Hope for the best

Life is like a magician’s play .A magician with his witchcraft turns us flabbergasted .Likewise, life is full of surprises .Sometimes pleasant ….sometimes shocking .You hold something tight in your fist when all of a sudden everything slips like the sand particles from your hands .On the contrary when you expect least you find lady luck smiling at your side.

You believe that you have played your best shot and cross your fingers but you get caught on the boundary line and have to return to the pavilion .Whereas, sometimes a silly shot may be miss-fielded to fetch you four runs. You perform your best and get peanuts in return. While sometimes, you are evaluated liberally when you expect least.

You participate in a competition and expect to win .Despite your best efforts someone else kisses the crown .So should you stop participating? You dream to achieve something high but they are shattered .So should you stop dreaming? You walk in sun when all of sudden dark clouds surrounds you .So should you stop daring?
Optimism is the key to success .When you lose a competition then don’t lose your hope. Even a cobweb is not made in a single try. So be positive and try next time and success will touch your feet. Dream of making castles in the air, but have guts to make strong fundamentals of hope beneath. Always hope for the best as “Nothing in this world is impossible as even the word impossible says I – M – Possible “. Dark clouds may surround you for a moment but don’t forget that “every dark cloud has a silver lining “.Hope is the master key for all the locks .So when all doors are closed try to open it with it.

So in your next endeavor cross your fingers not your hope.

My Best Teacher

Often I sit back to think who is my best teacher? Is it soft spoken Mrs Reena ,my English teacher ,who with her elegance has won my heart ? Sr. Reji who made my reckless life disciplined ? or is it Mr. Bose whose eloquence kept me engrossed ?.Of course they all hold a very respectable place in my mind but when it comes to my best teacher then it is none other than MY OWN LIFE .
The lessons life has taught me can never be learnt from any of the books.It has toughness of Maths ...can make me perspire in cold winters :). It has depth of literature ... at times it forces me to think deep in solitude ...as deep as verses of a poem.Often it turns as monotonous as History :)..and yes, sometimes it is as intellect ,as practical and as rational as science. All in one !! amazing. Isn't it ?
Hello..!! this teacher has not always been kind and linear to me .Well , most of the time it turns hard and evaluates me miserly :( . When I toil day and night and believe that I have given my best shot then I fail in its exams. On the contrary, when I expect least , I come up with flying colors .But all these experiences have their own lessons to teach .It builds my attitude and make me wise.
All bearings ,pain,pangs are nothing but hands on that make me more veteran.For the first time when I blindly fall in a pit , I might turn helpless. But next time , I know better how to come out of it or even how to avoid falling in it .Can any body tell me what other lectures on Earth can make me imbibe that ?Kahlil Gibran has aptly said " Your pain is only the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding ".
Sweet and sour ,linear and tough ,smooth and hoarse that is the way this teacher has been to me.But the truth holds it's place that all the lessons taught are real ...nothing fake ...nothing hypothetical or nothing merely theoretical.No cramming , no bookish knowledge can be ever be equivalent .Thanks for being my teacher !

Life is like that

Life is like a river.When a river originates from a glacier it is agile and boisterous.It can rebel to wash down anything ..even a mountain to make its way and so robust is a young mind.

In the middle stage the mobility of a river slows down.A vivacious flow turns to a streamlined and tamed one .Similarly, with age one becomes serene and mature .Shallow thoughts turn deep.Rash actions turn rational.

In the last stage ,it finally confluences in the sea .Likewise in the old age one waits for the moment when all the sins are purged away.

In this entire journey ,a river faces so many obstacles..upcrust and down crust ..but who can stop it from reaching its goal? Similarly,in a journey from an infant to an old person one faces so many ups and down .But those who become stagnant are the losers .Those ,who with their strong will power and determaination break all the shackles are the winners.

A river, is a survivor of many living organisms.Many depend on it for its bread and butter.That's why in countries like India it holds a very pious place.But at times it can be perilious to destroy live with its rage .Who can forget Tsunami?Likewise,A human mind is very powerful.But it depends how the grey matter is used... in a constructive, or a destuctive way.

When a vagabond river is tamed to an emabankment it gives very fruitful results.Lets learn and converge all our thoughts in one positive direction .As this what can make this world a better place to live in .

Who am I?

The question which often appears in my mind when I am melancholy and has haunted my psycho perpetually is What am I? what shape would I be framed when judged by my own self with an even hand .
Yes ..I am a gentle drop of rain showered from sky to this large ocean created by god. A little , delicate drop totally unaware of its destinty ,its identity its motto and its destination .Though thousand drops of rain fall in this world yet few have a chance to enter a shell and through several processes of metamorphoses change to a pearl ..I wish I am one of those lucky drops.
At times I feel I am newly winged bird peeping through her innocent eyes the large sky .She is ready to fly but is totally unware of the dangers she faces in the sky and keep wondering what they are.So do I. Also, I am full of energy ready to show world that letter 'F' of 'fraility' and that of 'Female' does not mean the same.To a person of my sort everything has a definite reason .why 2+2 always 4 not 5 or so?
At times I flounder to think that life goes like the sand particles ,when being dropped from a height always blow in the direction wind carries it.No matter how hard we try there is some supernatural power which can restrict us whenever IT wants .Arent we not merely lumps of clay which may be moulded any way HE likes.
But before HE does so I pray, let my all hidden potentials not unwatched go ..let me serve a meaningful life...or atleast let me serve the purpose for which I am here before I am called up back to pavallion.