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Life Echoes on Your face

Throughout everybody’s life there are a few things which you learn. A few experiences that you gain and a points where you loose. There are times when arguments mean a lot to you and speaking more eventually means wining an argument. And there are other times when you prefer staying quite with all your reasons and all the chances for clarifications.

Who else can be a better teacher than Life itself?

Weekly Writing Challenge: Teacher

The different experiences.
The different experiences.

In my life there were points when words didn’t matter and so I stayed quite. On the other hand there were points when words were the requisite but I still stayed quite. Times when I preferred baseless arguments as staying quite for such a long time is not easy, But there were days when I just left the logical necessary arguments because a speaking it all is not easy as well (At least for a person like me it seriously isn’t) .
There were times when I stood patient and suffered for issues that mattered. And there were mtimes when I refused to tolerate and just burst out in anger.

There were times when I loved and simply refused to leave, But there was also a time when I just let that go although I loved endlessly. At times I stood up although I was wrong but there were times when I left although I was right.There were times when I couldn’t stand up and at times I claimed that “I believe in resilience”.
They say Change is a constant process, humans do change with time. Or may be that’s what we call “Adaptation”. So from all the things that I’ve been through and from all those arguments that I lost or left .. There are a few things that I’ve learned.

Patience – Yes I can loudly say that I am very patient. Patience within yourself and patience with others.
Argumentation – It has been over a few months that I’ve stopped arguments. I’ve started moving away after the initiation of every argument because if you’ll stay you probably won’t resist replying. Or if an argument is necessary, it should only be for the sake of persuation.
Listen to understand – Mostly we are in a habit of listening to somebody just for the sake of giving a reply, but not for the sake of understanding. I listen to understand but after that the problem remains that I can’t give an appropriate reply, may be I am not good with conversing that’s why.
Humor – Adding a sense of humor in everything makes it more acceptable and it makes things easier to explain and bear. I use it as a tool to hide what I feel from others and to escape from what I feel.

The ripples say.
The ripples say.

The Echoes – The life is just an echo of what you say and what you do.
I read a short story sort of thing about it which I would love to share here


A son and his father were walking on the mountains.
Suddenly, his son falls, hurts himself and screams: “aaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!”
To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain: “aaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!’

The mountain's Echo.
The mountain’s Echo.

Curious, he yells: “Who are you?”
He receives the answer: “Who are you?”

Angered at the response, he screams: “Coward!’
He receives the answer: coward!”

He looks to his father and asks: “What’s going on?”
The father smiles and says: “My son, pay attention.”

And then he screams to the mountain: “I admire you!”
The voice answers“I admire you!

Again the man screams: “You are a champion!”
The voice answers: “You are a champion!”


The boy is surprised, but does not understand.

Then the father explains:

“People call this ECHO, but really this is LIFE.

Life echoes.
Life echoes.


It gives you back everything you say or do. Our life is simply a reflection of our actions. If you want more love in the world, create more love in your heart. If you want more competence in your team, improve your competence.

This relationship applies to everything, in all aspects of life, Life will give you back everything you have given to it.

P.S. Do not say whatever we dislike about other people, cause it will reflect back to us.





Am I a hesitant Poet??

Enough of a definition.
Enough of a definition.

Initially about six to seven years ago when I started to write I never wanted anybody to read whatever I wrote. I had a sense of embarrassment whenever I tried to read something I wrote, May be because I was very static and rational on the outside yet inside I had a sea of emotions. At a home where you live with four other naughty siblings of yours it’s just not too easy to maintain and keep everything you write in a secret diary Slowly I progressed and started showing my writings to my Best Friend and still whatever I write the first person whose compliment and every word really matters is her. I’ve loved her endlessly and I’ll always continue doing so… Now I am completely comfortable sharing them on WordPress and sending them to a few selective people.

Never wanted it opened.
Never wanted it opened.

The thing I hated about Poetry is that you have to open up your heart in front of everyone. People can actually predict and judge what you are going through and not everybody can understand. That’s the only thing that refrained me from sharing my writings in the past and still it does, As I seem more like a reserved, rational, composed and emotionally stable person ( Although on the inside sometimes I am not). I like staying that way.

