A revolutionary revolt

Wondering if a day would ever come

When dreams would revolt to being

Suppressed underneath fears and tears

And stand up against their beloved dreamer:

A day when no dream would accept

The tag of being an unattainable desire

And get the infallible forces working.

If all dreams could somehow convince

Drifters to embrace perspiration,

If all dreams could, in any way, motivate

Aspirants to abandon negativity:

Life would become a magical boon for all.

Wondering if that day would ever come

When dreams would initiate the revolutionary revolt!

Perfectly designed imperfect life

Ever wondered why a perfect life is granted to none by the omnipotent? Ever questioned his creations? Ever wondered why things are the way they are? Ever??
Let's make it prominent and comprehensible with an example.

Aryan is a young lad of seventeen. He is a smart ass and manages to be among the class toppers without putting in much efforts. He is darn good looking and girls go wacky at the mere mention of his name. His mum is a well-maintained and modern mommy who treats her son not as a 'son' but as a friend. His dad is a millionaire who, unlike other rich and well-known figures, has ample of time to devote to his family. Aryan is an athlete and is a quite good singer. He excels in almost everything he does....

Quite a perfect life huh!?

Now another story, not of some kid born with a silver spoon but of a normal kid like any one of us. A kid who may not necessarily have the best set of parents, the most tastefully organized wardrobe, the smart looks or any other thing that is quite usual for someone like Aryan. Let's talk about Sneha. She too, like Aryan is a seventeen year old girl. She doesn't come from a rich family but from a rather modest and conservative family. Her mum, a housewife - a quiet and kindhearted lady who believes every word of her husband to be as true as an oracle. Sneha's father is a man who believes that exerting pressure upon the women of the house defines his manhood and therefore, scuffles, arguments, disagreements and domestic violence are as normal and predictable in her house as the occurrence of day and night. Inspire of these adversities she manages to get herself a scholarship in that very elite school Aryan goes to. In the absence of proper training, she manages to bag many awards in several competitions. She has a knack for writing and opens doors of even better opportunities for herself through her writings....

Returning to my question: Have you ever wondered why a perfect life is granted to none by the omnipotent? Why is it that even the most happiest person has some reason to be sad? Or the most depressed person has a reason to smile?

It is because a life without imperfections or a life void of perfections hinders our progress. Think about it: Won't life become too predictable and boring if we already know what the future holds? Won't we, one day, be at a total loss of inspiration to move ahead if everything goes on just fine for us? A problem-free life is definitely what we desire, but we are more content if we earn ourselves that life.

The master planner sitting up there is indeed smart! He knows exactly how to handle us emotional fools; we, who have a balloon's heart - energized and puffed up with joy on getting everything we want and enervated and puffed out when the opposite happens. We have imperfections in life to inspire us to reach perfection. And we have perfections in our life to refrain ourselves from being imperfect!

The valley of the heart

# The realization:

We were a huge community that resided in the body of a being not so weak or fragile to succumb before circumstances or emotions. But due to certain mysterious happenings, we, the heart of every soul began losing our faith in love and life. Our trust over other beings diminished and this is how the once huge community began slithering. My counterparts got so imbalanced in the terror reigned valley of the heart that day in and day out the valley of the heart was found struggling to stop the flow of incessant streams of water anonymously baptised as 'tears'. This has been the scene for a long time now and as I write my feelings today, the current status of the 'once huge community' is that - it couldn't save any other member and I am the lone survivor.

I am heartbroken, shattered,devoid of hope,affection and love. I stand alone. Neither do I have a mate nor a shadow nor an unknown being to sympathise - I have nothing to be called my own other than the soul I entered the world with. So I decided to find out what in the world is so disastrous that it can torment the valley of the heart! Who is so evil in this wide beautiful place to go on pricking the unique creations till they devastate and break down completely?


# The finding:

We reside in every being and try to remain within, as strong as the heavens above. But on occasions low and dark just like days when there occurs a lightning or a thunder, we get deeply moved and fail to stop ourselves from flowing via the eyes of the valley of the heart. It is not because the valley of the heart is incapable of digesting the pain but because of a constipation of thoughts: good and evil travelling perennially through the valley of the heart.

