The Power Of Love

Love is the Hug when You are sad,
The Hope when everything gets bad.
The strength when You are weak
The warm kiss of a mother on the cheek.


Love is something which cant be explained
It is something in which one cant be trained
It is something which comes from the deep within
something which which u feel the most in your teens


Love is what has kept everything alive
The power in the world to make all thrive
Its the best thing ever made by god
Its one thing which consists no fraud


It is sad that all love is still not enough
To survive in this world its still so tough
If only Love would have been more all around
Hate and misery and war would have never been ever found

A GIRL's Dream For the Knight In Shining Armor!

When a girl is in her before teens...she always thinks about the one perfect guy who would love her...care for her...pamper her...etc etc....in short its every girls dream about the knight in shining armor. As a girl enters her teens she desperately seeks for the shining armor knight...But she realizes at a point of that time...that the knight does not exist. Because she has set up so high expectations about her knight...and the world full of men...are so devoid of those qualities that she never finds her knight. Well there is something totally wrong about the Knight in the Shining armor concept. What do we know about this man?? Basically his qualities are known...like.......brave...kind hearted.....rides a horse.... :P ... is loving...... but Y is he put behind a Armor?????

Is it because he looks bad?? Or maybe mediocre??? If that is the case then i think all the girls must be warned....because what they dream of behind the armor is always a handsome man.....and they keep looking for a handsome man....with all those qualities....which is a next to impossible. I mean how rare is it you come across a girl with good looks, intelligence and good qualities???? Handsome good natured men...are more rare than that!!!

But somehow if you are willing to stop unveiling the armor...and look through beyond the armor and the flesh...there are some guys who are actually great.....But i know...no one does that. Even i wont stop searching for a good looking girl with brains....But i define looks on a very different basis................that i will say later...not a part of this topic.

The World Is too Self Centered

U hear People talk...Friends talk...Relatives Talk....Classmates talk...Blah Blah Blah Blah....And what do they talk??? What do you talk??? I m this...I did that...my Past this...My office that...If that talk is over than Y not start to Bitch about the stupidest person available? That is Fun eh? Thats what a fun conversation is about.

Are people in this Fat Wide World becoming too self centered to realize that all that they talk is about themselves only? Nothing else would suffice. I feel strange when a person can go on and on about himself.....with so much enthusiasm...that they no longer feel the need of letting others speak. They are in so much need of an audience that they would speak any blabber to get one. They are usually the loudest in the group...say the funniest things...which had a secret ingredient of criticism in one form of other....sometimes too fine to be detected. But they do get a good audience. An audience would like to get criticized themselves to have the laugh. Maybe i m too DUMB to understand this kind of humor. But somewhere i find the entire thing stupid.

The Power Of Music

I started my journey to pune for the weekend. I was in the train looking at a musician playing his music with his one string instrument also called as "Ektara". The fellow totally unaware about the magic which he aroused by his music. The power music wields in the human minds. He kept playing on beautiful slow tracks with such finesse not once realising about its raw power. He was just doing his daily routine to earn a few coins for his daily bread. I saw people who were before chattering or just standing there bored diverting their attention towards the musician. The place became quite and all i could hear was his music being played. I kept on jotting my thoughts on my notepad in my mobile. Suddenly i saw a shabby hand in front of with few coins in it, asking for more. I gave him a 5 rupee coin as a thanks to the magic he just showed me. He was all in smiles. It was a reward for a very small person, but a very talented musician. It was an amazing sight when he played, because the people did not even know that they were looking at him. He was dressed shabbily worthy of ridicule. But when he played his string, he was someone with a strange magic in his hands. Strangely neither the people nor the music noticed this magic. He left at the next stop, and that followed the usual chatter of people around, which ended the magic. I put on my ipod back in my ears and continued the journey, with the magic still playing in my ears!

Death's Beauty Till the Very End!

Death's Beauty is too under-praised. People who have seen death up close have concentrated on its ugliness always. I find Death to be beautiful. Everything thing around a death becomes so silent. Death is symbolized as COLD and LIFELESS. And so are funerals. The Loss maybe huge. But Y the atmosphere is made in such a way that it is more silent than death itself? People never concentrate the beauty of Death. Ever felt the air in the funeral. Its so COLD so DEAD so DEPRESSED. Such is the power of death.
A DEAD body is the perfect symbol of a vast emptiness withing this World which can never be filled by anything else. The Feeling That prevails around it is chilling to the very core of the soul. Life may not have made the person a great human being. But He gets he same feeling of respect from anyone who does not even know him. That is what is called the respect for the DEAD. But this is not any rule made by a human. This is what actually comes from within. When a person is alive he may get varied amounts of respect from Different people. But when a person dies, all who see him or know him in the slightest will feel a feeling, that one which i cannot explain or describe. There is no different levels in the world of death. Death is gods greatest gift to man. All that God gave us in this life is actually an opportunity to understand something which is of the utmost beauty and Death is a timer slowly ticking towards us.
The people who have died for a cause have the most beautiful death. Because till the end their heart had a feeling of life, energy, the spirit to fight through the odds. The pain one suffers in the end is subdued by the greatness of there cause. These deaths are the once which are the Best. Because of the valor they have attained. The atmosphere has the energy of the person lingering in it. But somewhere when the body starts to perish...at one point everyone gets the same feeling. Pure FEAR. That itself is so Beautiful. Yet it gives a person courage if he can learn from it.
The Worst death's are suicides. There is actually no respect left. Its Just Pity. Such Death does not scare much though. Because people are so confident that it not going to happen to them. After that feeling creeps in heart suicide mostly goes out of option of a persons list. Because a person would never like to get the pity even after death(except for those who enjoy pity). Death has a beauty because it is also the End Of all happiness. End of life. People who read this, one small advice. It does not matter how u die, You will get respect. But which type u want to get its up-to you! And if u want a beautiful death. Its very simple formulae. The more u respect life the more beautiful your death will be.

P.S. For people who have lost a loved one-> I deeply regret your loss. And i have not experienced that feeling myself. It is sad i know. But i still find it beautiful. No Offence to anyone.