Faith and hope

Have you ever experienced how a smile from a stranger when you're walking alone on a pavement brightens up your face, lightens up your mood??
Have you ever seen the smile which lights up on young little faces when you smile at them whole-heartedly..??
I do..Children smile back at you only when they know your smile is genuine..
Have you ever thought about something and experienced something related to it in a day or less?I'm not talking about reading a garfield comic and switching over channels and realising that the garfield show is goin on at that very instant.Ah!what a coincidence! =D
No, I'm talkin about times when you meet a person more than once at odd hours in odd places and they've always been a positive catalyst for you or days when your horoscope is point right upfront or when tragedies surpass you by a stitch..


You think this is FATE? I think this is FAITH.


I've always been a firm believer in God's word and though I do not know whether angels or demons exist or not..I BELIEVE.
Everyone needs to believe, at some point or the other..everyone needs faith cos' what would we have if we had no faith?no hope?
I don't condemn atheism but no matter how open-minded or scientifically religious I may be, I can't seem to accept and appreciate this stream of faith. Stream of no faith actually; cos' what this world needs is exactly just that..a little ounce of faith and a few pounds of hope to overcome this nightmare we live in cos' being realistic in reality just makes things more real but what we need is the UNREAL.

I've always believed in the existence of spirits, good and bad not only because the Bible tells us so, but because there are innumerable number of experiences by countless people and they may not all be illusions.I,though, haven't experienced anything as such but there have been instances in my life where I have been bewildered by the luck,coincidence and circumstances which have trespassed my reality.I have met people who have changed my life and I will meet many more.

There was this Pentecostal book I had read "Interview with a witch doctor" and the man in the interview was into witchcraft since he was born and so were his forefathers.He speaks of spirits,weak and strong,old and young, spirits of Gods and Goddesses whom he handled and had power over.But, none of them came for his aid when on his deathbed.It was when he accepted Christ into his life, when he washed himself off his sins that he was born again as a new man.Yes, spirits do exist I feel..But I am confused like most of us are.

Are spirits feelings??Are hate,anger,jealousy,love,patience,kindness,grief - spirits?
Or are spirits elements?History talks about fire worshipping Azeris to tree worshipping Herero tribes(the children of the Omumborumbonga tree)..
Everyone has their own idols,their own charms and threads and things to worship to,religious traditions to follow.
But what religion is that which is suppressed by customs and by unheard of traditions, which does not bring in equality within it's two sexes, which worships animals and rips women?
Which religion is that where gypsies are treated like filth,where the sun which is worshipped inevitably sets each day, where people pray to spirits in poems,people who file their teeth to points, who worship the dragon-dog??


Yes, there are a million religions and a zillion Gods but 6 billion people who don't
know what they're believing in.


Many of us come across people at times, who are instantly refreshing..they give you this sense of happiness and comfort to be with..they give you peace..
Many of us have met people who have given us immense love which has known no bounds,such an amount of love that your experience with them is almost heavenly. =)
Many times we have come across people who inspire, who dedicate, who are determined and who HELP you when you need it the most.


When God threw Lucifer down to the pit of infinity,were Gabriel and his crew sent to Earth to save us?Do we have angels or do we have demons?Do we have both or either or none?Do we have only ourselves to live and die with?



Do we save ourselves or do we have a Saviour?


Well,according to me,God helps those who helps themselves.God saves those who save not only themselves but also many other souls.

I have had many angels in my life who have protected me with their wings of love, of blood and truth.People, old and young,tall and short,happy or sad have been my angels, my inspirations.Maybe they ARE angels in reality.

We may have infinite religious beliefs but what matters at the end of the day is that we have something called belief. Don't think that things are just mere happenings but look at life and reflect, that everything has a reason and so does our existence.

It doesn't matter whether we have the answers to these questions or whether we have questions to known answers.As long as we have the ability to differentiate between right and wrong, we have the biggest gift our mortal souls could ask for.It is in our hands to make good use of it..to do more good and less of harm, to be the GOOD you want to see in the world.

It is in your hands to be an ANGEL or a DEMON.







