The silence automatically hits me
It makes me write .
“The fact that people overvalue themselves, really pisses me off ! “
This little shitty habbit , drags you miles away from being self satisfied and in a state of contentment . I mean just look at it ,overvalueing ourselves makes us sad and melancholic, everyone is busy cursing themselves for not having/being things, we act as if we’re hungry for sympathy . You need to be real to yourself . You gotta stand up in front of the mirror and ask 100 times a day –“who the hell you are”, “what do you want to do?” ,” are your actions assisting you in achieving what you want to do ?” .
When you evaluate yourself and be honest to yourself ,simultaneously.
Nothing would ever stop you .
Like my favorite rapper Tupac Amaru Shakur said — ” you gotta hustle, give it everything you ever had “.
DEATH is always a matter of seriousness .
When i was young , i didn’t get the concept of death . I was always a type of kid who didn’t do what he was told to. And like every other kid i loved my grandma .I sometimes asked her , ” ma! Where do people go after dying ? ” and she’d always reply with a brief pause , as if she recalled something, then with a smile she’d point towards the sky and say ,” god promotes good people to be stars .” . I questioned her that if she were promoted ,would she be able to see me from there, she’d laugh on this and question , ” will you come and wave to me , every night ? ” . I always answered YES !
A few years later , I was 10 years old maybe , my grandma passed away , I didn’t cry , it wasn’t like I didn’t try but I couldn’t cry . I was just sitting there numb . Watching her getting promoted .
For about 6 months,after her funeral I regularly went to my terrrace, waved my hands like my life was depended on it , hoping that she’d see me . I was getting desperate. Unaware of the fact that all this effort was fading in nowhereness . I used to think ,” did she see me ,yesterday ?” ; “when will I see her again?” ; ” is she taking her pills?” .
Couple of more months passed but my routine was to point . I went to my terrace every day and waved . It was a Tuesday night , I had my dinner, and went to my terrace,there was something gloomy about that night, it was my birthday . As soon as I reached my terrace and started waving , I started weeping , tears fell down my eyes all by themselves, no efforts needed . It was the day when I had to realise . My weeping became crying , my caring mom immediately galloped upstairs to the terrace . she ran towards me assuming that I was bit or injured . She asked ,” What happened , Umang ?”. My answer was ,”why didn’t grandma wave back.”
That incident made a dent on my conscience . it made me realise that once you’re gone you ain’t coming back for no one , death knows no ties ,no bonds . on a serious note it made me more quite and forgiving , nothing is permanent .
It is sad that for a long time child-labor has been in vogue in India. They are seen working at hotels and restaurants, factories and houses. Children are the automatic choice of the employers. For, they work more but are underpaid.
.Child labor presents a grim picture of the socio-economic condition of a large section of our population. In a large overgrowing family, where there is hardly a square meal a day, the young child is compelled to go to work to earn bread.
I hope my article affects your brain in an exponentially positive way.
The basic idea of being successful is being happy for what you are today and constantly working to get better. But living in a society whose moral codes are so deeply shallow, makes me sense that we people, forgot. We forgot being satisfied and happy with what we have, We were so busy applying for car loans in rich banks just because your colleague has bought a brand new Porsche. We try to convince the world that we’re happy and in the end we find ourselves broken .
I am no one to blame others , but I do realise that we wouldn’t have been like this if we were raised a bit more cautiously . I see the near youth completely misguided and unaware of the real meaning of success ,no one talks about the real happiness , self believe and inner satisfaction to the youth , everyone is pointing out the pornography , teenage pregnancy and drug abuse . Our Guardians don’t have a bad intention . I mean, All they know is they’re innocent . they’ll cause damage .
So let’s promise that we would be better parents so that this materialistic marathon ends soon.