Dear Best Friend,

It’s comprehensible, I have lost rights to use these words,

Yet, as I type, solitary part of my heart hurts.

I know, these words may sound made up, temporary or fake,

Still I vow that with agony, I shake.

I still remember our initial meet,

A moment to cherish, comforting enough to breathe.

It was those few moments it hit my mind,

I wanted you as a needy demanded a dime.

Your existence grew on me,

Just like a leaf sprung on to a tree.

Gradually you became the warmth of my blanket,

My thoughts, my dream and my habit.

With the time, I grew so fond,

The happy soul had spawned a bond.

A relationship with no boundaries, limits or ends,

I was proud to entitle you my best friend.

When the night arrived and duty called,

We cried, we laughed, we shared it all along.

The long conversation, the nonsense chats,

Who knew this was the result of a basic chitchat?

This is when the “like” turned into “love”,

Giving you the position with nothing above.

Mentioning you in every conversation,

I was proud to declare it a happy relation.

But as they say a coin has 2 sides,

Circumstances twisted and one of them had to abide.

Accepting it without any hardships,

One end of the rope started to slip.

Able enough to keep it strong,

You accepted my corrects even though they were wrong.

Blinded enough not to see,

You were there all along, I just stung you like a bee.

Still keeping your cool through the heat,

My actions were a sinful deed.

Yet putting your emotions aside,

You aided me by still shinning bright.

Losing my respect, anger and temper,

My complains penetrated your skin just like a dagger.

Ignoring the result. I raged,

Not long, before I trapped myself in the cage.

Now our foundations are split,

Not a moment passes by without the guilt.

The difference is

Now you are gone, I wont be born.

Considering myself the victim of my action,

Today as I write this, I am reduced to a fraction.

As I reach out to the end of this blog, there are moments in your life, when, just one mistake will all it take, to lose someone. Someone you love, adore. Maybe they were your family, friends, an inanimate object.. Yet the importance of it is only realized after it is snatched from you.

I know these words don’t mean enough to be accepted as an apology. I realize my mistakes are unforgivable. I would like to send my sincere apologies to 2 of my closest friends, who in the past week have been through my stupidity and also to all my brothers, colleagues and my friends  “I Am Sorry”

If you want to address this message to any of your lost mates, then share it let them feel the value of friendship before its too late.

Dreams

Dreams :- “series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep.”

    It’s kind of amusing sometimes, that whenever the word “dreams”, initially strikes our minds, the succeeding word is always sleep. Yet, is the term “dream” only tied up with sleep? Is there a compulsion that you can only have delusions, and imaginations can be commuted only via an unconscious soul?

   The thoughts constantly stay with a self, given any state of the mind and the body, the only contrast is how we term it. For instance, Dreaming about a successful future becomes an aspiration; Dreaming about teachings inspired from prosperous personalities becomes an inspiration; Dreaming about money becomes greed.

   Hence proved, they exist in various manners. But who terms our dreams? Are they meant to be termed? It’s just another thought, striking a brain, maybe glimpses of images or touch of emotions.

   “As they say perspectives change... Well let’s twist stuff up... and let’s imagine from a different perspective...”

   These aren’t my thoughts; Currently. This is exactly what your little organ hidden in the midst of skull thinks. Through our eyes, what we observe, sense, feel is all considered reality.

  Well at the moment, lets label it reality, also let’s label whatever goes on, behind the scenes of reality, to be dreams. The part of a conventional day, our activities, movements; summarizing it in a simple phrase “Daily routine”, can be all considered reality, for an elementary reason. Nope, its not philosophical, it’s a simple answer.. We live it. That’s why it’s labelled reality. The brain somehow accepts the reality and lives it, but a modicum portion of it lies within the brain, where it reprocesses the entire scenario and projects it in the back of our minds, thus creating dreams. Here we draw line between the definition and make it:

Dreams:- “Another perspective of the reality”

   Dreaming is another regular part of the body, but what makes it special?

“For in dreams, we enter a world, That is entirely ours.”

   Nobody interferes, nobody trespasses. It’s the solitary thing which lies under your control, yet you cant do anything about it but just live it.

    The difference between reality and dreaming? Well, reality can collapse but, dreams are a constant loop of never ending happenings. You either choose to live it, accept it as your reality or leave it.

   “Don’t lower your dreams, to fit your reality. Upgrade your conviction to match your destiny.”

 

  

The Jar

Let's commence a tale. Not the one's young infants hear,  not the one's the adults aspired. An elementary tale of a periodic object. An inanimate being which can portray a life, by drawing out paradigms from it. 

A Glass Jar.

Upon it's influx to the world, the jar never knew, the complexity of the contemporary beings, the conundrums of the mind, the swiftness of time and the crisis of a hefty life.

