The Running Horses

Today's world, where people are always on the run. To make money, to earn a living. Once upon a time, we all were kids. We knew nothing about the world. We didn't know that we would eventually become like this. Like horses, always on the run.

In between all this hustle bustle lies a class of people. People who are running, but are not in the race. Money which makes the world happy, is just another "something" for them. The clock which determines time in their life, is always still. A class of people that don't want to believe that in the end , we're all alone. A bitter truth they can never digest.

So what makes these people different? Maybe they are less loved. Maybe, all they want is somebody to hold them every morning and tell them they're never alone. Maybe, they were meant to feel these feelings. Maybe God wanted them to learn something from the darkness, and so he shut the doors on them.

Yes, we are all running horses, in a race called
"Life". We were all meant to run. But some people, don't want to accept life as a race. They want it to be a journey. A beautiful, never ending journey.

Like two love birds flying in the sky. =]

The Kid

The sun was going down. There was stillness all around. Darkness was taking over.

Somewhere in a remote area, was a small house. An old welcome mat placed in front of a wooden door. It was entirely made up of wood. On opening the door you would expect a witch sitting on a rocking chair, doing her nails. But things were quite different inside.

A kid with innocence in his eyes looked at his father, who was too busy watching the news reruns.

"Daddy! I wanna play football!" He said, banging his feet on the wooden floor.

A tired daddy sitting on the couch replied "Not now son, there's no one outside. Go play with your cousin". The son stood there for a moment. Daddy had an uninteresting expression on his face.

The kid silently walked away. Inside his room he sees his cousin playing with some of his old toys. The kid stared at his cousin. He leaned over him and whispered "You wanna play? Let’s play then!"

Daddy was bored. Nothing was on the TV. The sound of the TV resonated through the silent environment. Suddenly, there's a bang on the door.

"Who is it?" asks daddy.

No reply. Another Bang.

"Son! I guess your friends are playin' football!" he says loudly.

No reply. Another bang answers his call.

Daddy shakes off his laziness and goes to open the door. He opens the door to see his son smiling at him.

"Look dad! I am playing with my cousin!" the kid shouts, and starts laughing.

The kid kicks the ball towards his father.

The ball had too many hair stuck on it.

Daddy picked it up, to see a red colored face staring back at him.


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SURPRISE! SURPRISE!

Wrote this during a class today.
I don't usually write stuff like this.
Nothingman (@fubar69)was an influence. =]
You can check out his kickass blog too: http://www.fubar69.blogspot.com

THE SHOCKING WILL CONTINUE.......

Walking Through a Lifetime

The clouds had finally come up after a long wait. Nature was celebrating. The tree branches were dancing to a silent tune played by the wind. The birds were singing. Every moment seemed like a perfect picture painted on a canvas. The Artist sitting in the heavens seemed to be on his artistic high.



Sitting on a bench, I admired the beautiful scene. The entire park was celebrating. I decided to take a walk and let the celebrations continue. As I made my way out of the park, a light breeze blew over my face. As if the nature was persuading me to stay a little longer. But something told me that I had to walk. The clouds were still up. It hadn’t started raining yet.

I walked the road adjoining the park. On my right stood homes. Human homes. Stagnant. Still. Silent. On one side was a park where every slight detail showed some happiness and on the other side were homes, like a patch of dead grass. Pale. Lifeless. In some houses I could see little children playing, laughing and enjoying. Like little dew drops on dead grass.


Childhood. The most beautiful part in ones life. Time takes away the childhood and life kills the “child” in you. We’re born as a child, grow as a child, but in our hearts there is always a child. The world pushes us, and the child cries, but very soon it forgets everything and becomes normal. But the world pushes us again and again and again. The child eventually dies and an animal takes birth. The social animal.