Anything that can be a thought can be reality. Anything that the heart imagines can take tangible forms. When the valley of heart obligingly lets the varied thoughts rule its domain, our community slowly dies in twos and fours. My valley of the heart, where I've resided for as long as those stars have lived in the night sky is now barren.


# The choice:

Thoughts function according to their own will and the valley of the heart follows its own mind. So will be done by the lone survivor of the 'once huge community'. And my choice is to remain within the valley of the heart till the day air stops moving in and out of my soul.


(Inspired by the law of attraction. A description by a tear about the entire mechanism of tears)

What is really needed

At times I wonder, is it really the numbers to your life that makes you a 'human'? Is age the only parameter to being an adult!? Living the same year for 50 years isn't all about life. Bringing in changes and alterations not just to one's life but also in one's character and behavior is a very important part of the journey of life.

Sumedha was perplexed seeing the nasty turn her relations had taken in. Though never wanted, but it all occurred in such a way that in the pursuit for making everyone else better, she came to known as the 'villain'. The people she worked hard for, the very source of her inspiration refuse to acknowledge her hard work and love. Let alone acknowledging, they do not even talk to her properly. Curt replies and sarcastic remarks are all her ears are acquainted with. And it really brought in an intense ache in the left corner of her chest to see the dying bond of love and affection that once used to exist between her and her children. She thought of them to be her own extensions but little did she know that her children were up to something dubious and scornful. She was doomed to end up in a dilapidated state....

 This is not just in the case of Sumedha, a lot many parents these days are ill-treated by their very own children. The unconditional love of parents these days goes unrequited. I'm no parent, I too am someone's daughter and somewhere in the midst of all the daily chores and affairs, it suddenly dawns on me today. There are innumerable verbal fights I enter into with my parents due to difference in opinions and perspective but considering their age, experience and goodwill, children should realize their limit and speak only that much which is needed. Exceeding limits in some cases implies a tight slap on one of your cheeks but in some cases it implies a gift of a sleepless night to one's parents.

Something similar is going on right before my eyes. I can see a set of parents who are absolutely right in their stand for a particular matter and on the other hand I see their children who are not wrong either! The problem lies in acceptance of ideas. Each party fails to accept the view point of the other and only end up widening the gap between themselves. No doubt they experience pain but taking the initiative to end the cold war and shake hands is something everyone expects from the other person.

So what is the need of the hour? What is it that we (particularly the youngsters) are lacking? Well,it is a simple thing called forgiveness and acceptance that we need to inculcate!

Crazy musings on life

Some good music always does the magic of triggering all those countless emotions that have never been offered the outlet to see the light of the day. A good piece of music can make a silent admirer express his/her love, it has the potential to motivate some really good poetry. Its a powerful weapon, one that is making me write this.

I feel so good today. Everything seems to work subliminally for me now. People are near yet so far and they are far yet so near. A heart to heart connection seems to have developed between them and me. And on days like this, when I've got no one around to talk to or a good movie in store, my muse takes control over things. And today, post a pleasant Sunday being spent doing absolutely nothing productive, when I have nothing but my playlist to my company, strange thoughts are ruling my head. Images of a recent past and a near future are portraying life as a bunch of sweet scented flowers gifted to me by the omnipotent.

 A virtual world ain't that bad you see! At least you can reach out to someone and express your side of the story. Its a great relief to let out the things going on in the head and heart. The thoughts it leaves the listener with is a secondary matter, because once you are at peace, you can make everything else work just the way you want. And in case your wild musings do not appeal to the supposedly 'true' friend, you get to know who accepts you and who does not, who points out your wrongs and leaves and who takes the pain of guiding you.

So coming back to my story: The past couple of years have been full of changes for me. I'm not that old( old here implies an experienced person) a person to have plenty of knowledge on life or its odds, but just a teenager trying to earn that 'knowledge'. So, I had expected life to remain just the way it was when I was at primary school. I expected myself to be the topper of everything and favorite of all but then, life is not about what you expect, its about what you procure. So the 'changes' in my life have made me somewhat philosophical and that's what makes me think about one very important thing today, something I had never observed before.

