The Good Old Bad Fight

The fight between good and bad comes since the first breath of first life or even beyond. One cannot tally the scores of who’s winning between them. Although yeah we all know one thing with complete surety is that the bad leads and then in the end leads the good to win. Now let’s ask a question to ourselves. Who are we with the good or the bad? Now there’s an easy answer to it you know, and that is we have both ‘The good’ and ‘The bad’ in us. So then let me stress more on a question similar to the first one which does not have an easy answer. Here we go. What leads our lives ‘The Good’ or ‘The Bad’. If now the question seems to be just an odd boring topic to think upon then. Gottcha. The bad leads your life and you need to rethink on your way of living. All right lets now have a look on the bad and good both. Yeah I’m sure I won’t count all of them and may miss sum of the most important ones. This might be a complicated exercise too cause you’d love or really hate my questions I bet on that. For a short example,

John Travolta or Nicolas Cage. “The roles which they play”.

One more thing to all of this is it’s our own perceptions but then please look down for exciting answers in the end.

Greenpeace or the harmful waste produced by you.

Dad or Daddy.

Love or Sex.

Black or White Money.

Peace or War.

Fashion or Simplicity.

Attitude or Down to Earth Behaviour.

Fame or Remembrance.

Rich Parents or Sick Parents.

Rich or the Poor.

WWE or Boxing.

The type of Internet sites you surf the most.

Interest with Money or Charity.

Prayers or the Morning Walk.

You’re Kid or the Dog.

Should whatever you do be appreciated?

Who pays you God or the Boss?

The list may go on and on but issues won’t end up. Sum people may have thousands of questions to the options provided by me but then the answer is “Which is that question which gives you such a feeling and common you are enough smart to understand what I mean”. The answers are not here but deep down under in our heart. The Paradox is we might always choose the correct options and end up doing the wrong thing. Humans as we are.

See, Gottcha! You agree with the above line “Humans as we are”. Please go through the whole of the exercise again and stress your minds on it.

HeY DaD

He always advises me, you really require improving on your language son. With this crap do you think you can be a successful copywriter? Do something before it is too late. I understand his worrying for me but then somewhere without being over confident I knew coming unto his level of knowledge is not possible but truly impossible. C’mon if I finish a book in two weeks or so he is also doing the same but actually since many many years before me. Im not defending myself but it is for feeble him. And can you explain it to him? The answer is a straight no.

I very vividly remember how time and again some friend come to you in the group telling you about all the difference and traverse situations between him and his dad cribbing about it. I always had a solution for them, which was, “ask your dad to give you your share of money and free you”. We all used to end up bursting into a rhythm of laughter which never ended actually ending the sad topic for that point of time. This saying was my punch line and beware it would really hurt, “never try it”. It was just a saying for the sake of saying.

Globalization in hands with the Media has really changed things a lot. The cultural belief in India and elsewhere is changing. The word Father is not just a word or a term or a common noun but a combination of values, strength, an achievement and ones existence. You’d be hearing a lot of people around us and the spirit dwelling in us fancying to greet our fathers as ‘DAD’. But this transformation is not only about a different salutation to him but a foremost negative transformation in respect and adore for him. Maybe it is not but also then this is what globalization and broadcast media have generally highlighted. Where is a short form used, ask yourself? If im not wrong it is commonly used to remember difficult terms, top of the mind recall, for smoothness or better pronounciation, or as a pet. Does the term Father, Daddy, Pitaji, Abbaji, need a short form to them? I don’t think so.

Once again pointing to the sources outside is just a cheap way one defends himself. Respect lies within us. What he all wishes is to see us happy not the extra excitement or love from us. Give him that one gleam of love today and make your life worthwhile.

Is Loosing Realizing

Someone correctly said respect and the real price of what you possess misapprehending its true value is realized “when you loose it”. This is when you realize the real value to what you once possessed. It happens with everyone and many times with me. It is and always late then. People might relate this to every possible things they’ve lost. I vividly relate it to some set of respected people and yeah respected only when you loose them.

For God’s sake take this Moral Science class as very important. You’ve always been fooling around yelled my class teacher. Why is she so sad I asked myself and my classmates finding a common answer to it that she is mad. The next time I was out of the class with my partner enjoying a gala time kneeling outside the class. Worrying them was a hobby and breaking rules a passion and challenge both. Then too I always could see a shine in their eyes when it came to forgiving. Sorry was a word I remember the most misused by me. I remember she once said, “Its difficult son to understand its meaning because even when you understand it you may find it difficult to practice it. It went bouncers at that point of time. What she used to say and what all of them wanted to cultivate in us was all just a waste. The punitive remarks list always won with the positive remarks list. Results always carried a remark, Can do much better which sounded like a joke to me. They speak so much cant they write anything else I used to ask myself. Today after understanding what they meant by it I know what a fool we make of ourselves. Add another quality to them and you’d really make more fun of yourself and nothing else.

Today I think over it but then haven’t I lost all of them to now realize that they really were my prized possession. Thank you O TEACHERS we love you.

To give you a bit more to think over everything I must tell you there’s a lot of difference between a Professor and a Teacher where, I was talking about Teachers.

Only Me

Long ago there was this kid sugary and introverted more precisely can be described as DUMB…

Where every kid desires to be akin to a teenager and the teenager wishes the freedom what a man has this kid did not knew the meaning of desire or what wishes are. His home was his school, his school his home and tuitions were a mishmash of both. He had all what was not needed….. Bet he would go onstage you assure yourself a win. But bet sure for his disappearance from school till the show is over. Sissy was once what I remember another new superfluous quality found by his teacher handing his seventh standard’s final result to his dad. That night the whole family was into a burst of laughter correctly though to remove this unwanted quality from him. Brown unkempt hair, chocolate shy eyes, fair skin colour, athletic body would sketch his perfect picture for you. Not even a handful of friends he had nor did someone wished to be one. The story about the only frog in a well erroneously assuming himself as the king of the entire world goes perfect for him. Same as the story graduates where the flood sends this frog to the river breaking incredulous dreams reality strikes him happened with him. From here is not what destiny decides for him but what he opts for himself. Evil and good both in the form of friendship smile at him. Now what you choose is what you really are. Just like some many around him he was on the negative track. A group of friends who knew nothing but play, crushing all the respect and values taught to them was his cohort. Their errors, blunders and all the wrong doings were proved rite by them let them be committed unconsciously or even deliberately. Failure reached him in many faces. But what really bothered him the most was the disturbance of the blissful experience at his ranch. His ranch was his fruit farm his paradise home. Lying along its best pal sorrow visited him at large since then. Before I’d forget he was very much lucky with what all teenagers expect,” Girls”. And mind you it was girls’ not sincere love what he got. A moment of failure and then the sweet taste of hard work to success in his studied henceforth extraordinarily changed him.

Oh Gosh! You would never get a chance to taste it but only if you evolve purity at heart and firm belief with it and in yourself would only move you towards it. Once strive for it and really it is worth everything. This is the only how I know he touched to the core of his being in an acceptable manner. Life changed after this. His study became his hobby, friends his correct guidance and his family his actual strength. This time girls weren’t a matter of discussion the worry of planning for future raced extreme ahead of it. Clash for a better presentation overtook their minds instead of play and nonsense. Respect and Honour was now their chant. Slogging to make his parents happy was his motto now.

Suddenly but there is another new side discovered which makes him fearful. His life at the river ending into the sea. What next? Is what he wants an answer for which makes him feel old now after an extensive search. The answer to it is still missing when I asked him. But when it comes to praise the almighty for showering his blessings on me I am very selfish and then it’s only me not I and myself. SOS