the pink doll

When I saw a small girl forcing her father to buy her a new pink barbie doll I could not stop myself from looking at her.... I watched her, staring at that doll. When her dad said " Lets buy something for your  brother "  , she again gave a deep look at that doll and left without any words ....

While going out of the mall i could clearly see in her eyes the want and the urge of getting that doll .I could feel what she was going through....

I don't think she would have bought anything else .....She was looking at her dad and mom and her little brother..Her mom carried the younger one and she walked with her father ,who more or less was concentrating on making his young one(the boy) smile. 

This was when she lost it again,

the tears just rolled out of eyes as rain.....

In a pleading tone she said...."oh! Please papa get me that this time",

just holding the shop's door crying...

"It is so pretty, I PROMISE WOULD NEVER MAKE IT DIRTY".

But the words didn't matter the care taker "you have lots of..such kind".

"It is nothing the blue eyes, pink color and golden hairs that shine."

    "oww.. baby lets go to another , will buy something good for your little brother".

She just couldn't say anything after that. Because it was she only who asked daily to god for a wish of her mother, joined her hands infront of ideals and said "oh! Dear god ,please give me a brother".

Acid Attacks: a horrific dream

While going through newspaper today , I read an article about an acid attack victim who walked over ramp to raise money for other survivors of her kind. She did not have enough money , so some NGO sponsored her.
while going through this article I shivered and got goose bumps..WHY??....
Since last many days there were news about “ACID ATTACKS”, suddenly this picture of “crime” and “victims” had come into light. I was feeling good for the victims, as Government had promised some relief funds to those “forgotten bunch”, who had already suffered the worst.

I was in a shock ,thinking over-what their family members would be reacting like, the harsh comments of relatives , a hopeless life (no friends, no social circle). Whatever we believe in, but still the females are accepted as a picture of “beauty”, they are always expected to be a master-piece.

I have heard people say “ Girl should have eyes like a deer, lips like rose”, “she should be like a doll made of mirror-delicate and beautiful”, but what if she is not that way WOULD NO ONE MARRY HER?
Why people don’t get it that women are not commodity, they are a life, an important part of the society.
TO share it truly I have been shivering over the thought of acid attacks…The bikers moving around now seem scary ..After reading all the reasons of acid attacks which were family disputes, hurting dignity or ignoring someone-who is mentally disturbed. 

I hope people understand it soon …. BEAUTY LIES IN HEART AND ALSO that why make the minorities suffer… They are innocent .. why not co-operate with the ones who suffered and not let someone else be the victim.

The big "WHY"

When you feel too low and you have no reason's for anything...Have been working whole of the week and realised you got no time for yourself?? And you missed something you wanted to do or couldn't do something you committed to your some dear one....
"Are you happy?" This is the one question you would ask yourself every time."How responsible are you for your happiness??" would strike your mind at the back end
Just solution to all such stress would be to answer to your own soul..
Are you important to yourself..are you living the original "you's" life or someone else's...
Ask the WHY's instead of how.. You must know why are you being so busy to miss your own happy moments and depressing people related to you.

I heard it somewhere" The person who knows WHY rather than HOW would be successful. The reason was he would know WHY of doing anything was it for himself or to make someone else happy..
Make others happy should be the rule: Do you think this?? If your answer would be "Yes" than either you have become habitual of what people say or you are asocial worker. But i follow the rule

" If you are not your happy self, then how would you make others happy"

I wanted to open a "dog house" for all those stray dogs but this phylosophy turned the plan down. Why? See if i can not make a house for my own how am i going to make for some one else.''

This is why they say find "Why"
Why are you living?
You want a house , but then why?
Why you want a car?
why you want someone to adhore?
why you want to eat?why you want to sleep?

why why why ???

"LET YOUR SOUL  BE FREE ... LET YOURSELF BE THE LEAD CHARACTER OF YOUR LIFE..."

This why would make you powerful..It would energise you, it would help you in all the mess of life.

you would value people in your life.

you would value everything...

Just find a big  ...WHY?? and before that ask a why to "why",  why would you find a "why" do you want to change your life , your attitude towards things,etc ,etc??

"WINNERS HAVE ANSWERS TO ALL THE WHY'S"

Friends

I am really running so short of time , that I didn't even realize any walkout from my life. Time is running faster than it ever could. I am sitting over the chair and smelling buffalo leather may be due to the new cover, the closed glass doors and humidity has turned the atmosphere of the cabin heavy and to add on is the feeling of "Friendship Day".
I am missing my friends...oh! they have been pain most of the times ,you know friends are when they ask you to do some weirdest stuff, or they remember some random promise you made..
Yeah i am checking out all the crap pics (we call them), but there are smiles flourishing, there is spark in the eyes.
I am thrown back to the reality. yeah, all are settled, all are busy - a few got into jobs and rest went for higher studies. I never thought i would miss them so much.

we holded hands, we were together we knew it was going to end. we knew this time would come when we are going to be busy to meet or even talk but we would miss each other , because college time is what no one could ever forget.
"We always stay in time, it is just past, present or future"- MEGH

We all  stay in time..that is the demand of the almighty power. All are living for their responsibilities , few take themselves along and move on, rest kill themselves and just live for being a responsible person. Actually they forget their souls....
People would come and go in life but what remarks do we keep to miss them would make worth it worth. So i want each remarks to stay but stay happy with the signs.

