Relation between time and humans

With passing time, if you are not learning anything new, then you are not living, you are just ticking like a timer.

If you keep looking at her, she keeps sinking.
If you keep thinking about her, she keeps shrinking.
If you ignore her, she goes away quickly jumping.
When you don’t have her, she laughs at you winking.
Because she is time.

Creativity, the more you use it, the more you have it.
Food and fuel, the more you use it, the less you have it.
Interest, you use it or not, the interest on money always keep increasing.
She, whether you use it or not, she always keeps decreasing.
Because she is time.

You don’t know how much you have her,
Then why you smell faults instead of a flower!

You don’t know when she will be gone,
Still why you waste her by sticking to a phone!

You never know when she is right or wrong,
Then why don’t you listen to a melodious song!

You never know when she is fast or slow,
Then why still you are not learning to grow!

You will never get ahead of her,
Still why you keep running for her!

She is not the same for everyone,
Why you still compare yourself with what others have done!

She is not your road to walk on,
She is not your companion to walk with,
She is not your luggage to carry on your back,
She is not your mobile phone to live with,
She is not your money to exchange with,
She is not your talent to showcase,
She is not your face to make up,
She is not your loss that can be covered,
She is your profit that can be saved for future,
She is not at all yours, but she is involved in everything you do and even when you do nothing.

You are a small part of time. Make it the best part. And it is always the best time to do what you want to do, if you think so. In the entire book, there is always a quote which strikes first whenever we hear that book’s name, be that quote

The time remaining is not for covering the time which is already lost, it is for decorating moments which we create in the present. It can be done only by looking into your present actions.

Time is referred as ‘her’ just to give it a human effect.
Thanks to Maya Angelou, for her beautiful quote, which gave me the idea for this relativity.

Image source: Artful Parent

Thanks for reading. Make the most of time, as time never turns back. Have a beautiful week ahead.

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For that one passionate Neuron

Writing is like a building, which word by word we have to build to make it as a permanent home in the hearts of the readers.

Writing, which I consider is one of the oldest professions in the world for the reason that they say even our fate is also written. It is not easy to arrange the words in such a way that they sound not only meaningful but also creative. Words arranged in such a way, that they smile back at the reader and seek their attention are the words which create an impact. It is the perfect combination of words which makes the reader read it till the end. However how much creative combination of words it may be, they will end at some time while reading. But when the words end in a written article, they should take a rebirth in the minds of the reader. It should be the revolution which when ends in written words, starts wandering in the brains of the readers as thoughts and wander till they finally settle in the heart. The thoughts which make the readers think, think about their own abilities and creativity, driving them towards their passion with words as the force.

There is magic filled in the ideas, which comes out only when they are thought upon. Everything starts with a spark in that one neuron which is passionate to shine, which initiates the thought, and once it is on track, it forms a light. The darkness in our brain is filled with the light of the thoughts. Suddenly we start shining from inside. The path to destiny is not outside, it is inside. Within you. Just hiding in darkness, waiting for that one passionate neuron to shine and to come out. Not only our fate is written, it is also timed. But we don’t know the perfect unit, scale and parameters of time with which our fate is timed. So we should consider our confidence as the scale of time and passion as the unit of time. Once the passion of our life is filling continuously, the destiny is near. It’s in you, just waiting to come out. To come out and settle in the hearts of readers forever. Pick a topic and start thinking, to which topic is your neuron shining? Follow that light. There’s your destiny.

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There are words and there is rhyming, there are destinies and there is timing.

Thanks for reading.

Yu and Mi (Part-2)

Yu and Mi
(Part -2)
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** This is a work of fiction.**

I was feeling nervous while climbing the stairs of the Apollo Hospitals. Even though she said ‘let’s meet next week’ the previous day, I knew she said it just because I had said meeting her tomorrow was like meeting her next week. So I was ready for a date which will be one of a kind. Which is gonna be in a hospital. I hardly slept the previous night, as I was occupied by her thoughts, and when I slept, she was in my dreams.

As I reached the third floor, my temple began playing its symphony in the worst unsynchronous way possible and an earthquake broke down in my heart with her first look as the epicenter. She had occupied all my thoughts and dreams.

I have trained my mouth to sync with my brain this time, so that my mouth doesn’t speak anything without a permission from my brain, again. I have prepared some topics in advance, if in case my mouth falls out of words. I wondered whether a person can fall in love with another person to such an extent by just looking at her/him, without any information about that person. I was not sure. I was yet to discover it.

