Walk Hand in Hand

Walk Hand in Hand

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Like the Flowing river- Paulo Coelho


A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point he asked:
‘Are you writing a story about what we’ve done? Is it a story about me?’
His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson:
I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I’m using. I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up.’
Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil. It didn’t seem very special.
‘But it’s just like any other pencil I’ve ever seen!’
‘That depends on how you look at things. It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world.’
‘First quality: you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand God, and He always guides us according to His will.’
‘Second quality: now and then, I have to stop writing and use a sharpner. That makes the pencil suffer a little, but afterwards, he’s much sharper. So you, too, must learn to bear certain pains and sorrows, because they will make you a better person.
‘Third quality: the pencil always allows us to use an eraser to rub out any mistakes. This means that correcting something we did is not necessarily a bad thing; it helps to keep us on the road to justice.’
‘Fourth quality: what really matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside. So always pay attention to what is happening inside you.’
‘Finally, the pencil’s fifth quality: it always leaves a mark. in just the same way, you should know that everything you do in life will leave a mark, so try to be conscious of that in your every action’

Friday, May 20, 2011

Destiny



Sitting on the couch in the patio, sipping hot coffee, watching rain let my mind to travel in time exactly one year before ie.., 16th may 2010. At this hour exactly a year before was sitting exactly the way i am sitting right now and the only difference being 'jula' watching rains in India but thinking about the same person- my now love of my life. I met him for the first time and little did i know that he will be my life partner.


Having no knowledge of who is was, where he was from, what he did , met him. Taking a deep breath entered living room where everyone's eye was watching me with a big smile. My bro introduced me to a nervous yet smiling guy with whom  i spoke for ten mins with no idea that he would be the love of my life.


And , a person who was nobody for me a year ago now means everything to me. May be this what we mean DESTINY.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Love of my Life

You are my world, my dream come true
You are the one who can make me smile, make me cry
You are my strength, my weakness
You are the reason for my living, could be the reason for my death
You are the one i truly care, your happiness is what matters me the most
I Promise to be with you till death makes us apart
Love you :)

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Matter of Time

I lived in a place where everything belonged to me, did things which made me happy, got everything even before i wished, bought what i needed, met people with whom i wanted to be with, spoke my mind, never let anybody to get in my way, smiled from my heart. In short i lived for myself. And the very next moment i was in a place where nothing was mine, did things i was asked for, met random people, hid my thoughts, smiled which never reached my heart, spent every moment pretending to be someone i was not. I asked myself Is it a dream or the place i lived before was a dream? Where is my life taking me? Is it for better? And i heard - "Nothing is permanent, neither happiness nor sadness. Its just a Matter of Time". 

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Passing Clouds





Some of my old snaps of school and colleges brought down memories of past, memories of people who either came for a reason or for a season and impelled me to pen down a few lines on what i call - "Passing Clouds"


Some bring smiles, some left tears
Some give happiness, some took away
Some bring changes, some brought stagnation
Some give love, some gave heartaches
Some bring comfort, some gave a fright
Some give pleasant surprises, some gave shocks 
Some bring hope, some brought disappointment
Some come to stay, others are just "Passing clouds".



Wednesday, February 23, 2011

A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,
It was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,
It was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,
It was the season of light, it was the season of darkness,
It was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.


In short, the period was so far like the present period.
                                       

Thursday, February 17, 2011

What we see is not What we think

I looked outside my window saw the rain fall, heard bird sing and turned inside towards my laptop and wondered why the keys are arranged in that particular order, why not alphabetical order? and thought may be it helps us to type quickly. But i was so wrong.
The first machine was invented by Christopher Scholes in 1873, to improve calligraphy, but there was a problem: if a person typed very fast, the keys got struck together and stopped the machine working. Then Scholes designed QWERTY keyboard, a keyboard that would oblige typists to type more slowly. And the trend continued. I don't believe this but it's true. All these years I assumed it was the best layout in order for people to type quickly. I was so wrong. This shows that what we see is not always we understand there's lot to that.


Sorry if i gave an impression as if i am writing about nature, rains ;)

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

All I Wish is you.

Your words make me cheerful,

Your smile makes my life wonderful,Your look makes me feel beautiful ,Your eyes makes me fall for you,Your touch makes me feel like a woman,With you, i feel loved.
You only have to speak my name and my fragile heart skips a beat.In my sleep I dream of you and wake up to see my dreams have come true.With you, is where i want to be.Always and forever you will be my dream come true the one I have waited for all these years. You think i 'm crazy and I say I am "Madly in love with you".

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Walk Hand in Hand

       I am not the one who spend the day by complaining in headache and hence planned to get rid of this by doing something that i haven't done before to give it a whirl on writing. 
       Looking at one of my drawings, i remembered one of my friend asking me what was the idea behind the contrast dried trees, fresh water, rain, heat and commenting that its pretty unnatural from nature's point of view and I say its my inner world beyond thoughts. It isn't just boy and a girl walking hand in hand but i call it "Season of Love". 
       Love is just wonderful in the beginning like Spring when life seems to be like a bed of roses. But when the newness wears off there are difficulties, falls like autumn and gloomy like winter . Then heats up arguments and fights- Summer. Then the phase where we give up and start compromising - Rains. And again the love blossoms with the onset of Spring.


Walk Hand in Hand or Season of Love :)