Yet the intellect was sharp enough to edify the prodigy to set a target and exist as the solitary identity provided. 

The jar, an elephantine and a spacious jar,began his life on the terms of dictatorship, embracing what others feel, filling in everyone's expectation, needs and obviously leaving a considerable capacity vacant to allow his thoughts to flow via that space. For the coming years, he graciously accepted every minute particle of emotion, expectation and the ups and downs of a physical soul. They inducted, they established but they never escaped.

Embarking a certain point in his cycle of existence, he actualized that he is now half full, now he knows what people want out of him and now the filling would stop, so for once he made an attempt to venture upon that vacated area also known as a personal space of mind. Looking deep inside himself, he tried to locate the that space, crossing valleys of expectations, rivers of happiness, mountains of emotions, embarking on this one journey that would really mean a lot to him, the journey will allow him to read what he actually wants after knowing the innumerable things lying beneath him. But wait! Where is it? Has it disappeared or just hiding somewhere unfathomable where no one has ever been? With an optimistic approach he thought why not search it, why not look for it? 

With passages of time fleeting and personal space still missing, the jar still reflected yet little he knew that the filling had not halted. The filling continued and continued non stop but living in the trance of frisking his deserving and limited zone he forgot that he needs to stop the inflow of access of stuff from burdening and clogging up the remaining spaces. To escape the thoughts he endeavored upon he gave himself a light push, to get him back to his senses to push him back to reality. But he realized there was no escape he was caught in this landslide of life. Yet all it took was a slap! 

SMAAASH

Welcome to the reality. The jar resumed his life again. Failing one of his motives to find his inner conscience, he invited more trouble to himself. He allowed more crap to get filled, reaching a certain limit where either the jar had to crack or others thoughts and expectation. Little he knew that sometimes cracking up others can be the escape, Yet sacrificing his own soul he cracked up, letting everything lose, every dirt, every matter, every life, every space. He never knew that allowing others to establish inside himself, he had lost a certain part of himself to others thoughts, restricting it forever. 

All he could do now was watch how other jars filled up and lived on while he stood there, wondering where he had gone wrong.

 

Everyone existing can relate to a glass jar. Yet how You fill yourself really matters. Allowing others to live inside can be good but after a certain point, everything cracks. .Missing is the sure mind. It bends to whomsoever it wishes. It is now the multiple of them living in the solitary figurine

"Ring the bells that can still ring. Forget Your Perfect offering. There's a crack in everything that's how Light gets in."

16 Year Old Anonymity

Anonymity :- "The conditions of being anonymous. Lack of outstanding, individual or unusual features."

Contemporary world, dynamic trends, agile life. Yet a solitary component still remains unchanged, untouched, unnoticed, ANONYMITY. 

Knocked up by the aspirations of the legitimate life, the delusions of an infantile mind, the hopes and the expectations of superior souls, the sole desire of unidentified and an undisclosed individual remains patched and sealed behind the complexity of the universe.

The belief, the conjecture, the conventions still seeking it's way out, curious to venture out in the elephantine yet minute surroundings, anticipating the one route to channelize it's cries out to the ear canals of the millions, being restricted by the anonymity of the mind.

Being conked up, with eyes wide shut, still dreaming out loud. Mute, yet crying out loud. Deaf but hearing every syllable. Stupid yet a vestige above intellect. Candid yet deceiving. Anonymity is the truest expression of altruism. 

The adroitness of understanding, gaining, edifying yet not acting. The absurdity of mutism, the sense of ignorance, the knowledge of nothing, is another decoy, another persona created by the anonymous soul, and behind the persona lies another prevailing individual.

Anonymity is an art. You will never appreciate it until you lose it.

They will call us crazy, they will call us fools, they will play by us, until they will realize we are right.

"Man is least himself, when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask and he will tell you the truth."

What to expect when you are expecting?

Expect-"to look forward to; regard as likely to happen; anticipate the occurrence or the coming of"

Looking at the title, most of you might have assumed that this is another pregnancy blog transcribed by any other lady, planning to aid other females.. but trust me I am just another 16 year old..

Venturing profoundly over this elementary yet a bickering topic, the focal point of this piece, can consist of how the word "expectation"- a lucid term, can end up being an authentic interpretation for someone.

Commencing this topic, the very premature juncture of expecting inaugurates when a certain undertaking is graciously pegged over by any individual. Now, the discernible objective would be to construct a stratagem and set up an intent to execute an implement the expected task in a vivacious manner. Here is when the husky wall of a difference spawns completely deviating from the meaning of expectations and achieving. A habitual aberration that occurs is when expectations are considered to be the reality i.e. expectation is regarded to be the bare minimum that the person can achieve.

