A simple sorry can do wonders….Try it!!!!
3.The worst news about being in depression is….fall in confidence levels!!!….When you are depressed,even the Old Grandma next door seems a threat ….Jokes apart,drop in confidence levels actually affects your output levels because you lose your focus….You just keep thinking about what you want….neglect what You have…lose respect for yourself….In this process,you start negating things…What people see is absolutely negative image of you….So,please Trust yourself and respect your limits….Because you are what no-one else can ever be
4.Dreams….The most important part of our life….We dream about what we really want….Dreams are desires from the bottom of our heart….But depression just drives the dreams out of our head and puts “NO-ENTRY” board for them….You stop dreaming….you stop breathing!!!….Yes how can you survive when You don’t know for what you are alive….You start recoiling back…Depression strikes a terrible blow on your self image….So,you just fear about having expectations….This is something that should not be done….Whatever happens,don’t stop dreaming….Don’t stop planning and never ever give up at anything less than everything that You have dreamed for!!!
5.Human mind is creative….But at times it starts using its creative powers otherwise…..Our mind has amazing ability to distort things to make us believe whatever you believe in….So the more negatively you think…the more negative things your mind will discover to distort your mindset….So why think negatively and make things worse….I’m not saying that be Proud….No,don’t let anything get into your head….But do stay at ground level and appreciate yourself….Instead of moaning for things that You have lost….Feel lucky for people who are still there in your life….Because the people who went away were never truly yours….Adversity is always the best time to know the best people in your life
6. The biggest mistake that most of us do when we go through bad times is shutting up the doors….We lock up ourselves away from all near and dear ones…and in the process of punishing ourselves….we punish them for no faults of theirs….First thing we need to understand is that we are Humans and not apes….Because nature has gifted us with the amazing ability to think,speak and feel….So the next time you feel abit low…Don’t screw yourself….Think (because being away from your closed ones will only increase your pain),Speak ( because when you share your pain with your near ones,you decrease your pain),and ya FEEL….feel the love around you
7. Goal….the best way to keep depression away….When you have a goal,you plan…When you plan,you immerse yourself in work….You try to give your 100%….That’s where you take over your depression….When you keep your mind occupied,it doesn’t have time to think about negative things…..When you start thinking positively,Life takes optimistic turn…Always remember that whatever happens is always for the best….If you have lost something may be it was worth your effort…or may be God has planned something much better and bigger for you
8. Take a little vacation….Go out with friends….take a stroll by the beach….or go for hikes….Listen to old country music …Or just grap hold of your Grandma and make her tell you old stories…..Being a kid does not hurt….Don’t trap the kid inside you…Let it out at times….It’s nice to play cricket with kids in your colony…or soil your expensive cloths on rainy day playing football….Those days won’t come back….But you can surely relive them again….
9.Direction….No,I’m not talking about the direction to head back home ….I’m specifically talking about the direction which will lead your Life….Having focus and Goal is not enough….You need to have direction….in simple words a fool-proof strategy to achieve these goals….Simply writing down scheme of things on paper and not putting them into actual practice will not get you anywhere….Come on,we are 99% out of depression….If you have come so far successfully without any hiccups….You can move ahead…Trust yourself
10.Congratulations….You are now completely back on trail to normalcy….Nothing can stop you now….The most important advice is…BEFORE YOU LOVE SOMEONE ELSE….LOVE YOURSELF!!!!
This Award is given to bloggers who have less than 200 followers, all in the spirit of fostering new connections.
Leibster is German & means ‘dearest’ or ‘beloved’ but it can also mean ‘favorite’ & the idea of the Leibster award is to bring attention to blogs with less than 200 followers and I decided that I should definitely write a post about it & pass the award on to 5 or more bloggers.
The Rules are:
- Show your thanks to the blogger who gave you the award by linking back to them.
- Reveal your top 5 picks for the award and let them know by leaving a comment on their blog.
- Post the award on your blog.
- Bask in the love from the most supportive people on the blogsphere – other bloggers.
- And, best of all – have fun and spread the karma.
The names below and the one in Blog Roll all worth more So here I will just go random pick give it to:
Enjoy and have Great Week Ahead!!!!
Why does It Happen So???
When The Wind Blows,
The World Goes Round,
In your memories,I drown!!!
The Blue Sky seem dull,
All the time For You I mull,
Foolish Things I do,
Is Love Really True???
When I look in Mirror,
You seem all the more Nearer,
My eyes search for you,
We are colors of different Hues!!!
I see your dreams,
With My Open Eyes,
You are my Life’s Extreme,
Your patience makes me Wise!!!
Every Step I take,
Your Strength,I feel
Hope this is not fake,
Will then wounds Heal???
Every moment I live,
I fall for you again,
For the love you Give,
You are my Life’s Zen!!!
Whenever I see You,
My Heart Goes for toss,
Never bid me adieu,
You can never be Cross!!!
The world seems to be,
Bowing before me,
When you say “I love you”
Lovingly I can only coo!!!
