Love & Google..................

for this love i can cross million oceans and climb million mountains but then i dont need to do that as for this love i just need to look in your eyes..........

for this love i can fight the world and vanish all the obstacles but then i dont need to do that as for this love the world has given you to me fighting & vanishing all the obstacles..................

for this love i can wait until u r back & for the life that is left but then i dont need to do that as for this love even the love cant wait and brings  you back no matter how far you go................

for this love i can pray to god all day long from dusk till dawn but then i dont need to do that as for this love god told me,"your prayers have been listened and answered"..........................

for this love i can search this earth from start uptil end but then i dont need to do that as for this love i just need to……………. .

search........................................................................... on google!!!!!!!!!!!!

Things that stir my soul.............

Thing that stir my soul................

There are ample amount of things that stir my soul. Every bomb blasts that happened around country has stirred my soul and every citizen's. And now everytime  i sit in an auto or cross a bin, some fear is always there of something going wrong. What if there is a bomb in there? I feel i walk out of my house with my life in my hands and i fear of slipping away that life right from my hands, just in front of my eyes. And that fear, that feeling of something slipping away  just stirs my soul. The trauma of these bomb blast has just not affected the people who's lives were shattered by them but of everyone in the country... Though the lives seems to be normal and running like ever before but that fear doesnt seem to vanish from my soul.... As if It has taken a place in my heart and soul.
Fear of never comin back & never seeing my loved ones's doesnt seem to go......And that fear definitely stirs my soul....

Second thing which stirs my soul is the sight of these poor children just standing there on traffic lights forever and begging forever and selling things which never seems to be finishing.... Child labour is banned in india but still they are there like always inspite of the ban... Not just on these traffic lights but on every street just begging from dusk till dawn..Thinking about them and seeing there hopeful eyes just stirs my soul. Thinking about what life they have and what future they have just stirs my soul. Thinking about how lucky i am to have everything in life and how i had no worry from education to entertainment as everything was just served. These children hardly find food leave alone the education and entertainment. They entertain and dream about every possible thing they cant have... and for them their life is just a big dream.....  A dream that they dare to see.

Third thing that stir my soul was the masscare that happened in parts of orissa. Man killing man in my country was never the picture that i saw in my dreams. Why cant a human being be just a human being, remain a creation of god and see each other the way God sees us?  All equal in the eyes of all mighty... What all we do with these huge multinational india if man is still going to be the enemy of a man? Why have people become so ruthless? Where is the compassion? Religion, discrimination are the very grounds of violence....A person is never born as good or bad, its just the circumstances that make him a good or a bad person. And the people in this world who are considered bad are still bad because the circumstances havent changed. They are still the same. India may be developing, doing business and versatile deals all over the universe and moving  with time but the people, the real people of India are left far behind. Far behind in changing their minds. Clothes have changed but the thought process that goes in their minds is still the same. We cant forget that there are still parts of India where love is regarded as sin. Kill the man & woman who dare to fall in love...... Kill the child if its a girl..... And shockingly no retribution for the felon who went on such bizzare ravishment.

Fourth thing that stir my soul are the protectors of this country. when i hear about the crimes being committed by these gaurds, it just stirs my soul & then i really wonder who is going to protect us now? The gaurds who were supposed to protect the country are committing such heinous crime against women and visibly they are not protecting. Has it become so impossible for the country to protect its women? Who is responsible? Why aint the protectors protecting? Why are protectors becoming perpetratures? Thinking about the woman who got a victim of one of these horrible crimes just stirs my soul and makes me think if in the middle of broad day light it happened to her today.... will it be me or someone i know who would be next...... The greedy eyes of men all around me when i walk past the streets, stirs my soul with fear......The unknown steps that walk past behind me stir me with fear n my eyes wander around to see someone that i know and run to his side for shelter.... And unbelievabily home isnt the safest place as yet... When a daughter gets killed in her own house with her parents sleeping right next door, it is definitely going to make your heart skip a beat.

People prefer solving their issues themselves rather than going to police as they fear that police would get them in the pit rather than taking them out of it. Especially with the women working late night. There are countless problems they go through and when they turn for help, its not the culprits that bothers the policemen but the late night working of the women... We women aren’t being adventurous working late night... as for some it’s the need of the hour, for some it’s the need of the job and for some it’s their choice of working that way in the most popular democratic country. People want to help each other in hour of need but simply don’t cuz they panic imagining the sight of the complications & trouble they would be put through by police. The plight of after help stirs the soul & the man just walks by the man in trouble. Policemen who honestly believe in protecting are few. They are the only ones who took their pledges right with honesty and integrity. But these few are hard to find.

