Life: A voyage

Having sustained myself for 20 years,life has exhibited its trailer at such an age where an adult has almost reached the turning point in his  life.Now you might feel what  a 20 year old girl might have suffered agony to such an extent which has made her realize that life is an expedition we have already set our foot on and cannot turn our back on it.

Life definitely presents us with all kinds of emotions be it happiness or sadness,fear or anger.They say,”When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry,show life that you’ve thousand reasons to smile.”Indeed!Life is how we mould our thoughts,how we react to the situations we’ve to go through.For a girl losing her father at such a tender age is as bad as losing her hero ,her  love and surely a guiding hand on her shoulders.Never ever had I thought of such an unforeseen episode in my life.No doubt, accidents and mishaps on the roads can never be foreseen,calamities and disasters in the nature come unforetold, cataclysm in the world can never be forecasted. Similarly, the tragedies in our life are like bolt from the blue.They come all of a sudden and there you’re :flabbergasted and benumbed!You enter into a state of absolute astonishment where you’re completely unaware of how to respond.

That’s where life teaches you to overcome such setbacks.Then and there you get to know the real essence of life.Life’ll no longer  remain an adventure if there are no fluctuations in it just as the heart monitor goes flat when the patient is dead.It’s up to us how we deal with and defeat them.

Life may be full of pain,but that’s not an excuse to give up.

Watching two little girls playing merrily with their father certainly reminds me of my father.But when I see an orphan begging on the streets to survive ,definitely makes me feel bad but helps me in suppressing my low spirits.I,then look at the brighter side of my life,the perks life has awarded me with.That’s how I discovered my ways to triumph over the melancholy and accomplish the voyage of my life I’ve already embarked on.



Love..What is it all about?

Love.. just a word of 4 letters,verbally so easy to say ,isn’t it?Then why is it characterized as a heavy word.What does it exactly conveys?What kind of feelings or emotions does it emphasize?Is it the only “sex-kind-of-love” made by the couples?Is this word restricted to travel only through the talks between the couples?A perfect “NO” is what I would answer to these two stupid”yes-or-no” questions!

Love your enemies!

Now this may sound weird, as it’s coming out of nowhere.It’s like only when it comes to our friends,parents,relatives,soulmate ..this magical word”Love” appears.But,NO!.Strange to hear.Jesus himself has said this,”Love your enemies”.Why to love someone we hate the most and that is why they’re called enemy,right?Why show solicitude and compassion to someone whom we’re hostile with?

The answer to ’em may go this way:

Love is not all about our fondness ,our sympathy,our goodwill,etc confined just  to the people we know or to our near and dear ones .It has of course got to do with  our good character .It’s as good as look at the world with an optimistic view .Try to find the good side of , be it anything,like considering the good qualities of someone who is rude to us or who is really very selfish.Try to be kind and helpful to this world.Here I don’t intend to completely overlook the flaws in others.You need to consider them only as much is required.Do good to all.When in times of adverse conditions,try to give them a leg up.Try to assist them with all you’ve.

Never treat bad with a bad,wrong with a wrong,evil with evil,etc and so the list goes on.

The best revenge is to improve yourself

Maybe,now its clear what love exactly is made of.

Be good and do good.

The sir ,I admire the most…

They used to be my favorite weekend evenings,travelling through the KDMT buses,buying a ticket for Milap nagar, trying to find a seat somewhere or stand throughout the travel otherwise.

I still remember my first day at Muzumdar sir’s class.During the whole travel I kept thinking about how would it be and above all he being very strict was a hell lot scaring me.This scene resembled the way a small kid cries on his first day at the kindergarden(I wasn’t actually shedding  tears though).Completing the homework and switching off your cell-phones were some of the “must-do-never-forget” rules required to survive and thrive in sir’s class or else you would be a dead goose.

Punctuality,perfection,disciplined were some of his qualities that impressed me.Never ever had I met  a perfect sir until I met Muzumdar sir.His way of teaching constituted some magic which kept motivating me to read articles  more and more,be it from the newspapers or magazines.I offer my sincere  gratitude to sir for that magic he had with him which helped me to enhance my English.He was the one who taught  me the usage of the language in a creative manner.I can confidently say the sole reason to boost my English is Muzumdar sir.

Now that he is not there with us,he’ll be missed a lot.All those memories ,those moments spent during the classes ‘ll always be cherished.


My first blog

Hi there!.. my first blog ,as the title says.

It’s a partly sunny afternoon and I decide to create my own blog.Being a “not-so-experienced”blogger,I find it that I’ve to put in a lot of mental efforts to write a blog over something.

They say,”a precise and an orderly construction of the ideas running through your mind is what makes a good write-up”.Forget not,a good vocabulary, which plays a paramount role.The more you write ,the more you feel confident while expressing your thoughts.

Learn as much by writing as by reading