Fearless

Fear not the fury of fathers,
fear not the burning sun.

Fear those who appear as frens,
but deep within are your foes.

Fear not the cries you hear,
fear not the ties you bear.

Fear only the probable failure,
for that will keep you from growing strong.

Me, Mine, Myself part of life...

No creature in the world can compete with humans when it comes to calling something 'mine'. Even a small child is taught to call toys his own and at the same time he is taught to learn sharing. Poor child takes years to understand what his elders meant and by the time he learns sharing, he is grown too big to even tell his dad that he has a girlfriend.

A friend of mine decided to start a blog where four of people would be writing and sharing our ideas. It died down in a flick of time and he went mad, when we all started asking him how to differentiate between 'our personal' blog and 'shared blog. We all felt threatened by the public nature of it. And, thus the decision was taken to bury the idea and carry on with our personal blogs.

It was not only this, it was basically our failure to identify our writings as personal, creative and thoughts. Frankly speaking, all of it is personal as far as it comes from one individual....and if one writes it on the blog then nothing is private!

But yes, it does give a good feeling to know that we have a space where only 'i' write (even if it is once in six months). Same is the case with our lives. We love to know that we have a life, even if we are wasting it. Inspite of being taught several times the concept of 'sharing' , we go on living our own way with indifferent nature ever increasing.

The net result is....no matter how liberal minded we are...we do want to live in our own little compartment, in our own way...and yes no sharing!

i wish i was a punk rocker with the flowers in my hair....

How often do we think that we should have been born in some other era, some other place and as someone else. With innocent people dying unwanted death, questions echo in my brain. Am i right for the occasion? Am i capable of bringing any stop to the blooshed? Am i born at the wrong time when the whole world is going into flames?

The answer is simple...There is never a right or wrong time. It all depends on us. It is 'i' who has to take a call and make the change happen. One always has choices, even in case of what is predestined, a human has choices to make and take path they wish to.

The other day, i told a friend how i wished i was there during the of partition of India. I always felt that i am strong and could have pulled through strongly with all those times and would have made a difference that time.

But alas! poor me....my country men die each day for no reason ..and i sit safe with four walls around me, T.V switched off not willing to spare even five minutes to the breaking news...

Such is the tragedy of being human...we know the meaninglessness of our life once we have an option to make choices and make the most cowardly choice....a choice that neither brings happiness to us and nor to others.

To err is to be human...and we all err by falling in the trap of believing that we can make a stir in the world.....but the world and its miseries go on increasing like never before..