When I dealt with the first 'change' of my life, I loathed it. The change didn't seem least bit pleasant. But over the little time I had to live with the change, I grew to love it. And when it was finally time to leave, I grew all gloomy and depressed. This reaction was more severe than the last time. Again the same kinda situation arose when I was made to deal with the third consecutive change. So basically, what I want to say is: people and things in life exist for a reason, their staying and leaving too has a hidden meaning that we fail to see at the moment but later when the future unfolds itself, everything seems to have been planned with just one purpose: to make us better than who we already are!

No mistakes; only lessons

I'm getting to see the darker side of life and though it's difficult to bear the evil right before your eyes, it ironically proves to be a great teacher. It is rightly said by Robin Sharma that there are no mistakes in life; only lessons. I fully agree and accept this true and raw fact about life. And honestly, I've got no regrets. I don't hate myself for any of the wrong decisions I took in the course of my life; instead I thank the naive and innocent little girl in me for showing up every now and then and making me learn what's right and what's not; what ought to be done and what not!

One major mistake (or rather I should call it a "bitter lesson of life") committed by people of my age (teens) and at times by adults is that we begin hating the person we are supposed to love the most! And that person is no one else but the figure you see when you look into the mirror: its you. Yes! We hate ourselves!For reasons, I never will accept as justified (unless of course you go and kill a person), we tend to dislike ourselves. And the moment we start developing this dangerous and fatal worm of hate for the self in our hearts, we lose the zest for life. Everything in life seems vague to us. Our eyes fail to see the beauty life has to offer and focus only one the "have nots".

The point I want to make here is that: life goes on and on till the second air stops moving in and out of our lungs. From cradle to grave, this journey will contain many, many ups and downs, sometimes more downs than ups but bravery is when we don't let these ephemeral downs lower our morale and love for life. This according to me is a simple little thing which surprisingly stroke me only after seventeen years of having seen the planet, its people, and the many "ups" and "downs" of life. And I know there are people who'll die without knowing this simple little thing. And therefore I felt the need to blog this little secret of life when I know I'm running short of time to complete all those home works and assignments that I've been piling up for weeks now! 

The little dark imperfection.

There are so many things I want to convey to that one person I so heartily adore. I do not know what relation we share, nor do I want to ponder upon it; the only thing I wish to see is the positive vibrant induced in my life by you.  Words cease to flow from my pen when I attempt to use them in your praise, I guess they're smarter than I am and understand the thing I haven't been able to understand in the past two years: the best parts of life are the ones one fail to describe....the ones which don't let the incessant smile abandon the face that glows and blushes only upon the mention of those reminiscent days.

So to you I write this letter mate.

Wherever you are, whatever you are indulged in, whether or not you remember me are matters too trivial for me. I may not mean the world to you, I may not have influenced your life, I may not have been able to make a place in your heart but one thing I've surely done which even you have not succeeded in doing: I've grown to love you. Your little imperfections, your irritating mischieves, your devilish smile,  your hungry eyes and your playful hands are bits of you that make you a perfect figure in my city of dreams where you and no one else plays the role of the 'hero' perennially. The audience in my city of dreams that includes me and only me gets tired not even for a second upon the thoughts of you that linger in the mind and heart for 24 hours a day and 365 days a year.

The little things I imagine about us every single day of my life are never to turn real. Though blind in love; I possess the audacity to have an eye contact with the bitter truth of life which has been and will forever keep on telling me that you are the Mr. Unattainable in my 'life' that has been never less than perfect. I hate to put it this way but if the truth has to be told then I would like to tell it right away, right now :  No matter how perfect you are, you'll always be the little dark imperfect part of my otherwise perfect life.

This however doesn't stop my stupid heart from beating for you. Every contraction and expansion of my little pumping organ does its routine core of pumping with the mention of your name.My heart owes its revival to you and your wonderful entry in life at a time when I was distressed and out of life. So, Mr.Unattainable lets not stretch it further and conclude with the words I've been telling ever since our first(and last) encounter: I Love You.