Today, my blog officially turned 3. Much grown up by this time. Although, i started posting on it almost regularly by the end of December 3 years back. I still remember the time and the circumstances that lead to its birth – ‘Just to scribble’ and cool down the aching heart full of void and unsaid words. This has been quite an interesting journey since then. Writing, sharing, reading new people over here, learning new things and just babbling even for no reason. WordPress is the best platform for those who like to scribble all alone like me, sometimes for a reason else just the random thoughts to quiten the voices inside the head. I hope this relationship of mine with Infinite Being will continue till infinity or uptil am capable of handling it as a mortal being and may it grows bigger and better every way.
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He was all there alone, sitting under that peepal tree and counting something day and night. He loves to watch kids playing out there – different sorts of games, sometimes – football, cricket and at times just running to catch each other’s arms. He always smile to the lovely beauty around him and his favorite sport is to park his wheelchair under that same peepal tree and count and count and watch.
I felt confused observing this behavior of his, so one day i approached him to ask – ‘Hey, what do you count all day long ?’ with a smile he returned the reply,’ The blessings i have that all these kids lack and you know that am winning already in this game’.
That was amazing, an awakened child – lots of physical obstructions, still happy and content maybe that’s what i need to count everyday to win this game of mine 🙂
‘When people do sit on you ? How do you feel Mr. chair’, asked the human.
‘Well, i’m glad am of some use to the humankind whose so mean to throw me, kick me and hurt me thinking am inanimate object’, sobbed Mr. Chair and almost broke down when he spoke those 2 heart breaking words – inanimate objects. Handing him the handkerchief, the human heart cracked inside just to see the state he made of creatures both animate and mute around.
An ambulance was called carrying a carpenter to fix Mr. Chair’s grief – a heartbreak, clearly he showed the signs of depression, tired of serving, haunted with human presence for years.
And every news channel flooded with the reports and questions never to be answered, what kind of development is this ? Where are the rights of a chair ? Who permitted trees to be chopped off to be converted into furniture ? Who will take care of plastic ones when broken ?
Mr. Chair went through various treatments finally, unable to survive the heartbreak had to left this world with last words on his lips,’ If ever i was reborn, i’ll never be a human’.
On 15 Dec. My blog turned 1, cute baby of 1 with all its ups and downs, expressions, ideas, opinions and love I tried to shower on it and will always. The next best mode of expression for me without wasting papers which I used to do and sometimes, even now. May this blog grow more and more, no matter if I handle it or someone else, so keep supporting and not to miss my buddies I made here who are reservoir of new horizon and ideas. We don’t know each other yet share a bond with ideas.
Plus, I got married this month of the year which has increased my responsibilities and reduced my time but today, I resolved to write and be present as Infinite Being to let others know – am coming back soon and with greater zeal 🙂
How pure we were, when born and how the spoiled adults made of us in a course of time, it’s remarkable to see how generations are spoiling generations with limited knowledge and perspective to glue newbies to so called ‘LIFE’, projecting their insecurities and never accepting them.
Here’s 3 rightfully wrongs to be beware of :
God is up : No, god is not up. It’s right inside you and you need not to search him anywhere then within and within every other being. God must be laughing on us stating,’Morons, will search everywhere except within, for me’. 😁
Control : Day before yesterday i saw ‘Love you zindagi’ trailer and i was mesmerized with the idea that how since childhood we are taught to supress than express and later on which create various psychological and communication issues that may lead to suicidal instincts or purgation of emotions in a wrong way.😶
Competition : We are not born for it, to compete or so called theory of survival. Our essence knows what we are and how much and for how long we can go with our natural, in built self. In way of fixing, spoiled Adults actually break up, letting the natural light to burn in hell 😢
So, it’s important for us to make our next GEN smarter and capable but not with old values and rigid ideas, if this was the case we won’t have creativity and abundant opportunities around instead 9 to 5 work.
Think about it and pls counter attack, if you disagree in any way. Stay Amazing😊