LOOKING FOR MYSELF

Whatever I write, I try to put myself in form of words. I try to look for myself. My pleasure to write will never stop even if I am at my adverse situation. I feel free when I put my heart in words. We must embrace our feelings to give a broad spectrum of our existence. I am really on a sail looking for myself because I realised, I am not what I look like. I cannot understand myself. In failures, in doubts, in things that haunts me, in deception, in an assumption of being judged, in an illusion of getting lost, in a state of being misunderstood and in fear of stumbling down, I've got a long way to go and reach myself. In the struggle of reaching myself, I'm learning the art of resilience. 

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The Note Collector

The note collector said, " It is fine to feel grief, anger, sad offcourse. Look at you, look at me and look at us. Each of us is carrying a corner in our heart where something is kept that is trying to decieve and tear us apart. To let out is fine. You were not meant to be a lifeless wardrobe, holding everything inside and burdening. You have the right to let out what you don't want. And now I urge you all, if any of you is carrying any burden, let it out. Don't let it make you fall apart. Don't let it to make heavy burden and lead you to break. " 

Everyone stood up and went away except one. The one came up to the note collector and gave a note. 

"I didn't mean to do this. " said the boy. 

The note collector assumed with the appearance of the boy that he might be a student of level 4th-5th.

The note collector opened the zip of the pocket of his bag which was already full of notes, collected from others and then he kept the note from his hand. He picked up the bag and went out of the hall. The boy was stalking when he left out of the school gate. 

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IN DILLEMMA WITH , "NO"

"NO", too easy to write yet too difficult to say. There are so many problems in our lives and one of them is the dillemma of saying NO.  It is just a word but powerful enough to pressurise yourself and might set your heart free once you say it. 

We are social animal and we care for each other because of the group we belong to.  We cannot just say NO and move on because that will carry a burden of guilt. This is given to us as a child and we carry it in adulthood. "NO" makes us feel negativity because we don't want to be left out from our group. We theoratically conclude the practical outcome before expressing the desire to say NO.

What if you can say , NO, even for a day? What if you can say NO and propose your desire to the opposite? 

I KNOW FEW WOMEN

Whenever I thought of writing about women, I failed to attempt. There is no adjective which fits equivalent to women. After lots of struggling with myself, I came to conclusion that I should write about few women I met.

That would be easy for trying in writing about women. 

I know few women and they are amazing in their own way.

Some are like an open book. They know what they want and does work with great enthusiasm.Their path was made with dreams which turned into vision and than reality. They walked farther to check what was beyond. 

Some are reserved. They too know what they want. They sewed their path with their priorities. It is their privilege to walk through the way they choosed. 

Man and woman compliment each other in grand circle of life and evolution.In perspective of men, they find women to be difficult to understand. 

Would it passionately interest you if our universe is too easy to understand?  🤷‍♀️

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SAID WITHOUT SPEAKING

Loved me or loved me not,

To see those glittering eyes, 

I used to go through that road, 

Where I left my heart like a rolling dice,

In hope of a small talk, 

I smiled back like a stupid, 

May be it was better to just stalk, 

Although I felt around me cupid. 

Not a single day went without seeing, 

But never ever got a chance to speak, 

There were sunny days and so was raining, 

There was love to express which was at its peak. 

Was I too young to speak out my heart? 

In any way it was meant to start, 

Those glittering eyes finally were at me staring, 

Seemed like I said without speaking.

You know what happened after this

Some moments cannot be described or told , they are lived.

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THE MODERN AGE OR THE AGE OF CRISIS?

The discord between the development of positive science on one hand and the dehumanization of man on the other hand is the worst crisis of the modern age. Man lost foothold in the dilemma of conquering and quest for power or authority. Man has lost ownership of himself and the 'individual self' got crushed too. This is a sceptical age where men are seeking a new faith to replace the faith of their ancestors. Man's knowledge has outrun his wisdom and he is haunted by the destructive power of his own inventions which he is unable to control. This is an age of fierce paradox in which our perspective is thwarted.  Men are caged by their obssessions of authority without integrity.

BEAUTY IN THE DARKNESS

When you read or hear the word 'space' , you might think of darkness. Infinite, empty and dark.  But there dwells life and death. There dwells the creation and devastation. With our scientific advancements , we came to know about the big bang and the creations. Our ancestors too had known about creations but with different perspectives. Our modern thinking might contrast with their beliefs. But we all are in the same boat. 

We are still learning how to sail across the space. 

We hope that may be somewhere out there, another boat is there with people like us. Maybe some sailed and reached at the end of it, waiting for us. 

The heavenly bodies are sailing across the space too.  In the darkness is the most beautiful. 

So, when you hear or read the word 'space'  next time , think about its beauty too.