the perfect life.
the life having no worries,the life having no tensions.
each time we get tangled into problems.we cry out-God!..why don't i have a perfect life??
and its true that at that point of time,we glancingly peep into other person's life,and then curse our life way more than we were cursing it earlier.
we have problems.
sometimes,we want them to be shared,to get sympathies.
and sometimes,we don't.the reason may be embarrassment,or the fear of getting laughed on,
is it really true that someone,somewhere,in this world may be deprived of all the problems?
every one, whether he is a rock-star or a 50 lakh per month earning freak,,DO have problems.
a surgeon is not sure that the patient he is going to operate on will be alive after the surgery or not?
a normal person always have a fear whether he would be able to cross the heavy traffic road without getting injuries or not?
the examples are many,but in some sense,the conclusion is same,
the whole world rounds about and point towards only one aspect-CREED TO BECOME BETTER.
the problems we face,do gives us the experience to face similar in the future.It some what makes us immune.
ready to fight it off the next time.
DREAMING and DOING.
that what makes one get what he wants.
it is worth thinking that how life would be without problems and mistakes?
if we wouldn't had sipped the ink from the pilot pen in the 5th class,would we be able to know how to correctly use the pen?
the same theory goes with exams,if we would have had failed in one,would we able to experience and realize the consequences?
make mistakes,and learn from them.
so what if you are fat or too much lean?
so what you are not the one getting top position,
so what if you fail to complete the task which you set to complete today?
so what if our life is not beautiful and lovely same as we wanted it to be?..still there is some hope and irregularities that we work and strive to align towards betterment!
and thats the thing which keeps us going.
challenges,and experiences,
have them
nourish them
and actively participate in them
Because you also dream of a perfect world :)

:)

PEOPLE.

different people.

some effect us,some just passes bye.

they have contrasting characters,

different personalities.

thats what makes them distinct.

they are connected.
connected by a link,

the link,unknown,
hidden and astound.

everyone is a Dorian grey in itself....
..
they strive..
...
INCORPORATIONS

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 PROJECTIONS,

..reality,..,,,..

.

..

,

IMPACT.!

when a small child holds ur hand,

when someone compliments you,

when someone becomes angry when they dnt get what they want from you,,,(Expectations).

when someone looks in your eyes...

when some1 texts you aking about your well being

when u get hugged..

A SIMPLE GESTURE...

everyone have descended for a motive.

a motive to make their own space,make their own footsteps.

but why is it that they get fainted?...umm...competition?well....is it really righteous?

is it really well deserving to even think to step into another's shoes?

'WE'.

we are the people,

we forget things.

we make mistakes.

we BLAME..

we get blamed.

..

we feel bad.

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we ecstasies.

we feel good.

we feel BLESSED.

:)

the ultimate feeling of acceptance.love,liveliness,empathy.

this is what we are born for.

listen,inculcate,feel.....BREAK FREE.

after all,life is short,have more rains than tears :)

.

and thats what we call 'life'

DELHI.

the city of 11,680,000 people(wiki :P )thousands of culture.,hundreds of religions,awesome places to hangout.

this is enough information to lure any fugitive mortal to get attracted.

the city has many aspects,many faces.

last week i went to north Delhi for my big big entrance exam,

discovered many things which was yet unknown to me.

that bite of Delhi was unprecedented, yet fascinating.

their are many things that combines all the factions of Delhi,well ya..one of it is a metro.

with all the cheer n gloom of 'soon to be world class' city,their are many things which gets unnoticed.

i remember,it was last month,when i was coming back from my usual route,i went to explore the top most hospital/college of India-AIIMS,(where getting admition is more than a dream) and changed my route towards its back gate.

i went through many languishing sights.

the area was fully occupied by many people relaxing on there small piece of bed-sheet.some were enjoying their dinner while some were just sitting with an expression of tension on their face.

for small children,it was a playful venue,while for elders,it was an hard time to be struggled

their i saw a lady was sitting in a melancholy front with a small baby who's face was covered by an outmoded torn quilt.

it was a cold(some 12*c or so) and was a bit breezy evening.

a sudden urge stroke me and i went up to her to fetch my curiosity.

i asked her-kya hua?yaha kyu baethe ho?thand nai lag rahi?waiting room mai baeth jao(which is not in a good condition)

she-nai beta,bhara hua hai,aur hum jaese logo ke liye nahi hai.

i stood silent for sometime.

i asked her again-kya hua...aap yaha kyu aaye?

she removed the quilt from her child's face.

i was quite blown away from what i saw.

the child was barely 2-3 year old and had 'graves disease'.it is a disease which causes excessive bulging out of an eye due to some hormonal imbalances.

the poor child's eye was totally out of its orbit and was discharging pus.

soon she covered his face again.

i asked her-yeh kaese hua?kab se hai?

she said-yeh toh bhagwaan ka diya hai,

i didnt understood what she said.

she later told me that she was given a specific date by the doctors for the operation and now it was postponed because of unknown reason,

she had came from some far away remote area,and now was supposed to wait for almost 10 days for her child's surgery.

the whole experience left me thinking that is it fare whatever happened to her?

TODAY,i went to the same place.and what i saw was quite unbelievable.

that place was totally empty,.

it seemed like some big vacume cleaner must have maligned and gulped away all the human existence of that place.

i wondered where they have gone?

what must have happened to them?

was it like some magical stuff must have happened to cure their ailment or a god must have descended from the skies to ward off their misery?

maktub dx:follow your dreams.

'i dream a dream,that my dream came true'
the above line may look as philosophical,it may be taken as the li'l child's resoluteness or either may be interpreted as the cry of insane,well..everyone has a different prospective.
while coming back from a sacred place,this meteor of imagination and deep thinking hit my head,
for the first time,the quack of hen,barking of dog,playful voices of street children,hale of parantha shop,was suddenly or may be,,deliberately came out to be of certain importance.
everyone,from a dog to a man,strives to adorn a better being.every one, whether works in a pan shop,or in high class society,is attracted towards the gleamy charm.
everyone has got life.everyone tries to fit in, everyone,,in the end either gleefully of dismally fits into the cubicals meant for them,
they somehow,someway soothes their mind and cope up with what life has given to them n draws a big fake smile.
as of this age,its always wondrous fact that where we are destined to go?on which road our footsteps would leave a mark?
but the real question is whether it'd be deserved to be pacified or the world will end up giving a fake guffaw?
does following a dream is enough to persuade the triumphant future?no one knows...no one knows..
weaving a yarn of dreams is what we do,n its the only thing which could be done.
everyone does hard-work,pays full devotion at its best.
but why is it that not everyone ain't enough debonair?