P.S: I published this post at a different hour,but I finished it at around 3 am, also known as "The Devil's hour". HaHa.

Core

Some days I look up at the sky
And wonder how and wonder why
We're placed like dots on land and seas
amidst the air, amidst the trees..

I feel so small
and not so tall
I wonder
if the sky will fall..

Some days I look down at the ground
And wonder why the earth is round
I wonder why we have legs to walk
Eyes,a nose and lips to talk

I feel so small
and not so tall
I wonder
why time tests us all..

Some days I yell and scream and shout
Speak my mind without a doubt
Some days I shut my mouth,my speech
At injustice outside my reach.

I wondered then and wonder now
and will wonder wonder forevermore
If life is all just ups and lows
or has something hidden within it's core...

We live in deeds,not years..

Ask any girl from my college, as to where do they go when they bunk?Where do they eat during lunchbreaks?Where do they get their thick xerox copies from and where do they go to check out the net?Where do they go to mend their broken sandals and buy the newest accesories?

You will get just one common answer-Loafer's lane.
Yes, it gets it's name from the carmelites who loaf their everytime and the guys who loaf there to check out the carmelites. :P
Here, we have our most famous chaat and juice shops.
One day after college, it was about 3 o' clock and I was damn hungry.Sadly, I spent all my cash in paying for some zoology notes that day and I had only change left.
I counted them and I had 6 rupees.Now,what can you buy for 6 rupees, you may wonder.
But, trust me, around our college, you get a lot of things for that much and lesser.
I thought about buying a samosa from the famous 'kolkata chaat house' down the lane.
That will be 6 rupees spent well, I thought and walked down as the sun beat down on the road.

As always, there were a few girls already there and I waited my turn.
There were 2 pretty girls buying everything expensive on the list, holding a choco mocha.
The way one of them spoke; I was wondering "what airs she's got? As usual, another rich,spoilt brat of my college."
She bought a samosa and was looking down, searching for something saying "Kaha gayi woh?Yahi tho thi."
And then, from behind a bench, came a small girl, about 2 years old..she looked smaller for her age and she was the cutest face I had seen all week, even though, it was dirty.Obviously, she was one of the many kids of the labourers who worked near college. The pretty girl handed the samosa out to the smaller one, and the 2-yr old gave such a smile of gratitude that it melted my heart and she took out a 50 paisa coin in return to pay for it.
That's all the little girl had.

The older girl in hindi, told her "no, this is for you ..you don't have to pay me back" and she walked away.The men who made the chaats were staring at her as she walked off and looked at the little girl with a big smile.They probably,didn't see such kindness quite often.
One of them, eyed the change in my hand and asked me,"Samosa chahiye, madam?"
I replied a yes absent-mindedly.
When I walked back to the bus-stop eating my samosa,I felt a bit of guilt.I did not want to eat it.
That day,I was taught not to judge a person by looking at them.
And the pretty girl also,taught me how to spend 6 rupees well.

Watchman Uncle..

One of the best things about coming to college and leaving it every day in our
first year of college was greeting our watchman uncle..An aged man, his name was Bahadur and though not many people speak to the watchmen at college, our gang used to.
All of us used to usually go and greet him with a big hii and how are you?And he replied with his sweet old smile..As days grew by, we grew more close..He tried to remember all our names.Sonali was his favorite and He managed with Neha and Sushmita instead and always seemed to forget Ayisha's name.Lol.
Whenever time permitted, we went to meet him.We bought him chocolates and little treats from the pantry van once in a while..He always asked us whether we needed something..
I remember on pulse 2007 day 3,I was a volunteer..But was really ill that day and was on the verge of fainting..I was going back home..He asked me why I looked so ill and realising that I didn't have lunch he was forcing me to to come to the food stalls telling that he would buy it for me.

I cannot forget his gentle and kind nature and the way he blessed us with good luck when we were worried before the exams began..He used to tell "God will make all things right."
That was 1st puc; This year though we didn't see much of him..and a new watchman was replaced..whom we also did go say hii too..But the older one was our favorite and will always be.
Bahadur uncle came one day with red scars on his arms and told us these were scars of the injections he had been taking at the hospital.He was ill.