A few months ago when I wrote this poem (I would have never let you cry) and showed it to a friend. He appreciated me and asked me to write something specifically just for him. When I requested him to suggest a topic or a starting line, He said “Since the day I met you, It feels like you complete the missing me”, This line seemed beautiful and I started thinking of the next line that I am gonna write “Never devised;never imagined, how different a man can ever be“. My friend claimed that he liked it but you know sometimes it becomes quite difficult to believe a person who gives compliments for formality because you never know when they really mean it and when they are just being nice and formal.

Anyways, continuing a poem with these two lines was quite hard chiefly because I am not habitual of writing on topics,Since I didn’t write the first line so continuing in fluency was not easy and mainly because I don’t believe what I said. I never believed that any man could be different or reliable or protective (except my Dad). Whenever I thought about continuing the poem I was always overwhelmed by the thought that I don’t mean whatever I wrote. I always write whatever I feel but this time? … I don’t claim that I don’t lie but at least I have never lied in any of my writings. Finally I decided to write something which would not comprise of any details on how different is he? and what makes me think that he is different.This picture reminds me of the creativity that I’ve mentioned in my poem. I knew that he actually wanted to know how I think but still I ended up writing something which won’t tell him that. The poem goes like this

Falling leaves.
Falling leaves.

Once I stood and gazed the wilted leaves of autumn,

Felt apart, weakened and blown to the fathom,

Silent themselves, but yet a rustling sound,

Tinges of gloom, As they were actually meant for the ground.

There I stood and tasted the tint of springs,
The shades of leaves, bound to their wings,
I gazed and gazed the finest leaf that shines,
And wondered whose smile this shine reminds,
It smiled ; I smiled … We smiled.

I sensed the satisfaction in it’s smile,
The shades of the weather, filled it with pride,
I smiled wondering again as i sighed,
It sensed the completeness in my smile,
So watched and asked the reason behind,
I winked and smiled, as i replied:

“Since I met him it feels like he completes the missing me,
As I never devised; never imagined, how different a man can ever be.”

As usual I showed it to my best friend and she loved it. She always loves whatever I write. Half of the reason can be that she loves me and she actually knows why and for what I write. When I showed it to my Friend for whom it was written he said it’s great. But yet the same thing, I sensed in his tone that he was just being nice. He didn’t quite like it and asked, “Where am I in your poem??”, I always knew that he wanted me to write in his appreciation but I never thought he would ask that. I just tried to joke around “It’s all about me and autumn and the beautiful spring and leaves”.”But where am I??” as he asked I committed to write another one because he didn’t like this one. He didn’t say that either but I know he was not quite satisfied.

Is shyness an Excuse???
Is shyness an Excuse???

Now writing it all again was another big deal for me. That simply meant I had to elaborate the point that why do I consider him different when I actually don’t.When I started thinking my mind I found that half of me believes him this way and half of me doesn’t. As I discussed it with my best Friend she said I can probably use these mingled thoughts beautifully. I knew that if I write it in this way my Friend is not gonna like it. I knew he wanted something sweet,something special,something that I wont say otherwise and I felt deprived of it all. I know he has always been sweet,kind but yet so silent that one would always suspect that I am imposing myself on him. I know I seem like a paranoid when I say that believing men is hard for me but I’ve seen that how far a man can go for his needs and wishes, and that is the biggest wall which makes me stay away from trusting them. I know he would not like me for saying these words as he has always been careful while speaking whereas I am the exact opposite. Expressing myself was always and always very difficult and with formal people it becomes even more than that. I am abrupt and I know that there are things that I utter and he doesn’t like.The same goes right now, I know that the second poem on the same topic will also not be liked by him. Yet I still write it because I wanted to and I am not gonna show it to him (A tiny mini Secret). It’s all about what he says and how I partly believe it and partly don’t.

Since the day I met you it feels like you complete the missing me,

Hopes bring Changes.
Hopes bring Changes.

Never devised; never imagined how different a man can be,

A part of me just says that aloud,
A part of me simply refuses with it’s doubts,
“Not everybody is the same”, that’s what you say,
I listened and thought that one day I may,
But it would take ages to admit and see,
As I’ve seen the worst that a man can ever be.

“A man stays a man”, that’s what I say,
“Nature never changes”, that’s how I say,
A part of me just says its true,
Other part says the exception is you,
“Exceptions always exist”, that’s what you say,
I fear believing them would make me pay.

