You will find a friend Or you'll lose one. You will break a heart Or you'll heal one. A lot will happen and lot will not. Like every year This will year will come and go. But I hope You be your friend You be you lover You be your inspiration this year.
मैंने तो समता सौंपी थी, तुमने फर्क व्यवस्था कर दी। मैंने तो न्याय व्यव्स्था दी थी, तुमने तो अन्याय व्यव्स्था बना थी। मैंने तो एक भारत सौंपा था, तुमने तो जातियों से भिन्न- भिन्न कर दिया। हर मंजिल थैली कर डाली, गंगा भी मैली कर डाली। शांति व्यव्स्था भी हास्य हो गई, विस्फोटों और दंगो का भाष्य हो गई। आज आहिंशा वनवासी है, कायरता के घर दासी है। न्याय व्यव्स्था भी रोती है, गुंडों के घर मै सोती है। गांधी को गाली मिलती है, डाकू को ताली मिलती है। क्या अपराधिक चलन हुआ है, मेरा भी अपहरण हुआ है। अमानवता तो मानवता हो गई, समजिक व्याख्याएं निष्ठुर हो गई, हर घर मां काली अक्षण हो गई, मां लक्ष्मी तो भक्षण हो गई। राजा का आचार हो रहा, मजदूरों पर अत्याचार हो रहा। जैसे घायल पड़ा जटायु हारा थका कराह रहा है जिंदा हूं या मरा पड़ा हूं अपनी नब्ज़ टटोल रहा हूं।
मै भारत का संविधान हूं घायल मूर्छित लालकिले से बोल रहा हूं।
It can't be tempting to live your life like a pre- sequel, to live as a setting up your own story.
And once you lose weight, once you have the enough money, once you graduate school, once you are in real relationship,once,once,once and then finally, you'll begin to live and everything you do up until that point is some kind of a half- life, some unimportant forward you can skip.
Don't do this, inhabit your life completely, sink fully into the wealth of your existence, the power of apparent sense is in this fearless owning of who you are,so that you can shape where you're going and you can mould what you're thinking.
“Our lives improve only when we take chances and the first and most difficult risk we can take is to be honest with ourselves.” I feel like me.. All of you have these thoughts -
What if I tried something that I was truly invested in and failed? How would others respond? Perhaps I would have to listen to sincere concern from loved ones questioning why I was making reckless choices.
Maybe I would get expressions of disappointment from certain friends as I fell from the pedestal on which they had placed me (against my will). And, it certainly wasn’t inconceivable that I might be on the receiving end of some gleeful schadenfreude from others behind my back.
Plus, there was that pesky issue of my identity. I liked being known in my circles as the one who could be counted on to achieve. Who would I be without that identity?
After numerous quiet meditations . Yesterday, at 3:00AM , I realized that who I would be was someone who was a whole lot happier.
I would be able pursue my heart’s desires unencumbered by apprehension about how others might respond. I would no longer have to stifle the voice deep inside trying to get me to embrace all sides of me. I would be free. Here something I want you all should read these points : 1. Think about your various identities.
Which ones work for you? Which ones constrain you? While some identities might be obvious in terms of how they hold you back (i.e.: “I am not smart.”), be aware of others that might seem positive, but actually can work against you (i.e.: “I must do everything well.”)
2. Recognize that other people, though well-meaning, can box you in.
While listening to others’ feedback can be a helpful way to develop, be aware that they bring their preconceived notions to the table. Trust your gut, and be comfortable with the fact that others may not always agree with your choices.
3. Be aware that identities change.
Just because you have been known as “The person who…” for as long as you can remember, doesn’t mean you have to own that person for the rest of your life. Who do you want to be? What feels right for you right now?
4. Give yourself permission to grow.
Instead of needing to be exceptional right away, arming yourself with the knowledge that you can always develop in an area through effort can help to deal with some of the fears that might come up when trying something new. Be compassionate with yourself.
5. Keep in mind the words of the late, great Maya Angelou, “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
"Will I be writing anything new... Do I have a way with words... Am I someone famous... Then why would anyone read my words at all..." These were the questions that stood before me, when I was about to post my first few words on Mirakee. Let me emphasize here... post... not write. Because I've been writing ever since I learned my alphabets. My old notebooks, diaries, tiny paper chits... I keep finding my words, scribbled here and there, every now and then... some written almost 20 years back. Writing wasn't new... But sharing my words with the world was. People ask me why do you write. I write for me. This is the only thing I do with total selfish motives. I'm not doing it for popularity, or to build a career out of it. I didn't start writing to heal or help others. I'm not doing it as a hobby or a pastime. I'm doing it to stay alive. I'm doing it to love myself. I'm doing it to listen to myself. I write because that's the language in which I talk to myself. Anything that follows, is a gift... a blessing... in form of my followers and their words of praise and encouragement. I was a scribbler. Whitewings exists because more than 10k kind souls find meaning in her words. So many people read my words and so many have told me these words help them too. It is soothing to know, that the nectar of this pain, has quenched other souls.