“Sometimes bad things have to happen before good things can.” “No man is broken because bad things happen to him. He's broken because he doesn't keep going after those things happen.” “Bad things can happen, and often do--but they only take up a few pages of your story; and anyone can survive a few pages.”
We are often let down by the most trusted people and loved by the most unexpected ones. Some make us cry for things that we haven't done, while others ignore our faults and just see your smile.
Some leave us when we need them the most, while some stay with us even when we ask them to leave. The world is a mixture of people. We just need to know which hand to shake and which hand to hold! After all that's life, learning to hold on and learning to let go.
I have loved. I have lost and I have changed. ... It has been difficult but I have learned so much from it. I have learned that people can hurt you so deeply and not even worry about you. ... I learned that good people can change in a minute when their hearts have been broken. I've met great people, but mean people as well. ... But the most important thing I have learned is that every person in this world is strong enough to let it go. ... People come and go and that is life! The most important thing is to stand up and realise that you deserve something better than a person who gives up on you.
I'm slowly learning that even if I react, it won't change anything, it won't make people suddenly love and respect me, it won't magically change their minds. Sometimes it's better to just let things be, let people go, don't fight for closure, don't ask for explanation, don't chase answers and don't expect people to understand where you're coming from. I'm slowly learning that life is better lived when you don't center it on what's happening around you and center it on what's happening inside you instead. Work on yourself and your inner peace.
... Who doesn't love harry Potter and after watching the movie we dreamt of getting a invitation from Hogwartsofc..i did ... what if you get an invitation letter in real. You learnt magic n graduated with that trio ... what would you guys do first with magic?! Let me know in comments ... and i would try to fly in broomstick
A Bizarre day,when the gleam of the sinking sun just left the two souls starring at each other.As the clock was struck at 5' they were alarmed to fill their taste palettes with some tidbits.But those hands went in search of something to munch on were taunted by those empty wraps. "Nothing..." "Nothing..." "So,shall we order something,"said the naive soul. "No,we'll get habited towards it.Then it may change like need to want,as days pass",said the old fashioned soul. Slowly the conversations stopped yet the craving not. With tangled thoughts and there she heard a voice sounding within herself to show-off the cooking skills. With some back ground score around,the charismatic soul left to do something.Yes,something. Because she never knew what had to be done and how it should be done. But she knew something has to be done. "Something!"(May be something that can fill her intense carving.) The"Helping hand" not in person, but the bread pack, her eyes glittered like never before with some hope. Those "apprentice" again not in person,this time tomatoes and onions.The "Managers",salt and pepper were also taken. There striked a most important question,"What has to be done now?" "I am there to help you" said those Sauce and Cheese bottles. "Sandwich",asked the old fashioned soul. But the naive one had other plans. "Toasted,chopped,fried and flavoured.Yes,everything is done.But wait,tasting." The tasting was done by the spectator of the mess done by the little one.While tasting,one was completely filled with anxiety and the other was just taking time to answer the anxious soul. "Does it tastes good",asked the anxious soul. "Nah..it's not good.But it's great."he replied. (I killed my ego to say this,he added)
It was during class 2 - the first conversation, between me and art. Her notebook had a Mickey Mouse as the label, "Can you give me that note?", I asked her with a cold feet. Those twenty to thirty minutes remain immortal till date. "It's nice ", "Good work da" - first words of appreciation ❤️
Years rolled by, and I joined drawing class, Amidst many other choices. Now, being a 17 year old lad, I stare at quite a few works, Which is almost four to five years old, those little ones, And all I do is 'smile' - reminiscing those delightful moments.
I am that type of a person, who loves staring at realism, ( Making a piece of art realistic ), but hardly likes doing it. From nowhere, the arrival of Covid - 19, made me do this one.
Every stroke was nothing but an experience, And sowed the seeds of self esteem. - G RAHUL.
I knew - this isn't a platform to show, "What you're good at", but to show, "What your thoughts are capable of"
A few asked me to show some of my artwork, And caption it. This post is specially for you guys ❤️
A notification popped up and I opened my eyes... It was from an unknown person, who texted me via Instagram It all started with, "hi, one request..." I came to know that she was from my school, When I first saw her profile and bio.
"I would like you to draw and give me something", she said. My very first concern was "Time"... Yes, "Time" Holding examination in one hand, half-heartedly I said "Yes" "This is what I asked you to draw", she said and sent me a pic. It was her sister - who was standing three steps(days), behind her birthday.
"Exam (or) Drawing ?" - "What shall I pick now?", Asked me to my very own soul... "Let me give it a try", a voice echoed and I blindly followed it. Three days of efforts, adding different shades of pencil, With love and caution - made each stroke.
"Don't you have any exam?", asked my mom, On seeing me drawing for the 3 long days... "Yes..I have... But I have to finish this work", I said. She left, leaving behind a small smile, Understanding the scenario of my side.
It was exactly 11:47pm - when I completed my work. "Not bad... Will improve for sure", a few words of self appreciation. Having completed just one chapter for my examination, It was a mere nightmare, and all I could do was just laugh, Laugh at myself for worrying about it .