Since the day I saw you I knew we were different,
With your heart beating for every girl that passed,
And I smiling aside, knowing that it won’t last,
Chidship; sweetness, that’s what I say,
A ration for your heart, that’s how I say.

You had your own distances,
I had my own differences,
You chose to be rational where I stood insane,
Where you stood accomplished, I was all in vain,
A part of me says love binds by it’s ways,
A part of me just laughs, laughs and strays.

You say “That’s not it, some men do change”,
It may seem strange — But yet who would change?

Weekly Writing Challenge: Time for poetry

The Threshold to Dream …

A week ago few of my friends planned a hangout together and on our way back the sun was slowly moving down towards its set. I can’t keep my eyes off the sky every time it happens. I can sit and stare at the sky, the sun for hours and hours until it’s all dark. A friend of mine noticed my eyes and said;

“Sunsets always seem very depressing to me, I dunno why but they drag away every pinch of energy that I am left with. When I was a kid and I was told to draw something in  my drawing classes I always use to draw sunrise, many of my classmates preferred drawing sunsets but they were depressing”

Apart from the fact that there is always a difference in opinions, I still exclaimed: “Sunsets …. And depressing???? …. I can never think like that”. I was among those students who would sacrifice my lunch breaks just to make a sunset on a piece of paper, who would spend hours and hours just rubbing the yellow and orange color on paper to make a color sequence like the ones during sunset.

I live near a beach so I frequently get a chance to see the sunsets and sunrise (Okay! Lets just say once in a week for sunset because I am mostly sleeping at that time … And then lets just say once in a month for sunrise as I am sleeping at that time as well 😛 ). I am not at all an outgoing person so despite my immense love for sunsets I still don’t prefer visiting the beach to enjoy the entire view, I rather prefer being fascinated by watching it through a window or the terrace.

Finally one day my mom forced me to go for a walk with her along the beach side. Although I hate going for a walk or exercising still the reason why I went was only the SUNSET. I mean i am just 39kgs at an age of 21.. So I don’t actually quality for the exercise thing OR do I?? ..I don’t think so …. I decided to go but only if my mom walks alone and allow me to roam around the beach all by myself.

As I thought and as expected .. I stood near the shore watching the sun till it seemed to touch the earth with all its glory and all its might. Initially it seemed somewhat like this

The Nature painted it Right.


They say introverts are nature loving but is there anybody on earth who doesn’t Love nature?? … I don’t think so.

I didn’t had much time except just an hour to enjoy what i thrived for. And yes the most fascinating part of sunset just lasts for hardly 15-20 minutes. A few things in life are not meant to stay for long, and this uniqueness enhances their preciousness. You know they’ll be gone but you are still willing to stay, you still long, you still have a deep desire for them, you still can’t stay away and you just can’t pretend to walk away.

The sky grew darker and darker with time spreading the beautiful shades of oranges and yellows as it descended downwards. It seemed more like a painting but it wasn’t. The smoky white shades of clouds on the sky seemed more like paint strokes and I so wished that some day I will be able to make a Perfect Fascinating Sunset like this. But no matter how much a human struggles he/she can never ever create what nature has already created. Humans can only mimic. Humans can only discover … It’s the nature , It’s the Lord which invents .. Humans only discover what’s already been created.

Beauty as I see.
Beauty as I see.

I see a whole new world … a rush of thoughts … an urge to learn, to discover while observing sunsets. It’s not just a game of colors and the sun moving up and down, It has it’s own roots it’s own hidden meaning.

I have a hundred thoughts.
I have a hundred thoughts.

Now it’s up to the other person to interpret it the way they want, the way they think.

I have a hundred things going on in my mind while watching sunsets. They remind me of hope .. a hope to find the way to leap, to leap,to creep, to crawl round a doubtful way.

It gives me a sense of commitment. A silence commitment that says “Although I am leaving but I’ll be back right away”, It fulfills its words every morn and there is not even a single day when it betrays.

A few things are not merely seen they are FELT. The thing that appeals and attracts you the most to beauty is the fact that it penetrates your soul.

There is nothing more musical than a sunset. He who feels what he sees will find no more beautiful example of development in all that book which, Alas, musicians read but too little – The Book of Nature.

– Claude Debussy.

The sunsets give me a sheer determination … The courage of resilience, the ability to stand and follow whatever is meant for you.

It gives a last indication to find your way before darkness prevails and blocks your vision.