Why does It Happen So???
When The Wind Blows,
The World Goes Round,
In your memories,I drown!!!
Whenever anyone asks me what was the best and the worst moments in your life….The answer always zeroes down to the same place….Yes,the best moments in my life were spent in my School….the worst moment in my life was when I had grown up so old…that I could no longer go to school….I know normally kids hate school…They get all sorts of ailments and aches only on Monday’s when they have to go back to school after weekend holiday….But I was bit abnormal….I just hated holidays…. and could not wait to go back to school….School was like my first home…..my teachers and friends my family!!!!
It has been almost 8 years since I left the safe confines of my school to enter this competitive world….where everyone was in hurry….I felt dizzy on stepping into this world….More than the peer pressure it was the sudden change in my world that made me feel very uncomfortable!!!…..Yes,I just could not comprehend the fact that from a place where School Teachers went to great extents to make sure that we were comfortable in our own space….I was suddenly pushed into a (OUTER) space where Professors were least bothered about our existence….So,the friendly approach was amiss and I wished I could just ran back HOME ( read School )….I don’t know how many of you really miss your school days….But I do miss them alot…and so Today’s post is about all those lovely moments I spent in my School!!!
I still remember the first day in school….It’s usual tradition that kids cry alot on getting separated from their parents….But my class was bit different….I really don’t remember anyone of us crying….Because there was little slide in the corner of our L.K.G class…..So on entering the classroom,instead of crying we all get busy with taking turns on the slide….Those were some careless days….No worries…Learning alphabets and numbers was no big deal….Although the best part was shouting our lungs out while telling the poetry rhymes,to volumes all tuned up (So that we could offend the teacher so much that for the rest of day she would just leave us in peace)….Personally my favorite time was always spent in little sand garden that we had opposite to our canteen….The garden had slides,merry-go-round and other play stuffs….Everyday after-school time was allotted to this garden….The most funny part was to push the person siting in front of you from the slide….So that they would land head on straight into the sands (No offense meant….We were kids right )….
We just didn’t realize how soon time flew past and two years down the line we all were in Primary Section….Promoted….To our next level of Mischief ….I still remember that day very vividly….We were in 2nd standard and our Class Teacher was absent…..So two of our seniors had been called in to keep our class in control….Honestly they did try their best….But I told you that we were from a different breed….We seldom listened to teachers (so listening to seniors was out of question)….So in final attempt both of them scared us by telling us stories of our next year’s Class teacher Mrs.Parekh….We had already heard alot about her….But whatever our seniors told us….seriously scared us all the more….One more year passed on….and we were face to face with the ghost of our life-Mrs.Parekh (No,I’m not calling her a Ghost because of the amount of make-up that she applied )….Although we were scared of her for a month or so….We could not keep quite for long…..within three months time….We drove her up the wall….By the time our first semester ended….She was so harassed trying to keep our class under control….that either daily she had to take pain killers for headache or she would actually take half day leave and run off home (But still we were kids right )…..
Seriously we were the naughtiest batch in the entire school….and we were actually proud of it!!!….I still remember all that fun….Sneaking around the corridors….playing in the rains and watching our play ground turn into swimming pool and stealing mangoes from the Mango Tree in our school garden….We did it all….One more incident that I can never forget is what i call “The Rat’s Day Out”….Our Science Teacher Mrs.Kamath was taking our class(I know this may sound rude….but we were all sleeping as always)
When suddenly someone from the corner of the class screamed “Eekkkksss….There a rat here “…..So we all jumped on our bench-tops….more shouting and screaming followed….Somehow Kamath Miss convinced us all and made us sit st our places so that she could take her class……But we were not in mood to listen….So we all put our great minds to use and in perfect co-ordination….started the RAT hoopla again….Every 5 minutes someone would shout that there is rat here…and there….Finally Kamath Miss got all pissed off….and called the peon…The class was vacated and the peons went on RAT HUNT (Like treasure hunt)….Finally after 15 minutes,the peon caught the rat and threw it out of the window….Kamath Miss heaved a sigh of relief….But the moment we stepped inside the class the bell rang….WE ALL HEAVED A SIGH OF RELIEF ….
Well….when you fool around with Teachers it’s understandable….But when you do the same with the School principal…You have guts….Ya,sure guts we had!!!!….We were in 10th Standard,when our Principal out of respect for Class teacher(and actually our Class Teacher was the only person in whole school whom we were afraid of) decided to take History Classes for us (Normally Principal never took classes)….So there we were…The naughtiest class in school siting in the classroom and trying hard to act decent in front of the Principal of the School….Actually for week we did succeed in doing that….But then we got bored acting so nice….More than we were frustrated by the way,our Principal taught….She had peculiar style of teaching….Everyday she would revise whatever she taught the day before and then start afresh…So ultimately what happened was that even after a week…We just stuck with the 1857 revolution which had started a week back…Then one day we observed that when one of our classmates was coughing….Madam would stop until He stopped coughing….There,our devil brains started working again…So from the next day began our daily ritual of COUGHING our heart’s way out After-all we were kids !!!….Our Principal tried to adjust for week with our persistent sneezing…But ultimately she complained to our Class teacher (Imagine a School Principal complaining to the Teacher that Students don’t let her teach )….So the next day,Our Teacher got us Halls tablets and distributed it in the whole class….Warned us all that we should not catch Cold
There are so many memories that bring back smiles and tears that this one post would not suffix…So there are definitely many more post to follow where I’ll share all those funny but the best moments of my Life….spent at my most favorite place in this world…MY SCHOOL…..I don’t know about my future….But wherever I go….However far away…..No one can steal these moments from me !!!
