Life has always played strange games with you.
But it doesn't mean those games are purposeless. At times you are sad, then happiness comes in your life, and then sadness again. But it doesn't mean your sadness is permanent.
Your tears may be more lasting than your laughter.
But it doesn't mean they are worthless.
You may inhale a new air everyday with your usual ficklemindedness. But no, You are yet not aimless.
You may be rude and harsh most of the times. But it doesn't mean you are heartless.
You are one of a kind.
You have scars because you have a history. All you've got to do is find yourself. Search the original you inside the person you have become today, and you'll find the best part of life in worst times.
But it doesn't mean those games are purposeless. At times you are sad, then happiness comes in your life, and then sadness again. But it doesn't mean your sadness is permanent.
Your tears may be more lasting than your laughter.
But it doesn't mean they are worthless.
You may inhale a new air everyday with your usual ficklemindedness. But no, You are yet not aimless.
You may be rude and harsh most of the times. But it doesn't mean you are heartless.
You are one of a kind.
You have scars because you have a history. All you've got to do is find yourself. Search the original you inside the person you have become today, and you'll find the best part of life in worst times.
The one teacher that changed my life
God enters everyone's life in some form or the other, but the
misery is that when you recognize him he is already gone.He entered my life in the form of a human being, and he was no one but my History teacher.
The first day he taught us, class became interesting to my surprise and forty minutes spent like forty seconds.Yes, that was the time when i first realised that education could be more enjoyable and interesting than any other luxury of life. I started developing keen interest in History, for he taught it so well that you could actually imagine the kingdom of the Mughals, you could feel the beauty of Cleopatra, the pain of the Jews and the sacrifice of the soldiers. He knew what students loved and so he shared his personal experiences and knowledge from all over the world, and the best part was that nothing he taught was irrelevant of our chapters. He gave us more education than any book could have given us, for his teaching was not remembered for a day but was absorbed for the entire life. Movies and games started giving no amusement but strangely the subject that I once hated, began to hypnotise me as soon as he began teaching.
Unlike most of the teachers, he gained respect not because of his student's fear for him or because they had been taught respecting their elders since childhood, but because he was the one who truly deserved it. I soon realised that respect does not come from polite words, but straight from the heart. He understood every student and knew very well how to make topics easy for them. I saw the glow on his face when the weakest students of the class began answering the questions thrown on them. A deep feeing of satisfaction ran over him as if he wished to say, "My purpose has gained some success", but he preferred remaining quiet with the same glow maybe because he knew that his purpose was not over yet .He continued teaching us everyday and the positive results of his teaching showed up in other subjects also. It was his teaching that really taught me the way and trick of learning which had always been unknown to me.
His role was not over in the field of education because he was the power who gave my aim a direction. He was the best motivator I had ever known. He made me understand that if we wished, every desire could be fulfilled, he made me realize that life is not just a land, but a wonderland full of opportunities, which knock our doors only once. I was never so determined in my plans, but now i had learnt that even animals live, eat and play, but we humans are born to do different things in yet different ways.
Sir left the school but his teachings still exist somewhere in my mind and heart. He was a strange song that I never knew, but I am sure I'll hum the same song throughout my life, and hence I call him my only God.
A witty incidence
This incidence was shared by my principal when I was in school:
When my principal was in college, he had been to a camp with his friends, where they had this particular girl who showed too much of consciousness in allowing others click her picture.
She repeated this phrase again and again, "I don't look good in photographs." Finally after tolerating this girl for a number of times one of her friend replied,"Oh dear, have you ever heard of the saying that the camera don't lie? "
The reason why I shared this humorous incidence is that I want to explain that for a person to protest, it is not necessary to be rude and arrogant always. Decency is really a better option,and at times decent words induce more effect than abusing words do.
This particular friend would have showed his frustration by simply yelling, "Stop this bloody overacting you bitch! ", but he did not use these words. I am sure the decent words used by him prevented a great quarrel.
The same aspect can be applied to any and every situation in life..... Such small things are what would someday help us to improve the values of the present and the future generation.
Time -A mystery
Time has always been a mystery for everyone. Truly said, "time is the best healer", time keeps on changing it's definition as it passes by.
Here is another self composed poem about "TIME":
Time comes from depth
Of truth and tales
Unsaid but felt
By every heart, every soul,
But after it waves goodbye
It is valued more
Than ever did we Earthly creatures
Valued the reasons of our lives.
Goodbye is said
With senseless tone,
Goodbye is never good.
With senseless tone comes the grief
Of pain and regret.
Time gives life to million sufferers
With hopes and strength
Which were once
Killed by time itself.
It also shows
A rising sun and
Turns into a silver lining
Of the darkest clouds.
Never heard or seen by any soul
Time still survives
With all its powers
Of healing or destroying.
Yes it is the one
Next to God
Who once made it
The immortal soul.
Here is another self composed poem about "TIME":
Time comes from depth
Of truth and tales
Unsaid but felt
By every heart, every soul,
But after it waves goodbye
It is valued more
Than ever did we Earthly creatures
Valued the reasons of our lives.
Goodbye is said
With senseless tone,
Goodbye is never good.
With senseless tone comes the grief
Of pain and regret.
Time gives life to million sufferers
With hopes and strength
Which were once
Killed by time itself.
It also shows
A rising sun and
Turns into a silver lining
Of the darkest clouds.
Never heard or seen by any soul
Time still survives
With all its powers
Of healing or destroying.
Yes it is the one
Next to God
Who once made it
The immortal soul.
The second door
This is a self composed poem based on parent's pressure on their children. This is about how a person struggles and finally realizes which door to enter- the door that had always been his desire, and not his parent's wish.
It's hard to believe how much I walked,
To reach the door which was just locked.
I made my balance in the crowd,
But still could never make them proud.
I tried and tried and little cried,
Yes at times I also lied.
They never saw what I had seen,
They never realized to what I had been.
My failures were always a curse,
Yet, showing my tears had been worse,.
So I preferred staying alone in life,
But still I never picked a knife.
"Just be yourself", echoed my heart,
But mind always threw me apart.
The year I listened to my soul,
Each day I got a better role.
They never kept a hope for me,
My success now the world can see.
A lesson friends, I have now learnt,
All my failures are now burnt.
There is always a second door
Made for us or maybe more?
It's hard to believe how much I walked,
To reach the door which was just locked.
I made my balance in the crowd,
But still could never make them proud.
I tried and tried and little cried,
Yes at times I also lied.
They never saw what I had seen,
They never realized to what I had been.
My failures were always a curse,
Yet, showing my tears had been worse,.
So I preferred staying alone in life,
But still I never picked a knife.
"Just be yourself", echoed my heart,
But mind always threw me apart.
The year I listened to my soul,
Each day I got a better role.
They never kept a hope for me,
My success now the world can see.
A lesson friends, I have now learnt,
All my failures are now burnt.
There is always a second door
Made for us or maybe more?
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Life has become nothing more than a competition.
You work hard, but only to defeat others.
You never mind to notice the standard of your competetor, but when a new place introduces you with new competetors, you become weak to fight anymore. So, why fight? Why can't you simply strive for perfection, so that the question of competition does not arise?
Instead of being the winner each time with respect to someone, be the real winner for yourself.
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