It’s not love when you say...

Yeah it’s not love, when you say “I wanna die before my partner dies” or “if death has to come then  it should come to me first” to impress your partner and to show how much you love her (“her” for your girl here and for girls reading this, read “him” :D).

But does this really make sense? Is praying and wishing for dying before helps your partner in any way? Will your love be happy to see you taking your last breath in front of her? Will you be happy to leave her alone in this cruel world? Is this the love you have for her? Is this how much you love her that you just wanna get out of this shit world as soon as possible leaving her behind struggling to face all the odds of the world all alone?

No, this is not love. Love is to make sure you are there with her till her last breath, love is to make sure she faces all the struggles with you behind, love is to make sure you are there with her when you grow old.

So just make this thought trash out of your brain that love is to die before your partner. Always wish that you are there with her till she is alive.

Won’t you enjoy this, holding her hand and walking out everywhere when you grow old, talking about your younger days together? And everything else.

So on this Valentine’s Day say her something she will admire, something she will be happy to hear, something that will make her fall in love with you all over again.

And yeah for sure, stop saying that first line of this blog :p

#fallinlove

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It was MY DAY

It was the placement season in my college sometime in August and I was eager to get myself a job after four failed attempts. I woke up after an unsuccessful sleep and it was like I can't succeed in anything even in this thing (yea!! having a good sleep).

I should get ready fast my mind knocked me. I went to the bathroom, had the shower and my mind was still like "will I get the job" , "is it my day" , "am I prepared" and every alien thought I could had.

It was not like I pray everyday but today was something special, I needed a job and for that praying was the solution which was glowing the most in my thoughts. My mum and dad were too excited like on my every previous attempts and they wished me luck while I was getting ready.

So, I was ready, I had my breakfast, I had those almonds too that my mum gave me to make my brain extra sharp,  you know haha!! . I was out at the bus stand waiting for it to drop me to the metro station. That ironed white shirt, black trousers and shining shoes were making me feel like a true gentleman who had a good job, good salary and everything good BUT it was not.

Those feeling were vanished as soon as I saw a crowded bus which I had to take to reach the metro station and then the college on time. Those 10 mins ride in the bus made my ironed shirt crushed, my shining black shoes dirty and my set hair moved in every other direction. The confidence I had just few moments before was no where to found. I was like it will be my fifth failure in a row.

I boarded the metro from Laxmi Nagar (that too was jam packed, Delhities would know) and after an hour and a half I reached Rithala, reading and revising everything that I could and also for the first time making a good use of the internet, googling everything I thought would be important.

Here I was, a little late as always, rushed to computer lab for the first round which was the QA round. I remember the clock counter on the top right corner of the screen which was like screaming out to me "hahaha!! you won't be able to answer those questions, you dumb". Oh god, I was so nervous, I jumped from one question to the next, from one page to the next, answering few of them and also ignoring some. Round one complete the results were out, I got selected for the next, Group Discussion (the GD round).

I was so relieved, at least I have something to be proud of and yes some thing extra to tell back home. You know!! what we students do, if we clear first stage, we call back home and tell that we got out of the third round, shtt mom I was so good haha!!.

Yeah!! I cleared the GD round too, now it was about the finale, the grand finale for me. "Sachin, its your turn", my teacher said. "Oh where is your folder, where is your resume, Sachin put everything back properly in the folder quickly " she again said, now more strictly.

I ran towards the room and entered. There were four company's personnel and one of them asked for my resume. Within few seconds they threw almost every question on me, from the stuffs I had on my resume to the subjects I once read during my grads. Luckily I answered them all, with whatever I thought would be appropriate.

Now the turning point, I don't know from where it came up, may be because of the almonds my mum gave me in the morning haha!!, for one of the questions put on me asking about my strengths, I replied "I went for placements for four companies before this, but was rejected from the first round itself. But I didn't loose hope, I identified my faults, found their solutions, motivated myself and here I am in front of you in the final round"  hufff !! where did this came from. My final round was over.

The results were out, five students were selected and I was one of them Yuhuu!!. That moment I heard my name I was like "waoohh!! is that a dream, some one please pinch me." I called my dad, he too was like "are you sure?" , I called my mom, my sis and shared those heavy doses of happiness which I just received.