How many times Do we think before doing anything???…..I read this article and found it worth sharing……..This story is from the point of the unknown author…..Hope you all understand the message behind this short story…..
I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old..
The Cashier said, ‘I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ”Uncle, are
you sure I don’t have enough money?”
I counted his cash and replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.” The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. ‘It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so
much . I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY.
I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.’ His eyes were so sad while saying this.
‘My Sister has gone to be with God.. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister…”
My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: ‘I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I
come back from the mall.’ Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me ‘I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won’t forget me.’ ‘I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.’ Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly….
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. ‘Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?”
‘OK’ he said, ‘I hope I do have enough.’ I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: ‘Thank you God for giving me enough money!’
Then he looked at me and added, ‘I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so
that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!” ‘I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.’
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the
life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever…
The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a
drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Please DO NOT DRINK & DRIVE.
The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not in what they are capable of receiving…..
I have spent my life time thinking “Why is Money so very important“….How can this piece of paper possibly have the power of changing our mindset…our heartfelt desires….and carve our future…..Why is that we always bow down to the practicalities….and forget what we really want from our life….Why is that the world challenges our decisions….and at times even makes us feel so small for it…Why is that parents usually take into account the laurels of other kids….But fail to recognize their own kids merits???
Limitless questions….But few answers….My parents always said that they knew what was best for me….But I was an absolute rebel…. and most importantly “I KNEW WHAT WAS BEST FOR ME!!!!”….They wanted to see their daughter as a Doctor….But I choose a different path….Convincing them was very difficult….But get MONEY into the picture….And your parents will agree to your most outrageous plans….They just need to be convinced that what ever career you have chosen will give returns for the money that has been invested into education….So…here I’m…..Pursuing my dream of finding out new things by being Ph.D research scholar….By doing so,I partially fulfilled my parent’s desire of having the title “Doctor” before my name….But somewhere in the attempt to please them….I lost some of my heart felt desires…..So.today let me rewind some moments of my life….Look back and discover….”3 Jobs which I had pursue If MONEY didn’t matter”…..
I just love colors….loved fusing them….playing around with their fusions….Rainbow is my absolute favorite….Because it has all primary colors of the palette….I just loved to reflect the hues of the sunset….to paint the enigmatic sands of beach….felt the kiddish joy on sketching the children playing in the garden….Painting was my passion…my way of relaxing….to ease all worries….to immerse myself into the sea of colors….and forget about everything else….Wish I could get those days back….How I wish that I could afford to be less pragmatic about my life and have the luxury of pursuing my dream of being painter….I don’t know if I would ever be that good in research work….But I can vouch out for the fact that I would have been better PAINTER!!!
Second option on the cards was….Telling stories….Yes weaving human emotions in such way that they touch others life and heart was always my dream (actually it still is…That’s the reason for the existence of this blog)….Writing gives me the opportunity to share my innermost thoughts….It acts as therapy for me….Because when I write,I get to express myself at different level….When I need to convince someone of my story,I need to be very sure of the things that I say and write….So that means “I SHOULD PRACTICE WHAT I PREACH”…..The words that I write and the hidden meanings behind them should be useful to all….So all the hard work that goes into writing a story actually is process….I had say it is a process of enlightenment…..I may not be Mahavira or Buddha…..But if I could help to improve others life by weaving stories that changes their outlook towards handling problems….That gives me a great sense of satisfaction….So all in all….If money didn’t matter (because writing stories is not difficult…But convincing Publisher to actually publish your work surely is)….Then no doubt I would have been a WRITER!!!!
Third and last option would be being close to Nature….Apart from capturing colors on canvas I also love to click pictures that portray the enigmatic eclipses of Mother Nature….The sight of varied reds and violets on the horizon at sunset….getting a closer shot of the wings of the butterfly….capturing the water droplets on the petals of flowers….gives me immense pleasure!!!….It can be a bit tricky at times when you try capturing objects in constant motion like fluttering humming birds or butterflies which would not stop for second….But the ultimate joy of getting the perfect shot after running around after them….Can never be compared with anything else!!!….The best part is that at times I get to discover things that are absolutely new….So,if not a painter or writer….Then I would have been a WILD LIFE PHOTOGRAPHER!!!!
Hope that day comes…When money would not count the moments of joy….But inner satisfaction would….When I would not be a part of the rat race….and would be able to live my life as per my own terms!!!!