As I reached the room no.304 and was about to open the door, I felt as fearful as a person feels while opening the door of a haunted house at midnight. And when I opened the door, I saw a ghost in blue laying lifeless on bed with his face facing towards me and the mouth open. I felt afraid as I took my steps towards him. I screamed “uncle,uncle”! But no response. My heart-beat at that time was audible even to the patient next door. I was about to touch the body but within a second the life-less body sprang to life. Goosebumps.

I was about to run but then the ghost spoke “Hey my son, I was sleeping. I am glad that you care for me so much. I am absolutely fine my son. Come,have a seat.” My nervousness came down but still I felt embarrassed as he always addresses me as his son. Damn! I have a thing for your daughter! And by the way where is your daughter, I wanted to ask him.

“Today no one came to meet you, uncle?” I asked him. Being safe is always the best option.

“My wife will arrive here by today afternoon and my daughter went to a pharmacy store for medicines, she will be back in 10 minutes. That’s it! That is my family. And even you came to meet me” He includes me in his family. I sat on a chair nearby him and was thinking how to start a conversation with her dad. From where to start.

“So what do you do beta?” he asked adjusting himself inorder to sit on his bed. A question for which every parent has a patent to ask any youth in any situation, doesn’t matter even if their bones of hands are broken or not! Instead why don’t they ask ‘What is your passion beta?’

But then suddenly the doors opened up. A powerful storm disguised in the form of a girl appeared from the other side of the door. I was stunned by this epitome beauty that has a power to hypnotize the whole world with just one smile. I have heard about Bermuda Triangle before, but for the first time I saw my own version of Bermuda triangle. The triangle formed by her two eyes and her mouth as the three vertices of the triangle, instantly became my version of Bermuda triangle. My thoughts took off from my brain and landed in that triangle but they never came back. I think they got lost in that triangle. I think I need a seat belt for not to fall in this triangle. I never saw such a beauty anywhere. Describing her in just words would just be an insult.

“Hey Yu, I thought you would come next week!”, she said with a sarcastic tone.

“Then I think I should go”, I said laughing too.

“Hey dad, here are your medicines. I have already paid our house rent, current bill and LIC beema amount. So you don’t have to worry papa. Doctor said you would be discharged in two days.” She said to her dad. But she didn’t reply to me. She didn’t tell to stay. She didn’t tell to go. So I would stay.

“Aww! You are my son. You are so caring and responsible. God bless you Rashmi beta” said her dad with a feeling of pride. How proud parents feel if they see their children fulfilling their responsibilities!

“Papa, I am your son. I am your daughter. I learnt everything from you.”, she said this with a sheer confidence. I wanted to ask uncle what would he prefer me to become, his son-in-law or daughter-in-law!

As this daughter and dad pair were talking with each other, I began looking around. I expected a lot this morning and now in this 5-star hospital, with all these medicines served in the menu and the sound of these medical equipments acting as the background music, I was having a date one of a kind. WOW!

“Ha beta. So what do you do?”, said uncle interrupting my chain of thoughts. Huh! Parents!!

“B. Tech third year uncle”, I said having no spark of an engineer graduate.

“Oh! That’s great! Engineering ha! Some people don’t do it just because it is tough” said uncle.

“There’s nothing great in doing engineering uncle, it is like a 10th class nowadays. And it’s not about being tough uncle, it is just because it is followed by the most. How wrong we are! ” I said having experienced this 3 years of hell.

“Hmm. But engineering is famous. And many students join engineering which makes it tougher.  Such is the competition. And this competition gave rise to commercial age of education. But competition is imoprtant to succeed.” Said uncle. Rashmi was not that interested in this conversation. Change the topic uncle.

“No uncle. We don’t have to compete. We are already complete. We just have to follow our passion. Not the passion and profession of others. If and only if our passion turns into our profession, It will help our nation. Life is simple uncle, complications are in our mind. Everyone is given a key to one’s passion, but we keep searching for doors of others’ passion. So the door to our own passion remains closed. Finding our passion is like finding a soul-mate and following it is like keeping her happy forever.” I said mentioning some quotes which I wrote few weeks earlier. I like topics on life and passion rather than education and degrees.

