Tuesday, August 24, 2010

A sick man's friend


It is certainly hysterical when you find there is nobody to turn to and everyone who cares about you are standing far away from you and there is nothing that they can do in order to make you feel alright.I had such a moment where loved ones kept on calling to ask me about my well being while the cronies with whom I've been living for many days were nowhere to be found.They had some serious 'concocted-issues' of their own.It seemed to me,the moment, as if I was in my deathbed and was ready to succumb to my pain and yet I wasn't totally ready as I wanted somebody to heal me as well.Actually I was suffering from a high fever but my head as well as my limbs hurt like hell.While I summoned my guys who 'hang-around' they manifested a reason and put forth excuses of why they were busy. Probably the idea of assisting me in my condition was not, I guess 'fruitful', to them. I was totally helpless and was really looking for an assistance. That hour being an odd one I didn't have any other choice but to suffer quietly.
When the pain became unbearable I called upon my mom and dad. Albeit I disturbed their sleep but their words were like antidotes to me.The love and care and not to forget the concern,they imparted though it was on the phone seemed as if they were golden words falling to liberate me from my miseries. I started feeling much better although the pain persisted. My distant bosom cronies kept on calling showing their concern every now and then but what else they possibly could do ?
However the real help which ought to come from the ones that engulf me in my friend circle 'here' were nowhere to be seen.I was disheartened although sympathy found me at last but where the hell was empathy when it was most needed ?
I found myself crying out for help and there was none around.I cursed the place I was in, cursed the mess I was in and cursed my fate as it was certainly pulling me down with it.Soon a friend I had forgotten in a while showed up at my door and he came to my rescue.He sewed me up as I had found myself bestrewn by the agony I kept inside me.He gave me a massage that I badly needed. Gradually I felt I was feeling better as the gyp began to wane. I was really grateful to him and thanked him for his presence. It appeared to me as if I had been summoned from the dead.
It is certainly stupendous to discover how things of little importance turn out to be your real life-saver while the things which you like the most and wish them to never part away from you always reproach you and eventually turn your back towards you.One should never forget those little things of importance which although not in the picture might bounce back every now and then to assist you whenever you feel it is the end.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Guys like Gandhi



As a kid we used 2 fool around sayin stuffs !!! lik i used 2 say " in d past lyf i must have been a revolutionary myself lik Bhagat Singh !!! " ....... As a youth I've alwayz embraced violence....as d adrenaline keeps on pumpin after all !!! Even 4 a sec I had ne'er thought o' d possibility I could b Gandhi ( thinkin o' dat is dumb I no' but dats not d point ). 'Non-Violence can win wars' dis adage certainly is lika miracle in itself. I'd neva hav bn able 2 do wat he did......no human could've done it.....coz dat act was certainly a heavenly act.....which took care o' d British as well as our country eventually.....and not a single man was harmed.....!!! We'd 've done it otherwise .....!! (Pathetic our style !!! Ain't it ?? )
But broodin over d past consequences really makes us mournful coz d lives dat we had lost culd've been possibly saved had Gandhi popped up a lil' earlier in d 17th century !!! Guys lik Gandhi happen wen tyranny F**ks up Big tym !! Wish 2 hav guys lik Gandhi in our country prior 2 chaos so dat harm culd b shooed off as sun as dey r smelt..!

Sunday, August 8, 2010

The Impotent Man

It is funny how things work in this world. Firstly, man is so impotent and making the matters worse is the fact that fellow souls try to take an advantage of it. They tread upon the feelings of the meek and try to dominate the world. Secondly, man cannot really surpass a limit, a confinement laid forth by unknown.
It is a tendency of any living being to reign and this brings forth a competition, a futile race where two things are sure to happen - Someone is supposed to be triumphant while someone is supposed to be vanquished. Still we take part in the race because the results remain hidden. The consequence could bring unprecedented outcomes. To take part in the pleasure of the race is itself pacifying and to live that fun we topple our fellow beings irrespective of how close they might be.