At 15

At 15 you are the among the people filled with enthusiasm, in the stage where bots are made but as a caterpillar gradually turns to butterfly, its contrasting here I don't know much of China neither do i know about America, likewise Africa, Australia are all unknown expect India(since I travel very less and I'm an Indian)but the thing is even with this narrow piece of observation(which includes me) I came to the conclusion that at15 mind somehow dwindles and me unaware of how a common aged life or common youth life is lived, all of what I'm mentioning is part of assumptions provided by different people at different stages. Well, remember your teenage, there was a time when you tried to be the bad one or the guy who doesn't seems to get moved again and again by the way the teacher flatters about the good in life. Admit it there was time when you assumed yourself to be the king of the arena, when you had that ego deep within, and when the anger was reflected even with your cuddling effort and that over the childhood had happened so suddenly that you were taken for wrong now and then (times when you were the culprit, other times just because you were the culprit the other time). You felt the dominance in yourself and were tempted by his naughty behavior or her careless attitude, his remarkable ago or her casual style. Suddenly in all this nonsense a fragile maturity seems to be born that distinguishes you from the time you made a big calendar still slept for hours to the time you made no calendars still night were often sleepless, some in thoughts of the evil charm of the past, some in recovery. Well at 15 I would have written things I would have wanted to scream but I the fact my friend, the biggest thing,

At 15 you are a nutshell that wants to fly but is forced to lie. Still yet it is for good or is protection from vulgarity. Question remains as the 15 reserves.

Secret-a fatal misunderstanding

In the world where we live among people of different faces(not like the one that tells you how beautiful they are but like the one that limits them in their own boundary) that are ardent to resign any more space to people around and more likely the victims are the near and dear one’s. In such a world(pardon me I try a lot but I always see the hard way out, not because of any personal favorites but because the love we feel for our siblings, our spouse is the only love that's alive else for every passerby we behave like loaded guns at any single mistake and also pardon me for what I say, I most of the time gets diverted from it).So where were we, yes in this world where life isn’t free overlooking the demerits of when it's completely free existence is possible? No I not asking, I am rather telling you existence is possible when certain things are hidden. There are certain things we tend you ignore before saying or sharing which leads to the emotional collapse of the other person. Secrets are often misunderstood with lies but then I question them survival where almost relatives are backstabbers? Everyone has a different view of how the coin is places and from where I’m sitting, (a teenager who hasn't done any piece of research before writing this) I shape secrets a necessity for absolute survival. Also not conflicting with anyone's point of view I would like to end this very post with a renowned HINDI PROVERB(since I’m a Indian) Aage kuan hei toh peeche khai.

Now take it metaphorically according to the topic and think what a secret weighs.

Some say that someday we all are going to die because of every wrong we did. Well knowingly to keep a secret that may come for respect honor and service, perhaps we can bargain a little more life for a little less bad.

WHAT ABOUT YOU?

what would  it be like,if i wasn't here
not among wind which pollutes the survival
if i could be one day like you,my highness
just for one single day
so to live a life of human
but far as i can see there is only misery
for my fragile heart,the world aint no Mother Teresa,
why cant they understand,their slavery is no life
rotten food and they see it right?
why should i suffer,i asked?
am i any different from the one that He made at last?
then i shall break through
but then what about you?
will you let me up where you deceit yourself?
in your own creation with me?
well me ,no,no,i can but i just dont
because even if i did
oh then WHAT ABOUT YOU?

Experience

All good things in life arnt prone to happen unintentionally as far as what i believe(not judging the sentiments of anyone) and that it is the dedication of a person that makes him capable of what he desires or needs in the right time with the right lesson.experience in life in one big thing that is not yet sold in currency of few papers,it comes with exposures of life(all the good and the bad,the hard and sad times)and that whatever a teacher may give to its student,that it is never given in full not because he doesn't wants to but because even if he does he can't as he is bounded in the undiscovered thread of experience of his student.whatever may you ask from the books or from the words of great people,people from poverty,people of meaning you can't get all what you are desired for in these few words or conversation.if that was possible ever next door was a saint and every 5doors there would be a god not with the meditational ambience and with all the sober colours in background and away from all his WANTS but in rather comfortable and sociable form with a couch and tv on and reading few heavy books.

among them i sat

a few days ago i was sitting among the kind of people i had hated in my childhood for their intelligence and i  used to be like why aint i like them,if they all say i also have a good mind but then as i grow up i came to realize this fact that life wasn't just about following one or two odd people but about making your own path of free living.keeping that aside for a moment,i was sitting with them and doing their kind of work but in my own way.actually i used to write and i write for i like to write and i was actually writing on something it was like CHILD LABOR and that that ambiance i was surrounded throughout that moments was really mesmerizing.
i was in the school (m a student) and was like if i had the permit of a laptop or a cell phone i would had posted that then and there but then i got a bit busy in doing nothing and this very idea of sharing my wonderful experience had just shut off when i revived.it may seem to very absurd at once to read about my experiences that are not so famous and also not so interesting but i would recommend you all to read it for you never know what you may find in them may change the way you think as when i was with them not all the good i adapted but at least i adapted this that the world is kind off a showbiz and in order for people to know you and your work, you have to like show off.honestly speaking i m not so show off type,i m like a little introvert but yet extrovert.well that was the first time i was invited to write in specific(a song) for a drama,you couldn't call it as a official yet it was first time i was working under someone and it didn't pleased me when people pointed for all the fair thing they should because i had this state of mind that it was i who was writing and who are you to question? well thats pathetic i know but you always learn and now i have known to adjust well once i have been among different faces even at just 2 or 3 encounters.
also while i was with them i realized this fact that you always seems to be in a hatred for someone when you work as a whole for clash of opinion is bound to be. well thinking of others point of view may cause the heat to slow down but sometimes its just worth a punch but well no it has to be taken down cause the punch that you may give would complement some fight and few people round here that are reading this would(like me) want no disturbance to the decorum.

all in all i just had my slice of experience and i just tried to share it with you all(throughout trying my best to entertain,still i m rookie i'll surely get better ahead)

Fashion-an illusion

First of all before i start i would like you all to know i really dont know what people make blogs and twitter account for so i just made mine so i could just write.
Well oh the world is in fashion.how commonly do we hear such words?in the contemporary world these words seems to be very common especially among youths and ladies of big mansions.we are so generous that we have even donated part of world to our destructive weapon.well my friend wearing those denim jeans and canvas shoes and hood jacket and a multi functioning watch what do you really want to show?your superiority that's so unstable that even if you die today many more like you may vanish your name in future,was that for what you use to swank off?the eyes are merely just buttons left for our heart and mind has been filled with insane thought cycle different for shabby street vendors and aristocracy.well its a pity to live in such a world where people are reputed for material they wear rather than the material they possess and its a pity that often I m carried over by this destructive moral tide.bounded in a society we can do nothing to make their minds change but to change your own thoughts no one will ever stop you until it's affecting them toothed worst and well what can regaining our moral values make people upset off.change your mind my friend what if I m no white and I am a bit tan I have a mind that I respect your no damn outfit can match.what if he is poor and has shabby appearance if you take him to a morality class,he may be the best professor.
Fashion aint any good to you,to me,to the society,to us yet we seek to shake its hands and there,what about and morals for which we ruthlessly discriminate people on their deceit appearance like  masquerading in the dawn of popularity?your answer may never come for if It had to,the world would have had to know.
Beg pardon my English,I actually am on self coaching books-NORMAN LEWIS :)