“Wow.. Yu.. That’s amazing.. I really liked this soul-mate and door-key part. Very well said. I am impressed. I am really feeling good now.” Said Rashmi who was feeling uneasy so far. Yes. Her looks are magic to me and my words are magic to her.

“Thank you so much Mi. By the way what do you do?” I asked her and expected ‘I love you, Yu’ in return from her side.

“I got married two years ago.”

*****

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Link for ‘Yu and Mi (Part-1)’ – https://jackiejain.wordpress.com/2015/09/13/yu-and-mi-part-1/

Utilize the energy in a good way

Energy!! What is energy? Does it have a dimension or a form? What is the purpose of this energy?

Energy is a thing which keeps us going. It tells us that the flame of our purpose is still alive within us and we have to serve that purpose within time. We have to utilize this energy in serving our purpose. Energy is like a donkey. It doesn’t know what it carries. That’s why there are terms like positive energy and negative energy. Because if we utilize this new born energy in spreading good thoughts in our mind, it stimulates our body in a positive manner by giving us a positive feeling which burns our passion and sets it on fire. Which gives us happiness and peace.

But if we misuse this energy by spending it on negative thoughts then it’s like whirling wind on a burning forest. The negative thoughts will spread quickly to each part of your existence and will destroy your mindset and your hope from inside. You will just be a vessel. As we know empty vessels make more noise. So will you, as your body will become a home for anger, hatred and ego making you a slave of their dominance. So never use this energy for negative thoughts. Always think positive. Be inspired. Create a generator of inspiration within. It will generate happiness within.

Energy doesn’t have any dimensions, neither does it has a form. It just resides within us and gets utilized in the way we use it. We never know how this energy is created. But its presence is felt strongly in the morning. It is something the supreme power above us have given us to burn our passion and keep the flame alive for generations to come so that they can carry the flame forward.

So when you wake up in the morning, utilize this energy by burning it for positive thoughts, which will keep the flame for your passion alive and thus generating happiness & peace, which drives our day safely.

Your confidence and faith are responsible for sailing yourself out of storms of darkness. Energy keeps that confidence and faith alive. So utilize your energy in a good way so that you can feel the presence of supreme power above us. Stay positive. Be inspired.

** Its been a month since my last post. Sometimes I wonder how the days pass so quickly but we are still stuck in the past. Feeling as a stranger to wordpress again. Missed you all and all your presence **

Thanks for reading.

Yu and Mi – (Part 1)

September 9th 2015:
Not only that day was special for me, but also the place. I have been to Mumbai many times before, but for the first time after my birth day, I was in my birth place, Mumbai on the day of my birthday, which was on 9th September. I had planned last month that I will start a series on my birthday, but recently some events took me back and kept me busy and involved in them. I am back to home from Mumbai. Though the reason for this trip to Mumbai was quite disturbing, but I think it was all written..

Yu and Mi
(Part-1)

** This is a work of fiction **
*****

It was the day when I realized that my heart doesn’t beat only for me.

“Can I come in madam?” I requested, standing outside of the class, to the teacher who was roaming in the class with her hawk eyes on each and every student.

“You are late.” she said with a loud voice.

“Madam, I can explain”, I said.

“Just because you can complete the exam paper in 2 hours, it doesn’t mean you can come late to the examination hall by an hour” she said indicating to the conversation which we had in earlier classes of her in which I had mentioned that I can complete my examination in 2 hours. Damn!
I was thinking what to say on this, when the teacher herself said “Come in”.
“Thank you mam”. I said with a half-hearted smile.

**After a few moments**

Sitting in a room where the temperature was trying to touch the double the hours in a day(48), I was trying to concentrate on the paper that lay in front of me. I tried my best to read the first question of AWP (Antennas and wave Propagation) paper, but my thoughts were completely occupied by the incident that took place in the morning. It felt like that the topics which I have prepared the previous day, were getting dried in my brain and were falling down along with sweat. I saw around the Examination hall, the students (murderers) were doing their best for what they are known for. Everyone was killing thousands of words and sentences, then burying them in 32 page graveyard. May the words rest in peace, I thought.

Then I slowly looked up for some inspiration to write something. But no use. I blamed electricity for this. Just like a helicopter doesn’t fly unless its wings are rotating in a circular motion on the top of it, in the same way students’ thoughts doesn’t fly unless the the three winged fan rotates in a circular motion. No power.