A new day... New challenges... Exam got over... (No comments regarding that - as it would make this writing, A way more lengthier than what I expect) I gave her the completed work... She smiled... It all ended with "Thank you" with a gracious face
The sole purpose of being an artist was to put some smile, Through your work, words and action. It was a matter of giving up my preparation for one exam, But in the end all I had was an earnest heart ❤️
I was left alone to make peace out of my own company even though there were lot of people around enjoying those moments with all smiles.A stage with beautiful decor and the beautiful souls on the dais were looked as though the match made in heaven dolled up to the nines.The smile on their faces brought me smiles but for some other reason. Those Melodious songs,that was all the solace I could muster.Just adding flavour to the scene,my eyes caught sight of a familiar face.My heart wished to have a word with him and my mind was reluctant to do that."N" number of thoughts were flowing through my mind whether he would recognise me or not.So,I intentionally changed my direction to my seat.Then I heard a voice,"Hey..Abi."That call just left me clueless and I slowly turned towards his side controlling my smiles."How are you?You have grown up but not height wise",saying this he started smiling.Those conversation we had reminiscing our good old days moved the clock quickly."It's time to leave",said my brother beside me. On set I had hard time enjoying my own company but at the end my heart was filled with happiness refusing to leave from the place.On the way back home I realized that I would have definitely regretted for not greeting him.But now my heart is filled with the beautiful convo we had.❤ Sometimes it's better to listen to your heart because you'll never end up with a regret.
The day before yesterday, a few members of "XXX" party, Who last came in the year 2016 to our region, Came again, for the same cause - "vote campaign"
"How many voters in this house?", asked one among them To my mother - for which she said, "3". (I could hear a 17 year old champ mourning, And yes - it was me )
"Vote for our party", he said and gave rupees 1500, '500' for each vote."Our party has very good plans for women", He said. Probably he would have said "We have good plans for men", if it was my dad standing in my mother's pos.
The next day - yet another party named "YYY", Who haven't won the state assembly election since 2006, Came to our region, for the same cause. The same "500 rupees per vote", with the same policies.
I said to my mother, "whom will you vote for ?". She remained silent and said "whomsoever comes, they are going to exploit." I said yes to myself...
One who votes for the money he/she received, People call you a "Loyal" person.
April 2, 2011 - an indelible day in the lives of many souls.
India vs Srilanka - World Cup 2011 Finals at Wankhede. "The first ever ODI match in my life, which I watched fully"
The commentary begun, and I was like, "Sorry, I didn't get you. Could you repeat it (more slowly)"
The first half of the match was more or less a, Non native movie - understanding nothing. Srilanka summed up a total of "274", and my childlike thoughts started analysing- "50 overs * 6= 300 balls" "Scoring 274 of 300 is as simple as possible "
The skies turned out dark... Indian openers made their way... Curly haired man - that's how I used to mention him, In his very first over, bowled against "Viru's" leg, And all I saw was the umpire raising his hands... (Later I understood - it's LBW - Leg Before Wicket)
My brother was mourning and I had no idea on how to react. It was then this man "Gambhir" entered the field. None of us knew that he is going to be the "saviour". (The match went on with boundaries here and there) Even after the "Master Blaster's" dismissal, the little champ, Virat Kohli and Gambhir sailed the team in the path of win.
When Virat Kohli was dismissed, my brother said, "Next Yuvraj"- and this name was familiar for me, Scoring some huge runs in every innings. There came the twist, an ever cherishing moment, "Mahendra Singh Dhoni" entered the field. I don't have any idea on what made me fall for him. Wearing his helmet, with a straight forward head, Swinging the bat in the air, seemed to be the, Most perfect man for that moment.
A delight watching them play and the team was nearing the victory... Gambhir departed for 97 when we danced down the ground, ending up being bowled out, missing his century.
"4" runs to win from "11" deliveries - this equation would Stay in me, as long as I stay. It was him, MSD on strike, With Yuvi on the other side. I was having my dinner right at that moment. Kulasekara, Srilankan pacer bowled the second ball of his ninth over. We knew that it's going to be a win, but none of us expected the win to be in such a way.
"Dhoni.. Finishes off in style. A magnificent strike into the crowd! India lift the world cup after 28 years!"- Ravi Shastri screamed with elation. No sooner India won, our neighbours started bursting crackers, screaming in joy. And me, a 7 years old kid was just staring at what was happening around me.
Cricket wasn't an emotion until I witnessed this match. A few say, "Dhoni was the match winner" A few say, "Yuvraj and Gambhir and Raina were the winners" None realised that it was the effort of "MEN IN BLUE and their Coaches, including we people who supported them"
Years passed by, bringing in many changes, And here I am, who still feel the same level of goosebumps, When I watch the same old match - "India vs Srilanka"
--------- 10 years of this historical moment --------
The windows are closed, under the dim light, Silence conquering the entire room, Listening to the never-ending humming of the ceiling fan.
Lying on the sofa, with face downwards, Books left all alone, unopened near me, I could hear them rebuking me, for leaving them unnoticed.
A notification popped up on the (my) mobile, Those ever loving souls routine chats they were.
"Tick tock", "Tick tock", the little hands of the clock were moving ceaselessly. "Beeeeppp", a sudden sound of the horn. It was she, ever loving women, my amma, who has arrived home.
I rolled down the sofa, stared at my books, Yes, they were still yelling at me for leaving them all alone... Picked them up, not because of the fear of amma, Atleast to make her feel comfortable and bring in a smile
And yes, she smiled at me... I could hear some voices, "And the Oscar for the year 2021 goes to...", yes my inner sense echoed...
As if for the first time- I am picking up the mobile, Took with a deep silence and penned down, The above read scenario... - G RAHUL.