Life's Like That...!!!

HE will keep testing you from time to time and you will see lots of UP's and DOWN's......try to never give up, you will definitely succeed in HIS test.....

Isn't time Running Out

Friday, April 29, 2016

WORDLESS...!!!



Sometimes the mind is so much confused that you sit for hours just looking at the ceiling fan, or holding a pen-diary or maybe a laptop in front of you just scrolling through random websites without reading or noticing anything, but you don't scribble anything, not a single word. 


PS:A state of mind in which a everyone often goes.


Saturday, April 23, 2016

Prison of Illusion...!!!



Yin and yang with all the ifs,
Her heart was still soft inside, yet so stiff.

In the system she is happy to be,
Or just seems to be?

Restrictions by the society,
Suppressed her skills of great variety.

Forced to be covered in many veils,
It looked like she was in a life-long trial.

All her youth, they trained her to work like slave,
All her life serving others and making them happy she goes to grave.

Thanks to this, society was dying,
But this couldn't make her stop from her will of flying.

No-one was helpful, when she tried to step out,
Instead, they tried holding her in their clouts.

Resistance couldn't hold her, success came to her,
As with every action of hers the world got stirred.

She proved that she was gallant,
Proved she is superior to man, she was a soldier so valiant.

The same who used to presume she was designed only to be a housekeeper,
Nothing worked for them as she acheived success proving others' thoughts just creepier.

Coming out of prison of illusion,

She proved that what stops us is nothing but a prison of delusion.

For those assuming it's a man's world,
Remember it would be nothing without a woman or a girl.




PS: Sketched this long time back and then wrote this. Somehow forgot to post it. Here it is. Title of the poem was as suggested by one of my friends, Lucifer.

 

The Identity - Dreamystified



So many veils not to reveal what resides within me,
Among all the chaos of conflicting thoughts I see.
Narrowing my vision to gain clarity,
To know what's right and meant to be.
You took my hand to bring me back to reality,

Only to see all is hidden from visibility.
Time favors to pose a self that's not real me.
All innocence shall now go for a toss,
Greed is the need, ignorance is beauty,
Confining to world's barrier is the safety.
Close all doors, not let a thought to show my identity.
Is this the world that's synonymous to harmony?
Oh soul, what's surviving is the heartless me.





PS: This is the first guest post by a very good friend of mine who goes by the pen name: Dreamystified. After a lot of convincing she finally agreed to send me few of her writings. Here is one of them from her based on one of my sketches.



 

Monday, March 7, 2016

Creativity needs time. Nurture it, Don't murder it...!!!



The day a parent stops a kid from doing something which he/she is good by giving a reason that "There is no future in it, it's a time waste", the same day the creativity within a child has been murdered brutally.


video

Go to a kid of 1st or 2nd grade and ask them to paint anything, they will start doing it without thinking of outcome. Now go to 12th grade and ask them to do the same, majority will say they don't know. They both might not be good, but the 1st graders are at least not afraid of doing it. By the time they reach 12th grade, they have been judged so many times that even if they're good at something they'll give up on that believing that they are not good at it. Culprit is society or people around us. Victim is the person who is made to believe that he/she is not good at doing it.

This is just one example that popped up my mind after watching the video and a millions of other examples can be quoted.

The society we live in has forced us, at least majority of our current generation, to think in terms of what the society will say if they go wrong. We have been afraid of presenting ourselves as a failure to the society and end up sacrificing our dreams and desires. We are totally kept away from the fact big success is always followed after few failures. Only thing we're told is that even if you're not happy, then also build something good to present and show-off in the society. The consequences are: 1) Compromising our happiness for doing something which can keep our reputation high in our social circle; 2) Joining a job and getting a salary for which we don't at all fancy, but we do it just because our parents/relatives can boast the same among their circle(the circle in which we don't know a single creature).

Why do we end up sacrificing our passion, killing our dreams and murdering our talents for some people in our parent's social circle whom we don't know? I think all of us know the answers. I don't need to say it out loud.

