Life is what you make it..

              Just today i happened to read a book " LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT". I randomly picked up this book. Usually i have the habit of buying the books only if i know about the authors well. But with this i just picked it up for the title.A very powerful story of love, hope and how determination can even overcome destiny..

              What would v do if destiny twisted the road v took? what if it threw us to a place v did not want to go? Would v fight, would v run or would v accept?'Life is what you make it' is a gripping account of a few significant years of Ankita's life. She has the world at her feet. She is young, good looking, smart, and has tonnes of friends. She got everything that she dreamt off. She is never least to anybody and makes the environment at a high five. Every person who come across her develop a sense of liking towards her. Its not just because of her beauty but because her attitude too. A long train of events happened in her life. All of a sudden she had a intense feel of miserable fear that overruled her and she was thrown down to earth and finally ended up in a mental health hospital. How did she get there? what made a great transformation? and how she overcome the hurdles lined up? is the story all about. It is deeply moving and inspiring account of growing up, of the power of faith and how determination can overcome even what destiny throws at us.

               Its a tale, at its core a love story that makes us question our beliefs about ourselves and our concept of sanity and forces us to believe that life is truly what one makes it.. Please do read it if possible. 

              

Help ever!

I could hear them 
crying out,
starving for food,
craving for money..
I could see them 
worn out..
I could sense 
the loss of smiles on faces
when somebody says NO!

             This is the state of individuals who depend on others for making their basic needs. People are born on earth with equal talents. But why is that destiny of people differs?! Some rich and some poor, some happy and some sad, some satisfied and some dissatisfied. At times v say when someone begs for money, 'you are gifted with good hands and legs and y don't u work and make out your living?'. At this moment v forget to realize and analyse what kind of worst situation would the person have undergone which had led him to this extent?!Until one fine day when i come across such people i at times offer and at times i don't. Its my dad who made me a strong note to think off. 

             My dad is usually a very kind hearted person and never ever says no to anyone of that kind. He helps to the maximum extent he could. One fine day myself and my dad were walking and my dad offered the eatables that we bought to a roadside person who was starving. At that moment he told me a very valuable thought.He said every person who is desperate at this state has only one hope that people that he come across would help him and thats the belief he has and waits in every odds of climate with a belief that he could make his living some way or other. How would he feel dejected when we don't offer?! He said its like something that v had crushed his belief. He also said v may not b able afford things that would make his entire living but every single drop of help that v grant will definitely make a drastic change in his life. The change may be not for the lifetime but at least for a day he remains happy. I was stunned at such thoughts flowing out from him and i was wondering y didn't i even had such kind of thoughts ?!That moment i sensed a responsibility in me to do the maximum that i could afford.

              The intention of this post is that i wanna share the things that brought a change in my mind to all so that every single change in yours could make a living!Lets all make a owe to help the poor and needy at all times possible. Every single motion of smile that v c in others that too because of us will really give a huge satisfaction to both us and the receiver too.

OMG

Hai friends :)

              Nice to catch u all after a longggggggggggggggggg time. My blog have been idle for months together and am here with a post to make it alive:) Recently i had been to Delhi and it was one of the most memorable ever.. Amidst so much experiences at different places i never knew a language will give quite comic and tragic memory to remind off :)..

               We happened to visit one of the well known bazaars of delhi, the palika bazaar. Known for its name, underground construction and ofcourse for the huge price with which u can even bargain and get an item for the lowest cost. Before going itself v heard from few people that the goods may not be reliable and would be at the high cost. So we were cautious in purchasing.. We purchased quite a few number of good things and finally my brother ended up in a shop for getting Playstation cd's( one which guys of his grade are crazy about).. When we popped into the shop we all suggested him not to buy it and it may not work.. And with one final condition we agreed to buy if the shopkeepers checks the cd's and confer it to us.. We asked for the shopkeeper to check and he said that he couldn't though he had the sufficient PS to check over there.. 

