Monday, November 06, 2006

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 .

Monday, October 09, 2006

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.