The Lady in Red

Bruises and wounds......

Yesterday while going back in the metro...i experienced something that filled my heart with the same feeling of inferiority.

I was reading a "no interest book" , I had occupied the corner seat near the door, so as to notice people coming and going and that was the only way i was passing my time. I could not ignore when a girl rushed into this women's compartment as if she was running and just stood near to the gate which was closed and was not meant to open on this metro-line.

She wore a long red kurta with nehru neck and wore a typical English pajama which dancers wear oftenly. It was loose and would have allowed all the leg moments. And I could judge she was a dancer not only watching her attire but the tag at her bag  "Shiamak dance classes" and a line over her bag "dance fills life in the body" but what certainly grabbed my attention the most was her wet eyes. I was staring at her and she was least bothered, she was lost .She turned her face towards the glass on the metro door and wiped her eyes, she was crying. I could feel it, i started making assumptions of what would have happened. Her parents would have scolded her for choosing dance as a career or she would have fought with someone.

Or her trainer would have scolded her  and may be she liked her trainer and found him giving lessons to some other girl funny but i was thinking that, truly. That is actually chuckle-some to assume such reasons but i could just think of these at that point. 

Soon I saw the girl had some bruise over her neck and on her cheek even. 

she was least concerned about those and what i could just think further was that may be it was not the bruises over her face or neck but the wound in her heart which was more hurting.

She suddenly checked the station list over the line map and she again wiped her face with a wet tissue this time and applied a lip balm and left her hairs open. I felt like talking to her but couldn't, I knew i won't see her in the next few minutes, so i looked at the stations list and again looked at her.Now she was lost in her phone and she just smiled, may be she read a joke. Smiled like a kid and as soon as the train stopped at next stop she rushed out.... And i kept staring her and turned my head to watch her go...
This lady in red, seemed like any lady who was full of Dreams and Aspirations and was. She was denoting womanhood, just females could be that strong to cry and smile at the same time. Cry for the smallest reason and smile over the most insignificant thing. Every woman then seemed to me like that girl because they all would be facing one or the other problems at home.

look up to the sky

it rains for good.....

Now since I had worked for the whole long day...

I really wanted to be in the air..i wanted to breathe , that's quite reasonable.. why? Because I had never ever imagined to land up into a full time job..  Leaving college, friends, get together, parties, gossips with friends, roaming the city and many more stuff like that.

I am still with adjustments, i believe all girls learn it with time and for work we can say all boys too . Still there was something lacking. All the confidence i had in me was shaded..i believe it hid in some corner of my brains , i had forgotten things that made me feel super-excited element among my friends. I felt like i am isolated and left alone.

It had rained heavily yesterday and the same was expected today but for a few people's sake (bosses and workaholics) there was no rain and i was never among those few. I am among the ones who always wanted to be cool but the things around me had become hyper . I wanted that shower of happiness, blessings and all the pleasures of life.

I had a few more expectations, there was an urge of something that would make me feel good.

Self pity was the thing i was doing.....

I left my office as soon as my boss called me in the cabin to hand over the project to be looked over for the next day and said "Megh it is too late..so you may leave ". In my heart i felt all the butterflies flying all around making me feel so light and i dint wait for the next sec and left. I may have looked messed but as soon as i was out of the office zone i removed those ties of hair bands and freed myself of the pains of pins tightening my scalp and hair. 

I was feeling relieved...i was half way through to reach my stop when i felt that cool breeze blow through my hairs , making me shiver for a while. It was a sign for me , i stopped there and waited, looked up at the sky and in my heart i conversed with the mighty " Are you gonna be happy over me, because i think i need it .... would you shower some blessings from your bag, because i want to smile and feel overwhelmed..... would you do this favor to me". It took fraction of seconds and i was blessed.....

IT RAINED..... AND I WAS FEELING THE MOST HAPPIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD....

What I felt was wonderful ...the lightest shower as if god was playing games and was making some design over the earth...... the more it rained the more i shivered and the extent of my happiness increased .... i thought the reason was rain and i felt it as blessings.....

But the exact reason was i really needed to find one good reason to make me smile and excited , it could have been anything but at that moment it was rain....

I hope it works for all ...FIND A REASON TO SMILE :) :) it could be anything the minor thing you have been ignoring ... may be

god bless us all...