YET ANOTHER DAY.

here i am . this is me. there is nowhere else on earth i would rather be. I was thinking that how we wake up in the morning everyday and the first thought that comes in the mind differs from person to person. for example... a old person will think, one more day to live. A kid's thought differs according to days like in holiday .. Yahoo day to play else Shit its morning again. A lover boy would think ,wow a new day to meet my fav person on earth. BUT WORKING CLASS LIKE ME and like ME'S, thinks here comes sun mocking over us again, another day to struggle . here comes YET ANOTHER DAY.
i never knew that i will ever love morning,,,,, infact i till now don't know if i love morning or not. generally as soon as i wake up , some stupid friends would send some jolly filled morning message with some spice of inspiration in them . these type of messages are generally deleted before even read. then comes war to conquer the bathroom . then a race to catch the bus. then a war to save yourself from the boss' rage. then war within yourself to focus on your work rather than counting the ticking of clock. after leaving the office war with your opponents who want to capture the seats in the bus. then back to home. wow such a battlefield type of life, we working class youths have. A time before,someone told me about the troubles of working class . now i have registered my name in the " TROUBLES IN WORKING CLASS LIFE COMMUNITY".
well now i know heaven lies in my bed and everything else in the world is hell. I LOVE MY BED . but on other side of night lies a new morning with new hopes and even newer disappointments .this is not the negativity but a practical thing which we all feel. everyone know on the horizon of this night's sky lies YET ANOTHER MORNING.

Changing Words

"Changing words ", well what does that means.  this means the change in our talks with our friend with different stages of our life.

two days before , i was talking to my best friend on phone. we talked almost for an hour and all we talked was about our career , companies , their profit , their repo and all such stinking stuff. and the worst part is , we laughed on the topics like a company gained less than the other. wow! and suddenly a thought came in my mind that what are we talking. going back just 8 months , are these the same topic we talked on, back then. where are all those talks of tafribaaji , friends , girls and flirting. Asking my friends about their latest crush and last break up.
Asking them to give us tips to impress girls and so on and so on and so on ..

thinking all these all i could say is .... " Abey yaar lagta hai ki hum bade ho gaye hai" . we are talking like just all those other grown ups". going back in the time . Time from which i could remember my talks with friend , is my first class. getting time with my friends ,we used to discuss how scary a movie is . trying to show yourself the closest friend of someone. and boasting about yourself and your father . ha ha ha .. those innocent talks ..

then we grew up a little more and started watching action movies , mostly of those Chinese stuff of punching and kicking bags. and discussing with friends . trying to copy them in front of friends to gain appreciation . talking about superheroes and other action cartoon series. and copying their voices. talking about cricket and saying see my bowling action matches with some specific player .

then again we grew up a little more . and then sticking to the action movies only but now with some serious gun and blood stuff . our talks diverged from those flexible bodies of Chinese actors to those stiff muscular bodies of hollywood actors. talking about being captain of our cricket team and arguing on who plays better and forcing all the friends to indulge themselves into the argument by asking them to decide. then criticizing all those strict teacher who punished us in the class and to be clearer , abusing them and then abusing friend for laughing . talking about the video game cassettes and CDs. and discussing how to clear those difficult stage which could not be easily cleared.

then we grew up again ... and little young too... with all the previous talks , a new topic added to our talks ." GALS". we talked about how that girl is , and how some guys are trying to tame her and laughing at how they are so unsuccessful in that . keeping an eye on our looks and then asking friends " yaar chal market chalte hai . festive season hai . Samjha kar". ha ha .

then we grew up a little more. and hard time of studies came in the way .. i still remember the few line of my dad ;;" beta abhi mehnat kar lo fir to life me mauj hi mauj hai"(Son, work hard now then rest of the life would be fun and play). and these lines are persistent from that time till today and i still am confused ki "life me mauj hi mauj" era kab aayega(When that all fun time will come). well whatsoever . main thing was with all the other lovely talks one new topic was added ," yaar how much syllabus have you completed". " yaar i have completed only two units" and so on .  and ya one more thing was added ... planning how to tease a teacher , of course in a legal way. well i remember i and my friend used to frame most irritating syllabus based question to irritate the teacher to such a level that they started ignoring our queries. wow ,,.. so all the luciferian talks and deeds were there in the mind but nothing such as tension.

then we again grew up a little and now we were young. and we all know how we "the youths" are. all the enjoyment of life . each and every single words were intended to extract fun. to pull legs of mates became the main motto of all the talks. and trying to find all the jokes of world is main talks of this age. ( o that lovely college life). some of those super flirt boys were always the apple of eyes of most of the guys. their talks about how they talked to that girl and how they tamed the another one . some other guy who were bitten by love bug had only two talks, how lovely their love is and how a bad time their relation is going from. some other guys are macho type. their talks is centered to all fighting stuff and all the boiling blood talks. some of the other are geek who will tense you by explaining how large the course is and how less time is remaining and then making you realize by their talks that how bad your preparation is. damn on these type of guys .and some are the part of all such talks but atleast all were interesting.

then we grew up to the age where we are just discussing the jobs . our boss. and our profile. our salary and the plans for the increasing it.
looking it how our words change from time to time , it is such a irony that we call this life " one life" when it is divided in so many sub lives.

Death of rising Sun

Nothing is permanent in this world. Everything which is here, might not be here tomorrow. everything will last someday or other. Which you have today might not be with you tomorrow.
i was thinking all these while sitting idly and watching the sun set. it was going . we all know that the sun will rise again on next morning but thinking, on the different side the risen sun of next morning will again set on next evening. and this chain of rising and setting will continue for years and years. While admiring the beauty of the evening and coloring my thoughts with the redness of the evening sky , a thought came to my mind, WOW the life of sun is just one day. thinking in this way, the sun born in the morning , get optimum at noon and dies in the evening.
loved , hated or whatever  but the sun will continue is " a day life cycle " everyday of every week for every months of every year.  Human life is also same as the sun. Born one day remain at optimum for some period and then start decaying and then ends on day without any regret and leaving the near one in the night darkness of sorrow.
in the morning life starts with a jump. every bit of the nature is active and ready to run type. as the day passes and as our loving rising sun sets its path to its sunset , the life on the earth also take a nap in the lap of tiredness . with the death of rising sun every bit of life get tired and wait for the rebirth of this death sun in the next morning.

How lovely is this life.

a walk on a road ,
a day of a fight ,
that rain drop on my cheeks,
and a morning warm and bright,
that made me realise,
how good this world is,
how lovely is this life.

struggle of those dogs,
and those birds on their flight,
old man in the garden ,
and disolving horizon in the night,
all made me realise,
how good this world is,
how lovely is this life.

my mother working in the kitchen,
my father hurrying for office,
no time for themselves,
still they live king size,
made me realize,
how good this world is,
how lovely is this life.

that flying kite,
and my favorite cokkie's bite,
that man falling on the road,
and that baby with a smile,
made me realize,
how good this world is,
how lovely is this life.

the clouds in the sky,
and blink of the eye,
that smile on some faces,
and winking to the shy,
made me realize,
how good this world is,
how lovely is this life.

that wind shouting in my ears,
that happiness calling in for tears,
that moment which took me to highs,
and every morning which inspire me to rise,
made me realize,
how good this world is,
how lovely is this life.