Why we are the way we are?

While reading the daily newspaper,I quickly  turned to page no 10,the second favorite!I live with a habit that if I don't get things from beginning I move to the end!For several times,I applied this tactic in my exams where after looking around for few seconds, I  inaugurated  the question paper with the last question;and believe me I scored well most of the time..!So,while looking at the headlines of The Times Of Ideas,I came across some intense ones like: Fuelling The Growth Story-Budget 2010 seeks to consolidate gains and push ahead strongly.. wow;Going For Feelgood-Budget is a well round effort at economic management..sounds superb;Women's reservation Bill gets the cabinet's nod... hmmm  better!I folded the newspaper vapidly to look for sacred space and the speaking tree.The speaking tree has always been  a tranquil flame.Today,it glows asking:Why we are the way we are?

I read each line of the article deeply.It says -

Whichever way you have 'become',you have only created and cultivated a small part of it consciously.A large part of you is unconscious because most of what you perceive is not your awareness.Whatever information our senses gathers is stored in the mind to be remembered forever.It's only because the information is coming in such torrents,it is so complex and goes into you without consciousness that it has made you the way you are without letting you know what you actually want to be like.What you need to do is to collect the information,understand it,refine it and embellish it in your own way.

A lotus grows best wherever there is dirt.Either you can resist the dirt;you can become the dirt,or transform it into a wonderful blossom.

If unpleasant things have happened to you,it is all the more important  that you turn wiser and more beautiful as quick as possible,because you know the pain of unpleasantness.

Back to old days..Thanks Prasoon!

Its been a lovely day today! I met my oldest buddy... for a moment it felt like I am back to my school days;dawns  I used to wake up,study a bit -so- hard (as all says its good time to study,your mind is in some way less cultivated.!),then get ready for my daily ride to school which was near some theater(c/d Geeta),the open ground made up of a form of soil called dust that when you devote the nation with attention, your polished shoes turns dilapidated,the queues involving the talks of homework done or not,class test if any ,or the appetizing gossips ,the classroom  that had no particular location, weather reports being a deciding factor: if its raining it can be inside a room with tin plates at the top that we could feel the blaze of rains and  if its a cold day and sunlight is an urgency,it had to be unquestionably at the terrace..I love it in all the ways!No matter whether we sit on wooden benches or a sack made of matting,it was our class,it was my class,my childhood class,where I first  learned :

School is my temple,Teacher is my God,

Or Twinkle twinkle little stars,that whenever I feel low and listless,I look at them and my eyes starts twinkling again..

Or that Johny Johny yes Papa,... Ha Ha Ha..I can always be smiling with ha ha ha

Life is made of so many moments,each being so distinctively decorated that you think a while whether these moments are made of you,or you are made of them...

Am I lost?

Am I lost or this is just a phase causing the storm!Everything is so merry around but still I am striving hard for contentment!Things look simple,and yes they are but still I live in despair! Why?Asking my heart/head( as both are muddled right now so can't go prefer any) I got an answer: you are a fool; stop expecting the intelligence out of you!Am I really?Not actually!Fools too have numerous categories(think think....) and no fool admits that he belongs to any of these.So here is a proof that I live with an intelligent  head, a little hollowed by longing success-faced failures and of course a heart that knows to share,care and smile...Then why I am lost?May be because,I am dare enough to choose my own ways,follow most of them and finally end up making a complete circle! Then embellishing it with my angelic cries,salty tears,remembering and gathering all those pushy days when I never gave up! Isn't trying something in this up-to-the-minute world?

I am not what I am and I doubt that those twigs of hope that sometimes rooted me deep inside will ever blossom or this simplexed world of mine will come to an end thinking something , thinking everything.

On the way

Once upon a time,

I was born-

blithe,buoyant,

cheerful,cherry,

I was flowered merry.

I still remember,

my layette,

my dummy.....

that angelic voice of mine,

learning one to nine.

I still remember,

those days of my school,

when I had to stand on a chair or stool

(as there wasn't any podium and

I was small,

though still i m not much tall),

reciting

and articulating,

the learned words for my nation,

filled with sole passion.

I remember,

I still remember,

how it felt,

leaving,

all my friends,

with whom,

once I shaked hands;

I remember

my second school,

where,

everyone was good,

but only me fool,

how hard it was,

only I know;

Life is like that,

sometimes,

looking back,

makes you cry,

so much,

but then you  live life,

as such.

I remember,

I still remember,

those days,

when I was,

all alone,

no friends,no phone,

bot just lone;

battling,

shattering;

finding my ways,

to reach atleast,

somewhere,

somehow,

I remember,

I still remember..

I remember,

I still remember,

my salad days;

when I learned to live

my world,

my own ways;

blue sky,

twinkling stars,

moonlight,

I lived,

my world,

so bright;

I call "him"

my life.

I remember,

I still remember...

I remember,

I still remember,

my new friends,

turned old now;

those bands,

of friendship

that we used to share,

to express,

a little of,

how much we care.

I remember,

I still remember,

the days,

not far gone;

but left me wounded

and lone,

those moments,

of togetherness,

are deep inside,

I wish,

you could always,

be right beside;

I remember,

I still remember

the Parle-G,

we once,

shared with tea.

Life is a short

journey,

lived long,

In the shades of life,

let's sing a song;

only memories,

last forever,

live life,

like you did never.

Love all...

I remember,

I still remember..