Straight ahead was another patch of dead grass, another row of homes. A turn to the right, a bit of walking and I was on a long road. Trees by the side looked as green as ever. Dead leaves flew from side to side. The nature was playing a rhythmic orchestra. Out of nowhere appeared a bunch of kids, on their bicycles. Burdened with heavy bags. But still smiling. I waved to them. Some smiled, many laughed.


Day by day these kids would realize how tough life is. Eventually they will learn. Some will keep the smile on their face. Some will use it occasionally. The burden of expectations will always be heavier than their bags.


I had walked a long way with my thoughts. I could now see the seashore by my side. The clouds made the view even more beautiful. I closed my eyes and the breeze tenderly touched me. I could see many couples walking on the seashore. Hands clutched tightly. Smile on everyone’s face. Life sure does seem beautiful. It’s really easy to hold someone’s hand. Letting go, hurts. No one really knows if these hands will remain clutched to each other or will they eventually let go. I closed my eyes, vague images flashed in my mind. No matter what happens, what remains, is you and your journey.


On approaching the seashore, I let the water touch my feet. Nature shows its love to you in the most beautiful way.

In the water, I see a reflection. The reflection of a wrinkled face. A face of traveler. A traveler with no destination. Nobody knows how much more he has to walk. But the journey never stops, it always goes on…

A hand on my shoulder suddenly interrupted my thoughts. I turned back, to see a face smiling back at me. A face I’d seen 50 years back. A face that has been my guiding light. I heard her say “Old man! You forgot to take your umbrella”. I felt as if I’d seen her for the first time. She was lovely. She sure was. I hugged her. It started raining.

A journey through a ruthless world, burdens of the human life, loosing grip of many hands which were once very tightly clutched. In the end, its always worth it. It always is.

Love is all you need...

What is it, that we desire? This is the question that’s been in my mind these days. We all seem to be a little unsatisfied about something or the other. What is it that we need? Happiness? Money? Mental peace?

Actually, the need is different for different people. The fat bellied business man wants to be richer, the middle class working lady wants to find true love, the college going dude wants to date the cute girl he sees at the bus stop everyday. Needs, needs and more needs. They never seem to come to an end.

What do these needs give us? The urge to want something. The need, the want. We think that it will make us happy. But what happens, is that, happiness flies away to another need. Happiness is not something you have to pursue. Its something you have to find inside you. No matter how bad times get, this little flame of happiness, always burns inside us. All you got to do, is find that flame, and let it light your life. Sometimes people get lost, in the darkness. That’s when they need somebody to find them, and direct them to the light that they’ve been missing.

The human self is full of needs, desires and aspirations. Their fulfillment is quite uncertain. We let our needs, determine our happiness. But needs just give birth to more needs. Happiness in some cases may be short termed.

I personally feel. Out of these endless needs and aspirations. A particular need stands out. It has the power to heal every wound. The power to give you the calmness of a saint no matter, how bad times get. Love.

The car may start giving you mileage problems. The business may decrease the width of your wallet. Your life may turn out be a miserable nightmare. You may be lying on your bed, the restless soul in you crying. But then your phone rings. And an affectionate voice says to you “I Love You. And will always do.” That’s when colors are added to a black & white movie. That’s when you show life, a single reason to smile when times give you, a hundred and one reasons to be sad. That’s when, you know you can face any problem, no matter how big it is. That’s love. Somewhere down the line, Love is the cause of our existence. No wonder why it has such a great impact on our lives.

Love, its when you close your eyes and smile , and a face smiles back at you. Its when, you think you just had the worst day of your life and a sudden thought of someone, brings a big smile to your face. When the entire world pushes you down but you get on your feet just for that single person.

A smile. A face. A hand that tightens its grip, whenever you tend to fall or trip. Love is about these small but beautiful things.

Let Love enter your life, and you’ll not need anything ever again. Its all that you need.

I really hope, all you guys find the love of your life. So that life becomes like a beautiful journey that you no longer care about the destination.

<3
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Mood-Setting courtesy: “Iktara” and “Pankho ko”.
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