Wednesday, January 18, 2012

The Cognition to Success

   Everyone dreams... everyone has a perception and a way to attain their desired goals.. But how long is the journey to "success" to be familiar with the celebration of it? Yeah, it is something to be somewhere of your choice.. Its a mixture of your sentiments which cant be expressed when the desired thing is fulfilled..
Success - has a different meaning to everyone or as to say the vision to success is diverse . Some of us just think of it as of buying a house... some of us take it as being in a relationship... some of others take it as shopping while some really mean to toil for the zenith of satisfaction. . . Its like pushing yourself against gravity and observing the results..
The feeling to success is not ordinary... It could be felt and not be said.. It could be achieved by working harder and be rejected with an idle mind.. Its all in one go.. Its all in one go...

For the awaited satisfaction of success, it turns up all fancy to celebrate with. I mean if it was that easy to get something, then today i would have been on the moon planting houses.. which ultimately becomes inflexible  than even imagined. Until and unless we are willing not to give up on our lives and the "fun".. it would be soothing and elating to acquire the unfulfilled wishes.. Afterall, everyone gets to face the battle of success and failure know !

Just the ordinary thinking to what people take accomplishment as needs to be modified.. Its not just about getting wet in rain or watching porn with your boyfriend.. Its dense in context as to what needs to be done about the scratched lives.. Awakening is one of the most effective ways or the initiative to what needs to be clarified about your own selves.. Backing off diminishes the dream of being somewhere.. A degree costs nothing as to what the knowledge is.. Papers would remain papers, but the education you give to yourself will be remarkable i guess.. Yah i think it would be.. The society needs to affront complex plights of failure and achievements.. Nothing goes down if a piece of stone is thrown into the sea.. A required change is lacking amongst the members of the family (society) as to what is the feeling of "success"..

The youth would be the adjustment and power to get those dreams and chimera carried out..
I believe all we need is initiative.. rest is upon us to continue or fall back enduring the guilt..
Be cognitive to the sections of your life, rather than just assuming and imagining the pictures of useless, broken illusions..

Face it..face it.. feel it.. feel the fame..a man of value indeed... - Albert Einstein

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Saturday, January 14, 2012

Dil - e - Dastaan

Dil masroof na hai tumhare bina,
Pyaar kiya jo hai tumse..
Jitna chahein nigaahein faer lo,
Tumhari dillagi hai sirf humse..

Chahe jahan me tumhe pa na sakein,
Rahenge tumhare dil me hum...
Mil jaana humein to honsla badega,
Warna tod denge hum dum...

Bahut shiddat se ikraar kar paye dil o jaan,
Chod na dena humein darmiyaan...
Rahengi daastan muqambal jo ho jaaye,
Arwah meri tujhme fanah ho jaaye...

Un sehroo me jaake tumhari abroo karein,
Dil ne jise sehlaya hai...
Pyaar ko pyaar se kya kehna,
Waqt tumhare dar pe humein laaya hai...

Deedar hum karne lagein tumhara,
Fakr se tumhe apnaya hai...
Naa jaane dil ki bechaeni koi,
Mod aisa zindagi me aaya hai...

Takalluf na kar, keh de jo kehne aaya hai,
Mohabbat ke alfaaz ko bayan kar...
Parwaah na ho kisi ki humein,
Aisa mere pyaar par aitbaar kar...

Rehna na ab khafa tu humse,
Pyaar kiya jo humne tumse,
Jitna chahein nigahein faer lo,
Tumhari dillagi hai sirf humse...

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Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Feeling Extraordinary**

       There always have been 'n' number of times when i have felt the same i.e nothing extraordinary really has happened to me. However there comes a turn on the road when waves in the ocean promote. I stood still when my heart skipped a beat and I.. I gasped.. It was intense. Felt as if its just me who exists in this beautiful creation. It was sound and atoning, for a while i couldn't put a limit on my giggle. It began with a flow and never took a pause.
It was a couple of years ago.. We had never interacted before, it was the first time, it indeed was the first time.. But how could the first time be such an enchanting image that you yearn for several others like that?
'Yahoo' was a medium to converse.. There was apprehension from both sides, the restlessness of contacting for the first time. Things weren't stable, nonetheless he called.. I heard him, it was like a grip instructing me to catch his voice and.. and breathe..I smiled without letting him notice..
For about hours, we conversed on the phone. Naah naah it was nothing personal, we conferred our experiences, our strength, likes, dislikes, family etc. That night seemed to be an illusion. A live dream!!..I felt a stroke commanding me to accept his voice as a tone of some extraordinary belief..  I loved it..!!

