Good Bye

This is my final post. Seven years ago I was a foreigner in a land which effortlessly transformed its desert terrains to a modern city. Today I am no longer a stranger. Looking back I realized that the city never accepted me, years shall pass and the city will evolve and once again it will be a strange place. So I sat back and wondered what really made me comfortable? The answer was plain at sight yet I saw it much too late. Tomorrow I shall leave this city, and only now I realized that it were the people I met over my seven years stay that put me in my comfort zone.

For a good deal of time I kept away from social networking sites because I gave into the false optimism that those I love shall always be around. I denied the fact I will someday have to let go. I made promises to keep showing up but I know I made them to make my departure easier.  Tomorrow seven years of friendship shall be distant, and all that shall remain will be memories. I would like my friends to know that distance may physically separate us but the memories that we share shall last for eternity. All of us have unknowingly influenced each other’s life and that has caused us to walk paths we now choose. This is not the end of our years together but just another phase of our friendship and although I cannot predict what is in store for me in the coming years I see not this moment to be an end but rather a beginning.

Till our paths cross again

Adios     

World Of Magic

The most fascinating fact about a child’s mind is that it is so naive. Of course I am still in my teen days and cannot make any bold statements about the maturity of a mind but I for one know that I and most people of my age have lost the power to see or feel the vibes of magic. The word magic when put forward in a casual conversation immediately stimulates a serious of bizarre and surreal images in our mind. What comes to our mind is a man dressed in black with eye liner for make up doing the usual card trick. But that is not what magic is about and for all I know the only one with the answer to what magic truly is, will be a child.

Let’s go back to when we were children, when we did not know that it was our father but believed an overweight man from the North Pole dropped in our presents under the Christmas tree. When the rainbow was God painting the sky not a phenomenon caused due to splitting of white light. When the rain was a phenomenon caused when the clouds cried and not because of a process explained in our science textbook. This is the world we used to live in, a world of magic. What happened? Why it all went away? When I ask myself that now the answer is quite simple ‘we grew up’.  

Science was implanted into our minds and now everything which was magical was yet another boring chapter in our books. The conflict between science and magic has been debated over for ages.  But if we look at it neither favouring nor disregarding any of the sides it is simple, science explains magic. It is merely an explanation of all the magical things created by the lord and it is very accurate giving it a blunt finish because not everyone likes perfect.

The newspaper and other form of media are an open testimony to the fact that throughout the world New Years Eve was a magical eve adorned with firework, people singing drinking and merrily dancing. But if instead of partying and creating magic a man looks at the facts that clearly state that a New Year is nothing but the earth completing one revolution around the sun then the magic collapses.

So all I am trying to convey is that we should let science prosper let this world develop but at the same time never forget that this world is filled with magical stuff and we are its magicians.

The Small Things that make Life Beautiful

I saw it the first time when I was seven, a six faced torture toy the rubix cube. Well at that time when my mind was more dependent on that of higher beings I was often told that life were filled with challenges, and at the age of seven I met my match. I made it my aim to solve the little menace for a cube. Of course that time the powerful search engine Google was not known to me for if it was I might have been able to solve it. Time passed, the cube became a faded memory of failure and now my mind saw the world differently, it saw that everyone were running behind money and without thinking, without consulting my heart I did the very same thing. I ran without knowing why and if sometime I did stop I was overpowered by guilt which told me that others are getting ahead of me. The beauty of challenge no more fascinated me. All that until last week, I had gone out to buy some materials for a school assignment and as I moved about picking the things I needed I saw the rubix cube lying on one of the shelves. I was filled with unease seeing the six faced toy, it reminded me of the challenge I left unresolved, a challenge in which my intentions were clear it was not for greed of money or fame it was simply a small desire of the heart. So I bought the cube home with all the other things I needed and then in a matter of three days I had learned to solve the cube.  The fulfilment of the heart’s desire ‘enriches the whole body with pleasure and for the first time I felt truly alive relieved from the worries of the world. Some may say I wasted three days on a mere toy others that I could have used the time to finish my project on time which I did not. Many of us realize this when we are going to enter our graves we look back and see what all we missed and the times we denied our heart of its desire and then sleep forever in regret but for all those who want to know it now I give it to you that it is the small desires of the heart that makes life beautiful.     