Clearly been associated to the nethermost level that a persona should be holistically been looking up to. Yet, this misconception should either be omitted or stifled. The current reaction on the readers face can be deduced and the first strain of thought zealously sprinting around in the minds of the readers
"This immature kid, wants us not to expect...".

Sadly, yes. In the contemporary the world, expectation, are constituted yet they are up so high, that anyone can flounder of grasping it, just because of the simplest of the reasons...THE EXPECTATION BEING SO HIGH THAT IN THE END THEY HAVE TO GIVE UP. That entity has no choice but to finally suppress the excitement and show apathy towards the chosen task.

Another scenario that can be considered is to set achievable goals, but if the aims are set on a realistic approach. The person carrying out these tasks shouldn't be stipulated to achieve these expectations rather should be cheered and motivated to show genial endeavor towards the job and one must show utmost obeisance to his decision and should be edified in case of any absence from chosen task...
"Never expect. Never Assume. Never Ask. Never Demand. If it's meant to be it will happen" 

Judgement

Classifying is a term used to arrange and organize by classes. Every being is generally formulated on the basis of their religion, their language, country they reside in etc. Yet these barriers are spawned so that every single soul can be distinguished and not discriminated over. That's where judgment pops up creating a cadaverous boundary between discrimination and differentiating.
Over the recent years, the context of classifying has been clobbered in such a manner that people have commenced judging everyone on these factors. The paradigms include skin color, socio-economic status, looks  attitude etc..
"Never judge a book by it's cover" has haltingly been bartered to "Judge the book without even having a look at it's cover." With the growth of inner qualities such as excellence in mannerism, developing a sense of competition and widening and multiplying  the knowledge base, another typical and vicious expansion in the quality of judging is a typical attitude observed between teenagers.
Judging someone has become far most the elementary way to constitute a first impression regarding an opposing soul. Just a quick glance, provides them with enough information to classify them to be interesting or boring. And thus the very debatable topic arouses and becomes the spine of this blog...
SHOULD ANYONE BE JUDGED WITHOUT HAVING PROPER INSIGHTS??
Every person has their own story. Behind the very amusing and humorous face can lie a very depressed and an unhappy mind, every genial face may not live a fruitful life, the most interested person in the group can show the most apathy from the inside.. Yet, the judgment factor changes everything. Not only, it restricts people to open up but it also restricts them from not exposing what they excel, coz' the fear of the crowd judging chills up their spine, pushing them away from the path and making them a no one. Thus initiating a rat race to be the core of all conversations. In order to categorized as one of the captivating ones, everyone falls into a morbid, just to show off whatever they have. this further more leads to many crisis. Just in order to draw attention towards people risk their well beings, their finance just not to be judged, adding up to another human quality of having an ego. They develop an invisible mask, showing what they wanna be and not who they really are, leading to subversive and draconian scenes.
Rather then exhausting time to explain why everyone should be behind you, develop the particular field and give yourself a vigorous reason to be the best. Everyone might not be good, but there is something always good in someone. Never judge anyone swiftly coz' every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.

Humor

Every Human being is special in some way or other(this is what I have heard..) But all you need is the passion to discover it( the part which is really tough). The fact that every potential soul possess a particular skill set, to uniquely define them, really perplexes me…
After a series of successful field experiments I finally found my exclusive dexterity, HUMOR
Now, the first thing that would strike anyone’s mind- Humor, what is he talking bout’. Reactions also include look at him, he has that academic achievement, that fellow is brilliant in sports and then there’s this one guy, commonly known as sharma ji ka beta, who’s the all rounder and the benchmark for everyone..
Yet, in the contemporary world humor as your key anchor just means inviting trouble to yourself… the quality of being amusing or comic, especially as expressed in literature or speech… Originally defined humor yet now its defined to be the quality of being amusing or comic, by the means of offending someone. Yet humor in itself portrays the fact that the comedian,also referred to as jokers in many cases, has a more creative approach towards life and take things more positively…
A common misconception between the agile society regarding the jokers is that, their elite thinking has restricted them to believe that we don’t have any other emotions. Regardless of any conundrums or predicaments, we deter
the obstacles and move on with our positive yet a complexly hampered lifestyle. This has caused the greater society to believe that our soul is isolated my a solitary emotion i.e. the funny attitude.
This is yet another interesting topic to venture upon. With the swiftness of our amusing behavior, there’s another side to it, symmetrical to the two sides of the coin. The other includes the distinguishing mannerism of our selves, including anger, sadness, depression and many other feelings. Burying it through all the hierarchical levels of the boldest actions and reactions, the humorous crowd tend to leave all the hardships behind and walk confidently towards the path of euphoria. In the midst of the infantilism behavior lies the other part not known to most of the crowd we interact with. And gaining the upper hand on the situation, all the frustration can be forced upon us.
Then too, even after suffering from crisis, the more humor skilled people tend to walk on leaving all negative aspects behind.