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| The Uplifters
They pull a string, she jerks her head,
They say ‘do this’, ‘ok’ she says.
Bound by the strings that’s where she’ll go,
Never feeling more alone.
But her head is wooden, it cannot feel.
They choose her story, that’s the deal.
So her smile it glistens, her heart is sings,
Whilst bound to eternity by the strings.
They burn and mark her skin so fair,
She curls up tight and says a prayer.
But the time has come to take a stand,
To rise to the challenge, no helping hand.
As the sun falls and the night creeps in,
She prepares to commit the most wickedly sin.
Whilst they cast her away and let arrogance fly,
She had been keeping a watchful eye.
The almighty blades, they shone in the light
She hurled herself forward, they were in plain sight.
The sting of cold metal, it gave her a rush,
As she cut the strings, with a final push.
They pull a string and I’m not there,
They say ‘do this’ and I don’t care.
I see their game, but they can’t see me,
As I watch from behind the curtain with glee.
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Indian youth simply hate politics. In fact, in my opinion, the easiest way to cut short your Facebook friend list is to start posting in favor or in against a certain political party. Probably this is the reason that we could see such a huge disparity in the average age of Indian citizen and the average age of Indian politician. As per the 2011 Indian Census, the average Indian is 25 years old whereas his average legislative representative is a good 40 years older, at 65.
India needs so-called 'YUVA' as politician. Since youths form a major segment of Indian population they are the one which could better understand the problems of their countrymen and this would help to eradicate one of the most common problem underlying unopposed i.e. Dynasty or familyism. Which would eventually also eradicate other root problems such as corruption.
Thus we need younger politicians more than ever and so we the countrymen would have to figure out some ways to attract more young people in politics. Politics has never been seen as employment opportunity by youth. If somehow we are able to mould there mindset and they are able to visualise politics as dream instead of a nightmare it would be WIN-WIN situation for both youth and countries politics.
This is the one thing which almost every person in current politics would try to sabotage so as to sustain their hegemony. And so until countrymen don't realise this problem and stand united it is going to be impossible to abolish this nightmare of youth.
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| The Uplifters If I could give you diamonds,for each tears you cried for me. If I could five your sapphires, for each truth you've helped me see. If I could give you rubies, for the heartache you've known. If I could give you pearls, for that wisdom you've shown. Then you'll have a treasure mother, that would mount up to skies, that would almost match, the sparkle in your kind & loving eyes. But I have no pearls, no diamonds, As I'm sure you're aware. So I'll give you gifts more precious, My devotion & care.... |
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| Medical News Today |
In this world of lies, every person is born with a mask that is often regarded as their Persona.
The fluctuation in one's personality is what it is characterized by and every person is expected to behave in certain ways and is given a set of rules right from the second they are born.
One thing that goes unnoticed is the actual IMAGE of an individual that makes the "Me" of the person.
The only thing that evokes my being is the fact that the lifestyle of people nowadays seems to bend down the standards of living for their personal motives are being fulfilled.
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| Real Identity |
The hustle and bustle of the busy-days consume a whole lot of mental mind and also seems to affect the person by deteriorating their cognitive processes.
The essence of orignality has somewhere lost in the busy days of our lives regardless of any stage a person stands to.
From running after marks in our childhood to bumping into well developed companies for a secure livelihood, unknowing of the fact that we are gradually transforming into slaves, we stand still and are stranded on the path of superficiality.
Have we set abode to a place that just belongs to us? One of the most important aspects of life is about who we actually are rather than the identities that we are slaves of.
There are many few out of the uncountables who justify their names in all true senses and have formed their identity through their name.
The everyday chores of life have structured our lives to a confined boundary guided by the societal norms.
The normative approach that is mostly used by everyone tends to be disfunctional in the arena where the real self needs to be dug out.
All of us are in the race of working for ourselves but not on working on ourselves and that in turn has led to a life where one's mind is occupied by all the possible stressors and in turn led to suppression of who we actually are.
Are we actually living the lives that is governed by all the luxuries instead of living a life where we reach to a stage of self fulfilment?
Are we in a state to describe ourselves as peaceful?
Are we really satisfied with ourselves?
To all the questions up above, there is only one answer to them, NO!
All our sufferings arise because of the short term pleasures that we seek to achieve instead of living for ourselves, we live so that we can have all the materialistic things that we call as luxury.
Have we really explored ourselves and walked beyond the boundaries that we have set for ourselves?
