angels

The times were dark,

And I were forlorn,

Engulfed by an ocean of misery,

Struck by the grief of death,

Ever so weak was I,

Like a withering flower,

In the depths of despair.

Unaided I fought the engulfing ocean,

Unaccompanied I traversed it,

Sought I the treasured chest,

Even with a foe I went abreast,

Day in and day out; here and there,

The voyage continued leading me nowhere.

Lost I was in the vast expanse,

Defeated in every battle.

Time was flying by,

And I was losing ground.

It was then, a lightning struck,

From heaven those angels came,

Calling themselves ‘TRENDSETTERS’ by name.

They took in this abandoned baby,

And looked after it like a precious ruby.

They taught me how to walk,

They taught me how to talk,

They taught me how to run,

They taught me life was nothing but fun.

It was a new life, a new path, a new journey,

That I began to travel,

Every moment I was with them,

I began to marvel.

Do they call it luck?

Do they call it destiny?

I began to wonder

As I suddenly was having such a good company.

To all you angels,

who made my life bliss.

You have taken away all my strife,

All I can say in return,

Is that I owe you my life.

the cold cream treatment......

G has always been his mother's boy. Always. ever since he was one, he called his mom with her name. She had been an inspiration to him always. He copied her, at every thing. Cooking, novels, the color green and even at academics( Electrical engg).

today's story dates back 16 years when he was three and a half years old. he copied her back then too. this time it was cold cream. having seen mom apply the cold cream over her face, our naughty G thought if mom why not me. and so with his cute fingers, he pulled a stool to the table. Stood on the stool, reached for the cold cream and applied it all over his face and then devastation.......

fifteen minutes later......
he was lying in bed, with a white cloth over his fore head and something in his hand. it was a small bottle. he pressed it hard, with all his might. he was angry at the bottle for having caused such pain to him.

fifteen minutes ago......
having applied the cold cream, G got down from the stool and started searching for his toys. slowly his eyes started to burn. his eyes turned red. he had tears in his eyes. Granny saw G crying. she went to him. He told her the whole story. She went inside saw the bottle and came back running out with a wet cloth.

That my friends was not cold cream but a ZANDU BALM bottle......

dreams.......

there is something inevitable about dreams... EVERYBODY DREAMS...

Chris reeve's words still echo in my ears though it has been over six years since i have first heard them,
" so many of our dreams at first seem impossible, then they seem improbable, and then when we summon the will, they soon become inevitable."

what is so special about dreams?

everybody has dreams. Ofcourse even i have dreams.It's the way we see them, the way we try to realize them.
Everybody dreams.Most of them tend to put those dreams away in a small box.Throw it away in the store room.As time goes by most of them forget the box.When nothing in the world is going right for them, they tend to bring the box out of the store. They take a look into it.

YES! My dreams are still, while some get inspired by these dreams the others tend to ignore wondering how foolish they were to dream. Indeed these dreams are great, but they were never brought of that box.They remain there forever, forgotten like the rest.

THEN! then what happens?

They dream Again.Why?

Because it costs them nothing.
Then what happens? Another small box finds its way into the store room.

Ofcourse, it is not easy to realize your big dreams.It's tough.It takes an uncommon amount of guts to put your dreams on the line, to stand up to them and say,"I will fight."

there is always failure in life.Defeats are always around the corner, but it is better to lose the battle, struggling for your dreams than to be defeated without knowing what you are fighting for. Do not forget, its only the human race that has been blessed with the capacity to dream and capability to realize them. Its only man who can transform his thoughts into physical reality.

why dont we try to realize our dreams? Its because we are scared. Its not the defeat that scares us. Its the aftermath of the defeat that scares us.Its the people around us which scare us, because they would call us MAD for having dreamt big, for having failed. But just stop for a moment and think, why should we care for those people, they never helped us dream, they never helped us realize them. they never paid our college fee. they never cooked our food. they never made up our bed. why then?

Just stop for a moment and think. Spread your dreams.Tread softly upon them with courage. WE can often measure a person by his dreams but its only the one who believes in the beauty of his dreams that will rule the future.

So friends, wake up next morning, go to the store room, bring your box out of the store room and your dreams out of the box and then summon the will to realize them.