Dare to be yourself

Just a day ago surfing the net I came across the painting of MONALISA. Quite some piece of art. I started digging more about it and its painter. Leonardo Di-Vinci. What an art. Worth appreciable. I kept wondering for a long time and few things caught my mind. After going through many pages, I noticed that the entire net is stuffed and loaded with its replicas. Its been copied and duplicated almost everywhere and on everything. Weird. It made me wonder. But there was hardly any other Leonardo. He has not been cloned yet. One and only in his class. Similarly life is like that. A painting is always a painters choice. Like there are lot of MONALISAS but cannot be two Leonardo da-Vinci. Be a painting or a painter is always in your hand. A painting is more renowned beautiful and ecstatic where as the painter are the naive people with less recognition and fame. A painting is always the consequence of a painters choice, he chooses the stokes colours and the style theme with his brush. He is the choice maker. He is the one who imagines and then create it. Still its us who want to be the painting and get hung in front of the public in the hall of fame. We get happy when people appreciate us, irrespective to the feeling that we are actually being priced. So why not try be the architect of the new social conscience.

Your loved one, your society, religion, community, and your company everyone wants to play a role of a painter in your life. But there is no point in placing your life in someone else’s hand and then cribbing crying and sobbing that you are not happy with your life. So better be assertive and decide it on yourself, and even if u choose to be the painting, remember that the canvas of your life cannot be used as experimentations by others. Our early years are like that white canvas. With colours filling in as we grow to our saneness. With countless colours and infinity strokes a picture starts blooming. Rarely the transformation of a child to an adult happens without tears. Its painful for everyone involved. If you succeed in becoming an adult you cry for leaving the child behind. And if u fail to become one you cry again. So either way u cry. But these are life’s way to evolving a new you. Every person u come across with has his own colour and stroke on u. Its now on you how u place it. Either tearfully become a painter or tearfully remain a painting. The world that cries when u begin will stop crying once when u start producing result.

Lord Mahavira said- “live and let live”. Christ said “love thy neighbour’s like you love thyself”. Even such messiahs have asked you to put yourself first and then the rest of the world. But a choice maker merely put self respect first before he attempts to respect others. You have only one life to live. Even if you are reborn, you will not be born as you. So don’t miss any chances, don’t miss yourself in you. Do whatever u feel like with your brush and strokes or be another MONALISA and get hung on a wall.

It is better to earn a name and live a good life than to earn a fame and live a bad life.

Dare to be yourself

Global Warming

Huh!! Finally I have started writing after staring this screen for so long. Good! And I hope the content turns out to be good as much as I waited to write it. Wonder where to start thats one problem I have always suffered before starting any topic. I stare at this blank screen so long that I often forget and get carried away for what I planned to write. I start with a thought open my page, start thinking and then something, and then something and something or the other. The link keep jumping from one thought to another , from one field to another. And I forget where I started from. Things become so funny when I start thinking Funny, mind plays some funny game with me. It will precisely not let me write what I want to write and will give me all shorts of thought which I dont wanna write but end up writing.But today its different I am all charged up, I have been asked by one of my friends to help her in a project over Global Warming. Cake walk. Its too easy for me since I am a social activist on a international platform, I can help her in no time and labour at all. Let me start, I think the world issues, like, global warming is seriously becoming a concern for all of us. The earth is heating up because we are careless, we turn on the air conditioner even when its pleasant enough outside, except my room, its seriously hot and humid here, and son of a gun my Ac isn’t working. Its sweating and humid here while I am writing all this to you. How will my ac work when we have a power cut for the major part of the day. Huh!! Damn these governors they are hardly bothered about us suffering this sultry weather. While they are sitting in their cool chambers munching chips and sipping tea. They sit and do nothing through out the day. Those lazy bums sit to snore and fart their way to glory whereas their stinking chairs drool on their obese figures. I once saw a fat guy trying to get up from a satiny seat in metro. It was a hilarious scene. I couldn’t hold on my laugh. I laughed for so long that I almost fell on the ground. I felt so recharged from that retarded guy. Funny, how someone’s puff can be someone’s laugh. I know its bad, we should never laugh on helpless people. But then again laughing is good for health. Its far more better than any medication or exercise. Laughing always helps your heart heal all the troubles and pains. It help u cheer up in bad times and help u forget all your blues. You can never stop the pain but you can suppress them with a good laugh. But that doesn’t mean you should keep laughing all the time, you’ll make a fool of yourself in public. As it is people has nothing to do but to keep an eye on others. They are so nosey all the time. What is to them if I roam in my house in my favourite Mickey mouse pants. What is to them if I have my room all messed or I sleep 3 in the night. They will show their concern as if I am a 9 year old kid. I know and I agree that sometimes they are genuinely concerned also. Like the other day when my parents were out for two night, they helped me with my meals and tea. They are so nice at times that they make me feel so proud of them. Wish they could get my cloths washed and pressed too. They have three servants working 24X7 for them. Hope they lend one of them to my house for my daily chores. Its so difficult for me to get up early in the morning after I have a long facebook sessions. I know facebook kills all the leisure time I have for me. Even 28 Hrs in a day would be less for me, with facebook around. And I don’t just kill my time over there I help my friends also. Like I was suppose to write about global warming for one of my friends project. GLOBAL WARMING!!! ???? HUH!!! .... DAMN IT!!

