Why does it get difficult to follow our own chosen path sometimes?

Being human beings, we have been blessed with an intellect to see, observe, calculate, reason out and decide our own choices in life. Probably one of the most important factors which makes us different from other living beings in the universe. So using our very special intellects, it is solely our responsibility to make the best of our choices. At some point in our lives, we might feel the urgent need to make out and decide the direction which we desire to follow in order too reach our destination. However difficult it might seem, we make it through and there we start off happily on our chosen path. The one, for which we have a fire inside our hearts, the one for which we have thought we would never give up, until we reach our desired point. Following it thinking of the goal and the happiness we dream of, makes it so easy for us to continue on that one. And everything seems pretty smooth. But wait! Isn't life defined by twists? Aren't our hearts often deceived by ourselves?

So here comes the beginning of the turn! We have people around us who think we are crazily stupid because of the choices we make. Of course in the beginning it doesn't matter to us. In fact, we don't even pay heed to what they think. Pretty cool! And then we have our own spheres- social, relational, personal which often try to pull us back from there. Again, we have already made the choice, so we stick to it and concentrate only on the reasons which made us go for a particular path thinking that we have made a choice in life, discarding all that we did not want to do.

And then starts the second stage. We have spent quite sometime following our hearts. Most of the times, the goal is not achieved in the desired manner easily. We still believe in ourselves and our path. Yet, we have something that starts to creep in from the little crack in the wall of our own plans. This crack is an obvious one, created unknowingly all this time, of which we are unaware. So somewhere at the back of our minds, we start wondering if the critics are right. This might not be accepted by our hearts, but we do start wondering. Add to it, the stories we come to know about those who made it through for their choices, we give way to a secret doubt- a doubt on our choice, a doubt on ourselves.

Which brings the last stage. We have already spent too much time watching all this around us, and by now we are still somewhere on the way. At this point, we start wondering if there is something really wrong. We start contemplating upon the reasons and slowly upon the choice we made. Unknowingly, we come to the point where we stop believing in it and wonder how it would have been, had we made some other choice. Those who think again, might survive this stage and reject the newly developed thoughts, continuing on their paths. Sadly, maximum of us tend to follow something else, being tired of the choice we made, or simply give up, thinking that it was a destined incident with us, and very uncommon.

Well, I think it happens with everyone. Some of us would agree, others may not accept, but would agree silently for sure. And the biggest mistake that we make in this scenario explained above is that we forget exactly what we had thought of remembering as the reason for our choices made. Yes! When we had made our choice, we satisfied our reasoning with the simple logic that we are humans and we have our own intellect to make our choices. Why forgetting it now? We are humans! We have the right to make mistakes, isn't it? And being humans, it is obvious to get under pressure, have doubts, restart from anywhere when we think and of course to correct our mistakes. It is natural if we get depressed, tired or distracted from the far off lights. But after all that happens, we simply give up because we wonder if it is only with us.

So we might make mistakes, have doubts, reason out and yet get distracted from the paths we chose long back, but believe me, there will always be a point where we will remind ourselves of what we are meant to be. If we hadn't made that choice in the first place, there must have been a reason for that, and that reason always remains, even if just in the background. So even if we think some other path will lead us there and think of abandoning our choice, then at some point there will be an intuition. The one, which will bring us back to our originally desired path. It will remind us of the peace it brings, the passion which is only workable for that one path, the happiness when we dream of it. That voice might be feeble, we might have to try a little more to listen to it, but it will be there. I myself have experienced it. And once we have heard it, we come back to our own path, with a desire stronger than before, being more focused this time.

So go on, listen to that voice, don't give up and continue with the path already chosen! It will surely lead you there.

Bon Voyage!

Yes, I proudly say that I belong to Jabalpur!

To those of you who had never heard of Jabalpur before,

Yes, it is a city in the heart of India. It is a city where life takes beautiful turns, owe it to the places or to the people you will meet here. I am from Jabalpur, and being addressed as a 'Jabalpurian' is indeed a matter of pride for me.

