Never stop at anything…
take it as an opportunity and find a way around it.

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Can I be one? Can you be one.. be like the Candle?

Happy Birthday to me , Happy Birthday to me..

wow ! what a wonderful journey it has been so far.. worth every moment.
Thank you..

Or it’s like the darkness that envelopes you, an experience that you realize only once it’s over. It’s a sickness that saps you of your energies, sucks the life and light of you, a negative force that drains all the positive energies until it’s over and then it leaves. But at the end of it, there’s no point of looking back and complaining. It’s like the clouds. An overcast sky blocks the sun, envelopes you in darkness but when is pours, life arrives, signifying that life moves on… the Sun will always shine.

An Excerpt from Akanksha’s blog:
“Once a while, the wrong turns in life; teach the right ways. The wrong decisions, give rise to space for reconsidering right decisions. The wrong situations you get stuck in, makes you realize how right those concerns were by close ones. And the wrong people, treat you the right ways. Never be dismayed in life, when you went wrong! You never know what’s lying in wait of you, which could change everything beyond imagination. And all that you are left with is some grey matter that holds beautiful memories!”

Read on: (as it were – unedited)

The day had arrived, the day many were waiting for and Rishabh was one of them. He quickly logged in, submitted his admit number and waited, …. waited for the page to appear. After a few seconds, it did, bringing with it the marks and the result. Rishabh was shocked. His hard work didn’t pay off. He had failed in Chemistry and Maths, putting an end to his dreams of becoming a cherished Computer Engineer. He never cried, and nor did he this time irrespective of the fact that the future had nothing in store for him.

From then on there was never ‘looking ahead’. Wherever he went, people ridiculed & mocked him. Parents and relatives never let their children come near him, fearing that he would influence their kids. Henceforth, he never had friends. His feelings piled. He was stranded on a deserted island with no one to help him out of this misery and grief.

His daily routine comprised of watering his favourite plant, cigarettes and that brown stuff which he took along with it. His world changed – from a sombre to a rude and undisciplined reputation. He no longer dreamt of happiness or fame. They were all washed away. Drugs were slowly eating away his life. He was frequently rushed to the ICU but he never quit smoking.

On the last occasion I paid him a visit. He responded with a smile, a smile which still haunts me. Tears rolled down his thickly bearded cheek. He had never been a failure before but now things didn’t go his way. Things went the ‘things’ way. He hugged me for the last time and patted my back. His hands slowly fell onto the bed.
Later he was pronounced dead.

crying dog

Months have passed since then and there was no one to water his favourite plant. It withered and died a few days after his death. The pot’s broken and its pieces are everywhere. I, no longer am the jolly old dog or the faithful dog. I just waddle my time lazing around and waiting for my next meal. The nights are quiet. Only the creaking noise of the huge iron gate can be heard. My bark is a cry from deep inside my heart. I run up the stairs and onto the terrace wall. I look towards the sky searching for the moon, then glance over to the ground beneath. I jump wanting to reach the moon for I believe that’s where he is. The moon’s so bright, I see that smile .. that pleasant smile of his. I give my last bark, a hollow cry, a cry which is only pain and longing for my master.

The moon slowly disappears, its getting dark. I look down and fall … fall to my death.

Being First is all that counts. After all, who remembers the second person to climb Mount Everest?