recycled Love

when nights are long and friends are few

i sit alone and think of you

with a lonely heart and a silent tear

all i wish is you to be here

then i realised how crooked i was

ruined the friendship by giving it a pause

guilty i am for what i have done

i gave you tears but smile none

now when i am concious of my guilt

and respect the love and friendship we built

there you are probably miles away

so much to feel but nothing to say

i am missing your arms around my neck

your running with anger but returning back

i am missing your smiles i am missing your tears

i am missing your presence right now right here

please come back oh my love! oh my life!

or hang me down or kill me with a knife

but don't pretend to be happy and gay

whereever you are staying miles away

rip my heart and see that its true

the pain is tremendous which i am going through

i'll sacrifise my life and donate my soul

but don't break ny heart you can take it as whole

let me hug you tight and say it together

i'll always be there for you forever and ever

you owe my life and always be my friend

lets start a story which will never have an end

Punchered

You have been the best , doesn’t mean you’ll always be

You have topped the rest doesn’t mean you’ll conquer me

All promises are broken and I am to be blamed

All desires are murdered and i am to be framed

Still you not satisfied and now you want to leave

Love is now a curse where only I am left in grieve

And now that you are gone , nowhere I could find

left for me all the sadness and darkness behind

I see myself in mirror and cannot stop to cry

And feel the pain and fear no matter how bad I try.

Every time I close my eyes I feel you inside

As if you are laughing and standing beside

I force myself to sleep, at least once in a day

So that I can be with you, even its a dream you say

I know not when the day starts , I know when its night

I know not what is wrong anymore I know not what is right

I feel a sting in my heart and I feel it all the time

May be its the HOLE you caused from where u slipped outside

I live only on breath now, because my heart has stopped to pump

It hasn’t even spoken to me, since the moment it got dumped

I keep thinking all the time and I think what to think

Than I think it is useless no matter whatever I think

To forget you I make new friends , go out and explore

But that makes the matter worse, coz then I miss you all the more

I miss you in every face and I miss you in every smile

I miss your nonstop chatter when we go on drive for miles

I miss your hands on me when I wake up in the sun

I miss you tickle me, make faces and have fun

I miss the loves we made, I miss the fights we had

I miss every word you said, no matter good or bad

Don’t know what to say now , am clueless what to do

I use to think of us, but now all I think is YOU

Why did you do this to me, why did u leave me alone

When you knew this very well that I cannot live on my own

I regret what has happened, will buy back all those days

I’ll mortgage my life I swear just tell me the price to pay

My friends laugh at me, they say “Get up buddy, Move on”

But they don’t know that I am dead since the moment you were gone

Today I worry for you baby, that tomorrow I might be on my knees

But will you get anyone now, who will love you more that ME?