ray of hope

Well there are times when you feel like nothing is going right. You spill the glass in the morning and then you have your foot stuck up in the cowshit lying on the road then you have a near death experience when you just miss colliding with the auto rickshaw then you reach office and notice that the google is not opening or you just forgot your fathers birthday, your girlfriend ditches you for a no good neighbouring guy and you discover that your best friend is gay.
Okay that’s going too far but it does happen and when that happens then it feels like you should either kill everyone around you or die yourself.
Life is like hell where you are not satisfied with your salary or you are not sure that you will clear the CAT exams this time. You feel like you have grown too big and are worried about your marriage or maybe you feel too small to get married and your parents are forcing you on the same.
However there is something that helps you to get through these situations. You usually survive this phase of life and then move on to another challenge of life where a different set of problems are faced. Why does this happen? What is it that helps you survive this horrendous period? Its called the will to live.
Man is a very selfish animal (mind well, animal) and he will suffer anything to live, breathe and reproduce. It is a norm of the nature that the more the difficulties come the more resilient man becomes. You know what man has that the animals lack? It is hope.
Animals have the will to live but do not think beyond that, while humans can think how to come out of a situation unscathed. Its hope that clears your mind and fills optimism into you.
I was pretty depressed once and it was then that I realized that life is not a bed of roses. It’s the accompanying thorns that make it so wonderful. I decided that being down was doing injustice to myself. I seriously believe that thinking optimistically causes the production of positive energy in your body which not only helps you but also helps people surrounding you. Here is an advice to you people, never stop smiling and never loose hope and that’s the key to a happy life.

Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering - and it's all over much too soon.

Prospering Hope

Since I am also not invincible (my mom thinks otherwise) I also suffered mental trauma and a phase of depression but then I thought, why the hell should I stop laughing and enjoying myself. I decided that no matter what happens I will not loose hope and faith and it was in these times that the William Wordsworth in me arose and I wrote down a poem. But before I recite this poem to you I want to tell you that any kind of difficult situation can be overcome by keeping faith in yourself and hoping that everything will be alright.
Presenting the poem…. May it bring hope in your life and you prosper


When it feels that the stars are out,
Look around you and about,
Maybe its night that’s in sight,
But at the end everything will be all right.

Nights come and go everyday,
It’s not a phenomenon of only today,
Come what may don’t loose hope,
The night will sometime surely elope.


When everything feels down and depressed,
Think of the wind that is suppressed,
When it’s calm it doesn’t even incite a grass blade,
But in its true power it can uproot houses and roads laid.


You are a suppressed wind I am sure,
Down but not out because of failure,
Give some time to life to move on,
You will feel hope rise and depression gone.


Life is full of excitement and mysteries,
But sometimes, along comes small miseries,
Try learning from the clay which is burned,
Only with help of fire, a pot it turned.


It doesn’t matter if people love you or not,
Try loving yourself a lot,
When the hatred is out and you become a person new,
I promise the world will look more beautiful to you.

Keep in mind whatever grief may befall,
Rising from it is what matters after all,
Don’t loose hope; hope is your best friend,
Winner you will be, if you make it a trend.

When it rains…..

Going back to home in the evening in the company bus with no one beside me to talk to would be, I thought, an ordeal nevertheless it was a journey I had to bear. I was planning to sleep in the bus so that I would not get bored and then start harassing strangers who in turn would either hand me over to some police station or a mental hospital. The window was open and the cool breeze getting colder with every passing minute. Various question started coming to my mind and there was a circus of thoughts playing right inside my empty head sponsored by the boredom that I dread.
First thought : why is it that when you climb in to the bus people usually choose a seat on which no one is sitting? Is it that they want to be alone? If solitude is so enjoyable then I am thankful to god that he has not made me like everyone else. I would look for some familiar face while climbing on to the bus and if I don’t find anyone who can bear me then I would look for the craziest fellow aboard and sit beside him/her. But then I started noticing that guys don’t like another guys sitting beside them and gals don’t exactly adore guys popping from nowhere to sit beside them when there are other empty seats available. So I nowadays I find an empty space and settle my bosom comfortably whenever I board a bus (fortunately for me I always find a good friend and unfortunately for them they cant dodge me).
And before I could think of another silly thing I felt the splattering of the rain drops on my face. I saw outside and I was numb with the view of the sky. There was lot of traffic, noise, commotion, pollution and lots of animosity amongst people outside but what I noticed was only the sky and the rain drops on my face. Lots of my co-travellers started closing their window to avoid the divine drops endangering their clothes but I kept the window open. They were staring at me for behaving so foolishly as I was getting wet but I felt like the rain was purifying me in a queer way. All my sorrows and sadness suddenly seemed insignificant and I was like a phoenix rising from the ashes. I was washed over with mirth and joy. I realised that petty things like these could give humans such joy then there is no reason for them to be sad ever.
I didn’t close the window till I reached my home and by that time I was fully drenched. The repercussions of the chivalry that I showed were a common cold and a mild headache but that didn’t dampen my spirits at all.
I am so thankful to god that he made rains.
When it rains, I feel my spirits rise,
Life becomes happier and sorrows die,
Mirth is born and soul is refreshed,
Negativity is gone, sadness suppressed.

Life blossoms in form of flowers and sprouts,
Air is cleansed and greenery shouts,
Also cleansed is your soul of any fear,
Open the window and enjoy the rain dear.