Survival!

When we are born, we do not know how long are we going to live, but we do get a sense which guides us towards survival. Survival is the basest of the emotions or thoughts which always is the most important aspect for us. Today, while returning from office I saw a burning car on the road and the first thing that I uttered was "Oh God! I hope no one died in that car". Consciously or sub-consciously each of us are working towards survival. Belonging to a class of Homo sapiens, one of our characteristics is that we are social animals. As we grow old, we tend to form deeper bonds with other humans around us whom we call family, friends and relatives. These bonds are also important for survival. Imagine how scary would it be to live all alone on this planet. So, survival has different meanings for different people. For a dying man, survival would be one more breath and for a healthy person, it would be having his/ her loved ones around.

During the course of living we get attached and detached from many people. There are times when we feel low because of the tragic events like illness or death. These are the times when we need to think the reason why we feel that way. What we are doing to ourselves by feeling that way. When illness or death around saddens us, one logical thing would be to respect our life and own health as that’s what is causing all the pain in someone else’s body. The person for whom we feel bad would have certainly wanted us to be concerned and caring in the time of need but would have never wanted us to suffer. If only we could FEEL logically, world would have been a different place! It is a strange fact of life that though we are born alone and we will die alone, life is no solo stunt. In the course of living, we invariably affect and get affected by others around us and memory makes it worse for us. Survival becomes difficult when someone close to our heart gets stroked off. But, does that mean we stop living and loving our life! Imagine all that person wanted was to survive. And we having that opportunity forget how beautiful the gift of life is. When an unborn is conceived, it’s just few cells which slowly become a complete individual. How beautiful the creation of God is to give life and more importantly a beautiful soul to these cells.

Life is a wonderful gift which has been bestowed upon us and certainly survival is the supreme thing for us. We never opted to be who we are and how we came into existence, but we can certainly decide and work on what we want to become. Each day when we wake up, we have two choices either to chase our dreams or to go back to dreams; obviously wise people choose the former one. As the history tells us, it has always been about survival of the fittest, but the definition of being fit changes with time. We are living in a fast paced, well connected world, where what may come in the next moment is unknown. And it is this unknown which will judge how well prepared are we to survive.

CURSED!!

Some people are cursed to be poor and unhappy while some are cursed to be rich and unhappy.But I, am neither rich nor poor but surely a little unhappy, unhappy with the humans around. I shouldn't judge coz' am one among them, but then that's the human nature. We judge, We classify and at last We conclude, but We forget that its all just circumstantial, We forget that we aren't the ultimate authority.

Sometimes, I feel I don't belong here, am I cursed to live in this place? Am I cursed to be a human?Cursed to feel the intense emotions,to face betrayal after trust, to face hatred after love,to survive the defeats, to embrace the success.What's all this after all? An endless vicious circle created by us...Alas!! When will all this come to an end?When will the doomsday of this never-ending 'suffering in silence' arrive?

At times i don't understand what do I want? What purpose do I have in life?
At the end of it,will I be another stereotype,who was born on some day of the calender and died? NO...That's not what I want..I know that I have to create a
difference, to rise above comparisons, jealousy and treachery, to be a true human...to make My stay on this planet worthwhile.

During the tough times, its difficult to move on and see things with a positive attitude, we feel that our world has already crashed. That, precisely, is the time when you need to push yourself a little hard..hard enough to understand that the world doesn't end with the problems around you, that you have a bigger goal to achieve. At the end, It's our collective effort which makes this world what it is-good or bad.
So, not ME, not YOU, its US who have to change...and change for better!!

My little angel..

The day she was born my world changed.Her little hands were so delicate to hold that I was scared of even touching her.When I saw her for the first time,I remember I was so stunned to see such a small creature that taking her in my hands was out of question for a few days.Her big watery eyes,a small round nose and sleek lips made me realise that she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.I realised that the long owned throne of being the smallest in my family which I had enjoyed for over 17 years have been overtaken by her.I felt jealous.Days went so quickly.I used to wonder how will she look when she'll start walking, when she'll call me out,but somewhere in my heart i never wanted her to become big.Her cherubic laughter used to turn me on and I just wanted the time to stop.I used to forget all my worries and tensions when i looked into her glittery eyes.Taking her snaps was my favorite pass time then.In no time my life wascentered around her.

One fine day she started walking.I used to feel so proud to hold her little fingers when she used to wobble during the initial days.Then,she became perfect at it and infact she ran faster than me.slowly slowly she started talking as well.I remember the first time she called me "maasi",I was so overwhelmed that i asked her to repeat several times until she got bored of it.I recorded it.It had a strange rythm of itsown.We loved fighting with each other over the most insignificant things.Her innocence used to leave me baffled at times.Her nose which turned pink whenever she made a fake cry was a treat to the eyes.Her curiousity to know things puzzled me.The genuinity of the questions she asked andto which there were no answers,left me wondering.Then,I realised that I have become big myself.

Whenever she's not around I miss her but whenever she is, we always fight.I guess that's what has made our bond so special and at the same time so different that it makes me fight with a toddler.She transformed me from an insensible youngster to a responsible adult.She made me understand why children are called 'Gods gift'.I didnt even realise when I was in love with her..with My Little Angel.