The only thing that we must do at the moment is to live to the fullest and understand who we really are coz we belong to ourselves and no one can own us or run their authority onto us for we breath for ourselves.
Search for the real YOU for we have got one life to live!
Always be the real you!
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| The Uplifters |
Count your blessings instead of your crosses;
Count your gains instead of your losses.
Count your joys instead of your woes;
Count your friends instead of your foes.
Count your courage instead of your fears.
Count your full years instead of your lean;
Count your kind deeds instead of your mean.
Love your neighbor as much as yourself.
Unselfishly, you left your fathers and your mothers,
Leaving your beloved children and wives,
On foreign soil, you found yourself planted
Without your sacrifice, their cause would be lost
Many horrors you had endured and seen.
You cheered as your enemies littered the ground;
When it was over, you all came back home,
Some found themselves in the company of friends
Those who survived were forever scarred
Those who did not now sleep eternally
With a hand upon my heart, I feel The pride and respect; my reverence is revealed
In the tears that now stream down my upturned face
Freedom was the gift that you unselfishly gave
Every day, I give my utmost admiration
Leaving your beloved children and wives,
On foreign soil, you found yourself planted
Without your sacrifice, their cause would be lost
Many horrors you had endured and seen.
You cheered as your enemies littered the ground;
When it was over, you all came back home,
Some found themselves in the company of friends
Those who survived were forever scarred
Those who did not now sleep eternally
With a hand upon my heart, I feel The pride and respect; my reverence is revealed
In the tears that now stream down my upturned face
Freedom was the gift that you unselfishly gave
Every day, I give my utmost admiration
You left behind your sisters and your brothers.
You put on hold, your dreams-your lives.
To fight for those whose freedom you granted.
But you carried onward, no matter the cost.
Many faces had haunted your dreams.
You cried as your brothers fell all around.
Some were left with memories to face all alone;
As their crosses cast shadows across the land.
Emotionally, physically, permanently marred.
'Neath the ground they had given their lives to keep free.
As our flag waves above you, in her glory and grace.
Pain and death was the price that you ultimately paid.
To those who had fought to defend our nation.
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behind every move you made
behind the move you will make
behind the turns and twist you faced
behind the decisions you made.
There is a reason why
you live there, right there
you can eat, you can listen
you can run,fall and get up
you can read, understand this
There is a reason why
You have those assets
you have cars and houses
you can call someone Mom and Dad
you have a family
There is a reason why
you can sing, compose
you can create, invent
ideas dwell in your mind
you can plan better tomorrow
There is a reason why
you don't have a family
you can't access to assets
you can't run, can't listen
you are unable to feel, understand this
There is a reason why
earth revolves, not the sun
life exists on earth, not the sun
earth has green beauty, not the sun
sun provides energy, not the earth
There is a reason behind everything that happens in this beautiful world. There is a reason behind your existence. You are just facing the turns that has been planned. You are a singer who sings the written lyrics. You are the dancer, dancing on music of the almighty. You are the creation for a cause. Everything is written. it's MAKTUB.
That girl in the black and white!
That girl in the black and white, Enhanced the colours of my life,
That girl with the glaring smile, Took away all my pains for a while,
That girl with those godly beautiful eyes, Saw the deepest scars of mine.
That girl in the black and white, Enhanced the colours of my life,
That girl who's a work of art, Retrieved the artist of my heart,
That girl with that beautiful voice, Enthralled my silence amidst all noise,
That girl in the black and white, Enhanced the colours of my life.
That girl with the golden heart, Tore all my worries apart,
That girl in the black and white, Impressed me, with the colours she hide,
That girl in the black and white, Enhanced the colours of my life.
-- Aman Shrivastava
-- Aman Shrivastava
Rahul and Rohit, two neighbors from last six years. They are together from 5th class and always had similar choices whether it be of life's important decision or pizza's flavour. Now they are in kota, obviously for iit, in 11th class just started coaching in this month.
Localities of small town have always been in fair notes of teachers. With 10 cgpa as proof of intelligence, their families, after conventional discussion with relatives have send them to the coaching hub of country.
Rahul from lower middle class has been the first member of family to get first grade in high school, where as for Rohit's family he is one another to join the rally, even his brother studies in BITS Pilani, so fees doesn't matter.