                Then v moved on to the next shop and asked for the same and that particular shopkeeper was so candid that he accepted to check the cd's which v buy there.. He led us to another shop apart from his and finally v ended up in the same shop where v had been just a couple of minutes bak ;) The shopkeeper was looking horrible and accepted to check finally.. To our great expectation the first cd didn't work.. From talking to the shopkeeper before v presumed that the person knows only hindi as he was replying only in hindi for all that v asked.. And when the cd didn't work v were all talking to my bro like this is the thing that happens everywhere and v were telling him not to buy and was even talking about the shopkeepers tactics in selling the cd's , scolded him inbetween with a boldness that he doesn't know tamil..  And then too he went on with the second cd and to his fortune it worked well.. He turned back to my brother and said "தம்பி இந்த சிடி வொர்க் ஆகுது ".. He said that and gave a very strange look.Oh my god .. We were taken back and especially me! Was struck by the fact that he do knows tamil.. Just managed the situation and walked away.. With few steps away v all bursted out with laughter for having made such a fuzz and infact had no other other way to react over that. Still that person's face haunts me... I was just wondering what all comedies v make when v have a language barrier.. The situation gets tough at tyms and comic at tyms when u dont understand the opponent's word and either on the other side he/she understand ur lang.. Ofcourse one of the memorable incident and for godsake should not meet that shopkeeper again if i happened to be in delhi:)

Moral: Appearances are deceptive.. very true in this case.. And v must know atleast to communicate the basic thoughts in different languages that too when v go for different places.. 

Rose

Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you it's only seed. 

It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dying'
that never learns to live. 

When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the winter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.

                                  -An wonderful poem. These are the lines in the mid of a story...

அலைகள் மீது தவழும் குமிழியாய் ,
புல் மீது யாத்திரை செய்யும் பனித்துளியாய்,
சுடும் சுற்றொடரில் வீசும் தென்றலாய் ,
உயிரிழந்த பகலுக்கு மெருகூட்டும் இசையாய் ,
அமைந்தது அந்த ஓர் இரவு !

என்னிலை புகுந்த தனிமையின் தருணத்தில்,
என்னை தன்னிலை இழக்க செய்தாய் உனது வருகையால்!
சலனமற்ற என்னில்,
எதிர்பாராத உனது ஸ்பரிசம்
ஆஹா! சஹாராவில் குளுமை போல..

உனது வருகை ,
எழுச்சிகளற்ற என் அனுதின வாழ்வில்
புத்துணர்ச்சியாய் !

மணிப்பொழுதில் நீ ஏற்படுத்திய வாசம் ,
என் பொக்கிஷ சுவாசமாய் !
தனிமையின் முடிவுரையாய் வந்தாய்,
என்னை கவலைகளை மறக்க செய்து ,
நீ இருந்த நொடிபொழுதில் மகிழ்ச்சியாக்கினாய்!

ஜடமாய் பயணித்த என் பயணத்தில் ,
வந்தாய் திடீர் விருந்தாளறாய்!
நீ ஏற்படுத்தி சென்ற மெல்லிசை உணர்வுகளை
நேசிக்கிறேன் உன் ஒவ்வொரு வருகையிலும்
என் செல்ல மழையே!!