O Yah.. there were nights and mornings succeeding the old ones.. The times when we used to crash on the phone itself while communicating,the best conversations were at 3 AM, the most sincere words were from the heart, and the best moments were those spontanious urges to seize the moment. .. the wait and elation to listen to each other & engrossed in thoughts somewhere.. We used to get hold of unoccupied times hurriedly.. Gradually, the peculiar of us entered the circle of stronger bond which we anticipated to be fortune. The memories which are certainly noteworthy. After all, this feeling was unusual..
  Days and Months passed.. there was this sensation of feeling inclined to this one person, who was bizzare a couple of months ago. The penchant of him, replaced a friends' status. It was now seeming to b a little more.. Just a little more.. It is said that "Your sentiments should be as smooth as water on the mountains, so that the one you admire, gets an account of your feelings". Something like that had occurred when he had a job & chatted while working. Be it day or night, i used to wait for those minutes when i will receive a 'hello'.. At times, our calls used to take more than 5 hours in a row.. Again, it was nothing personal, however a take-up about our 'Crushes' wasn't a bad commence. I infer that we were young enough to consider affairs contemptibly.

    Though, it seemed that we really had felt special about each other in a short span of time.. For the level of comfort.. easiness was not found in anybody else in these years except him.. And absurd me, who uttered everything at once. HE GOT TO KNOW IT!! I admitted that i like him intensely..Aah, one question.. Why, why am i so bashful?
I could never pick an answer for this.. Besides he used to be in a fit of rage because of my shyness. He likes it too.. ha ha.. Seems to be contradictory know? Besides all the talks, and appealing personality.. We used to throughly have a dispute.. It was like a part of our schedule, trivial matters and one of us had to start..
Was like we were paranoid and after 2 days, i had to pacify him.. Sadly, hes really stubborn, Whereas I am the punk, he he.. I didn't really care about the quarrels of daily times, I could be the one loving you and disliking to the utmost in general.. Just me..!!
O boy, those days were something else.. It was naive, but an insanity within something.. It was Beautiful..
& it still is a mesmerizing pleasure..Months passed.. Perhaps a year too.. i no longer could hold back the actual desire to see him.. to gossip and say all unsaid .. maybe it wasn't that basic to do what i estimated.. The unusual thing grew.. The inkling about liking each other 'alot' remained constant. The things were told.. Moments that were equally cherished..

O well.. a story had commenced, a saga, which wasn't there to terminate, but to be loyal and prolong with it.. Yah the Partial Crush.. It's not uncanny to be with just the one you value.. It's just a symbol of being together.. together.. Yah optimistically, that has to happen. I like/liked his soul, fell in love with it and now the attachment ultimately means his presence.. That close link with him was one of a kind.. is one of a kind.. & will be one of a kind in some circumstances..
He has always wished good for me.. "Wants me content in any & every way, that's his motive".. He couldn't made anything better than what actually had happened, it was & is something momentous..
which has had an alluring impression..on me & him..

"True love stories never have endings... They just dont.. & so this love story will never come to a halt..It cant be defined, it can only be felt.. by just me and him"...
Your Lats!!

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Thursday, January 5, 2012

Its a Journey to be continued..

Life goes on n on n on.. 
I remember i was 10, clamoring and weeping while screeching  : "Mummy, you cant go, you cant leave your kids and reside in a place where you wont be satisfied".. those days were something when she was feeble; helpless because she was trynna snatch a good life for her kids in this material world. We were too small to understand such talks, yahh.. It was meant to be an "Understanding Plight" where i lacked brain.. I was 10.
Growing up was a big task handed over to me. It was a bundle of authorities to be concerned about.. Again, i was just 10 years old..

11..12..13.. Moved on.. Until 16 i remained an infant.. However should i term it as a wish or a fulfilled desire that the matter I have wished for until now in my life, hasnt gone in vain.. Those efforts to get things done, even as a child were priceless.. Some excitements take your breath away; perplex you; astound you; while some just pass by your mind and whisper that "you deserve all of it".. Isnt that beautiful? I mean, such a unique clutch you get a hold onto and it stays.. it does stay.. for long..

Dad used to stay with me in our house, Delhi.. While he used to sing me lullabys and narrate stories, mummy was busy pondering over her kids' snapshots. It was another moment that seized my heart..
The love, the affection, the care.. nothing is bullshit unless you really close your eyes and mean each and every word.. I have always supposed my parents to be the greatest like every othr child. Am i not blessed to have them; ones  who admire you every moment.. ones who take care of your unexpressed feelings.. ones who support you when you limp.. delightful!!

Its being carried on.. It is, truly.. the same sensation of cherishing them.. all.. myself.. and you!

Its a mixed packet of spices.. nevertheless am just gazing at the brightest color.. I amm...

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