4th january was his birthday.
On the first day of coll this year,5th January,I went to meet my college counsellor and she was casually talking to me telling me that she wanted me to meet the principal that day.But,Sister was out of college as she was attending a funeral.
She, then, told me that watchman uncle had died.He had been suffering from cancer and Sister had gone that day to his funeral.


I was too stunned to talk.Numbness engulfed me.I told her I had to leave.
I quietly walked back to the drive and told my friends there about the sad news.
The drive was noisy as usual with a hundred girls chattering away.But, for us, it was one of the quietest and saddest lunch breaks we had ever seen.
We will miss you and you will always be remembered as our dear old mcc's watchman uncle.
RIP
:'(

Rain on me...

The best thing I love about June and July is the rain..
There's nothing better than getting wet and sticky and coming home and drying yourself and looking at the clean green earth.
This is something I wrote down to show my appreciation for
nature's gift..It's long so please bear with me.




RAIN ON ME.

Pitter patter
Shimmer shatter
sounds on my window-pane.
Looking up from my world,I realise
It's none other than my beloved rain.

I run outside to my balcony
I've waited for it long enough.
I stand there..watching..sinking it in
Looking at nature engulfed in love.

The smell of the kiss
when the rains' lips touches the earth's.
The mud softens and flows with it's lover.
It has taken a new birth.

Umbrellas open up,
black,stripes and polka dots
The people hidden in the over-turned cups
don't know yet what they have lost.

The rain stops to look at us.
Forms little puddles, large enough
for paper bits and boats to come out
bare feet running, on and about.

I eye them with jealousy..
I look at my reflection in the dirty streams.
Then,I notice the glass ceiling I made for myself.
I realised I still hadn't freed my dreams.

All my life I wanted to be:
The urchin sprinting on the wet tar road.
The kid with the water buffaloes running the fields.
The couple dancing under the rain, middle of nowhere.

I wanted to be wet.I wanted to be watery.
I wanted the rain to never die.I wanted to be free.

I then run again, onto the road..
and in the middle, I prance alone.
I spread my hands out like a plane,
I fly alone,amidst the rain.

Some dirty faces stop and see
staring at me in disbelief,
They look at each other but join in soon..
They too know of God's best boon.

From their balconies, clean faces stare..
Is she mad?How can she dare?
I look at them and smile at the feeling
Of having broken my glassy ceiling.

I dance alone, eyes closed, round and round..
The rain has got me so spellbound..
and then, he comes and holds my hands,
"I too love the rain, so shall we dance?"

Dreams of dust

"One day I woke up and realised
that all my dreams've turned into dust.
Pieces fallen can be picked up,
but what of dust,must and rust?

Invisible to the naked eye..
though watched by me day,noon and night,
Will they gather themselves back and fly
into those dreams,once within my sight?
within my right?"

Ah!the world dreams a lot..
Of starry skies and sunny days
Of beaches unseen and snowy ways.
We dream in clouds and dream on sand..
But what we wanna do stays in our hands.
The closed fist,thus,speaks a tale of strength
Of determination to every length.

But time is oh!An Evil One
with it's passing by, grow our hands forlorn.
And other fists come in the way
So you may never see your shiny day.
You were born with hope and you lived with ambition,
But you can't break this;it's called tradition.
With a weary face and a teary eye,
you learn to give up with your head held high.
Yeah,dreams are meant to be shattered, my boy,
You can't do much;It is all a ploy.
Reality plays it all alone
to rob you from your golden throne.


Don't shed a tear; don't show your fear
Of loosing what you love the most,
Cos' one fine day,the sky will split & you will hear
The trumpets' sound from coast to coast.


You will then realise that there is a place
where dreams do come true,after all..
A place with light and happy faces,
A place from where you will never fall.



Then,you may gather your dust and knit them back
With a spool of hope and a thread of joy
Hand down your dreams to the younger ones
It is theirs now,not yours, my boy...