Initially, youngsters don't think about it at all and join a job which is paying them some money according to the career and education their parents have provided them without their consent. Yes, the education choice in India is forced on the kids by their parents. It is hardly seen that a kid chooses his own choice of stream for studies because of the pressure from his/her family. Mostly for Indians, it is "Engineering" or "IAS". Initial days for most of them are like a dream come true with a few hours of work in the office, free from studies and exams, no more classes to attend to, every month at the end a salary will come which they'll use in partying for next whole month and most important one, no parent checking for their expenditure because they don't have to ask for money from home. This enjoyment phase goes on for few months or a year, then they get split into 2 categories:


1) The thinkers, one who starts wondering about their life;
2) The family guys, one who get married early.

Lets go category wise:


Category 1, the thinkers: These guys start wondering about life but couldn't figure out anything in the initial days. They won't be able to focus in office. They start feeling weird staying both at home and office. At the end they start trying out various things and in the end some end up doing higher studies, some choose totally different career(not sure if satisfied) and finally everyone is forced to fall in the second category by their parents.That's India, isn't it? ;)

Category 2, the family guys: Immediately after they start earning, these guys  are made to get married by their families. So they don't get time to think. End of discussion.


Comparison: The end result might be same for both of them in an Indian society but the thinkers seems better off. They at least, if lucky, get a chance to explore their careers and try something new and different. They at least try to see themselves somewhere before getting under the burden of responsibility of handling a family. Honestly, as far as I know, very few of the lucky ones, after getting involved in the family at the early age have been able to pursue their hobbies.



Again, as I have done earlier, I'm saying it again and appealing it to the parents of Indian society "I totally understand that there is a pressure on the kid of earning and supporting the family and I also totally understand why you force them into a career like engineering even if they don't want any such thing, but at least do your kid a favor by not stopping him from pursuing his hobbies in the past time. In due time those hobbies will be really helpful in figuring out things. Who knows that he might end up pursuing his career in the field he likes and also be happy at the same time rather than be unhappy and pursue something forcefully just because he has been forced to do so by his parents? I'm sure you'd like your child to be happy, won't you? So please, nurture the creativity, don't murder it."


PS: I recently started working on my hobby of sketching. Believe me that it is real fun to see the end result. I know it is not perfect but it is more satisfying when I go to bed than the job I've been doing to earn money. Honestly I never felt excited about the salary, I've always been seeking for satisfaction which I think I'm getting now.

PPS: Why am I writing this post is because few of my friends asked me how come out of nowhere I started doing these things. I had to explain them that in my free time I used to do them without anyone's information and why I'm improving in these is because I've not let these passions in me get murdered just because someone wanted and made me do something else.

Monday, February 29, 2016

The Sound of Silence...!!!



Nothing feels right,
To me, apart from myself, everyone around looks light.

Life feels weird,
Everyone around makes me feel smeared.

I try to work out the things,
Tried for satisfaction, but for it, as of now not a single bell rings.

I've lost all focus, be it work or be it studies,
Where is my future heading that's what one of my ultimate worries.

Is this life playing tricks?
Is this the reason I feel like asking "Why do I even exists?"

Looking for help, I use distractions like sketching, cartoons, books and poetry,
But these are short lived 'coz when they are over I realize I'm again surrounded by misery.

The person I wanna be with won't talk,
Forget about having a blissful evening walk.

It really feels disheartening, when your only mistake is by making a strong friendship built,
The person you called friend gives you a feeling of guilt.

The sound of silence is something that really haunts me,
But again its silence that I look for solace and moments of glee.

Nothing really works, not even crying,
It feels like my head is in a pan put for frying.

Opening my heart and talking for hours,
Soothes me but just for another hour.

I wake up early 'coz my nights are getting shorter,
The things which used to help me, are no more cozy and warmer.

To me, it feels like a void has been created,
I seriously wish "Can I have a wormhole created?"

Certainly not this universe,
But for me, will the parallel one be more diverse?

Go to a alternate reality, that's what I wanna try,
Hoping that after leaving this universe, the new one also won't make me cry.

It might not end up troubling me,
I just hope the alternate reality won't give a feeling of despicable me.



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PS: Another post on my quarter-life crisis :)



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