This is one of the SADDEST stories ever told in Hollywood. His name is Sylvester Stallone. One of the BIGGEST and Most famous American Movie superstars. Back in the day,Stallone was a struggling actor in every definition. At some point,he got so broke that he stole his wife’s jewellery and sold it. Things got so bad that he even ended up homeless. Yes,he slept at the New York bus station for 3 days. Unable to pay rent or afford food. His lowest point came when he tried to sell his dog at the liquor store to any stranger. He didn’t have money to feed the dog anymore. He sold it at $25 only. He says he walked away crying.

Two weeks later,he saw a boxing match between Mohammed Ali and Chuck Wepner and that match gave him the inspiration to write the script for the famous movie,ROCKY. He wrote the script for 20 hours! He tried to sell it and got an offer for $125,000 for the script. But he had just ONE REQUEST. He wanted to STAR in the movie. He wanted to be the MAIN ACTOR. Rocky himself. But the studio said NO. They wanted a REAL STAR.

They said he “Looked funny and talked funny”. He left with his script. A few weeks later,the studio offered him $250,000 for the script. He refused. They even offered $350,000. He still refused. They wanted his movie. But NOT him. He said NO. He had to be IN THAT MOVIE.

After a while,the studio agreed,gave him $35,000 for the script and let him star in it! The rest is history! The movie won Best Picture,Best Directing and Best Film Editing at the prestigious

Oscar Awards. He was even nominated for BEST ACTOR! The Movie ROCKY was even inducted into the American National Film Registry as one of the greatest movies ever!

And do You know the first thing he bought with the $35,000? THE DOG HE SOLD. Yes,Stallone LOVED HIS DOG SO MUCH that he stood at the liquor store for 3 days waiting for the man he sold his dog to. And on the 3rd day,he saw the man coming with the dog. Stallone explained why he sold the dog and begged for the dog back. The man refused. Stallone offered him $100. The man refused. He offered him $500. And the guy refused. Yes,he refused even $1000. And,Believe it or Not,Stallone had to pay $15,000 for the same,same dog he sold at $25 only! And he finally got his dog back!

And today,the same Stallone who slept in the streets and sold his dog JUST BECAUSE he couldn’t even feed it anymore,is one of the GREATEST Movie Stars who ever walked the Earth!


Being broke is BAD. Really BAD. Have You ever had a dream? A wonderful dream? But You are too broke to implement it? Too tiny to do it? Too small to accomplish it? Damn! I’ve been there too many times!

Life is tough. Opportunities will pass you by,just because you are a

NOBODY. People will want your products but NOT YOU. Its a tough

world. If you aint already famous,or rich or “connected”,You will find it rough.

Doors will be shut on You. People will steal your glory and crash your hopes.You will push and push. And yet NOTHING WILL HAPPEN.

And then your hopes will be crashed.You will be broke. Damn broke. You will do odd jobs for survival. You will be unable to feed yourself. And Yes,you may end up sleeping in the streets.

It happens. Yes,it does.


You,Keep Dreaming. Even when they crush your hopes,Keep Dreaming. Even when they turn you away,Keep Dreaming.

Even when they shut you down,Keep Dreaming.

NO ONE KNOWS WHAT YOU ARE CAPABLE OF EXCEPT YOURSELF! People will judge You by HOW you look. And by WHAT You have.

But please,Fight on! Fight for Your place in history. Fight for your glory. NEVER EVER GIVE UP!

Even if it means selling all your clothes and sleeping with the dogs,ITS OKAY! But AS LONG AS YOU ARE STILL ALIVE,Your STORY IS NOT OVER. TRUST ME.

Keep Up the Fight. Keep your dreams and hope alive. Go gerrit.


Painting Sunset with oil paints

I was always very fond of making sunsets with color pencils water colors etc. Painting sunsets always have a very immediate stress relieving and calming effect. They remind you of the calmness and the steady processing of the day to its end.

Recently i have started working with Oils. Oil painting initially seemed hell messy to me so i decided to take proper guidelines from a web or so.I found an amazing site and step by step making of sunset with its color variations.Here goes the site


I wasn’t able to make it quite right as it was my first try.I was also lacking the specific colors for its margins and the sky surrounding near the sun.I also wanted to keep the shades a little bit lighter unlike the sharp colors in the painting.

Here goes my version


I am still looking forward to improving it as much as possible.

thats the difference

I heard it somewhere
” The more i live, the more i learn”

Many people have lived here for decades but still wisdom is not a matter of age.It is just a matter of experience and observation.

So i say:
” The more i observe, the more i learn “.

I wish i could also act practically like this guy.

Never dimmed

Every wound leaves a scar that can be dimmed with time but cannot be removed”



These are a few words by a great teacher.

There are a few wounds that are not even dimmed,they give you the same pain and suffocation every time and alas!

The passing time can do nothing to them.

A few wounds that make you bow before him, raise your hands and ask for pardon from the Almighty Allah.And if you don’t do that you won’t be relieved not because you are guilty but because it hurts and hurts and hurts.

