HAVE MERCY, OH TWO-LEGGED ANIMAL!!

To be honest, I've made a million tries to write a catchy first line to this blog and have ended up deleting it each time. I'm not a professional writer, i just write to let it out. I write on topics that usually don't cross the human mind and even if they do, they don't last a minute or two. I don't really put up facts, I'm not on a mission of "AWARENESS". I just write what i see and what i feel about it. They say the writer wins when people relate to what he has written. I'm not here for victories. 

Satisfaction, Serenity are the words I'd use when asked about the purpose of this blog. I write when i'm deeply touched.  Sometimes I wish if only I could write about every emotion I had, life would be simpler,

Everything i write is either real, or has a message hidden in the letters somewhere. All you need to do after reading this is, Think about it. If possible, try to extirpate the negativity. 

I was lying down with the headphones on. Just when the song stopped playing, I heard dogs barking and crying. I wore my Dad's jacket and ran down to see what was going on. I saw a weak bitch shivering and with her tail stuck deep between her legs she was trying to get rid of five dogs. 

After scaring those dogs away I went to see what the deal was. Couldn't stay calm being the dog-lover i am. I saw six shivering puppies trying to hide from the cold and the rain.

The mother who just managed to save them was so weak that one could count the number of bones she had. I remember her eyes. That helpless look, that 'crying out for help' look. I'm sure they would have been better off if only she could speak. I was numb. Felt a strange kind of restlessness. 

I will not mention what I did after that. I'm not fetching compliments here. The family is safe and probably is feeling a little warmth too. The reason I'm writing this blog is to urge you people to just take a look around you guys. There are creatures out there in the cold who can't share their misery, who go through a million problems without asking you for help. Even if they do ask for help, we don't understand. Look for those helpless eyes and take a step to help 'em.

Part of me says I'm just wasting my time writing this blog. People who don't give a damn about their own species wouldn't suddenly pay attention to creatures of different kind. 

A person sitting on the back seat of his JAGUAR won't really realize that he has the same kind of a soul that's crying inside the beggar knocking on his window, Same kind of a soul that's in a four - legged creature and is desperately looking for food in the trash. 

 How can we complain about a world where no one cares about anyone else when we ourselves are too high headed and selfish to think otherwise and help.

Ever wondered how cheap a dog's loyalty is?  A PARLE-G packet worth RS10/- 

It'll love you like a parent. Trust me.

When Heart takes on Head!

So sorry for being inactive for so long. before i start with my random post, i'd like to remind you guys that this is my personal blog, my personal views. They're not related to anyone, not even me.

I'm sorry if the posts are too 'informal' for some people to understand, i wish i could help them.

the so called "grammar nazzi's" and haters can always click on the red cross at the top right corner. :) 

The most painful wounds, worst of their kind are invisible. too deep inside, just at the center of someone's beating heart.

Now dont take me literally, he's not a heart patient. 

Pain

-noun

1.Physical suffering or distress, as due to injury,illness,etc.

2.Mental or emotional suffering or torment.

I'm talking about point#2 ,just by the way.

I've seen people in pain, serious pain. Stolen girlfriends, stolen phones, stolen cars, pens,pencils,chocolates, toffees, lollipops, blaah blaah blaah.. Trust me, they have my sympathy. I have no intention to joke about their "pain".

How about the pain of losing a family member? 

How about the fear of feeling the same pain again? this time, only stronger.

Think about another word. "WAR"

what comes to your mind after reading the word?

War -> Destruction -> PAIN.

What if the dispute is between two close friends of yours? How will you decide whom to support if you had to?

What if it is between your head and your heart?

what if....

You have a passion to achieve something in life, so you decide to work day and night for it. to be able to do what you love to do. You work!

You work for the name, the fame, the money, the power, the recognition or just love.

You work!

You work when you're awake and your mind works to decide the task for the following day when you're not.

You work!

You work when you're happy, you work when you're sad. you work when you could've had a good day n not so bad.

You work!

You get habitual to it gradually. You look for work when you're free, you look for more work when you're not.

You work!

It's like you're running in a race blindfolded, and you're just going on. you don't have a clue where you're headed to, but you're going on.

Your head pushes you further. It motivates you, shows you a temporary task and stops you from giving up.

Distracts you from everything else, distracts you from everyone else, distracts you from every flying thought you could ever have.

Your friends decide to go for a movie, you can't go cuz you had some work and your head didnt allow you to linger on any further with it.

Your mom calls you home from your PG, and you just can't go cuz you have some WORK here, and your head doesn't allow you to go. 

Your love asks you out on a date, and you refuse. for obvious reasons.

You head, has a different scene all together in your mind. 

Then one fine day, your heart takes a stand.

You decide to take a day off. So you sit and look around you, wondering what to do.

You call your friends up, they've gone for a movie and they didn't invite you. they pre-assumed that you'll be busy.

you call up your mom, she has gone to her friend's place.She didn't expect your call anymore and probably was too tired of waiting for it.

your love, starts loving someone else.

This feeling which you get on running blindly on an endless road, leaving everyone miles behind and getting a "THULLU" , is pain.

Now what? 

head says, "enough! get back to work"

heart says," why work to only kill yourself?"

head : " if they cared, they would have understood."

heart : "It was you who was too blinded to see."

So finally, you look at yourself in the mirror and think about what all you're left with. 

different kinds of pain to cry about?

different kinds of thullu's to play with?

This feeling, of being in a chaos and not knowing what to do is pain. :)

Get Well Soon Dear Motherland.

