Last week while having couple of free split seconds with naughtiness howling my mind, I thought of sharing a personal message in codes with a close buddy over her Facebook wall and instantly saw other friend peeped in asking out of curiosity ‘What’s cooking ladies..?’. Though famous for nonstop Gossiping but Honestly, what were we cooking and the answer to everyone’s disbelief was nothing personal or secretive as such which can’t be publicized with bunch of people I happen to share life daily on facebook without ‘Codes’.
Taking a pause, billion neurons started troubling my brain on how life has changed with the increase in nos/count for age..? Every emotion, every feeling, every gesture has got a revolutionary change over a period of time and ideally their definition was/is/will be different at a particular age. To my or your dismay, our thoughts characteristically are molded with the surroundings, they are broadened with the vision our eyes visualize, they hover with the imaginations of our mind’s ability to collect and envision.
I remember when I was a prep kid, all I used to ponder was about the life of fancy stories that either Maa or Dada had cover as a part of daily lullaby. Also my world was all restricted to 5 fruits name Apple, Mango, Banana , Orange and Grapes (how difficult it was that time to pronounce this word), 5 vegetables name Potato, Onion, Cauliflower, Peas and Tomato (Potato used to be my fav in ol) and list goes on for several other 5 set of things.
With me growing up and started going to Primary, all the things that WE (me and my friends of that time) used to discuss/ chatter were about toys, chocolates, books etc. All we used to crib about the things that our parents doesn’t let us do and about the things on which we’re yelled by teachers. Spending max time on the ground was the big time achievement, priceless were the moments of exchanging expressions by saying some silly phrases, ‘ Dost nhi h kya’, ‘M bhi kal khila dunga’, ‘Yeh teri mummy ne banaya, (after a pause)….mujhe bhi khila na kaisa h’ n list goes on.
With me growing up further up until Secondary class, ‘To Study’ used to be the big time chore and nevertheless to mention securing position among top 3 used to be the only dream. With bit enrichment in sense of understanding, I had restricted myself to the daily schedule made by my particular and strict Mom keeping close eye on every second spent starting from getting up in the morning till getting lost in peaceful dreams. With further me moving to +2 class, word Dream was now replaced and transformed into ‘Aim’ with constantly everyone asking ‘Beta aage kya karna hain..?’Or something similar and Books were the only friend I had those days. With immense pressure to perform, to excel chasing me 24*7; getting a good, reputed rather so called “AIMS” was my only Dream. As an when I started weaving my parents dream in my own eyes, days passed in slogging my ass into tight study schedule, burning midnight oil AND taking early morning coaching notes.
Fortunately got through and was by then certain that this Renowned, Prestigious college is going to be my life for forthcoming 5 precious years of my life and also molding my life for another battle after this (in the same context “What after this…?”). Definition of my world then was having its own meaning with each semester passed and with me rising up. ‘LIFE’ was the only word with its due importance that surrogated a periphery around me during those days and was learning its ‘REAL MEANING’ hard way. With every bits n pieces of ‘Chaos’, ‘Echoes’ of fight in battle of survival/ existence getting on my nerves, with every incident passed I started raising ‘INFIDELITY’ towards my due AIM.
Though Today, when people see me in white court, give due respect, treat me equal to GOD or rather as living GOD and all I am busy in making money and strengthening my bank balance to have a luxurious comfortable sleep for rest of my life. After spending one decent quarter century, My dreams have shaped and all grown now from those closed four walls of a 2 BHK owned by my father to a luxurious Bunglow, from that machine running on 2 small wheels with the help of pedal to a Mercedes/ Jaguar or BMW 7 series, from that black thread tied on my arms (out of superstition to prevent me from bad evil spirits n blah blah) to some carat gold bracelet and list further goes on with endless wishes and frantic desires. In short, meaning of ‘LIVING’ has totally changed for me now and guess with the time passing it’ll keep on evolving; Ghost of past and Gallops of future will make my PRESENT worth Living and Demanding.
