2014 There are only a few hours left for 2015. The year has gone by so fast that the first day of school seems yesterday. The future that once seemed like a lifetime away now seems within our reaches. So let’s for a few seconds rewind back to all we did this year. And I know a lot of you won’t be completely happy with what you have done. But be proud and give yourself a hug from my side because you survived another year of, embarrassments, accidents and misconceptions and YOU came out a warrior. Let’s make these 4 days the best. Let’s make these 4 days count. Let’s spend these 4 days making the one’s we love and all around us happy. Also let’s plan making our presence felt in this world. It’s a new year and it’s all ours. Somebody once told me that if we do exist on this planet we should make presence felt.
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The sun's rays shine in through my room and greet me every morning.I wake up and hope that things will change. I wish that everything would be normal.But there is nothing known as 'normal'.I don't want a perfect life.I envy how they show happy endings in movies , because there is no such thing as a 'happy ending'. Life just goes on........ It is not a roller-coaster or train. It is an endless ocean.Sometimes calm and serene. Sometimes, someone throws a stone in it for their own amusement , it causes ripples. Sometimes even bigger problems arise and cause an earthquake below the sea bed which in turn causes a tsunami.The waves beyond the sun succeed the ones that eyes can see and drowns them. They are pushed to the depths and then......Nothing. Death. That is one way of describing life. It comprises of how one's life is. But how selfish are we think of just our own life.We are all bound together in the fabri
MARS ORBITER MISSION
The Indian Space Research Organization (ISRO) launched a spacecraft orbiting Mars last year. Our scientists waited for 20 days from 24 October 2013 before the actual launch on 5th November 2013. This was India's first inter-planetary mission and now ISRO has become the fourth space agency to reach mars. India was the first to launch it in the first attempt and is also the first Asian nation to launch this mission. With the Mangalyaan,as it is popularly being called, India has managed to make certain prominent records that will leave a mark in the history of the world. We expect a holiday after winning the cricket World Cup and remember the score of each over but don't even know about one of the biggest achievements this year for India. We have now also been proven as the most close-fisted science organization because we managed to make this mission successful under the least amount when we compare it to the amounts spent by other nations. And if you did know about this g
The Dream
I woke with a start, gasping for air, clutching the sheets in my fists. My forehead was covered in beads of sweat, even though the cool breeze from the air conditioner chilled my room. I looked over to other side of the bed, to my wife who was fast asleep. Thankfully I hadn't woken her up. I had never let her know about my constant nightmares. Always the same.I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself, but instead caught glimpses of my nightmare. I am a little boy and I was seeing my father break down into tears. He had just found out that my mother and six year old sister had had an accident, and had not survived. That was the first and the last time I had ever seen his eyes water. I remember crying but never letting anyone know. I didn't want to seem weak even as a 10 yr old. Ever since then, I had been afraid of commitment, not because I didn't want to be tied down in any relationship, but because I had been scared to loose someone close to me. I and Dad seldom brou
REMEMBERING THE MAHATMA
Opening the newspaper to see the date and still not realizing the significance of 2nd October, that is how ignorant we have become. And since it's a holiday we book tickets to watch the newest chick-flicks , remembering which ones have come out this week but don't remember the real reason of the holiday . We exploit our freedom and use it to the fullest but forget who has granted us this free life and ended our slavery. The Father Of The Nation. Our Bapu. Today is the day when we should recall the Mahatma, and his immortal deeds. We don't forget to wish our favorite film stars on twitter even though we know they probably won't see but we'll shrug shoulders if someone reminds us of bapu's birthday. Sometimes I can see Bapu's kind eyes smiling down at me when give away something I had not been using, to the poor or when I selflessly try and help someone. On the other I see Bapu's teary eyes when he looks downs and sees a riot among the cas
“DAD”
“DAD” I looked out of the window at the pouring rain and heard the sound of the water droplets on the window of my car. It had been 10 years since I got my hearing implants, but I still hadn’t gotten used to the fact that I could hear. I never can, I suppose. The honking of car horns brought me back to the present, and I looked up to see the light turn green and the cars rushing. In a matter of seconds people behind us were honking so my taxi driver sped up. We crossed a park on the side of the road, and I caught a glimpse of a happy couple, playing in the park with their daughters. I wondered how it felt to be a part of a family with a mom and a dad. All I had was Meera , the head of the orphanage, and my brothers and sisters from St. Marks Orphanage . They were what I called my family. I remember when Meera told me my story. *FLASHBACK* It was my 13 th birthday and I somehow convinced her that I was old enough to know. “You were about three when a tall man in black overall
I Have Something To Say The reason I started this blog is because it helps me to express myself. Everyday i learn something new about human beings. They say all of us are different , then why do they have groups of people who behave exactly the same? I write about these little things that I notice . Suddenly when I write I am not the awkward 13 yrs-old and I'm no longer fat and clumsy. Because when I write I am being myself. So from now on I will write for girls like me around the world. Who, if given a platform can do incredible things. Because this is where I am - who I want to be. This is who I really am.