They remind you that no matter how lost you feel today .. There’s always a tomorrow, for hoping has no end.

They give you a chance to commit, for nights are meant for promises. (Mmm … I can probably write a poem on this line … But somewhat later)

There’s a reason sunsets are timeless and constant standbys of poets, writers and romantics — they’re inspiring. Mahatma Gandhi observed this power when he said, “When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator.”

They make you feel that the time has slowed down. It’s not that the clock stops, its just that your perception of time slows down.

They give us a Threshold to Dream , a Threshold to hide .. For darkness is where we all hide.

They force all life forms to go back to where they belong, For it’s never too late to go home.

It's never too late to go Home.
It’s never too late to go Home.

 Weekly Writing Challenge: Threshold


He who feels what he sees will find no more beautiful example of development in all that book which, alas, musicians read but too little – the book of Nature.
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Inside a Shopping Bag .. As I cackle

When I read about the  Photo challenge for this week the first person that came into my mind was my maternal uncle. He is very jolly and a happy go lucky sort of person. When we were kids and even now he has a habit of kidding around, teasing, pinching everybody and then escaping right away. Nobody even minds that because they know it’s just how he is.

When I was a kid and even now I am very skinny and short (yeah.. I mean just 5 feet .. That makes it very short actually). I can’t say I was like this since the very early ages but now its just that I am ignorant in my diet blah blah or whatever you call it. Due to this I was(and still am) called by many names such as “Skeleton”, “Honey bee”, “Wrestler” and many others.

On that particular day my uncle was leaving for his training sessions out of town while I insisted him to stay or else take me as well. He agreed and told me that I am so tiny that I can even fit into one of his luggage bags.

Then he held me up and really placed me into one of his luggage bags and finally hanged it at his back and started walking while the others saw me and laughed at his idea and how comfortable I seemed fully enclosed in his bag with my face protruding out. Some how it all ended and since I was only of 4-5years at that time so I didn’t even feel embarrassed. In fact I don’t remember it fully, this was all what my elders told me about it. Nobody could take a picture of that moment since photography was not that much into fashion 15 years ago.inside

After that time till I was 20( and even now sometimes) my uncle teases me by saying

“Ooo this is the same old kiddo.. I used to put this kid in my luggage bag behind my back”

Since 15 years have passed after that incident and now my uncle has a lovely little daughter of the same age as I was at that time, I decided to put her in my school bag and take her picture to show it to him. So that now when he teases me I will also have something to strike him back. 🙂 I made her sit in my lap and tried placing her in my school bag but eventually she started crying. I dropped my idea as she is too innocent, adorable and way too lovely to be teased like this.

Plus I absolutely love the way she smiles. This picture was taken when she was just about to sleep and the camera flash stuck her eyes.


Awesome Threesome

There are a few words that give you a short memory, a reminder, a glimpse of a specific person. That can be a line from a movie, a poem or any song. This particular poem gives me a glimpse of my Best Friend. I love the deepness in it’s words and thoughtfulness and the feeling of deep love that it is filled with. All of those things that it doesn’t say fully but conveys in an indirect hidden manner.

I know a girl,
When she smiles
The rain comes pouring down

A longer day,
I may stay my ground
Be drenched from head to toe

A younger age,
I may have a dream
That tells me not to go

A smaller town,
I may close my eyes
And see her once again

I know a girl,
When she smiles
The rain comes pouring down

Whenever I read this I am entrapped by the feeling that whoever wrote it, He or she had my Friend in mind. Her laughter echoes in my ears and a part of me realizes how blessed I am to have her by my side and how insignificant words may become when you are overwhelmed with immense love and affection.

In the following collection of pictures the first one on the left shows a weird face that she makes. She has a strange habit of making cartoonish strange duck like funny faces whenever she is hyper but whenever she does that I make sure to have it clicked at the right moment. The one on the right shows one of her childhood memories. She has never been in good terms with her studies and books (like me) so she seems gloomy while holding a pencil to complete her homework, this is one of the few childhood pictures of her that I really love. And lastly the bottom one on the left is her smile, one in a million, few of the fewer things in my life that I really adore.Fotor022311040Weekly Photo Challenge: Threes

Another picture of both of us holding eachother’s hands with our hearts held in. It was actually a bracelet with a heart that she gifted me a year back, Right now it is kept right in my side table and looks as beautiful as it has always been. 🙂OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

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