Adapt to adaptation!!

Adapt to adaptation!!

Nothing is more sacred than mother’s love and nothing is more pure than a child’s smile, the love of a mother, feelings for her child is divine, and when a little baby smiles the whole world seems so wonderful. A home is never complete without a baby. But there are so many houses, which never get any chance to be home for a family, may be a complete family, many couple wishes for a child but cannot get one of their own, they pray to the almighty, explores many medical options, throws away hundreds of thousands of bucks for a child of their own, own means their flesh and blood, the heir of their own genes and heritage, culture, expectation like that,  some of them may succeed in their dreams, and have a child, but so many of them not that lucky.

Now about the word luck, how about that? I witnessed many sad couples who were living their whole life complaining about the unfair nature of fate or destiny or the cold heart of god toward them for not blessing them with a child. But I don’t feel sad for them, yes sure I pitted them but not sad for them. Yes fate or destiny plays hard game, but still works in a mysterious way too, there are so many family want to be full, but there are also so many child looking for the love of a family every day, the days goes by the pieces of the puzzle never found each other. A mother never looks for her child outside her small mind into the world, and a child cries inside an orphanage for love that may he or she never going to get.

Own flesh and blood, why that is more important than love and happiness, not all of us are a supreme specimen of perfect gene pool that need preservation, or genetic engineers that needs a perfect subject, most of us just need a family, someone to look for, someone to take care of, or to love or be loved. There are parents and there are children but why the hesitation to be happy? Love and nourishment is enough for making of a good human being, isn’t that is enough for a mother or father to know that they brought up good person? Or gave a child to live a life that all of them deserves? Empty houses, sad life, pathetic outlook all of this just because of a close mind set. It is sad.

I saw one or two family to adopt a kid, and living happily, and as a family getting by a day at a time, same life, same love, same teenage drama, same feelings, nothing weird. So why do we hesitate? The rate of adoption in India is not that impressive, but every day in newspapers we can read about a new born baby to be found beside a dumpster or side of a road. The ratio of unhappy families and orphan children alarming, is it the way to treat our countries’ future generation like that? The year is changing in every 365 days the day is changing into night and then to a new day, but why we are on a same level of thinking?

The mother’s love the most sacred thing in the world, is it really that sacred if it chooses between own and throw away another’s child? Is it that pure if a mother cannot love a child just to give love and nourishment, then where is the appropriate position for the word sacred? The tears in the eyes of many child drying up the love of many mother’s heart id fading away why not give them a chance to fulfill each other or why not take a chance to make a family with love and joy not only based on flesh and blood. The son own flesh and blooding throwing out their parents of their own houses, blackmailing them for money, so is it for safety, to rely on own flesh and blood if it is, that is just cruel irony of nature showing us nothing safe about giving love, some time we cannot choose the loved ones but sometime we can choose and make a change in someone life. We all have to grow up now it is time for a long time it’s been that time, that we finally openly adapt to adaptation and make a loving home.

Thinking like Crazy

Thinking like crazy

Thinking is the only thing that I can do however I want, whatever I want to think I can in my head without any one disturbing me, no intruder in my head, no rules no boundaries only my mind and my thoughts. Thinking is very important part of me, every time I am not doing any work I start to think, crazy thoughts, deep thoughts, silly little thoughts anything, my mind never rests that way, like I will stop thinking when I am dead, before that no stopping there. Why what when how all these questions circling in my head night & day, new things, old knowledge, understanding of this nature, human behavior, life, reasons all kind of questions are there, looking for answers and screaming to me to find them soon. That is thinking right? The thrust of knowledge, wanting to know the universe once & for all, thinking never stops.

What is important in life? It is a crazy question, we all know living, getting a job a family, be successful and rich, be happy is important, right? Why the questions exist universally in the minds of millions of people? We made a list of things that we need to be important in life to look forward, to make life easy and worthwhile, but we made all the rules, is that make all the so called important things worthless? What is the reason of our existence? Why we are here? This kind of silly questions come to my mind in the dreams, in the night, even when I am listening my favorite music, and I don’t know the answers, I don’t know anybody who knows the answer, I don’t believe in miracles and magic all I have scientific mind, no stories is good enough for me, I need proof and imagination at the same time.

So the thinking goes on & on, like a crazy person, but sometime admitting to these crazy thoughts helps a lot, it keeps my mind still, information’s intact and helps to process my mind more clearly.

Something is looking!!

Something is looking!!

