The Impure Soldier

 Over the years we have made the decision before opinions, the choice before options and the solution before questions. We have commented way too fast then thinking. We have concluded even before knowing the facts. We have rejected because we thought that was impure. Most of us won`t even try to think again before letting our mouth slip or words flow. The basic instinct of thinking has died or have been killed or buried under the sand of impure thoughts.

Our world is filled with Races, countries with Religions, cities with Castes and houses with Genders. But the basic instinct we require has gone astray. We divulge into discoveries and inventions but not into opinions and facts. This has made come to a place where we comment and share the unrequired. We believe in unity, but not in its implementation.

Over the years we have been silent and the attitude has not changed and is not changing. For us, everything is for granted. Including a women's respect.

Molestation, Eve teasing, Groping, Rape, Sexual assault and many more names to man`s cruel thoughts. We blame the victim but not the culprit. We question the victim but not the culprit. We stand against the victim but not with the victim.

She has been raped, you comment her dressing sense. She has been eve teased, you ask her what is she doing outside at that time?

What if I say she`s too young? You say it is her gender!

Someone who blames the victim is worse than the culprit. Because it was never the victim's fault.

Even today when my sister goes out the late night I support her freedom, but I am afraid is she safe? When my friends (Girls)  say, they met a person online or down the line, I feel scared. Not because just society is not good, it is because even I am wrong.

Touching her without her consent does not make you man, it makes you a coward. They are not objects, they are people like you.

Imagine what if one of them is your sister. 

What if your sister is groped? What if your friend is eve-teased?

When you can not accept the fact or even the thoughts of certain things happening to people around you, how can you misbehave with someone else?

She is not fighting back, does not mean she is weak. She is irritated by perverts like you. She is not an option of availability. She is the gift of creation.

She is your mother when you need, a sister when you are scared and a friend when you are sad.

Don`t just stand and protest when something goes wrong. Strive and thrive that she`s always safe.

Remember you are not protecting her because she is weak, you are protecting her because it is time to pay back for all she did for you when you are in need. It is your duty to thank her back.

My dear remember this till your last breath, even the spelling HE is part of SHE.

You are always beneath her. Because you are born out of her.

Even your GOD has a mother.

  

Melancholy

Depression is the emotion that makes us feel empty, broken, silent and sometimes lost. Not every one of us is meant to lead the life the same way. Everyone has their own syllabus and their own questions to answer.



You go through ups and downs in life. No one really seems to be supporting you. Of course, no one will. Because it is your life and they have got their own shit to deal with.

Life is an opportunity to live not to prove. Even for the light to be useful, it needs darkness. You are worth a million opportunities, not approvals. Depression is not a sign of weakness, it means that you have been strong for long enough.

I know you are sick of crying, tired of trying but yes you are smiling while dying inside. Trust me you are not the only one facing it. Remember that nothing lasts long. You will again see the sun rising from dawn, which you thought would never happen. Sometimes you just really don`t know what you are carrying until the day you release it. You will start to heal when you let go what hurts you. May be think and consider to aim at perfection in an environment of imperfections, prejudice, and criticism and that is the pursuit of excellence. No doubt it involves bearing with unreasonableness, which leads to depression, anger, and rejection. Stay with it, however painful it is to bear.You can not be like that longer.


I know it is not easy to pretend everything is right when nothing is left. I know there`s a hell and I too have been to it. Yes, I too have been into depression and no one get over it easily. But, you have to.
Don`t be dead inside and survive outside.
You wake up every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired the night before, my love trust me that`s bravery.Your demons hide in your thoughts not under your bed. Don`t search for opportunities, create them. You don`t have to control your thinking or thoughts, you just have to stop letting them control you.

Courage is not always about roaring. Sometimes it is about saying at the end of the day "I will try again". Remember life isn`t about letting the storm pass. It is about learning how to dance in the rain. Although the wolrd is full of suffering, it is also full of overcoming it. It is like a wave. You can not go against it, you have to learn how to riddle it while being in it. May be you have to know the darkness before you can appreciate the light.

You are allowed to scream, you are allowed to cry but just don`t stop to try.

So, what can you do? Just remember,

Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer. You shall be free indeed when your days are not without a care nor your nights without want and a grief. But rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked and unbound.

To everyone out there

To the people out there, what you see in someone is not always as it is. It is the reflection of your perception. You see it the way you want it to be.

