I have a Dream

A new exciting life has begun. Something which I dreamt of in my childhood, but couldn't keep. Staying for few days in friend's house and that to in another city. This is really new experience for me to comprehend the whole new human behaviour and to feel the social existence.

Childhood has been very restrictive and I always accuse my parents of making me dumb as I couldn't open up myself. Even today I am bit perturb to talk something new to acquaintance or friends. So couldn't go that far enough and didn't had so profound friendship.

My behaviour might be puerile to all of you but I believe my mind is bit mature than that. People don't recognize or appreciate this exception is my sister who really make me feel confident. I used to slowly curtail all such emotional relationship, couldn't kept that long. Even some time I had good launch on these sensitivity but couldn't be incessant for long. This is the traits of my dad which I am carrying through although I have learned to be more expressive though.

I also wanted of one education partner with whom I can share my intellect and he share his, and we could develop something fascinating stuff which will surely make people wonder. More than that it will make both of us happy and gay. I needed that interesting thought, that input which always encourage me to carry on. Unfortunately I couldn't find those. Maybe due to my ineptness or in competencies. But one thing always kept me going no matter what stopped me or thrashed me. That is "Hope and Believe", that one day I will break that jinx of that mystical curse.

It took me so long to be strong enough to face myself and talk to you freely. Certainly there is great scope for me and I will do it. In the annual function of Class VI, I was in a group song. The song was "I have a dream a song to sing" by Westlife (I came to know about westlife in recent years only!). Whenever I sang this song I don't know why it gave me immense happiness which enthralled and thrived me. After long 10 years I listened it today and believe me it is still generating a positive vibe around me.

I have a dream,
A song to sing,
To help me cope,
With reality,
If you see the wonder,
Or a fairy tale,
You can make a future,
Even If you fail,
I believe in angel,
Something good in everything I see,
I believe in angel,
When I know the time right for me,
I have a dream,
To cross a stream!!!

Rummaging and Thinking

I was rummaging for the various blogs was envied with their perfect orientation, which made me believe for a while that I stand nowhere. Then I looked back to my past all blogs and the time I had while writing and I thought "I don't just blog, I shatters my tears in form of my writing, which makes me a better person, every time". There is always a scope of improvement. I know I am not that consistent in writing, as I easily get evaded with so many thoughts running simultaneously, and abruptly my vision gets bleak with the blink of blackout of new boredom or merely a pity excuse of refinement, which shutters my brain vein.

Knowing the strength is a big beginning of achievement. As you can see I am quite good at rhyming and rapping a similar letter word called "alliteration" which I just googled because I didn't knew the term but since my childhood I have been playing with words in such way. It was just my past time then, didn't knew that it will incline me towards writing poems in form of expressing my self. The more unsociable I become more I wrote and it made me feel good. Then something taunted me. My improper usage of grammar, tense or words. I checked and still it was a big fumble. I was nervous as hell to share my writing works with class of intellectuals or at least a person who can rectify my work. Then I kept my works with myself, albeit I am still doing only difference now is to hide my silly sentiments and also people will read inside me which will make me uncomfortable.

I have all respect for upcoming writers, bloggers. I have learn and got inspired from you all. You are the budding vegetative roots which bring hope. I have all respect for you my school friend Kumar Pratik whom I didn't met much in school as he was in Sanskrit section (a class of intelligent-intellectuals). I read your blogs really get flabbergasted with your usage of satire, humour. Seriously how you do that. It keeps me moving and thus I choose the path of knowledge and wisdom.

The flow of writing comes with your pure candid thoughts. It should come sans external and internal thrust, and thorough trust. Seriously! now I being more naughty with words. Oh! this last one was bound to be, no choice.

Got lost to all freshness of vocabulary, scope is infinite. Got to learn new every time, ought to imbibe in my soul. The real life starts now. 

Innocuously Inspiring

Inspiration is 99% and Perspiration is 1% for the success.- Albert Einstein

That's true but only you tend to realise this very late. Believe in yourself, keep reminding this when in doubt. The thinking is paramount thing to do in the proper manner. Looking back really haunts me for present and future. It's not that I had lousy childhood, there was some inspirational moments in my half-baked life and I always had chance to counter back, but I couldn't do that anyway. Something keep blocking me. You call it a digression, suffocation, agitation, defiance or whatever, I really screwed things up.

Then a sagacious time period came when I understood the meaning of life. I kept on watching inspiring moments from real life,movies and stuffs. I pondered over this and all such mistakes. Introspecting my mistakes not only past but current too. Then really had my brother unsuccessful venture of early education life reminded me. He put his effort to improve, you see it requires great courage to transit from Hindi medium to English medium. He told me about first year engineering failure and again he retracted back and passed with respectable marks. I was there whole time but puerile enough to comprehend only the outer part of the matter not inside story. Now it make me think about this as one of inspiring real story. What I like about bhaiya is not giving up attitude, despite all the adversaries he kept his composure.