Love Live Life

Some don't know how to speak; some don't know how to listen... Such has been the relation between young and adult... To all those who have come before us... Because of them we are what we are today... There are millions who have walked along the path to these city lights... Leaving the place that they desire for the place of desires... If we look carefully nothing of that what we have for us is ours... It has been given to us by the fortune... But to be honest by our forefathers... We won't pay attention to these things since we are busy comparing things that we think are glittering in someone else's life...  Rather what we don't understand is what all things we have are the desire of someone else... Someone somewhere in this busy city lane is alone... Have come here leaving the house of their childhood memories... Those people with whom they grew up... Living in a metro city... Leaving their own mitti... Lodged with all the emotional and sentimental bag...

  Our first friend… First God to be worshipped before any ritual… In each religion he is been loved and cared equally… irrespective of state or zone… Every year we wait for him… so we can welcome him in our houses or in our vicinity… we have known him by his looks, we know him by his playful wittiness… his love for Modak's and sweets… But what we don’t know or never looked at was the problems and the hardships our Bappa had… We wish our parents would have let us do that one specific thing which we wanted to do… Lot more things… that we keep blaming our parents… there comes a time when we are supposed to just forgive them and hold the reins of our life in our hand… Our father might have slapped us… beaten us… what worse…? Shiva cut away Bappa’s head and gave him a head of elephant… Now it’s true we are not Bappa’s and our father is not Shiva… but it’s not about identity rather about the bond the relation…     We are nothing without our parents… no matter how ...

Dear Adu, and Anju also… The tears that rolled down from the eyes of yours and your loved ones… were not just the salty water rather… Those tears hold the memories and the hardships that came along the way but still able to reach the desired goal… No doubt, you were the best among all three of us… you might not be aware of it… Now it’s on you… how you make things out of your decision what you make out of your chosen path… Don’t worry about the people, do not think much on how sad people have turned out or what they feel the feeling will go and everyone will live their own life… You have opened that window and crawled out of it in a new life… live it according to the desired tradition but don’t forget our roots… Don’t forget or take granted the support that every single person has put on… because what you have achieved is still someone’s dream… Now to Anju… The pressure is on us… no, not that of the loan (hahaha…) but that of our life and our dreams… Adu did what she w...

A pack of crayons, a set of watercolors. A diary with a pen or a blank sheet of paper and a pencil… This is what requires for a moment of happiness… those little things rather those huge achievement can relax your being to enjoy the moment… But this world, where everything revolves and rotate around money even to breathe a sigh of relief you must have paid all your bills… The only finish line is graveyard… the only way out is within… The world where everything has to be productive and where everything has to be on time. Things are not done just in a casual way where even greetings are formals… Only when you are tagged with some brands of companies that you wear, or you work for… then you are normal… Where leisure is for entertainment… where the darkness of the emptiness is been filled with the screen light, where our life years are calculated based on the screen time… In this world, such a world, such a place everything looks like a maze… It is those simple acts which wil...