An Ode To My Teachers
From our first alphabets to our final exams you have always been there guiding me through life's most important and crucial moments. You held our hands to teach me how to write and taught us discipline and for our younger’s as well as our elders. You take out time from your busy life and devote it to us. You are not just our teachers but our mothers that make us the leaders of tomorrow. And I know I speak on behalf of all my fellow student's when I say that we are forever in your debt for all the love and care we have received over the years
THE PERSON THAT I ADMIRE THE MOST – MY AUNT There are a lot of people in this world that help in shaping our futures and the kind of people we will become when we grow older. We all have this one person that we can share everything with, for me it is my aunt- Purva. She is not a famous celebrity or a billionaire entrepranuer or a star sportsperson but for me she is the best person in the world. It is not because of the adoration we feel towards each other as relatives but because - whether it be encouraging me to stand out in the crowd or recommending good books, she has always been there when I needed her. A few years ago, I was burdened under peer pressure and had lost all hope in myself that is when she gave me the courage to be confident and optimistic. She made me fall in love with my own self and happily look forward to whatever comes next. I have seen her play the role of a mother, wife and daughter-in-law apart from an aunt and I must say she manages to captur
#PrayForGaza The Gaza–Israel conflict is not something new it was started in 2006 and has continued still. What started out as a political conflict is now a threat to thousands of people. According to certain reports more than 800 people have been victims of cease-fires and other such attacks by the Israeli’s . The border barrier built in 1996 has also built barriers in hearts.Recently the Israeli gov. also refused passes to workers as well as for medical purposes. Hundreds have been slaved , thousands have been orphaned. People are scared of their own shadows. In such a situation all we can do is stand by and watch as great unjust happens to humanity? We can pray , pray for peace and for the betterment of Gazans. I request everyone of my readers to light a candle everyday in order to show your support for peace in the name of humanity.
EUTHANASIA The above refers to intentionally ending a life in order to end the person's unbearable pain and suffering. Although the actual meaning is "good death" in Greek, but I would hardly call it that. Many European and American countries have legalized it. In India, the high court refused it but the Supreme Court wants to debate on the subject. Honestly I have mixed feelings about this - on one hand, pain and sufferings that have been announced fatal by the doctor should allow euthanasia. On the other hand I agree that with the enormous amount of technological development every day we might even be able to cure the deadliest of diseases. Many a times the patient doesn’t want their family to see them in such pain and opt for euthanasia. This topic might touch close to a lot of people's hearts. Remember that life is not that simple. Each life is bound to a fabric - the fabric that consists of all the lives in the world. We are mere strings of that fabric but
THE FLOWER Ever paid attention to the flowers in the garden outside your bedroom window? take a look. How they sway with the wind. Now pay closer attention. When the seedling is pressed under the soil it gives birth to a new life , which in a few months, grow into a plant . The wind rocks through our little sapling , making make it's world shake . But it stands tall and mighty , fighting till it's last breath . The rain pours over it, burdening it with gallons of water , slowly trying to weaken it's strength but the sapling stays the same , fighting till it's last breath. Often we don't watch where we re going and crush the saplings hopes and dreams but it sustains them. The day comes when there is no sapling , in it's place is a strong , tall and appealing flower that looks nothing like the sapling . It overcame its fear and grew up to live all its dreams. It now was not the green little common stuff but a unique plant in the flower bed. Blooming with
RONAN I remember the last time, I kissed your face. Your silence was screaming in my ears. You gave me my best four years I love you for your mesmerizing charm, your cute little laughs and funny tales. They will never be lost You’ll stay alive, always in our hearts. And I will pray every day for your soul. With a hope that you’ll return to me, I will not give away those hand me downs,because somewhere I believe that you will grow into them. I will keep those toy cars and teddy bears for you to play with. I shrieked and wailed to god asking for answers. When you surrendered with your last breath in mum’s protective arms. Those cruel 8 months you fought your battle like a warrior, like a terrier. You gave me my best four years……………………………………………………….. -Mehak This is the story of a 4yr old boy who is no more. Ronan Thompson was a warrior and we should all learn from him. It brings tears to my eyes everytime I think of how many Ronans are suffer
I drew a sharp breath as I dipped my pen in the ink for the 50 th time . I stared at the blank paper and it stared back. As I kept my pen down , my thoughts wandered yet again- I could hear the silent cry and drop of tear , far away somewhere, of the newborn upon just becoming an orphan , the sister upon her last ‘rakhi’ , the mother upon the loss of her only son. At a time where everybody was loosing , who was to gain? My wet eyes brought me back , I stood up from my desk and walked out to sit on the front porch. I looked up to the sky which was on the brink of a storm.I picked up my copy of ‘Mahratta’ and opened up to the front page. The headlines greeted me with nothing but disappointment. It read- “ The Amritsar Massacre. Darkest Stain Of British Rule. 370 Dead and 1200 Wounded” To look at it another second was unbearable. Loss was’nt something new to me . Abba gave away his life so that his country could live. Just as we were recovering from his death, news of the Ja