Like every other person on this Earth, she also started her journey on a day which she celebrates as her birthday every year.
This is the story of an emotional and sensitive girl who does not complain because rose bushes have thorns, but rejoices because thorn bushes have roses. Like every other person on this Earth, she also started her journey on a day which she celebrates as her birthday every year.
Her welcome was hearty and all her family members were very delighted. She was adored by everyone as she was so much adorable! She was like a little toy, with which her parents played day and night. Ask her to sing and she would. To recite poems and she would. To do anything and she would, without any question from her side.
For her, the whole world was her family and moving around the streets of her city in the afternoon with her cousin sister, she would call out everyone who passed by her. She would not object if her mom dressed her up as a Dhulia or a bride, she was happy with everything. After all, she was too young to understand this world.
On her first day at school, her tear ducts failed to get empty and her hanky was wet with tears. She could not let go of her mother’s fingers. But little by little, she got adjusted to being away from her parents for a certain period in the day. She was the apple of her teacher’s eyes and her participation in every competition was obvious. Her zest for life was remarkable. She pounced upon each moment of her life lustily as she wanted to sip even the last drop of juice from the bottle of life. As they say, Zindagi na milegi dobara! But life is not for mere enjoyment. We can feel our strength only in our experiences of pain. So, pain is necessary for everyone. Unluckily, she was not aware of this.
Growing up for her was too exciting. She wanted to be big as soon as possible. She dreamt of fulfilling all her wishes and living with a smile forever and ever. But she did not know that time was sluttish. It never spared anyone, then why her? Slowly but surely, her perspective on life was changing. It was like; life had changed its course and had started on a road full of thorns, and unluckily our playful little heroine had forgotten her slippers though her mom always asked her to wear them.Every nerve that can thrill with pleasure, can also agonize with pain.
Similarly, all the sweet things in her life started showing their sour sides. She never ever thought even in her wildest of dreams that this world is actually very mean and selfish. There exist backbiters in disguise of sweet talkers but very rarely a true friend and well wisher. No one has concern for the ones surrounding him. Everyone is too busy to spend a minute thinking about others. No one believes in Paulo Coelho quotes.
No girl will want to help a blind beggar cross the road, what if her nail paint gets dirty? No boy will hope for a good life for his disabled friend. Rather he may make fun of him. Guys today will go down to harming their parents, just for a bike or a cell phone? Women are use-and-throw napkins. Why is everyone running after materialistic pleasures? Why has the world started ignoring the heart? Can the mastermind brain bring us closer to the Almighty? Why people just aim of being doctors or engineers, why never a good human being?
A man can keep his resolution of buying the latest Windows 8 laptop, but not of saving electricity or planting a tree. She questions herself if anyone ever makes such resolutions these days. There are cases in which it is necessary to inflict pain now to avoid greater pain later on, or to gain future pleasure that is worth the current pain.
Surprisingly, her case has both the aspects. She feels so helpless. She wants to bring a change to this world, even if small, but a change. Will she have someone to hold her hand and support her in her oh-so-tough mission? But as the infamous Rabindra Sangeet goes, Jodi tor daak shone keu na ache tobe ekla cholo re; she is her lone companion on this mission to make this world a better place. She cries out – Hey God, you there? She feels as if God has died! She can never have faith on this world; every person is a monster ready to eat her up. Her daily evening prayer revolves around even the beggar whom she gives alms from her own savings. But she wonders if any of her near ones ever prays for her? Deep inside she was aware of the omnipresent truth but she preferred to keep it unpeeled. That unpeeled cover over the face of harsh reality should remain there like a mask for eternity, she thought.
The realization of truth never ceases to hurt, sach hamesha karwa hota hain. It has been said, ‘Time heals all wounds.’ She does not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens, not really gone. But she is strong enough to hide her tears in her smiles. Sometimes when you lose your way, you find YOURSELF.
Today, life is earning in lacs, partying in five-star hotels, travelling to exotic destinations, wearing Levi’s jeans and Adidas tees and sleeping in queen sized beds after having Blue Label whisky. But does anyone feel a pang in his heart when he sees half dressed kids searching for food in the public dustbins and read again- half dressed in the chilling winter!
After being hurt, we are given two options- either to take it as pain or as a needed change. She, without any doubts, chose the second option. She just wants to see everyone happy, and always in her try to do so, she loses her own happiness. But she has not yet given up. The sun is always there, only the clouds block the view. She has decided to uncover the brightness of the sun by removing the grumpy black clouds, which are hiding the beautiful view.
There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it. She has made up her mind to be the moon, so that she can reflect the vivid colors of happiness of the sun and spread them all over the world! Her journey is still not complete and she has got a long way to go. There is little difference in people, but that little difference makes a big difference. The little difference is attitude. The big difference is whether it is positive or negative. She knows she will somehow change this world- through her own actions and in her own ways.
As Robin Sharma says, “We are all here for some special reason. Stop being a prisoner of your past. Become the architect of your future “, she thinks that God has sent her with this very special purpose. Because she’s not a random girl (she is emotionally very mature but actually too childish) and it’s not a random thought (of course not)!
— Learning&Creativity (@LearnNCreate) August 26, 2014
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