New Year Resolutions … Why make ’em When you only Break ’em??

I am not actually a person who plans everything according to the time and circumstances.I don’t remember even a single time when my plans went correctly or may be it didn’t even happen for once that I planned the things in the right manner and my plans worked accordingly.

Anyways I was supposed to talk about New Year’s Resolutions.

“I would say happy new year but it’s not happy; it’s exactly the same as last year except colder. ”
Robert Clark

It’s not only me but most of the people here have a usual habit of procrastination. Procrastination has now become more of a lifestyle than just a habit or a code.

If I was to make plans and resolutions then how would it probably end…. It would probably go day by day like this


And at the end I would end up putting things from one year to the other and finally to an eternal tomorrow.


While thinking of the reasons,I have jotted down a few points:

  • The first and the most obvious reason is Laziness.But that’s not the sole reason every time.
  • Secondly being humans we all are unaware of the future,the upcoming events,the challenges that are meant for you.May be there are more important issues and upcoming events than your resolutions.
  • Thirdly your priorities change with time.I hope that explains enough.

So finally a Big NO to New Year Resolutions as I don’t need any specific occasion like this in order to change myself.If a person is determined to change-to improve, he/she doesn’t need such excuses as A New Year.

I believe in Revolutions … Not just a mere Resolution throughout a Whole year. 🙂



The race Against Time..

Monday,the 6th of January….hmmm…. gonna be the first day for Practical exams.

The clock never seemed so alive before … the time is passing like crazy … and I am still as lazy as before,no improvement,no changes,no chances …

Sitting alone in my room i just realized how time has passed … hours,months and then years.The wounds are still bleeding but the time has passed…..

Sometimes it feels like it’s nothing but a mere race against time.We are all trying to grab it,pursue it and move it our own way.

“I must govern the clock,not be governed by it”

-Golda Meir.

But at the end despite of demise and denial everybody ends up running with it.Image

Sometimes in this merciless race against time one doesn’t actually find space for himself.I feel like while chasing time I forgot that the things I already have are more valuable.It’s like someone who collected stars for all of her life and at the end dropped them all while searching for the moon.It’s like something that broke inside you while you were busy in your chase.

May be the people who sleep by the clock are more lucky in this sense than those who spend their entire life running with it.

So what if time is the best medicine?? …. Medicines don’t actually work on everybody.

So what if every wound is made to be healed?? …..  Each and everyone does not pass through the same pain,the same dilemma,the same condition.All the wounds are not the same.Conditions change with time and so do people.

Each and everyone has his own reason and fortunately or may be unfortunately I am just not willing to listen to those,May be I am the one who is on the wrong side But I have my own reason.Although I may not be fully satisfied with my reason,my clarification or may be I am making up excuses,running away from people,escaping from reality,arguing with myself,negotiating with people over pity issues,astonished on my own attitude,the way I have changed,the way I have started taking everything for granted,the way hatred has started occupying my heart,the way I have forgotten all my mistakes,all my sins,all the precious advises,the way I have slaughtered the inner piece that I had once,the way I have forgotten the blessings of my creator,the way I have forsaken the sacrifices of my parents.

A Friend of mine says:

“Whatever reason you have is not worth it … You have more precious things to take care of .. more beautiful relations that have to be flourished …. and most important of all is yourself … You have to give time and space to yourself,your thoughts and your belongings…”

Sometimes your asset is not just the old memories.You cant live the whole life thinking about them and I am just trying to do the same thing,trying to decide what to do and what not.

As I stood by your grave

Just wrote a few words for 27th December; the death anniversary of my beloved Grandmother.

As i stood by your grave,
I couldn’t feel the world nearby,
Your hands, your memoir, saved in my heart,
I scrap them again, and still I cry,
Your hands were weak, wrinkled all around,
And the wounds of your arms, tendered with age,
Yet your feeble arms,
The most cordial, the most sheltering,
I devise them again, and still I cry.
Your voice, your words, your clamors as you cried,
As you brought up three orphans by your side,
As you cried while your son died,
Held his daughters in your hands, and prayed an cried,
Your advices …all forbear-ed, all denied,
I hear them again, and still I cry.
Your mere existence, a sanctuary for all of us,
Your subtle touch,
Your feeble words,
Your gentle smile,
And me, bereaved of it all,
I admit it again, and still I cry.
Today.. Yet another day,
Deprived of your love,
Yet I cry again.

My midnight Fear…

Many people frequently get scared at nights including my siblings and a few of my friends.I am not actually used to these fears and I don’t get scared normally but yes. . there are always some exceptions.