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முட்கள் நிறைந்த பாதையில் ,
மலரின் பாதச்சுவடை தேடியபடியே தொடர்கிறது நம் பயணம்!
கணக்கில்லா அனுபவங்களுக்கிடையே ,
நாம் நம் வழிகளின் தேடலிலே !
பிரபஞ்சத்தின் எல்லை வரை ,
சிரகடித்துச்செல்ல கனவுகளும் உண்டு ..
சிறகுகளை நிகழ்வுகளின் சிறைகள்
தடுத்த மாயமும் உண்டு !
அன்றாட வாழ்வில்
எதிர்பாராத இழப்புகள்,
வரவேற்காத தோல்விகள் ,
புன்னகையை திருடிய கவலைகள் ,
மனக் கோவிலில் குடியேறிய குழப்பங்கள் ,
வாழ்வை எதிர் கொள்ள முடியாத தவிப்புகள் ,
ஓடிய காலத்தை எண்ணி கண்ணீர் பின்னோட்டங்கள் என
எத்தனை விதமான திருப்பங்கள் தான் இந்த வாழ்வில் ?!
அவ்வபோது சோர்ந்து போகும் உள்ளங்களே ,
நினைவிற் கொள்வோம்
பேய் மழைக்கும் இறுதி மழைத்துளி உண்டு !
அதிரும் பூகம்பத்திற்கும் நித்திரை உண்டு !
உயிரிழந்த கடிகார முள்ளிலும் மறுதுடிப்பு உண்டு !
இறப்புகள் அதிகரிப்பதால் ஜனனம் குறைந்துவிடவில்லை!
மலர்கள் உதிர்வதால் செடிகள் மறித்து போவதில்லை!
வலைகளின் எண்ணிக்கை அதிகரித்ததால் ,
மீன்களின் எண்ணிக்கை குறைவதில்லை!
நம் வாழ்வும் அப்படிதான் நம்பிக்கை இருக்கும் வரை,
நாம் நிலைகுலைவதில்லை!
நாம் சிறைகளை தடுத்து ,
வலைகளை தாண்டி,
கவலைகளை எரித்து,
புதிதாய் பிறக்கும் குழந்தையாய் அவதரிப்போம் !
திரையில் ஒளிந்திருக்கும் அழகிய வாழ்வை எதிர்கொள்ள :)

Gonna Miss!

How it would be when you are all alone in a massive island? How it would be when you are in the street in the midnight searching for your pavement?How would you feel when you lost yourself in your dreams?With such chaotic thoughts in mind, with stupendous number of hopes, with quite large number of dreams, with loads of excitement, with the thirst of foreseeing the days ahead, the brand new day of my life started--The First day of my college life :)

In every bounce of my new experiences, in every moment of joy, in every single flash of my thoughts, in every brink of my eye i felt the nostalgia of my school life. Until that point of time i was with the thought "school days , the heart of everyone's life".. later on days got rolled off and i had a swivel of being in a most comfortable place. Its that moment wherein i got a thought "college days, the heartbeat of everyone's life"..Hurray! i started enjoying college life from there on.

Friends, the most sweetest part in everybody's vivacity. Its friends who made me glow bright all the time, Its my friends who patted me when am down, its my friends who gave me confidence to rise , its my friends who gave me courage to do fraudulent activities :P(only at times like staying out of classes), its my friends who stole my tears away,its my friends who are always right beside me. For all those who are destined to travel with me throughout my heartfelt gratitude for making me live with your presence.

Some days of college were cherishable, which gave energy to hold on..some days were adorable, which gave spark to be noted on memory lane.. some days were melancholic, which made us stronger to face odd situations..some days were victorious, which gave us moments to realize ourself.. some days were challenging, which made us know the real ourself.. Almost gone through all days in all dates of these years.

Never ending chit chats, time up lectures, frightening exams, sleeping hour , permanent shelter in canteen, outstanding classes, irregular assignments, lab time stories, record works, war provoking culturals, enjoyable games, lullaby seminars, curriculam breaking workshops everything gonna end ! change has never been without visiting anybody. Realizing it in every moment of living nowadays!

The life that gave everlasting friendships, longstanding love, memorable experiences, hard lessons for lifetime, prestigious degree for the elevation of rest of our living, the life that gave us huge number of thoughts that we never had before can never be forgotten . certain memories are pricking to remember but difficult to forget. on the other side we long for certain memories to be happening forever but we are left with the curse of the past being folded :(. Only the happenings get folded but the memories are held for lifetime. Though life keeps on taking diversions, college memories are infact kept intact. Gonna miss the most freedom centric part of life :(.
-With a desire to be in touch always..