This is my way to express MY thoughts,I do not belong to any political party, They say a pen is stronger than a sword, I thought of using a more advanced,popular and a stronger weapon,the Internet. If anybody doesn't agree with my thoughts, they can happily hit the red cross on the top right corner of the window. Nobody IS forcing you to read this and NOBODY CAN force you to read this. After all, My mother is said to be the largest democracy of the world. I still request you to keep all your personal grudges aside and think about what i am actually trying to say. :)

We were always taught that our nation, MOTHER India was once called the "Golden Bird" before being looted by foreigners. It is understandable that stronger nations conquered the land, manipulated the people,divided them on the basis of caste and took all the wealth they could. Painful past, isn't it?
Children are taught about how bravely our ancestors fought for the freedom of our land, about how tragic and problematic Indian history has been. We feel proud don't we?
We say stuff like, "India is a FREE country, THE LARGEST DEMOCRACY OF THE WORLD, SOON TO BE A SUPERPOWER, INDIA SHINING!!" okay, yes. We are progressing. Year after year, month after month,day after day, minute after minute OUR COUNTRY, OUR MOTHERLAND IS DEVELOPING.
What we need to do here, what I really want us all to do through this blog is TO THINK FOR A WHILE. Where are we heading to? What are we doing to keep OUR mother HEALTHY or WEALTHY??
What are we doing to make our mother A REAL SUPERPOWER?? She may look fit from outside, what about her condition within??

I'm sure we all must have heard about the BLACK MONEY IN SWISS BANK ACCOUNTS. We all know it does exist. We all know who have the RIGHT to benefit from it, and we all know who actually is benefiting from it. As we heard from some of our leaders, India isn't the only country with money in that bank. I Agree, but I always heard a saying in hindi when I was a little younger, "AGAR WOH KOOEIN MEIN KOODE TOH KYA TUM BHI KOODOGE?" which means if someone is foolish enough to jump in a well, does that mean that we should copy them? And we are SO interested in copying others, why can't we copy the germans who deployed their sources, got to know about black money and brought it back home?
Chinese rail minister caught for corruption, was given death penalty. Indian rail minister caught for the same and lost nothing but his chair. But why should we copy others? Monkeys have a habit of copying, don't they?
We hear that the Rupee is falling. I don't know if our leaders actually care about it but  think of a middle class indian candidate who is deserving and willing to go abroad for higher education and can't do so because his bills would raise with every single dip our indian rupee takes? Now why would we worry about that poor soul? its his problem isn't it?  BUT THIS INCREASES THE COST OF EVERY SINGLE THING IMPORTED IN INDIA. Petrol,Diesel,Cellphones,Cars,Electronics.
Worried a little?
Our mother is forced to take LOAN to survive. WHAT? HOW CAN THAT BE TRUE?? WE ALL PAY TAXES. WHERE DOES IT GO? See the overflowing drains in monsoon.See the broken roads.Have a look at all the problems you face daily.
NOW I DO NOT MEAN THAT NOTHING IS BEING DONE, I DON'T MEAN THAT NO DEVELOPMENT IS TAKING PLACE. But it is not uniform. The rich get richer and the poor die of hunger.
WHY BOTHER, We can blame the government, we can blame the people WE ELECTED. We can abuse a little,and forget it for the rest of the day. HOW CAN WE CALL IT OUR MOTHER LAND? We have our responsibilities too. Its OUR mother, not THEIR mother. 
THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO EARN LESS THAN 30 RUPEES PER DAY! Do we even think twice before buying a mobile worth Rupees 30,000/- ? 

Businessmen donate crores of rupees to political parties for campaigning before elections, and they think a hundred times before donating a hundred rupees to an NGO working for cancer patients.
But I can understand, We all have heard about the fraud NGO's too.

But my mother is progressing, she is walking towards a brighter tomorrow. She has about 50 percent seats reserved for OBC/SC/ST's. What a great thought. I'm sure all general quota candidates would be knowing what is actually being done. PEOPLE TRAVELING IN MERCEDES ARE RESERVED ON THE BASIS OF CASTE, A farmer's son who is hardworking and deserving is denied a seat in a college even when he has scored more than the reserved candidate who is allotted a seat.  I'm not against reservation, if the government is that considerate, reservation can be given on the basis of family income and not caste. 
HOW CAN WE SAY THAT WE'VE MOVED ON THE CASTE SYSTEM? HOW CAN WE SAY THERE IS NO DISCRIMINATION?
Wake up dear siblings, this is all VOTE BANK POLITICS. DIVIDE AND RULE. Open your eyes, get over your selfish interests and for once think about OUR nation? May the deserving candidate have the seat? IRRESPECTIVE of his/her caste?  Let's do what sounds right rather than easy?
We see about 750 vacant seats in IIT's and DU taking out 6th-7th cut off lists this year. SOMETHING MUST HAVE GONE WRONG. Don't you think?

WE LIVE IN A COUNTRY WHERE :

• Car loan is cheaper than education loan.
• Rice costs Rs. 40/- and a sim card is free.
• People worship Durga,Laxmi,Saraswati yet we see sex determination and infanticide.
• Olympic shooter gets a reward of Rs. 10 lakhs for winning gold, and a soldier's family is given Rs. 2-5 lakhs on his death on Duty.
• We happily give 50 rupee tip to a waiter and don't bother to give a single rupee to a beggar knocking our car-windows at red lights.

I see our mother trapped, tied up in chains, chains that we need to remove to push her to success. to make her rise. to finally let the golden bird fly!!GET WELL SOON DEAR MOTHERLAND!