Life made me a poet!!!

"When does a person take up poetry?
When he is so much hurt that he can't express it by speech.
When does a poet give up poetry?
When he is so much hurt that he can't express it by poems."
I sill remember the day I wrote this quote.
I am walking without knowing where is the path leading me to. I am breathing without knowing the reason for my existence. I am in grief without knowing what am I grieving for.
I wanted to break down and and wash off my grief with my tears. But I couldn't as I was on the way back home from college. I wished to return home soon for the only reason that I could wash off my saline memory with my saline liquid from eyes. I think God was kind enough to let me break down in the main road. He showered with drops of sweet water from sky to mix in with my saline water from eyes. I cried and everyone thought I am getting drenched in rain. I just wanted to stand there and forget the happenings with the rain water mixing with my tears.I decided to remember the happenings, cry until I am satisfied and forget it.
It was a warm afternoon. Still, I could see the hiding dark clouds which were responsible for the sweet shower late that evening. I got a violent shock when one among my eight friends said "You are just fake. I don't want to be in this group mainly because I have heard all your truths."
I swallow my shock and ask, "What truths?"
"The truths which define you as a person.So please let us leave the group.Don't stop us",an other friend replied.
I am still not convinced. So I ask "Whom did you hear it from?"
"Everyone says so" was the reply.
I was shattered,at the same time confused. But managed to say "Come on, you people are my friends. Do you believe rumours more than me? Won't you help me get out of this misunderstanding?"
"We didn't really know who were our friends until we heard this thing about you. Now we are enlightened"was the reply.
I was traumatized by the unanticipated reply. I didn't have anything else to say. I just started walking. I thought someone would call me back.But no one did. I continued to walk. I never realized how much I walked.Some one calls me out and says "I am with you prash. I am your friend. I trust you, not the rumors." I just turn back to realize that it was none other than the friend from my group of eight, whom I least expected. I just broke down. She consoles me. I realized then
"Genuineness of a king, can be known during famine.
Genuineness of a wife can be known during misery.
Genuineness of a friend can be known during helpless situation"
I appreciated this thought by a famous Sanskrit scholar.
I could see that my tears had stopped pouring. But the rain continued . I smile as usual to cover up my grief. I reach home and scribble the quote mentioned in the starting.

Arogance or Attitude????

Well, these days "ATTITUDE" has become a hot word. Everyone speaks of it,but very few know what exactly is attitude.

Attitude isn't a negative trait until it is specified so.Arrogance is supposed to be a negative attitude but attitude itself isn't arrogance. There are positive attitudes as well.Many misunderstand the whole concept.

You speak out your mind boldly,frankly, on the face, people say "she has attitude". lol. Speaking out your mind requires a lot of guts.Not being socially conscious,not everyone can do that. You may feel thousands, but you may just tell out hundreds of it. Telling whatever is running on your mind in a very non-offensive manner is way too difficult. Because it's human mind and humans can't always think good about everything and everyone. This is a kind of attitude. But not attitude itself.To be more precise, this is boldness and not arrogance.

Right interpretation about people takes time. But Misinterpretation takes no time. It is better to wait and interpret rightly rather than misinterpret and arrive at wrong conclusions.

What made me write about this is I have always been a victim of misinterpretation. People so easily misunderstand my attitude to be arrogance. EXPERIENCE SPEAKS.

Queen’s sacrifice…

It was sometime in my 7th standard (6years back from now). I was badly pampered as I am the only child of my parents and was not deprived of anything that I longed for. I got all that I wished for. In short, I was the queen of the house. I too stood up to my parents’ expectations by scoring well. So the queen deserved to be a queen I guess.

Well, the queen was not all that good. She was very stubborn and would achieve whatever she wanted to. No matter how big it was and would never give up until she wins. In a way it was bad as she really didn’t care for anyone when she was onto something.

It was a usual day. Our queen finished the school and was hurrying up home in a local bus. She always wanted to have a window seat in the bus and made it a point to get it every day. When others asked if they could share the seat, she plainly refused. She thought others had no right in what she achieved. That day was no different. She got a window seat and was happily watching the view outside which she used to do every day. That day she had decided to doze off in the bus as she was really tired. After all, being a queen is not all that easy you see.

But when she was almost ready to doze off, she noticed a handicapped woman entering the bus. She felt that the women would ask for the seat and so the queen took her gaze off. She closed her eyes, could not sleep. She opened her eyes carefully to examine if the woman was nearby waiting for the seat. But no, she was not. This amazed our little queen.

She had multiple questions running on her mind like should she give her the seat? Will she be losing her achievement if she sacrifices? She was thinking all this for a minute and looked at the woman once more. This time our queen lost it. Without even answering her own questions, she just stood up and asked the woman to occupy her seat without hesitation. The woman thanked her and occupied the seat happily. Just after a while the woman called our queen back as she had to get down and asked our queen to occupy the seat again. The woman was very much touched. She blessed our queen with her hands on our queen’s head.

Don’t know why. When that woman touched my head to bless me, I had this real feeling of achievement which I had not got even when I topped my class(I used to consider topping the class as the greatest achievement then). I was really touched and moved. That was my first sacrifice. I felt like a real QUEEN. That incident really changed me a lot.

Your Love

Your Love made me blind,
that I couldn't see my mind.

your Love made me deaf,
that I couldn't listen to my mind.

your Love made me dumb,
that I couldn't speak to my mind.

your Love made me a loser,
that I lost my mind to u.