The plight of poverty

The sparrow on the lowest branch of the tree chirped on seeing the dawn break into the sky casting bright rays of refreshing light. It was a chill morning, leaves embedded with diamond like dew drops, a very few people on the run and many snoring comfortably in their matresses. Rajan was one among the busy folks who was on his heels, delivering newspapers to each and every house in town. He was in bed with a high degree of fever last night, but as morning approached , he had no other go but to be up and about to earn something for the day. He sent his little sister to school and came back to work in the mechanic shed nearby for a few hours and then rush to school himself.He never seemed to mind about his ragged clothes and torn pair of sandals, he selflessly worked day and night only for his sister to live comfortably.

Rajan was only 13 years old, but his level of capability and acceptance towards life was immense, every person in town had admired him in some way or the other. He learnt to cook simple food from the house wives and learnt to work effectively, thus by saving time from the people he worked for. He also excelled in academics thus, by gaining the admiration of his teachers. That day was Rajan's school's annual day and he was about to recieve a prize for his exceptionally good work in academics.

He cheerfully delivered the news papers and rushed to the shed in order to pull an early shift and reach the school soon. As he hurriedly worked in his shed, pulling out the screws from the dusty wheels, removing the problematic silencers from the bikes and filling in punctured tyres with air, quite pleased with his job, Balan, the owner of the mechanic shed told him that he had done enough for the day and handed him a hundred rupee note and told him to return the next day.

He recieved the note with a smile on his face and rushed back home to change his dirty clothes and wear the fresh ones he had laundered at home. But on reaching home, he found his home ransacked, his tiny savings stolen, many rice grains shattered and his whole house looted. His sister was crouched in one corner with bloodied hands on her face and weeping sorrowfully about the plight she had to face. On seeing the house being looted, she had tried to defend their things, but alas, the theives had struck her head with a huge wooden stick and made their way with all her belongings. She slowly lost control of herself and dropped to the floor, blood surging from her skull.

He rushed her to the nearby hospital, but on seeing her, the doctors nodded their heads in hopelessness. She could not be saved as it was too late. Rajan knelt down to the hard floor and shed tears full of deep sorrow, after the incident had taken place, he had never returned to the town, to home or to school or to the weary shed.

Life will bring me back to you friends

Life is weird at times, at least to me, because even though time can not be reversed, we come back to the things which we had escaped from or left incomplete. We may not come back to the same school which we had studied, but may experience similar events which had previously happened there, a few years back in our lives. We might have experienced expired friendship or broken relationships and might feel heart broken about the tiny things which we had escaped or missed from enjoying... the silliest things our hearts had yearned to do...maybe for an example, say sorry to mend a broken friendship or say a HELLO to a friend who might be out of touch, or even to chat with a particular friend over a cup of coffee. Well, I personally feel that, if you are in guilt or are missing something that should've happened in your life and did not, do'nt be so because life will bring you back the person or thing or event you miss so badly.(or wanted to happen in case of an event)

I dedicate this to all my friends I miss right now and believe strongly that life will bring me back such people or similar ones to spend fun times with. :)

See what time has done to my companion from childhood

It has been so long since I took a pen to write my thoughts out, in fact, years. I used to write tiny poems about the rain and other lovely things in life when I was a child. Imagination had no bounds and time was no barrier to spill my feelings out to the world. But nowadays as years had passed by like milli seconds, I am tackling a lot of heavy weight problems and crossing hurdles, and the 24 hour time period seems so limited and I am slowly getting out of touch with writing. Writing whatever comes to my mind was one thick companion to share my feelings with and that green old diary and the lonely ink pen used to be my only means to pass time. I had written so many songs, a lot of stories and filled its pages with poems of mine. But now, I have neither got the time nor such level of creativity left to think about things in a beautiful way. Moreover, nowadays if I want to write something, I don't pen it but type it out virtually and post it to my blog or the facebook. Well, thats a part of it! But I dare not say that I feel equally satiated when I type my thoughts out when compared to writing it on that personalized diary in my own hand writing. This might feel really silly for those who are reading this now, but it is my personal opinion. And whatever I write is wholly not my own, I am being constantly helped by 'The Word' in my spelling mistakes, grammatical errors and other complex words and makes my work really presentable and easy to read. Now, you migt be wondering what is the problem in here? I totally agree with you, it is a boon in disguise. But this is the reason I do not feel satisfied like I do after writing a poem or a song in my diary, each and every word in that diary will be my own thoughts and not a corrected spelling mistake or grammatical error or some word which I might have found suitable from my virtual dictionary. I feel sheepish to say this out but I am going to really start over again, give myself some time to think about the beautiful things in life and PEN them down in verses of my very own(not helped by Word). Maybe later, I might post some of them for you all to read. I really thank you for your patient reading if you have come to this point of the paragraph, because you have spent some of your precious time to read the thoughts of mine. :)