Taking a pause, billion neurons started troubling my brain on how life has changed with the increase in nos/count for age..? Every emotion, every feeling, every gesture has got a revolutionary change over a period of time and ideally their definition was/is/will be different at a particular age. To my or your dismay, our thoughts characteristically are molded with the surroundings, they are broadened with the vision our eyes visualize, they hover with the imaginations of our mind’s ability to collect and envision.
I remember when I was a prep kid, all I used to ponder was about the life of fancy stories that either Maa or Dada had cover as a part of daily lullaby. Also my world was all restricted to 5 fruits name Apple, Mango, Banana , Orange and Grapes (how difficult it was that time to pronounce this word), 5 vegetables name Potato, Onion, Cauliflower, Peas and Tomato (Potato used to be my fav in ol) and list goes on for several other 5 set of things.
With me growing up and started going to Primary, all the things that WE (me and my friends of that time) used to discuss/ chatter were about toys, chocolates, books etc. All we used to crib about the things that our parents doesn’t let us do and about the things on which we’re yelled by teachers. Spending max time on the ground was the big time achievement, priceless were the moments of exchanging expressions by saying some silly phrases, ‘ Dost nhi h kya’, ‘M bhi kal khila dunga’, ‘Yeh teri mummy ne banaya, (after a pause)….mujhe bhi khila na kaisa h’ n list goes on.
With me growing up further up until Secondary class, ‘To Study’ used to be the big time chore and nevertheless to mention securing position among top 3 used to be the only dream. With bit enrichment in sense of understanding, I had restricted myself to the daily schedule made by my particular and strict Mom keeping close eye on every second spent starting from getting up in the morning till getting lost in peaceful dreams. With further me moving to +2 class, word Dream was now replaced and transformed into ‘Aim’ with constantly everyone asking ‘Beta aage kya karna hain..?’Or something similar and Books were the only friend I had those days. With immense pressure to perform, to excel chasing me 24*7; getting a good, reputed rather so called “AIMS” was my only Dream. As an when I started weaving my parents dream in my own eyes, days passed in slogging my ass into tight study schedule, burning midnight oil AND taking early morning coaching notes.
Fortunately got through and was by then certain that this Renowned, Prestigious college is going to be my life for forthcoming 5 precious years of my life and also molding my life for another battle after this (in the same context “What after this…?”). Definition of my world then was having its own meaning with each semester passed and with me rising up. ‘LIFE’ was the only word with its due importance that surrogated a periphery around me during those days and was learning its ‘REAL MEANING’ hard way. With every bits n pieces of ‘Chaos’, ‘Echoes’ of fight in battle of survival/ existence getting on my nerves, with every incident passed I started raising ‘INFIDELITY’ towards my due AIM.
Though Today, when people see me in white court, give due respect, treat me equal to GOD or rather as living GOD and all I am busy in making money and strengthening my bank balance to have a luxurious comfortable sleep for rest of my life. After spending one decent quarter century, My dreams have shaped and all grown now from those closed four walls of a 2 BHK owned by my father to a luxurious Bunglow, from that machine running on 2 small wheels with the help of pedal to a Mercedes/ Jaguar or BMW 7 series, from that black thread tied on my arms (out of superstition to prevent me from bad evil spirits n blah blah) to some carat gold bracelet and list further goes on with endless wishes and frantic desires. In short, meaning of ‘LIVING’ has totally changed for me now and guess with the time passing it’ll keep on evolving; Ghost of past and Gallops of future will make my PRESENT worth Living and Demanding.
Prophesy: We the only one who have given wings to them (THOUGHTS & HOPES), so ‘let them fly’, ‘let them fly’…..very far very far…. Beyond Imagination! Beyond Control! :)
PS: Please Remember life is never equal and same at any two different point of time thus aim good and accept the positive energy from where possible…… HAPPY FLYING! HAPPY LIVING! JJJJ
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