Sometime back, one of my very good friends(who had stayed in South India for quite sometime) told me that he often had to explain people about the whereabouts of his city, because those in the far east or far south did not know where Jabalpur is, so he preferred to say that he belonged to M.P. During my stay in Trivandrum for some time, I had a similar experience. People from most of the Southern India seemed to have heard of the place for the first time. One day I saw another colleague of mine from the North-East, trying to explain a South Indian, where exactly his city was in West Bengal.

Well, that scene, though it seemed entertaining to me, left me touched. When he could do so, I wondered why it was so difficult for many of us to explain our whereabouts. After all, a vibrant and rich-cultured city like Jabalpur has a beauty that needs to be explored at least once in a lifetime, and as a resident of this lovely city, it was my obligation to let people know where I belonged to. It might seem crazy and I admit that it was nothing as an effort to salute the spirit of my city, yet I choose this way to express my love for my city.

You might have heard of Jabalpur for the famous Bheraghat waterfalls. Of course, that is one of our heritage sites that we are proud of. But there is lot more to Jabalpur apart from that. Trust me, only a person who has lived in this city will understand what I am trying to say. And what I am saying is a feeling from the bottom of my heart, with many unexplained feelings and memories that leave me mesmerized, especially after I have lived for sometime in South India and in one of the so-called advanced mini metro cities. In fact, one of my colleagues back in Trivandrum had expressed his surprise for talented people coming from Jabalpur, to which I had a long answer for him.

I say it with a sigh that I always get a longing for my city whenever I am there. And once I am home, I go back with a lot of reluctance. There is a life running on every street and every corner of the city. Be it the landscapes around the city, the awesome places that surround us, the people who reside here. Yes, it is rightly called the 'Cultural Capital' of M.P. Jabalpur houses the High Court of our state apart from other important offices.

If you ever get a chance, definitely visit the city during any festive season. We celebrate every festival with our hearts. The city gets a new life be it on Diwali, Holi, Dussehra, Eid, New Year, Lohdi or Christmas. In fact, if you do not know, then definitely visit the city for the Punjabi Dussehra celebration in our oldest stadium. The grand occasion is one of the finest and famous all over the country.

The best part about Jabalpur is that we do not judge you or favour you on the basis of your origin. It will not matter more to us if you can speak in Hindi, Tamil, Malyalam or in Marathi, that we will favour you more. Of course, it will not be less favourable either. You will always be welcomed with an open heart and blended into the city with its genuine love. You will become a Jabalpurian too once you are here.

Talking about education, we proudly have one of India's oldest medical colleges and our Engineering college has one of the oldest Machine labs of Asia. We have a stream of talent that blossoms every now and then. Not just students, we have talented people, who are now spread across the country, all bringing glory to our city.

Jabalpur proudly houses so many of the Ordinance and Defence factories and of course the GRC cantonment. If you know, it is the zonal headquarter for West Central Railways. I am sure you would not have cared to hear about the Bargi Dam or M.P.E.B., which apart from the resources, offers places so beautiful that you will never forget them.

We do have malls, coffee shops and shopping plazas to hang out, but we are not addicted to doing that. In every locality you visit, you will find a variety of cultures and places to go out for every occasion. From the elegant and classy places to the oldest places of historical interest, from the places where you will find peace to the hustle and bustle of common people in the markets, you will find everything here.

Oh and did I mention the most beautiful aspect of the city, the mesmerizing banks of River Narmada. If you have been to Gwarighat on a moonlit night, you will never need any other heaven. It is so peaceful to feel the breeze quietly on your face. In the mornings, you will surely be awakened by some religious songs being played somewhere in a distance. Apart from being proud to be near the cleanest river of India, we have a variety of seasons, that you will not experience anywhere else.