Minding My Mind

I was wandering lazily into my world of thoughts, smiling thinking about the silly moments and seriously analysing my sorrowful past. I took my time in reviewing and rethinking what my thoughts were when I had felt silly or happy or sad, and a stunning reality hit me like storm. The previous day, when I was in the beach supposed to be spending memorable time with my parents, I had not really spent time with them, but wondering to my own self about the events of my past, about the people on the shores, about my friends who had insulted me in my past, or about those who had made me happy or the happening of an event which had made me sad or happy or about my future, uncertainities, promising returns , probable events that might not even happen in life. In reality, I was physically "in" the beach, but my mind and soul were racing into a zillion worlds, just like the waves of the sea rusing onto the shores.

And now even when I am lazing around on my terrace, looking at the breezy coconut trees and the blue and red sky, I am into my own world of thoughts. But this time, it had helped me as I had realized that it is not some event in the present which makes me happy or sad or silly, stupid, embarrased, blush, angry, perturbed or anything, neither was it my past or uncertain future, but my own thoughts that had played into my mind and had took me away from the living present. I realized that my mind is the most complex of parts in my body, though it cannot be technically classified as a "part" of my body. It is speedy and even more equipped than my brain, which is a mere storehouse of acquired knowledge and events in my past.

Every moment that I had spent in my life, had been spent with my mind. My mind working endlessly taking in events, registering people, making me question and analyse things in the world, letting out commands to my body to act in a different way for different events, anticipating changes, discarding the unwanted or storing them most safely at times. Even when I had slept, it had never rested, it took me to the world of dreams, making me experience things which I had never done, irrespective of them being happy, scary or sad. Every moment it kept me think, it endlessly worked towards my every progress or at times downfall, it made me dream about my uncertain future or sulk and learn from the mistakes of my past.

My mind never left my present too! In the present it made me breathe, ordered me to be alive and flowing, made me smile or cry or even agitated or angry, dance, sing, observe or write. And all these days, I had never realized I had such a powerful me inside my body called the "mind". But still my mind craves me to think more about what my mind is... Now let me take some time to "mind my mind".

great heights and fairy lights.

Don't worry about the past or the future, concentrate only in the present. It is all the time that you have in your life. Each and every minute or second of your life must be spent on what you do that second and nothing else, not even relating it to the future. Forget the past deeds or sins you have commited and also what awaits you in the future, whether worry or merry! Every person's past is buried dead and every person's future may seem uncertain and distant, but never worry or get succumbed to such an unworthy chain of unplesant thoughts but proceed on with the efforts you ought to contribute at present. And whatever you do, do it right and bright!Take your challenges up with an optimistic eye and set achievable and short-term goals to rise to the uncertainities in future. When you are ready with such your goals and the timelines analyse the challenges and the opportunities that you have in your life right now. Measure them both with the balance in your mind, when you have opportunities more than the challenges, that is defenitely the driving force for the achievement of your goals in fixed timelines! And when you have the challenges more than opportunities, then take the challenges as your groove and the zeal as your greatest strength timelines as the dead lines for the goals and an award as a piece of encouragement to achieve the measured up goals and a little of self- criticism as the secret ingredient and finally, efforts as the weapon to win the battle of challenges which may come forward as brave soldiers to provide exposure to a sustainable warrior like you!

All the best for facing your battle or getting driven towards your goals, whichever it is, it will, as i am sure will take you to great heights and fairy lights! Thank you