Yes I was placed, I was placed. May be that crushed shirt, those dirty shoes, those unset hair had nothing to do with my placement. The thing that mattered was "That was MY DAY" , yes it was my day. We all have our days, we just have to be patient and should keep working hard towards our goals so that, that special day reaches us fast. Yes keep up with your good work and have patience, someday will be your SPECIAL DAY.

:)            

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So a Boy meets the World

So, there is a guy. He was born in, what he was told a very special society. He was named Tom and was given a religion, again the most special one , or so he was informed. Tom grew up following everything society and the religion asked of him. His idols were the very people who adapted themselves to this system perfectly, who had no complaints and demands from the system. In the newly acquainted world Tom lived happily.

But as he grew up, he found the regulations and expectations of the society hard to follow. Every time he failed, he had to take the blame on his head and was made to think he was a  not so special one in a very special society. Tom never tried to question the society, instead he tried and tried again to be the part of the perfect society, to be like his childhood idols, to blend in. But he failed to be like the people he thought were perfect. In the society of perfects, he felt like a defaulter, as no matter how hard he tried he didn't blend in. With all the failures and the disappointments he had to face, Tom realized he was not happy anymore. Even when he tried following everything he told,  he didn't feel satisfied. He reached a point in his life,he led by following footsteps of the so called perfect people, where he was all confused, distracted, with no clear goal or aim, not sure what he was up-to.

But the thing is, Tom was wrong at one point his whole life. The only one special in his life was just him, nobody other than him, nothing else than him. The fact he should have accepted was that it is perfectly alright to be different and no two persons can be exactly same. There was no point blending in the someone else ideals. The fact he should have known was that even the idols, he considered perfect, faced same kind of problems. The people who adapted themselves, Tom classified as best, were actually the worst kind because by adapting themselves completely they lost their originality. Tom was unable to realize that society was for him and not the other way round and "Everyone is meant to be special in their very own special way".

So this was the story of a boy named Tom. But who is he ? Who is this Tom guy ?

 

It's You !

Tom is You. He is Me. Each one of  us is Tom or was Tom at some point of our lives.

Wait . Think about it. Introspect. Look inside yourself. Ask yourself questions like: "Do you actually want to do what you are pursuing ?", "What are you actually good at ?" , "What makes you feel good ?", "How often are you happy ?", "What kind of person you want to become : Someone random in the crowd? Or Someone different , strong enough to stand out of that crowd, someone who can make his presence felt to crowd ?".

If  you are ready to make your presence felt, then stop following and start living. There's no point worrying about how different you are because even if you are the best flower in an orchard, there would be someone who would be allergic to flowers. There's no gain trying to be the best in an orchard, instead be someone who has his very own identity and is significant without help of any other. Avoid company of people who don't believe in you, they are the most vicious kind. Be confident in what you believe in. Have an opinion and ignore those who impose their opinion on you. Don't hesitate in trying things you want to. Do everything you feel like , because at the end of the day you are responsible for your happiness and nobody else.

Each one of us has got exactly one life, you can either waste it trying to be someone else or you can live it to the fullest by pursuing your very own dreams and not the ones "special society" dreams for you. 

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It was MY DAY

Santa is here n he is SAD ):

So we have a special guest on our blog for tonight. The one who brings smiles spreads joy and add to the festivity of Christmas but he is SAD. Hey Santa why are you so low? Is it you job which has taken a toll? He is silent n mum not even a single word he can hum.

Ahh! His bag of gifts is empty. So have you lost your gifts Santa? Dats why are you sad? He shows me a picture and it shows all the remorse griefs and pains the world is going through. Attacks in Paris, giant killing in Peshawar, the drowned kid of Syria. I'll fail in my job tonight i cant make all of them happy. His concern is much more abysmal than i could have thought.

He picks up his bag and ambled down the street. I think he needs help. So can we just cut half his task and help spread some happiness today on Christmas day at least? It can be of any form and any type. You can feed a poor ,give some poor kids your toys, get them your old books,clothes or just simple tip these daily low earners handsomely while buying (:. It'll surely make their day. I dont know how many will read this or do this. But we need to make our Santa happy. Lets do this.

Merry christmas.