Well, apart from summer and monsoon, have you heard of a winter like the North, accompanied by rainfall, every time it chooses to increase the beauty of its chill? If not, then Jabalpur is the place. And you know, if you are a resident of this city, every street that you visit will bring back a bunch of memories with tears and smiles, that go on forever. Of course, it is possible that you will get to see somebody you know and they will greet you as if they have seen you after a long time, every time you meet them.

Even if you take some time out to visit your own terrace in the evenings, you will relive a peaceful journey of your own self into the city. And there apart from the birds in the sky, you will get to watch the usual commercial airplanes and from the defence air base as well.

Phew! I have said so much about Jabalpur, yet I am sure I have missed out a lot you know. It was just a glance of this city where I have lived. Do visit once. You will know it is all true. You cannot leave from here without falling in love with it. I have, and wherever I remain, my heart lives in this city of hearts, for which I am proud of being here.

:')

Somewhere I see myself...

There are some days that are far behind since they passed,

I might not want to live them  again,

and some which await the occurence amongst the ones with that hazy mist,

to feel what remains of this journey ahead,

there are some nights that just rolled on without making their presence get noticed,

I might be scared to mention how they affected me,

and some which never came when they were looked upon,

which remain to be experienced sometime,

there are some moments that did not go the way they were expected to be,

I might not remember them anymore,

and some which just appeared from nowhere unexpectedly,

which I would want to see everyday,

there are also some roads that were not even intended to be walked upon,

which taught me what to remember  and what not to do,

yet some which are still chased to walk upon even after the footsteps being barred for that,

which would be the everlasting ones to be traversed,

there are some stories which were never meant to be written,

and they gave memories that were inside,

and some which were the ones wished for 'always',

which might be the ones awaited to chase oneself,

there are some pages which were not needed to be scanned,

which might've left unnecessary pauses and impressions,

yet some which are still waiting to be gone through,

which would create a legend of who I am,

there are some lines which were written to create blunders,

which will never be read again,

yet some which are waiting to reveal all that should be,

which would be written someday,

there are some doors which were not to be opened,

which brought unseen fears and mysteries,

which would never be understood by me,

and some which wait to be unlocked one day,

by all that remains for the bliss yet to come,

there are some mirrors that should've never seen this real self,

which made an ugly impression of oneself,

and some which would see who I may be one day,

to feel the beauty within, yet  unseen,

there are some drops I felt touching me in days of depths,

which might be the last ones to have seen me that way,

and some I would want to get me wet,

to see me immersed in them when I find the life in me,

there are some chilly winds that made me shiver secretly in fear,

which might never be fearful again,

but some which I would dream to make me get numb with life,

which would bring a protective warmth with them,

there are some places that I never wished to visit,

which brought surprising turns for me,

yet some waiting in my unseen fantasies to be visited for that bliss,

which I might be blessed with,

there are some people I should've never met in life,

who came and gave a lesson for the world,

but some whom I would always look forward to see,

and there would be many like them always,

there are some dreams that make me feel lost,

which might never be seen by me,

yet some I would always want to see coming to be true,

each day when I breathe,

there are some wishes I had never intended to make,

which brought all they could, to make me thus,

and some which I still wish to be lived one day,

after all my pages are over with the turmoil...

There are some victories yet to be experienced,

there are some blessings yet to be felt,

there are some prices yet to be paid by some,

there are some smiles yet to be seen,

there are some miracles yet to occur...

Amongst the white patches in that red shiny sky which brings the dusk,

I see myself getting ready to bask in another dawn,

a dawn awaited after I found myself from a lost world,

to walk for another battle that awaits a warrior.

Somewhere I see myself as that river that never came to a hault,

the one that kept flowing all through what it could give,

some crossed its path, some flowed along for sometime,

some changed their course of flow with it, wherever it went.

Somewhere I see myself as that cycle of nights and days,

the one that remained no matter what happened,

walking alone or with admirers who left, it did not matter.