Though Rohit was richer but he was more serious and tense towards tests and results, and almost similar was state of Rahul. Results were different from expectations, they always are,both of them forgot to learn,they started fighting for marks. For the students like these, getting rank on thousands and marks below fifty percent was never acceptable at all. But it happened with them for complete 11th. And it happens, though not with all competitors but acquiring "rattafication"(memorising the concepts instead understanding) is an obvious process,especially when one's aim is to get marks. Scores of 11th were not good, but parents covered it saying that they had other problems dealing with accommodation, food and new environment and the air too.
Now, when grades degraded, both were trying to find the discrepancy in themselves, which actually was in the test papers. Yeah, the test papers, they were designed with the extreme tough questions so that the actual exam always seems to be easier. So what happens next, is that they fall prey to this invisible fight between CBSE board and coaching system. They mentally moves towards stage of depression.
Before 2 months of exam, Rohit suicides. Earlier on same day he refused to attend the exam when Rahul asked to join him. Family came and took his body with a suicide note or I should say a regret letter with the traditional composition and sorry to parents.
He failed at jee, joins a private engineering institution. His family was always supportive and never told him about background of his family. His family was never able to cope with high fee of college, so they applied for loan and as the security, they gave papers of their house, their only property. Rahul never knew this side of family, he thought that he can afford engineering from private college,which was never in his preference list. Now this is when Rahul came to know about financial status of his family and all other incredible efforts made by his parents to pursue his studies and wishes But how can parents deny the child's wish when they have only one!.
The dark period continues a bit more. Life is all about believing that anything can happen at any moment,you must learn to face uncertainties and live without expectations. This is what Rahul learned when he came to know that an accident resulted in death of his mother. Typical bus driver careless of lubricated road was busy in phone call more urgent than lives of 55 people. Might he was discussing next project of NASA with TRUMP even that doesn't matches with the price of lost.
The events were catastrophic, heavier impact on Rahul. He anyhow began his life but never was able to ignore these thoughts. Results were obvious, back in semesters. At the other side, his father became addicted to alcohol and was using the cheapest.
As a result of Rahul's poor academic performance, bank withdraws loan, when Rahul was trying to improve.
He completed 3 years with mechanical branch,though the grades were just satisfactory as he never prepared for exam. Whenever he tried, the dark thoughts clashed in his mind,but his practical knowledge was good as a part of his interest.
Father was unable to control situations,rahul was out of college
and things were going worst. They even lost their house when bank demanded to repay the loan. His father was suspended for being absent for more than two months.
It's time for Rahul to earn and he went in market with average performance and three years of mechanical engineering. No doubt, he was offered job of mechanic ,that even when father tried too. He began, as he had no option left, with good hard work and using his practical skills efficiently.
Punjabi, the owner of garage where Rahul worked,was very attentive and a good observer towards his workers. He always found Rahul excited about his work and was impressed with his learning ability. So to spark up his curiosity, Punjabi used to attend tech fest and seminars with him.
During this period of time, responsibility of garage was on Rahul. But during nightshift, he always handed over the keys to Punjabi's son. One night when Punjabi's son had to join birthday party of his friend, so in excitement and hurry, he did the job improperly."
A garage found burnt,nothing left usable",was the headline of local newspaper next day. Rahul was informed and was lost in thoughts standing in front of his burnt workplace.
What is the fault of Rahul? What's wrong with him?
It's never you,who is the controller. Sometimes life moves as you planned, and you become habitual of getting results as supposed then comes the day when life trounces you. That is the day when you must realise that "to control" is not your job, you are an artist supposed to perform as better as you can.
And then punjabi returns, Rahul was ashamed of himself, words shuttered them down from his lips. But Punjabi reacted in a totally different manner. He was sad too, but what then.. Punjabi said " don't worry it's not the first time I am facing such scenario, this is 3rd time for this garage to get damaged. Life does have ups and downs ,even more than you can imagine but what matters is how you get up once fell. I haven't told you one important point that there are three other branches of my garage, so you can work there also. And yeah one more thing, your design has been approved and govt. is offering you to be their technical head of committee which will release the product at the cheapest possible rate. You will be 50% share holder of the product's financial business."
The series of emotions on Rahul's face were numerous. From a feeling of regret,it transformed itself to a joyful surprise. But he learned some priceless knowledge from punjabi and then learning continues from the tales of Punjabi.
Now he is the owner of garage rebuilt on same place. The life is going smoothly though his father has been admitted to city's best hospital from last three years as he is suffering from lung cancer caused by drinking methanol contained beer.