Every time I look for words I get silence in every corner,

Every time I look for fire I find icy cold winter,

Every time I look for peace I stumble upon dead bodies,

After all this I close my eyes, look for nothing

Becoming a silent corps in an icy winter,

The scare becomes me.

Every day walking like a snail,

All slimy and sickening inside,

Looking to a dull scene hoping for a new ending,

but doing the same old crawling, 

how dare a creature like that can dream????

All in all the plague remains,

All the dream crushers and hope killing things,

Always lurking behind the back of our heads,

Come looking for us, crawling never beat them,

The momentum is not here, nor the fire, not the words.

Silence, cold and dead bodies are only the symptoms,

We are closing our eyes for a much bigger finale,

A much bigger demise, I am not looking for anything,

Something dark is looking upon us.

That little girl

That little girl

Supernatural, out of this world, something lurking in the dark, hidden in the shadows, the creepy home at the end of the road all of this is pretty much very interesting to us, people, human beings, always looking for a good scare here & there. Doing Ouija board stuff or staying a whole night in a popular haunted house or a famous hotel known for a good well known ghost, knowing the unknown and afraid in the journey is a common hobby of a normal people of this mortal realm! Facts day to day normal life, logic and answers are not enough for keeping the mind entertaining. A good imaginative mind needs monsters, the creepy darkness and a haunted house without that where is the fun?

Life is boring normally same work, things doing over and over again, living and surviving, trying to get rich or stay rich all needs constant work no imagination no fun, just struggle, so in-between some good old monsters and true scary stories of a colleague who heard it from a trustworthy person sounds much more tempting than anything. I remember my schooldays, me and my notorious friends were obsessed with supernatural for a little period, it was a phase like many others, we used to do or better to say tried to contact with spirits from spirit realms, looked for a good haunted house, listened all the scary stories we can hear from others, we had fun, we did something out of the ordinary stuff. Though all that never worked really, still the thrill of looking for supernatural was exciting.

I met many people who swore to me about real life supernatural events, real ghosts and other stuffs, but many of them were talking about the stories that the heard from another person, and their face pretty much explained to me that they believed, they were scared, they believed there something lurking in the darkness for real, but I am always a skeptic, more like looking always looking for answers, hearing something is not enough for me to believe, in the same way I don’t ignore anything to, ignorance just not exciting, the adventure lies behind curiosity, I know curiosity killed the cat, but still it’s fun right?

I am not a child anymore, grown up, still miss the childhood the mind that I had full of fairy tales and stories of my grandma, the world seemed so magical, fairies and angels and pixies the prince and princess all was real, dreams were just huge like no ending, darkness was scary, moonlight was dreamy, water was a mystery, the mind of a child is everything that the word supernatural stands for, it can take anything in it’s like an ocean. Every day was an adventure, every new thing was phenomenal, every flower was hundred and thousands more beautiful than today. The scare I got from the stories my little friends were real, the hopes from my grandma’s stories were real, the fun was real, sometime I wish for a single unnatural thing a single supernatural even that if I can visit my childhood one more time only for one day I would learn many things from the little girl that I left behind.

Shhhh Democracy is sleeping!!!!

Shhhh Democracy is sleeping!!!!

It’s like an eternal night, everything is asleep, every eye is close, every mind is shut, everything in complete darkness, standing still in everlasting aloof condition. It is like a curse of fairy tale land, the sleeping curse; the whole society is in a deep trance. No sign of waking up, no sign of light, but the  most troubling matter is that the sense of justice, the meaning of freedom, the democracy is sleeping too, and the constant blood shed of youth and innocent people in the name of politics, rivalry is just growing like a plague, and we all witnessing this like a nightmare. The tears are getting cold, the hearts are frozen, the words lost their meanings, we are just breathing this does not stand for life, does it?

The ignorance, the arrogance the neglect the pride of people in power is poisonous for whole society and for themselves too. Everyone can understand the words the emptiness in those hollow words, just talks, but the losses can never be replaced, the murder of every innocent life is a murder of democracy itself, every meaning of society, freedom, democracy is getting blurry and the standing elements are violence, brutality, shame, rage and dirty politics.

Lives are in danger, belief and dreams are in danger, every drop of humanity left in this society is in danger, but words just words nothing more, every brutal incident becoming news then an event to an issue then a story, the solution is far far away. Every day the news channels the newspapers making us nauseous, ashamed, even angry but we look away, not because we don’t feel the pain, because we are scared of being the next news next face of the headlines or breaking news’s, we are scared of end up like them the lost lives, so we close our eyes, sleep and sleep as long as we don’t see them as nightmare and nothing more than that.