The worst thing that can ever happen to you is uninvited FEAR and so I had to face it a night before my exam. I had two exams next day, first in the morning and the second one in the afternoon. I wasn’t fully prepared but still I decided to take some rest as I had been studying since the past 17 hours.The initial plan was to sleep early at night so that I could get adequate time to rest.Intentionally, I went to the bed at 10pm but couldn’t sleep until midnight.

At about 2am I woke up because of the noise from the windows.The windows were constantly knocking. For once I decided to go and check but I was scared actually.I felt thirsty and hell hungry but I couldn’t get up as the voices were getting louder and louder.I thought to myself:ImageImage

“What actually am I scared of?

I mean a ghost??

A wizard??? A dracula?? A zombie??

Lol that’s stupidity … Lets just go and get something to eat.”


When I left my room I heard the whizzes of the wind. That was a moment of relief I actually got to know that I was scared of nothing else but the wind.

I checked the fridge and got my hands on a plate of rice and went back to my room.As I was walking by the door ,in the whistling sounds of the wind I could feel someone walking behind me.Now I could hear again the voices of windows,the cats meowing down the road,the leaves,my brother’s loud snores,the guard’s whistle after every minute,the lights from the street directly reflecting through my window and above all the feeling that everybody else is sleeping and I am all alone to face any ghostly creature that turns its face towards me. These things were all enough to make me even more frustrated. I could feel fear travelling through my throat all the way to my blood.

Forsaking everything I turned on the light and started eating. Sometimes you do act lane when you are scared, frustrated or pissed. And so happened with me. Another thought striked my mind.

” People say that ghosts like sweets.
O’ man! No no no I am not eating sweet rice.
It is also a possibility that like humans they also prefer meat.
Emm.. They like human flesh.
Although I am skinny but lol now I can’t deny that I don’t have flesh.
Still I mean if the ghost has to eat flesh he should probably eat my lil sister sleeping next to me. She’s more bulky.
People say ghosts prey on beautiful people.
Oh no no no not me. My elder sister is the most beautiful person in the whole huge world.
People say ghosts scare wicked people.
No man! Seriously I am a nice fellow.”

And ultimately at last I could not sleep till the morning. Yawning in the examination hall I realized how stupid and lame can a person be whenever he is frustrated. 🙂

What Is Evil?

The origin of Evil is within one’s self.One’s heeds of today can take the form of his deeds tomorrow.

Source of Inspiration

What is the source
of evil? It starts as
an imbalance of self.
An excess of “I want,”
with a disregard for the
needs of others. This
self-centeredness takes,
takes, takes, never
satisfied, always wanting
more. At the same time,
it rejects what it does
not want, often with disregard
for what it is pushing away,
causing discord in relationships,
groups, nations, etc.


The give and take reality
is a source of comfort
and pleasure; it is also
the source of misery in
the world when out of
balance with a focus on self.

Examine your intentions;
bring into balance a satisfaction
of needs within harmonic balance
with all life. For what is “sin”
but activity that causes harm to others.

Within the creative power of love
lies the secret of fraternity–
a world of peace where needs are
met without harm to others.
And so it is. Amen.

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Sunset with Oils

When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator.”

~Mohandas Gandhi

Although i am not that much fond of painting with oils but still I tried making a Sunset out of them.It didn’t turn out to be as realistic as i wanted, In fact it seems like more of an abstract type.

Anyways .. The first picture indicates it’s rough practice on paper before plotting it on the canvas.

Whereas this picture indicates the original Sunset on canvas (a reluctant try though).

I would have never let you cry

This poem was written by me, a few months ago. For my friends and everybody I love.

If i were, to make your eyes again,
I would have never let you cry…

Yes, i know the differences,
I may not know the pain you deny,
I may not seem the right person to confide,
But i do procure my reasons to deride ..

if i were to make your eyes again,
I would have never let you cry,
Yes, the world is narcissistic,
You may not find the one to rely,
Yes, the crowd is barbaric,
You may not pertain,your rights may die,
But He has blessed us with blue velvet,
So that we can aim as high,

Oh! If i were, to make your eyes again,
I would have never let you cry,
I would tell the tears not to fall,
For they are idle and worthy to me,
Would order your eyes ,not to let them crawl,
For they always seem abhorrent to me,
Would demand your heart to unleash the bonds of glome,
For you are very near & dear to me.

Alas! If i were to make your eyes again,
I would have never let you cry.