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Friday, March 30, 2007

Humans - we are Mighty...yes we are

Life is a new experience everyday. New challenges, new obstacles to face, unexpected turn of events, unusual circumstances. And all this just hits on the face not giving any time to prepare.

The answer is our inertia...our inability to accept change. We may still accept, but it is not easy. It means foregoing the dreams, trashing the plans, falsifying what we believed was true. Most of all, we are hit by the reality that we are helpless and we have no choice but to accept whatever is forced on us.

The number of elements that we can control are very less...most of the time it is only one...ourselves. And hence we go through the grind.

The above is the case across the human race irrespective of any divisions that have been laid down by us. Only the obstacle is different, challenges are different. Enormity remains same....BIG, else it would never be a challenge. Yes, on hind sight the same challenge could become an easy to tackle issue, if posed again....or sometimes it is just nothing...because we have already been through the tunnel and we are now equipped.

It is the cloud of emotions, the turmoil that one has to go through when met with a "no-choice situation" which makes life seem bleak, God non-existent. And this is the time when one's stand becomes "I will stay aloof. I dont need anyone. I shall be like this. Let me see how things dont change."

But nothing is impossible. Humans are the most robust of control systems i.e no matter what change happens in the system, we can adapt to the situation. And we can fight the adversity. We have the power to see through the haziness. We can sail through the storm.

Sometimes we realise we have a few qualities that never surfaced before. We then start loving life again. Now that we have become mighty, we also have the heart to understand others plight when it comes to situations similar to the ones we faced.

Humans we are, we are mighty. We need to be more understanding of others, thats all.

If each one could hear what the other person's prayer is, there wouldnt be any problem in the world.

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Monday, March 26, 2007

10th Grade

As I sat there in English class,
I stared at the girl next to me.
She was my so called 'best friend'.
I stared at her long, silky hair,
and wished she was mine.
But she didn't notice me like that,
and I knew it.
After class,
she walked up to me and asked me for
the notes she had missed the day before.
I handed them to her.
She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.

11th grade
The phone rang.
On the other end,
it was her. She was in tears,
mumbling on and on about how her
love had broken her heart.
She asked me to come over because
she didn't want to be alone, which I did.
As I sat next to her on the sofa,
I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine.
After 2 hours, and one Drew Barrymore movie,
and three bags of chips, she decided to go home.
She looked at me, said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss
on the cheek..
I want to tell her, I want her to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.

Senior year
One fine day she walked to my locker.
"My date is sick" she said, "his not gonna go", well,
I too didn't have a date, and in 7th grade,
we made a promise that if neither of us had dates,
we would go together just as 'best friends'.
So we did. That night, after everything was over,
I was standing at her front door step.
I stared at her as she smiled at meand stared at me with her crystal eyes.
Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!"
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.

Graduation
A day passed, then a week, then a month.
Before I could blink, it was graduation day.
I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel
up on stage to get her diploma.
I wanted her to be mine-but
she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.
Before everyone went home,
she came to me in her smock and hat,
and cried as I hugged her.
Then she lifted her head from my shoulder
and said- 'you're my best friend, thanks' and
gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.

Marriage
Now I sit in the pews of the church.
That girl is getting married now.
and will be driving off to her new life,
married to another man.
I wanted her to be mine,
but she didn't see me like that,
and I knew it.
But before she drove away,
she came to me and said 'you came ...!'.
She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek.
I want her to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.

Death
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin
of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.
At the service, they read a diary entry
she had wrote in her high school years.
This is what it read:"I stare at him wishing he was mine;
but he doesn't notice me like that,
and I know it. I want to tell him,
I want him to know thatI don't want to be just friends,
I love him but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.
I wish he would tell me he loved me!
.........'I wish I did too...'
I thought to my self, and I cried.

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