Somewhere I see myself as that steady rock,

which stood there facing all the odds to wait for a pleasant morning.

Somewhere I see myself as that drop of rain,

which fell to bring life to some even when it had that grief,

to some it brought life, to others it brought suffering.

Somewhere I see myself as that winter breeze,

which always came with that frost,

when there was nobody who welcomed it.

Somewhere I see myself as that little path in the woods,

which remained even when nobody liked to walk upon it.

Somewhere I see myself as that huge tree,

which grew from a sapling when it was tried to be uprooted.

Somewhere I see myself as the warrior who never gave up,

despite the battles lost in the journey.

Somewhere I see myself as this lady who found a life,

growing up from the girl who learnt who she was,

with or without the world one day,

to shine when she departs from here..

There's something in this heart...

(This one is not just for me but for every loved one and every  friend with whom i share even a single moment of my space, be it in reality or by abstract means...)

When I seem to be busy, too lost in myself

or when I pretend to be too drowsy,

when I seem too engrossed for another step of success,

when I don't even find a second  to sit and think for myself,

when there is too much going on outside that

never leaves a spare moment to relax and I feel..

though I don't have time but at last I know how to be busy....

believe me...even in that haphazard atmosphere,

something runs parallely and all I can say with a sigh....

there's something still on my mind....

and that's the reason why I can make out,

when anybody else does the same...

there's something beneath that cover of noise...

When I stand in a crowd with moments of glee,

when every minute seems to be perfect,

when I can see lights all around and the ecstasy gets reflected,

when I shout and scream partying around,

when it seems that's all I think at that moment....

believe me there's something else too....

yes, there's something unread in my eyes....

and that's the reason I find it when somebody else does the same...

When everybody around me is sad,

when I try to make them foget their pain,

when I tell them that they are strong enough to recover,

when it seems that I have recovered from my long lost wounds,

and have left them back there, strong enough to have walked till here,

when it seems that I have forgotten how people get hurt,

when I smile at them telling them to be happy,

assuring them that I am always there....

believe me I still remember everything....

I have just become this strong to say such words...

but there's something behind my words.....

and that's the reason I know when somebody else speaks..

When I sit relaxed with my loved ones,

when I really feel happy and don't say anything,

or when I don't find words to express my concern,

when I seem to be speechless for something,

when it seems that I am not interested in what's going on,

when I seem too lost in my own world....

believe me I know everything that's on...

and I am here itself...just pondering on what to do...

yes, there's something behind my silence....

and that's the reason I know what silence could mean...

When I laugh heartily at a joke,

when I smile at the innocence of things around me,

when I feel happy from inside,

when I seem to be lucky to have such a good time,

when I keep smiling unnecessarily,

believe me I am here itself...

just trying to cherish all that goes on....

for the time when I would miss all this....

wondering if I'll ever get this back...

yes, there's something behind my smile....

and that's the reason I know every smile says a lot...

When I seem to have changed so much,

from what I used to be....

when every perception of mine seems strange and unusual,

when I seem to be normal and everything seems quiet,

or when things are too swift and I seem careless about them,

when I seem to be at a stupid ease without any sense of understanding...

believe me I am still the same and know everything...

but not sure of what to express for that moment,

I may be too happy or too mournful....

I may be scared about my worst dreams....

I may be too hurt and may be thinking of my desired possessions...

or about the consequences of what I do for myself....

I may be missing my lost dreams and thinking of how to get them back...

I may be busy in treasuring the moments I have now...

but surely I know....every moment deep inside along with everything outside...

there's something else that's unrevealed in my heart....

and that's why I know every heart is too deep to be known....

I am Still Understanding it...

Each day life gave me a new lesson, each day I learnt that i wasn't perfect,

in knowing what life could be, and yet each day i realised,

there was much I'd learnt, yet, still more I had to learn,

I happened to sit and gaze at that distant tree that i saw everyday as it grew,

I noticed that it had seen everything, and though it was still the same,

it had changed and learnt, that the changes had to come,

though they came through pain and suffering.

