What pains us the most in life is not the loss of what we want from life but the fact that sometimes what we want from life cannot be ours even though it's so close to us....
Every Man has a Dream, a Dream that he would not let go of under any circumstance... a dream that is so important to him that he would rather risk his life than watch it destroyed. In the youthful days of his life, Man tries his best to reconcile his dreams with the hopes of a new dawn.... he looks at the crimson of the dawn and finds his dreams reflected in the shine of the sun's smiling rays....
The age of 14-26 is so romantic, there is so much challenge in the air... anything and everything is in the grasp of one's hand and with that feeling Youth moves on.. confident of itself and longing to capture the world.... maybe that's the reasons revolutions all over the world have a youth connection.....
The world is bright to them.. .there is love in the air.... idealism surrounds you.... loyalty, faith, love and friendship mean a lot to the heart and the heart rejoices in these periods of child-like innocence and child-like happiness... when all is happiness and all is truth....
It's as if the world is singing with you..... and you are on top of the world....
And then one day, the shafts of sweet light that lit up your mornings start burning you...... and then you look around disillusioned by the light that was supposed to help you.... in a matter of times, all those lofty dreams are smashed and all that remains around you is nothing but charred remains of that dream that you held ever so softly in your hands.... your tears intermingle with the charred remains of your dreams... ruthless considerations of family, career, caste, community, creed, colour, sex and religion start playing their part and all those dreams of faith, loyalty and truth end prematurely....
Still some people shoulder on, carrying the last vestiges of their pains of their broken shoulders, fighting silently against the pain that engulfs them, refusing to accept defeat - shorn of all platitudes and torn apart by the vagaries of life they persist.... only to find themselves either destroyed by those who loved them or by their own dreams....
And then nothing remains..... except a soft voice that sings to us softly:
Jaane Kahan Gaye Woh Din...
Kahete The Teri Raah Mein
Nazron Ko Hum Bichaayenge
Chaahe Kahin Bhi Tum Raho.....
Chaahenge Tumko Umr Bhar
Tumko Naa Bhool Paayenge....
God can sometimes be so funny...
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One who lives with hope again after a dream is shattered, he does that all his life till the last breath.
Theres no age after which you should stop hoping... if you at all believe in living with hopes.
And who accepts the "jokes" cracked by life, and submits to programming himself/herself to a robot, does that after a few defeats in a few battles.
Like, Lord never sang with me and I was never at the top of the world. Neither at 10, 12, 14 or 24 ... I have lived reviving my zeals to fight and win my battles, but have always been defeated ... Yes, not by my enemies but by my friends and by those I love.
So, now I am very close to submission of programming myself to a robot ... though sometimes I still hold on to my zeal to win.
Life is very mysterious cos many of the reasons and mysteries remain unsolved. And then it appears funny.
But as its said, "When God empties your hands, don't think, He is punishing you, But believe that He wants to give you something better."
I don't like to see you "hopeless" ... If you have lost something, theres something better you will gain.
Tumko na bhool payenge ... :)
Nice line :)
Regards
G
The first day I read this blogspot, I never knew one day I would be a part or reason of one of the blogs and somewhere, someway one would be meant to me. :)
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