Tuesday, March 10, 2015

A New Life

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Life has always been a Roller Coaster and it will always be. I believe it is not only for me, but for everyone. Be it a superhero like Iron Man or pick any common man, it is and will always be a Roller Coaster.

We never feel enough with whatever we have in our lives. Of course that is how our human nature is, our psychology is and I’m no different.

I was in college and I was returning to my hostel in a bus, along with one of my friends. It was almost dark and we were late and hungry too.

“I’m hungry bro!” I said and turned towards him. “Yeah man! Me too” he replied and got back the novel which he has borrowed from the local library. It was at least two more hours for us to reach our hostel and that was the day I learnt, time and hunger are no one’s friends. We reached a stop where we got down the bus and were walking towards a place from where we can catch another bus to reach our destination.

“Dude, do you have money?” I asked and started checking my pockets. He found some in his pockets and I found a little amount in my bag. Collectively we had 10 bucks and it was enough for us at point of time.

We soon went to a shop near by an d bought a big sweet piece of bun called ‘bun maska’ and started sharing it. We finished almost half of the piece of bread we bought while walking towards the next bus stop and it was so tasty that we started arguing over who is going to get the large. We both were hungry and we both wanted to eat more.

After a couple of minutes we reached a crossing and we were waiting for the signal to go red so that we cross the road. Surprisingly the debate for the larger share was still on and then we saw a man of our age lying on a small piece of cloth on the road. He was physically challenged and that situation was so moving that we decided to give him the larger share of our bread to him. He accepted to take it and smiled. He dint speak and we weren’t expecting him to, but he just smiled. The happiness of sharing that bread with him has filled our stomach. We felt like we were full.

That might seem a very small decision but that was one of the decisions which inspired us to help others. After that incident we have grabbed any possible opportunity to help the one in need. That incident helped us in starting a new chapter in our life, helping the needy.

I have recently joined an CSR organization too and it is altogether a different experience to be with those kids from homes we visit. Those kids changed the way I look at life. They have a little with them but they are always happy and they are always ready to share their happiness with everyone around them.

Thank you, Housing.com for this wonderful opportunity to share our experience.

You can all know more about Housing.com and go start a new life from the following link:

https://housing.com/.

Embedded below is a wonderful video by them.

Monday, March 09, 2015

Dance, Dance, Dance!!!

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The mud in my head and the dirt on my pants.

I'm never allowed to bed with the dust on my hands.

There's just sweat and sweat from all my glands.

When Mom asked me, "Show me your hands."

I gave her my hand and said, "Dance, Dance, Dance!!!"


This post is a part of Five Sentence Fiction Activity -- Spoiled at LillieMcFerrin.com

Friday, March 06, 2015

That kid taught me!

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It was just another Saturday morning in the city of Hyderabad and yes, I was as usual wandering by making a deal with one half the inner me that I was jogging for a better health and the other half says, "Dude! Make it fast. You don't want to miss that butter dosa after you jogg or whatever you call this." I had the same butter dosa just the day before that and I was worried if I was going to miss it that day because I woke up late and that is because of the late night movie I watched the other night. 

Well, that was not just me. I looked at the hundreds of people around me and every single person had a thought which clearly shows the worry or a pinch of tension which tells them that they don't have enough in their life and they have to run, run for life or run for money. 

I went with all those mixture of thoughts for half a kilometer I stopped at a place just to look around and see the beauty of the rising sun. To my surprise I saw not one, but two suns that morning. Surprised? Yes! I saw one rising in the East and the other sitting on the footpath, selling newspapers in his school uniform and with his school bag hanging on his shoulders. Yet not complaints, no regrets but just beautiful smile whenever someone bought a newspaper from him.

I had seen one of the purest forms of smiles in the worlds that day. 

I'm not the kind of the person who reads a newspaper out of interest. But that day, I was sure that I was not going to read but I bought one from that kid. "How much?" I said. "Three rupees, bhaiyaa" he said and got back to arranging his small box, which had a little money. I gave him a five rupee coin and when he tried giving me the remaining amount, I said "keep it". 

"Why are you in a school uniform?" I asked. "I will sell these newspapers and go directly to my school from here" he answered. I had goosebumps! I asked the kid neither his name, the name of the school where he was studying nor the reason behind selling newspapers that early morning. I just dint. That kid taught me a lesson that day. It was all magical and spiritual for that moment.

That kid taught me, "No life is tough, no life is easy. It is you, who makes it what it is. Believe in yourself, have faith in yourself and spread the smiles."Me being a kid who never read a newspaper or even had bother to buy one had a very blessed life with all the luxuries and yet I was there complaining about the things that I dint have in my life and worrying about the morning butter dosa I was going to miss.


That kid had a positive attitude in life, filled with optimism and he taught me a lesson that I could never forget.

I'm not sure where that kid is and who that kid is, but I thank him in this post for the motivation he gave me that day and I just wish him the best of luck for his future.

This post has been written for https://housing.com/lookup


Another forgotten poem from my scribbles

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Oh my God! It seems like my mail box is resurrecting all the forgotten scribbles.

I found another one yesterday and yes, I'm happy that I found it :)

I wrote this when I knew that one of my friends was missing us badly and was mentioning how we used to enjoy when we were together!

Here's it goes:
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Un lamhon ko kaise bhula payenge hum,
Jiske wajeh se bhul paaye hum bohat se ghum.

Bas faasle hi hain, jo thodi si badi hain,
Par tere yaadon se meri dil toh bhari hain.

Jab tak mujhe yaad aayegi tumhaari,
In aansuonse rahegi meri samjhouta jaari

Woh hasi mazaak tumne jo sabko baata hain,
Unke bina toh humaare zindagi mein sirf sannata hain

Un lamhon ko kaise bhulenge hum,
Jiske wajeh se bhul paaye hum bohat se ghum.

Monday, February 16, 2015

A forgotten poem from my scribbles!

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Was going through the drafts folder in my mail box and I happened to find this poem. I don't even remember when I wrote this but yeah, I'm happy that I found it :)

There you go!

Abhi aur tutne ki himmath nahi hain hum mein..

Jitna tutna tha, usse jyada hi tukde kiye hain..

Lagta hain kabhi apne bikhre tukdon ko reth na kardu..

Ab karen bhi toh kya, apne aap ko tabah na kardu..


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Poetic mood :)

Thursday, February 05, 2015

He wasn't

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He wasn't villainous at all, but he became one in my life.

He wasn't scary at all, but he scared me to death when I knew he's gone.

He wasn't willing to to be gone, but I knew one day he will.

He wasn't the person I'd love, but he became one.

He wasn't... he just wasn't!

I will do it

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It's my desire to rise!.

It's my struggle to fight the shiver!

It's my will to get past the wilt and I will do it!