I looked outside of the room, which is on the 4th floor of the college. There were dozens of vehicles moving on the roads of the college. Instantly I felt more fearful. A body completely dipped in blood appeared in front of me. I saw the depth in his eyes which were calling for help. I closed my eyes. It kept haunting me. I don’t know what I wrote in this mid 1 paper. Somehow, I was confident (not completely though) that I will do better in Mid exam 2, as it’s the best of these two exams, mid 1 and mid 2, that counts in the main examination result. After few moments, teacher tapped on my bench showing her watch! I would have said “Wow! Fastrack, it’s a brand!”, if I was not disturbed. But I was disturbed, so I didn’t say anything. She took my paper.

I rushed out of the class, then went running down the stairs. I called for an auto and said “Apollo Hospitals”.

I stepped into the hospital, dozens of people were roaming here and there enquiring whereabouts of their relatives who were admitted in the hospital. I snaked through all of them and reached the help desk. “Mr. Karan Mehra”, I said to the Nurse in blue,  asking about his admitted room!
She checked her book and said 304, and asked me how is he related to me. I simply said “Uncle”.

I ran upstairs for the 3rd floor. Even though there were lifts, they were already crowded by a queue of people waiting to move to upper floors. I was trembling as I reached the room in which he was admitted. I can’t think beyond what happened this morning. As I went into the room, I was dumb struck.

A beautiful girl in parrot green salwar kameej was sitting near a man who was in his 40’s and laying down on bed and was dressed in blue. For an instant I forgot why I came here. Everything was blank. Time seemed as if it had stopped. My eyes felt as if they had found their portal to fall into. My heart felt as if it has found a permanent dweller. My brain felt as if it has found a person to whom it can allot all the neurons in the will. I was falling deeper, deeper and deeper into her eyes, even though they were not looking at me.
“Who are you?”, she asked me when she saw me coming inside.
I was about to say, you are the mother of thoughts that took birth in my brain within 9 seconds I first saw you. But then the man on the bed spoke,
“Hey, my son, Thank you so much. It’s because of you I am breathing today. God bless you son. I am glad that there is still humanity alive in this Kalyug. Come come sit. Rashmi beta, he is the boy who saved me today morning during the accident. He brought me to this hospital and called your mom in the morning to rush into the hospital.”

RASHMI

“But mom is in Delhi dad. She called me and told about this accident and the hospital where you are admitted.” She said feeling guilty even though there was no mistake from her side.

“Thank you uncle” I said and thought what to say next. “I am happy that you are safe and sound here”.
He felt glad. Even the girl. The portal came walking towards me and shaked her hand with mine. Seeing her eyes from such a small distance, I saw my reflection in her eyes. The image that appeared in her eyes was looking very happy. My eyes were working faster than my brain. My mouth was out of words. Her “Thank you” was echoing throughout my body.

“It was my responsibility to save the person who was crying for help, I am glad that he was your father”. I said with a constant smile. She smiled and nodded and then said “That’s so good of you”.

“Coffee?” I asked. There were thousands of words I could have said, but I don’t know how this word came out of my mouth. I am somewhat safer because we were at a sound distance from her father.
“Do you think I will come for coffee with you leaving my dad in this hospital?” She said almost with a shock.
“And why should I come for coffee with you? It doesn’t mean that if you saved my dad’s life, I should come for coffee with you”

She was stabbing, with my heart as the target.

I was disappointed, not with her, but with myself. I went near to the bed.
“Get well soon uncle. Wishing a quick recovery.” I said with a 100% forced smile.
I reached the door and was about to leave. But life had a different plan for me. Rashmi came near the door and said, “I can’t come for coffee, but we can meet here, in this hospital tomorrow.”
I was elated. I tried to suppress my happiness.
“But tell me one reason why should I meet you tomorrow?” she asked. “Don’t tell me that you saved my dad”.
It’s difficult to understand these complex femaletic creatures. I thought for a while on this. And then the creativity inside me came into picture.
“There is some part of you in me and some part of me in you.” I said with a smile.
“What? How come?” she said with a puzzled look.
“There is Yu in my name, Abhimanyu and Mi in your name, Rashmi.”

She was impressed I should say.
“Let’s meet tomorrow then” she said hiding her laughter.
I should have gone by now but my mouth works faster than my brain,
“To meet you tomorrow is like meeting you the next week.” I said this without the permission of my brain. I hoped that I haven’t spoiled this once again. I was eagerly waiting for her reply.

“Then let’s meet next week.”

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