I saw that wall of my terrace, which grew older each day,

and though it was still the same, it had changed in every aspect too,

through its faded appearance, it reflected that it had learnt a lot,

again by losing tears and shedding some moments.

I went through those old books, that i used to read in Kindergarten,

I knew I had learnt a lot since then,but I wished I learnt it again.

It seemed that my first lesson, had been the best one I'd ever got.

The first lesson that I learnt in life, was to be innocent,

to close my eyes and live for the dream i saw,

just because God was with those who were true.

Day by day I realised again,that this wasn't exactly true,

I learnt something each day that was new.

The last lesson that life gave me till now, was to live in reality,

to undergo changes and to know that it was needed for me,

although I realised that even this wasn't perfectly true.

Sometimes i wonder, if the last lesson that i learnt, should have been my first one,

why it happened and i changed through pain,

but then i close my eyes and realise, that even changes could not change the whole of me,

I learnt from my mistakes, and though it hurt, but the memories I got made me joyous,

yes it was all necessary step by step for me to stand and face everything,

and one thing that i found common in that first and last lesson,

was to have faith in God or myself, to believe and walk till all my dreams came true.

Yes it happened with all of us,that ironically we travel in between those two lessons,

and then we realise there's still lots to learn.....

Yes I colud just wipe my tears and smile at myself, and stand up again to walk,

I could just say, "I am still learning, yeah , I am still understanding life.........."

/* I know this will never stop, and even till my last breath I would say the same,

"Yeah, I am still understanding life..........."  */

A Rendezvous with Yourself is all that you need...

The title might make you think what is the sudden need for a rendezvous with yourself. After all, seldom do you get time to talk to your near and dear ones; how, then, talking to yourself would help you; why should you spare time for this. Sometime back, I thought the same. At times in life, you continue going on with the flow, as life brings opportunities. After having faced setbacks, you plan to take turns as they come and adapt yourself to them. You would even enjoy doing your tasks probably. However, from inside, you'll feel that something is missing from your spirit of giving yourself.

At times, it may happen that you feel empty, despite being complete in your life. There is an unexplained mist that surrounds your soul. You know that you need to do something about it, but you cannot understand the problem, because you feel you have everything already. It is the point where you need to wait and watch, to have a rendezvous with yourself, to know whether what you have is really what you wanted always. Life is about taking decisions everyday, from choosing the right kind of food to deciding the fate of a nation. Everyone has to make choices. It is only the matter of choices that differentiates one human being from another. Only choices that create differences in perceptions and lifestyles between known people too.

There is a very famous line from Robert Frost's poem 'The Road Not Taken' that we all must have read-

"Two roads diverged in a wood,

and I took the one less travelled by,

and that has made all the difference"...

Try it out sometime for sure- when you feel lost, frustrated and empty from inside, just do one thing. Go out for a walk with yourself. When you walk on a beach in the evening, or stand in your garden feeling the breeze on your face, it will surely make you meet yourself, the one you had been missing out till now. Once you have found yourself, you will realize those unsaid words, the forgotten desires, your unspoken wishes and some more that you might have walked away from, in the course of time. A wave of joy will surely make you take that single step needed to create a difference and stand apart from the world, where you will see yourself as never before.

Human mind is driven by what it sees. It is a general phenomenon that you might get illusioned by some charms that attract you for sometime. In the end, you will come to know that the real thing was always inside you, but you ignored it. You got so preoccupied with the world that you'd forgotten yourself. You never looked back to your roots to know yourself. However, the day you sit back and think of it, you'll know that it is all about the peace that your heart can give to you, once you promise to listen to it and follow the right thing that it tells you to do. It is always better to hold on to something that does not make you feel drained out, hurt or frustrated, because if nothing in this world is permanent, then you have no right to deprive yourself of the dreams that you can make true by merely following them.