Comparing a person with what he or she is, with someone else is like looking for snowfall in desert on a sunny day.

No one is perfect no matter how hard they pretend they are, so don’t compare yourself to them.
Personality begins where comparison leaves off.
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Whatever your passion is, keep doing it. Don't waste time chasing after success or comparing yourself to others. Every flower blooms at a different pace. Excel at doing what your passion is and only focus on perfecting it. Eventually people will see what you are great at doing, and if you are truly great, success will come chasing after you. 
We have to strive to be uniquely successful but not follower of slavery. 
Your story has to be unique, so stop rewriting the same story. Build one of yours. Compare , but with yourself to be better than yesterday but not with others which gets you discontent.
Remember, the fastest way to kill something is to compare it with something else.
Enjoy being yourself by creating your own world but not to be a guest in someone else`s. A flower does not think of competing to the next flower, it just blooms.



Admire someone else`s beauty without questioning yours.
Never stop doing best, just because someone does not credit you. Some of the wonderful people are the ones who don`t fix into the boxes. They believe in what they are capable of but not what they are compared to.

The one last good bye.

Saying Goodbye to Someone Who Care and Love you is very Difficult and Hard. We met some time ago and We got Connected with each other. But at the certain time we must say goodbye. At that time, we feel Empty and Broken from Heart because of that Person and their Memories, Feelings that are Attached with us. We all Deserve A great and Memorable Farewell.

The feeling of saying goodbye is one of the most important emotions in the world because if you don’t do it right, whatever you are trying to be is going to linger. You must send off the person, place, or thing you are trying to say goodbye to fully.

So here I go.

We all met four years ago on a journey with no destination but with a lot of inspiration to aspire something. We have fallen and stood back on our legs. We fought, we cried, we smiled and giggled together. We became friends, on something more than a family we supported each other.

We shared everything from food to bed and at this point I realized that now on we share memories not with each other but about each other.

Now we cannot meet in canteens, we can never again bunk those boring lectures. It is not same anymore. Isn`t it awkward to think and realize these.

It was not just a journey, it was much more than that.

From the days of organizing college fests to meeting one last time during the exam, it was all in four years.

I don`t know how did the time pass, but for me every moment we spent together is precious.

From now there won`t be any gossips to discuss or any night outs prior to the exam. Sadly, everything is over.

From that first crush in the canteen to that last person we fought with, everything is now just a memory.

I just cannot thank everyone of you, because it`s not just a thank you that can fulfill the deeds. I will carry all those memories you gave me.

Years from now everyone of us will be busy battling for survival, money, reputation and many more. But that one night when you sit alone and think of the days we had, silence plays a role. A tear drop with that smile on our face tells the tales of joy.

It`s not the end, because at the end everything should be happy and without you it has no meaning in my dictionary of life.

And at the end I have this small message for you all,

Kabhi kabhi zindagi ke kuch pal itne khas ban jate hai ki wo humse hamesha ke liye jud jate hai aur na chahte huye bhi wo humse dur chale jaate hai ,phir kuch yaadien iss kadar sama jati hai ki zindagi ke har mod par wo lamhe yaad aate hai

Wo lamhe jo meri zindagi ke anmol pal ban gaye,
Wo lamhe jo mere gujre huye kal ban gaye,
Kaash in lamho ko mai phir se ji pata,
Wo lamhe jo meri nam aankho ke jal ban gaye.

We were, we are and we will be together.

Tales of scars

You rise, you fall, you rise again and fall again. It is you who struggle, it is you who fight, it is you but not anyone else. The war is not for proving your worth to someone, it is about fighting for yourself, for what you have believed in. You fight for your values, not for your value. Remember the more you are needed to the society the more you loose yourself, because the cheap one`s have higher market value. Your war is not with enemies, it is with your destiny. The best revenge is just to forget and being yourself. You don`t fight with weapons but you fight with actions. Till the last breath just don`t try to survive, fight with all you have and leave.
Let scars tell the tales.

The tale of living.

Trust me there's no one who can live the way you do. It is just you who lives your life not for the sake of someone who has nothing to do with what you are and what you were. Nothing from your future has to do something with your present. It's your past which leaves it's prints on your future.
The scars tell the tales of your survival.
It's just not about surviving, it's about surviving for a cause.