"Conversation With God"

I just heard a voice my behind,
I turned my head...
but there was no one that side.....

I was scared, I was shocked
because I was all alone.....
the only question running through my mind..
where did this voice come from???

Lying on my bed, I closed my eyes
and here it was
the same beautiful voice.....

calling my name and talking to me....
trying hard to make me sit and listen to what all it was talking

For once I decided to stay calm and listen
there was no point in running
from something that had no existence

I asked who are you and why are you following me???
it replied, you called me, I am God
whom you are hearing.....

This time I was stunned,
then I asked are you joking???
God does not do this kind of talking.

I always try my best, but you don't listen,
were his words...
you are always very busy in listening to others...

I feel bad because I too
take a lot of pains....
but all I get in return
is a hell lot of blames....

I asked why you talk like this
that we don't understand....
Why don't you just come in real and shake hands.....

He replied "there are some rules, that I have to follow..
I don't have a particular body
or shape to show....

...I talk through your heart
but you doesn't seem to be interested..
Still I stay there and try giving solution
to all wrong you did...

But now I am just tired
of seeing you doing all that people tell you...
try to listen once to your heart
and me too....

After all its your heart
who knows you best...
trust me the secret of winning every battle
lies on the left side of your chest...

Decide yourself what is right and what is wrong
leave what others say
they always think of just their own..."

Suddenly I heard a sharp sound of ringing,
I got up from my bed,
realizing that it was all I was dreaming...

Sitting on my bed...
I am still lost....
was that just a dream???
or a medium of talking by God???

Now I am confused,
whom to ask this question
for the first time I wanna trust someone...
whom I never listen..

So today I listen to what, my heart is trying to say...
forget it that was just dream,
but now you just follow your heart more than your brains....

"Yes...i know...i know..."

“Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own”.
A quote from Alchemist. This is one of my favorite quotes. If you don’t agree with it just try to notice once. Just try noticing how many advices/suggestions you are offered in a single day from different people. You won’t believe how many counselors exist around you. But take a note of yourself as well, because even we don’t let anyone pass without providing an advice, its human nature. We all believe that we all possess the solution to other’s problems, even when we all are so messed up with our own lives. As it is rightly said, “India main muft ki advice bahut milti hai.” People give solutions without realizing what can be the repercussions of their precious advices. So many people, so many advices, resuts in so much confusion.
I have a neighbor. He himself lost his job a few months back, has been looking for a job since then but no results, but he possess all knowledge of what I should be doing. Every now and then he asks me, “What’s going on?” and then provides me a new suggestion, clearly emphasizing that all I am doing is absolutely wrong and he provides me with what are the best alternatives for me.
It is so frustrating at times. I mean can you believe how every new friend of my dad, provides me with a new career option, telling that I am choosing a wrong way. Without having any interaction, I have been told that I should go for law or teaching or take HR or Finance as specialization and bla…bla…bla…
I request all the readers; please realize that we are literally committing a “crime” by effecting the peace of mind of the people whom we provide new advices.
I read somewhere that if you tell someone that you are satisfied with your life, they’ll feel jealous of how can you have something that they couldn’t. Then they’ll try best to make you believe that you are wrong and you are not satisfied. And when even then you won’t be convinced, they’ll kill you and when they see you dying in peace, they will declare you a saint.
I think this must be the reason behind this habit of ours. We are so human, that we are always jealous of the achievements of people around us. And just to compel ourselves, that we know better than others, we keep on providing such solutions.
This is a request to al,l that please avoid this habit because the way it irritates you, it must be irritating others as well. I mean one shouldn’t be negligent when he/she really possesses the solution. But otherwise, “No”.Now I just laugh at people, who tells me that writing is a waste of time for me or that I made a wrong decision when I left that opportunity untouched or marketing is not good for you or bla…bla…bla….the list is long.

"Mom, you are the best"

It was a Friday morning, one more busy day to start. I got a call on my cell at 6:30 in the morning, when I was taking a walk with a friend.
“Yes mom?” I asked
“Where are you? I just got up and found out that you were not on your bed. I was worried.”
“I came for a morning walk, will be back in half an hour.” And I cut the phone.
I came back at 7:00 and started preparing for my college. Left home at 8:00, quite annoyed with mom’s frequent questioning, “You took your lunch? Don’t forget the milk and bla..bla..”
Came back at 4:00, tired with all those fun things at college, with friends. My mom is working so she wasn’t home. She came back at 6:30, when I was already out with friends. After coming back I got straight into my room, asking mom to serve me dinner over there only, me sticking to my idiot box. So one more day went with zero interaction between mom and me.
At around 11 in the night I took out this book that one of my friends gave me that day only. “For one more day” by Mitch Album. I started reading it and I couldn’t believe myself, I had tears in my eyes. Yes I was crying. You might say it’s a very normal thing, especially in girl’s case but my close friends know I am not the one who starts crying while reading or watching a movie. I usually laugh at my friends when they behave so. But yes this time I was crying. Every single incident, I could relate to myself, my mom. She has always been giving and I never gave even 1% of it back. I could remember the moments when she was there to support my every tear. And also when I told her not to crib about everything, when she tried to share her heart out. How at times I told her that I am a grown up now, when she was trying to show how worried she gets about me. She was there to hold my finger when I took my first step and she has always been there whenever I was in need, even when I didn’t even ask. How many times she listened to thousands of my demands and how I got frustrated when she said “No” for one. I could remember the day when I came home, drenched in rain and my sister asked “couldn’t you take umbrella with you?” my dad yelled at me with “you could wait for the rain to stop”. And my mom, drying my hairs said “stupid rain”.
How many times she had told me that I am the best and how many times I could tell her that “no mom you are the best.”
The book was like a turning chapter in my life. I couldn’t leave it without completing even though I had college next day. And with repeating a few chapters again and again, I completed that book at 4:00 in the morning. My eyes were kinda swollen with those continuously flowing tears.
Next day was my mom’s off. I came back at 3:30, mom was taking an afternoon nap. Though I usually wake her up and ask to make some hot chapattis for me, that day I didn’t do that. I just wanted her to take some rest and so I cooked it all myself.
We all have become so busy in our lives that we don’t have time to talk with our parents. Today friends are much more important than mom-dad. I realized that I have so many friends to share things with but my mom look upon me only when it comes sharing out her heart. I would say I have learnt that I enjoy sharing things with her equally the way she do. I guess that was one of the best days in my life. It’s just so amazing how small-small things teaches us big lessons at times.
P.S “For one more day” is worth reading…[]