Go on and live the dream that you really want to live.

WHAT'S YOUR MAGIC MOMENT?

On reading the title, you may wonder what it is about, but what I am going to say over here is something very obvious to all of us. However, as with every other thing that is obvious, we tend to ignore it too.

Everyday each human being has a particular routine, a particular set of chores to be performed. Everybody is busy: so busy that at times, they forget what they had actually wanted to do with their lives. Also, it might occur to some that they are comfortable in the kind of cover that they have created for themselves so far. Seldom do they think what life could be outside that so-called safe shell. People question themselves what they can do and conclude from the surface that today was like yesterday and tomorrow is going to be the same too. They often complaint that life is very unfair. It did not give them any blessings ever. All their chances  to rejoice were taken away.

However, they forget that they will understand the miracles of life only when they surrender themselves and allow the unexpected to happen. Yes, you have to take risks. That is what I mean at the first instance. A person who does not take risks is really unlucky. Perhaps the person would never be disappointed, perhaps the person won't suffer the way people do when they have a dream, a desire to follow. But when the person looks back, because at some point everybody looks back, he/she would realize that the magic moments have passed by and there was nothing that was done with the miracles or talents bestowed by God. Just because, the fear of losing everything made it all buried inside. The point to regret would not bring things back. Sometimes when you decide not to change, and look back after a point of time, just to discover that you have changed, you'll find that the unexpected journey brought miracles too, along with the sufferings.

Everyday, life gives you something or the other to rejoice about. There is a moment, may be small, when you can change everything that makes you unhappy. You may pretend that such a moment does not exist, that you haven't perceived it. But if you really pay attention, you will find that it is there waiting for you to recognize it. It may occur when you do something small, may be just putting your belongings on the desk or during a quiet tea break or when you sing or write to yourself. But that moment exists, when the power of all the stars becomes your happiness and you can perform miracles. Happiness is sometimes a conquest within yourself. You know that you can be happy by the miracle but you fear to move ahead. Your magic moment helps you to change and sets you off in search of your dreams. It might make you suffer, it might even bring disappointments, but all this is temporary. When you look back, you will be proud of the journey you took by following your heart.

It happens at times when an uncontrollable sadness grips you because your magic moment has passed and you did nothing about it. You have to listen to the child behind your grown up mind, the child you had once been, which still exists somewhere. The child understands magic moments very well. You may ignore its voice, but cannot stop it. If you cannot look at life with the enthusiasm and innocence of a child, you have no point to be called mature. Those who try to kill the natural instincts inside them commit a sin. Why can't you pay attention to what the child inside you tells you to do. You should not be embarrassed by this child. This child should never be scared because it lives alone inside you. 

You must allow the child to take the reigns of your life. The child knows that everyday is different from every other day. The child should be allowed to feel loved. You must please this child even if it means you have to act in ways that seem stupid to others or the ways you are not used to. Human wisdom is merely madness for God. It is only when you listen to your soul, that your energy will make you shine.

 So, go on. If the child in you loves to walk alone, singing to yourself; or if it rejoices in feeling those first showers of rain or the night breeze on the face alone on the terrace, then pour yourself into it. If the child wants you to play outside despite your age, or if it wants to create and give happiness, go ahead and spread the joy. If the child says, you want to have an ice cream on a winter night; or if it wants to create moments with the ones you want; shouting happily for something you feel, or if it loves to do or say something that might make you seem stupid, but would make it happy; go do it. You will discover the immense joy that life could bring in a clueless planned schedule. You will discover your magic moment and believe me, you'll never forget how you felt for that time. 

Remember, wise people are wise because they know that being a natural child inside them and surrendering to its voice of joy and love is obvious and they do it. The foolish are foolish only because they think that they understand everything and can control it. 

Go and discover your magic moment today!

How Practical Are You?