Walking Alone.

We all have family, friends and others who care about us. They all do a great job by providing us an helping hand. When we fall they pick us up, aid to our wounds and then hold us until we are ready to walk again. And it is splendid for you to have someone by your side, it is very comforting but if you ask me it is not wise.

Now I am not telling that you to cut out all your relationships and become a saint. All I am trying to put forward is that when we chase our dreams; when we walk the road to our ultimate desire we should walk alone. By walking alone I don't mean be egoistic and deny any genuine help, but rather learn to deal with your problems yourself. Don't let anyone spoon feed you or walk you to your goals. The obstacles of your life is yours to face.

Many of us forget this, we are so driven by the obsession of achieving our goals that we would do anything for getting what we want faster. Obsession leads to dissatisfaction, but passion leads to true pleasure. 
So follow your passion, be patient and remember that the road that leads us to our goals is not just filled with obstacles and difficulties, every bit of that tar is embedded with lessons. So if anyone offers you an air way to your goals it is better not to accept it because then all the lessons stored for you will be lost.     
    

Being an Optimist

I observed that many people don't really get optimism, so here's a story that might clear your concept.
I read this in the book good to great by Jim Collins and it was called Stockdale paradox.

Jim Stockdale was a US military officer and he was held captive for eight years during the Vietnam War. Once he was released he wrote a book describing his eight years in hell. Jim Collins the author of the book good to great was greatly moved by Stockdale’s book and craved to meet him. So he set out and managed to arrange an interview with Stockdale. In the interview Jim asked Stockdale.

"Sir when I was reading your book I knew the end was a happy one, I knew that you are alive and out of prison. You are probably a hell of an optimist."
Stockdale smiled and said, ' Oh I wasn’t an optimist, all the optimist died."
Jim was taken aback by that answer and asked, "How so?"
"Well all the optimist kept thinking that they will be out by next Christmas and kept praying to God to pull them of their misery and each and every one of them died."
"So how did you get out?" Jim asked.
"Well the fact was simple that we were not getting out until the was subsided so I just tried spreading the news that we are not getting out by next Christmas so deal with it."

The words of Stockdale changed my definition of an optimist. Being an optimist is not about pretending that everything is all right, in times of misery. Being an optimist is to accept the truth and positively think about what to do about you situation. If a man wants to lose weight, he must take the necessary steps like exercising, eating healthy food etc. And all the while as he does this labour he must think positively that his effort would pay of. That is being an optimist.  

   
  

Perspective

A lady with her family moved into a new flat in New York. Their window faced that of another lady's balcony. One day when all the usual household chores were done, the mistress of the newly moved tenants sat on her couch and relaxed as she looked outside her window. She saw a pile of clothes were put out for drying but something else also caught her eye, all the clothes were dirty. " Why would someone put out dirty clothes for drying." the lady thought to herself. Again the next day the lady noticed the clothes were dirty. Now she began to picture the owner of those clothes as a dirty, unhygienic person. She told her husband what she witnessed, but he payed not much attention to it. The next day to the lady's surprise the cloths hanged out were clean. That night when the husband came home she told her the sudden change in the health of the clothes. The husband looked outside the window, smiled and told his wife," Dear, the clothes were never dirty it was are window which was stained I told someone to clean it for us today."

Life is all about perspective. We all see the world differently. Some see this world as a tough and competitive place others see it as a friendly one. So if we choose the right perspective to look at our problems then we shall find an easy solution for it.   


   

Die Trying

Look around, everything comes with a price tag on. Living in such a world we tend to think money is everything I beg to differ. Society however makes money a big issue, everyone ranging from our parents to our teachers, elders and distinct relatives teach us that those jobs that can promise us a prosperous future are the jobs we must choice from. Ever time I tell someone don't give money a lot of attention do what you like the most, they neglect the idea.

For those of you who are scared of following your dreams because you think its not going to work out, here's two words Die Trying. If there is one thing you think will give you contentment and you shall be happy while your doing it then even if you struggle or fail pleasure shall not elude you. Even if you cannot fulfill your dream before you die, you will die with the thought that you died trying to fulfil something that you thought was worth living for.

So think about something that you think is worth dying for and try to fulfill it. If you have the passion then you will achieve success, even though it may come after a little bit of struggle.