                 A few wounds dont leave scars … they remain fresh and bleeding throughout your lives.

if only i could see … the way they do

If only i could see the way they do,if only i could know from what they are going through,if only i could understand how they are,if only i could breath the way they do,if only i could know their inside,if i could feel their pain,if only i could stand for once in their shoes,if only i could see their tears,if i could notice their restlessness,if i could have observed the darkness in themselves,if only i could see the wishes in their eyes,if only i could bear the same fortune,if only i could have the same emptiness,if only i could know what the solutions are,if i could know that where this fate is gonna take me,if only i realized how every single word hurts,how every morn and tear crushes you from inside,if only i could know for once how i can make difference,if i could hear the silent cries,if i could learn to be the helping hand,if only i could be grateful for what i have,if only i could realize that what i have will not be mine forever,if only i could remind myself again that one day i have to leave this world,if only i could remember that nothing will stay with me except my deeds,if only i could emphasize on every single person,every single word and its drawbacks.

If only once i could be afraid the way they are…


Then i would have never treated them differently,never made fun of them,never thought about myself being superior,and never trespassed them.

Nor the lest would i try

If i ever had a chance to discern,

To share how i really felt,

Nor the least would i try,

As my words are all in vain,

& my agitations.. All insane,

All my actions remain doubtful,

& every glimpse equally ambiguous,

So I may not be the right one to concern,

And i would never dare to discern,

Nor the least would i try…

As my actions can never be rational,

& u can never b the one to pertain,

To look inside … A heart insane,

That is y i would never discern,

Nor the least would i try…

I don’t demand u to permute your guise,

As a few sweet words is not my price,

Ur revile, Ur contempt & your deride,

All forgiven,all forsaken & all aside,

But still i would never dare 2 discern,

Nor the least would i try,

For my words r all in vain & my actions equally insane….


The hidden meaning behind a sketch

A few days back i went to an art exhibition held at my college library.Everything was pretty good over there but one sketch specifically grabbed my attention.I stood there for a long time looking at the beauty and the hidden meaning behind that sketch.

Here goes the sketch







Its about a bitter truth that cannot be said but only seen in a man’s eyes,can only be felt by a woman’s heart,can not be ignored,can not be discarded,can not be eliminated,no woman can escape from it,it’s not to be laughed at,not to be trusted ….


Its a “MAN’S GREED” .… which is never fulfilled throughout his life … Never satisfied …Always keeps growing and grooming in his heart his eyes…  never refrained … No one can touch its boundaries … It never rests and is never rusted … Which is always hungry …. Just like a huge reptile that kills and victimizes every weak creature that comes in its way ….which has no mercy …filled with selfishness … It’s the lust that has no end … And which is the only power that a coward man can use.

And a “WOMEN’S FEAR” ….which keeps her away from herself… which provokes selflessness in her …which pushes her deep down into the darkness of the world ..which penetrates deep into her soul …which haunts her dreams for years …kills her confidence … her grace …her peace of mind and thinking abilities … It’s just like a tornado …that travels and wipes off everything that comes in its way …it’s the fear that makes a woman fall into a man’s arms …without her will …with her body trembling …her soul injured …her grace crucified …the tears have become dry but the grief surrounds the living dead daughter of Hawwa …and the pride of Adam …

The fear of greed …the fear of lust ….encircles a woman’s life.No matter where she goes,no matter what she does,she’ll always have to face those eyes and those words.


Sometimes i think that even Adam soul would tremble after looking that what’s happening to his daughters here.In the name of Love,In the name of relationship,In the name of revenge and sometimes by its original name “LUST”.

I wonder how an Adam’s son can behave even worst than dogs and pigs just for a piece of flesh???

Okay … If you don’t believe me just think about a moment that you have had a huge fight with a male friend of yours.What would be the one sentence that he’ll say in extreme anger …????

Don’t know????

Lemme remind you..




Busy in my whimsical day,

Found a few pieces on my way,
Broken ,segmented & torn,
A symbol of resilience in the morn,
I picked them up with a sigh,
Hid my face, so they won’t see me cry,
Held every fragment in my hand,
& ran back home as i couldn’t stand.

Ambivalent… Wondering how to fill the gap,
I arranged them all in my lap,
Fixed every bit with everything i had,
Mended with all the love,a delirious person can have,
Glued all the scratches,removing defection,
It smiled back at me,waving with affection,

Then time traveled,eclipse passed and the glaciers melted,
Glues dried,pieces joined and the wounds wilted,
That night,I imagined how beautiful it had been in the past,n slept,

When i roused up,it wasn’t where it was kept,
I recalled how i struggled for it to be corrected,
Then i saw something familiar,as it had been resurrected,

It turned out to be a beauteous frame,
With it’s heart bulging and writing my name,
It was more enchanting than my imagination last night,
I took a steady step and got amused with delight,

I saw myself in a charming frame,
It was a mirror,written with my name,
YES!! was you my little ME,
More than just precious than anything could ever be…