Some days back, I coincidentally had a discussion with an old friend. An incident at that time made me wonder about an important aspect that we often mention. It is about being practical in the sense we want. How often have we found people saying ‘so and so person is an emotional fool’ or ‘I am a practical person’. How  often do we wonder the real sense of being practical or do we even think how practical such people are?

People who call themselves ‘strong’ or  ‘practical’ forget that they are humans. On an average, human beings spend 95% of their lifetime in experiencing happiness, love, ecstasy, pain, joy, sorrow and 50% in expressing such emotions. Expression of these emotions can vary in many ways. Some might just express it calmly and others may not bother about hiding their expressions. However, it cannot be denied that every human being, once in a week, has this feeling of expressing something, with an enthusiasm or pain.

It is a common presumption that those who easily show their emotions or can’t hide them are not practical. Some may even believe that they are weak, pessimistic and will find it difficult to survive in the world. However, I believe that these so-called emotional fools are the ones who are in fact very strong, stand apart from the crowd positively and even survive in the world leaving their mark. The only reason why it happens is because they have the courage to accept and express their joys, anxieties, fears. They do not see expression of emotions as a sign of weakness. They have experienced more such instances than others. Hence, they know the value and insight of these aspects better, and have a better understanding of many situations in life. In fact, their past has made them stronger than many others. They have moved over many situations, yet they know what makes them genuine. Moreover, these people will never step back from their expressions and will take the pains to judge and will bravely sort out the solutions in life without giving up. These people can be called the real heroes.

If we talk about those who call themselves practical, they actually call themselves thus to hide their reluctance to accept things naturally under a cover called ‘practical attitude’. They never talk about emotions or the beauty or sorrows in life naturally. They hate talking about such aspects. In fact. They even mock at people who do so. The question that arises is ‘Are they really practical?’ The answer that I put forward is a strong ‘No’. I justify my answer, in case it seems like a clueless but over smart reply. Every so-called ‘practical’ person in life has something or the other that they find very close to them. It is the key factor that arises their emotions out. There is no such person in the world who has not expressed joy, sorrow, fear, love or distress in life ever. It is only the variation of instances. With some people, it is natural expression. Whereas with others, it is just the modified artificial version that makes them seem practical.

The fact forgotten over here is that it takes great courage to be like a child- bold, fearless, genuine, strong. A child does not fear to say the truth. A child never wonders about what others may think. A  child is never biased in judgement and has no resentments for his expressions. However, a child is never weak actually. We often forget that in everybody’s life,  there are everyday instances of ‘intermingled  probabilities’. The other day somebody asked me, what does that term coined by me, actually mean. It is relevant to every being existing in this universe. We all have some goals, dreams, desires, wishes in life. This is applicable even to the so-called practical people. It often happens that failures, heartbreaks, pain disturb us everyday, and the accomplishment of one dream, desire, wish depends on the accomplishment of others. They are intermingled with each other. Moreover, they are all probable. After all, mathematics and physics are applicable to the real world. In such intermingled probabilities, it is our own perception how to behave. Our judgement and actions decide our future, but I am sure nobody has ever felt emotionless at critical points of life. It is impossible to hide the intensity of that child-like innocent anticipation, enthusiasm and fear. How, I wonder, people call themselves practical then. To me, it is a great pride and freedom  to express what I want to say, genuinely.

I think, if you have read till here, you’ll definitely think twice before calling yourself ‘very practical’ again.

What I say here is:

‘I see a part of myself free in that glimpse,

I see that I live with realities,

 yet my hopes and dreams always exist,

I see that I fear to take a step,

yet I dream to reach there,

I see that pain comes everyday,

yet I want to be happy and express it in every way,

I see that people are opportunists,

Yet I create bonds with those I meet,

I see it is foolish to keep walking at times,

Yet I continue when I love to do so,

I see that I make mistakes mostly,

Yet I believe and follow my ideas strongly,

I see that it does not turn out to be favourable always,

Yet my hopes of acceptance survive with the intermingled probabilities.’