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.

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..!

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.

Few good people

It really surprises me to find how world retains so less good human beings. Those who endeavour to stay good are compelled to give up, those in quandary-who can't tell how their conscience ought to be, end up caressing the corrupt while some beseech assistance from the erroneous ones and sell their souls to the devil himself.

“We need good human beings real bad. We need to get out and search for such souls and place them at positions which demands honesty.”

It is sometimes dubious while dealing with someone whether that person could be trusted or not while we get elated when we know the person concerned could never possibly be a back-stabber. It gives you immense pleasure to know that you are engulfed by good beings. You try not to get out as how amicable it all seems, how serene the environment becomes, how heavenly you feel by your surroundings, how truthful lies appear to be. But after a while reality stiffens on your countenance, stares hard at you and there you discover yourself falling again into the abyss you were earlier in, pondering over the conspicuous facts, wondering how evil the world is, how ugly the pit is, how contemptuous are the people who live only for themselves. The walls of the trough you are in are stained by the blood of the souls of the good, while the bodies of the fraudulent beings dangle over your head giving you the worst nightmares a slumber could offer. You crave for those few good people whom you had encountered earlier. How well they manifested their world and you took it as if it all were a part of reality. You took their veracity for granted and fell face forward into that hollow. You brood over what went wrong and where does your altruism stand in this world of rapacious tongues.
All you can do is apprehend and endure waiting for that soul to lighten you up once again, albeit giving you an evanescent visit but also some of your life's memorable moments which you could nourish for years to come. You wish there were more like him or her but you know, however, the ugly fact-'this is life'.

Smote on d door .... and there is misery again !!!

I don't comprehend why everytime my life appears to be in good shape......there is alwayz 'woe' knocking on my door....forcing me to once again sadden my soul....compelling me towards grief once again.This isn't something unusual coz it happens to everybody and that is a part of life.But everytime this thing happens and I stand at the ingression with the door wide open I'm always surprised to see that 'Woe' has brought his companions along with it.They rush in with joy.....which is a factor I long for in those dubious moments where I stand dazed checking myself out........... brooding over the plight I'm put in.....How was I few moments ere ? How I am forced to metamorphose in a blink ? How fickle life is ???
There is hardly anything I can do in such a situation except to pretend -"I'm as normal as I was the day before". This grief then shatters my soul .......They party out at my place and I'm annihilated......I find myself perished eventually .......!!!!
Y does that happen to me ??? Does that happen to everyone ?? Do they feel the same way when grief comes in unannounced ?? I ponder over this fact and all I can gain is exactly 'nothing'......I come up with exactly no solution.....I'm still impelled towards the door .....it could be anybody afterall......!!!!!

Time Bound

Its hard 2 fathom Y everything on dis planet is so time bound. Y can't we put as much time as we wish to, in a work we r allotted ? Whenever der is a job Y is it so dat we've 2 complete in a given amount of time. Y can't we simply take whatever time d work requires and also d tym we desire 2 complete d job provided we r cool wid it ?
It is really a fact 2 brood upon wid 1 possible explanation. The fact elucidates dat we've 2 die in the end. Our life span's fixed and hence if a person takes his time always in completing a job then probably he'd b discovering one day dat his life has ended quite early and dat his life span has shortened itself up.Hence the jobs in our life are all time bound.It makes a man out of us. To be punctual, to be agile...............and to be regular as well manifests the positive nature in a person.Everybody admires such a person coz it gives one a good picture entailing that person of how much lively his life might be if he's so punctual at everything.
2 b and 2 stay as a good human being is something which is required everywhere and dat is y everything is time bound.

2 Ways

I don't know why there has always been 2 ways leading at 2 different places in my life. There has been stages when I'm required to choose between the 2 and making the condition much formidable is the precedence that both of them retain. At such stages I've generally gone for both of the ways at the same time and that had caused me to pay. One cannot be at two places at the same time. Be it be the choice between two subjects Maths or Bio...........Be it be a choice between further studies and joining the University at the same time.........They 've always forced me 2 pay and I've lamented over it once I've gone through the path.
I don't want such paths to open up out of the blue in front of me thus stupefying me .......controlling me into choosing both .........where I fail to point out which one's a better one. I'ven't encountered ever since a situation thus again but even if I did come across the scenario I might not 've recognised it and simply, probably, might 've chosen the best.