What freedom do we have if arent able to live without fear? We belong to a place where people are burnt, beaten, murdered, assaulted to hold their respective religion be it a north indian, south indian, person from east india or just anywhere with a different religion.why cant a man be just a human being... why cant the people who kill in the name of religion can be made to believe that they are killing a life not a religion?? What freedom do we have if the students of this country are beaten up by a political party simply cuz they are north indians. Seeing the pictures of these students on a front page of a newspaper and imagining what humiliation they must have gone through stirs my soul upto zenith.

My eyes have witnessed all these things. Sometimes they come to me through newspaper, sometimes through media n sometimes they come to me through my own eyes. And if you all out there arent ignorant to the real situation of my country,your country then all these things and many more things like this which you were a part of knowingly or unknowingly are sure to stir your soul .                                                                    Written by:----------------
                                                                                                                              Aditi Soni

A day in one of the wonders of the world.........................

A day in one of the wonders of the world……………………….


What does come to your mind when I say the word Agra? Of course the most beautiful thing in the world. Taj Mahal. It’s a place which everyone wishes to see once in their lifetime. After all its one of the most mesmerizing thing a person in love has gifted to his beloved. But what I saw there with my bare eyes it just made me feel so sad. I felt what they have made of this gift. I really can’t imagine how they would be feeling of what we have done to their symbol of love. I boarded a train from Nizzamudin railway station. Now the railway station speaks for itself and says that no matter how many terrorist attacks the security system will be just the same as ever before. It isn’t changing in any time to come and of course any elections to come.

The moment I took a road to enter into the Taj Mahal I was lost in middle of the people uttering guide guide guide and some of them just ran their eyes down to me and my friends pockets and explored for that bulge. I was amazed by the way they scanned us and knew in their minds that which thing is kept where. Somehow I walked past them and made my way to the Mahal. The moment I looked at it I couldn’t believe my eyes. What a beautiful sight it was. Absolutely breath taking. There again I was hounded by people asking to take photographs. Though I know it’s their job but sometimes a no means simply NO and they should understand that and let go. Too much of everything is bad you see. As I went closer and closer to the Taj Mahal the bigger it got and as I looked down, there were people, people who I saw spitting in the garden just outside where we are supposed to take our shoes off. Mobile phones have to be switched off but then how come I saw a bunch of irresponsible teenagers playing some cheap music on their phones and sitting in the garden without any shame.

“No Photographs inside.” That’s the sign I read when I was about to enter the Taj Mahal. The moment my eyes went inside the Taj Mahal, I said; “wow what a wonder”. Two people in love lying together forever and ever, what could be more fulfilling and eternal for someone in love. How prosperous Shah Jahan and Mumtaj must have been. I looked at the tombstones and my heart actually skipped a beat. My heartbeats went faster and faster as I went closer and closer. I gazed at the tombstones and was lost in the yesteryears when slowly and sharply these noises went in my ears and these noises went so loud they it brought me back where I was. These were the noises of kids revolving round and round inside the Taj Mahal and screaming at top of their sharp and undisciplined voices. These kids were making noises as if playing in a play ground and their parents said nothing to them. The damage was worse than using a mobile phone.  It irritated me so much that it not only spoiled my mood but also made me forget where I was. Then I saw some hopeless, good for nothing people clicking photographs where it was strictly prohibited (inside Taj Mahal). A security guard standing securing nothing at all. I wonder if I being just a spectator was so furious by the behavior of people what must be happening to the eternal souls of Shah Jahan and Mumtaj. Only because we are present now and they are not here doesn’t mean we have the right to spoil that gift which belongs to them and not us and which speaks about their eternal love. People I have one thing to say: Save it. And yes one more thing to Say: Please stop making money out of it. It is not supposed to be that way cuz it’s not a commodity, its love……………………


The Taj Mahal visit not only made me realized what was happening there but also answered a very basic question.
Why India can never progress?
People break rules and get away with it without paying penalty.
Illiteracy.
Bribery.
Police Chor Bhai Bhai.

Illiteracy.

Bribery.

time................!!

The time is here,
The moment is here,
Love is all that is here
I am here, you arent there
Time has taken you away
Moments are all that is here
To hold, to hold them in heart forever and ever
So the time always stays and moments live forever and ever……..

two feet.............

Sitting all alone in one of the days of my life I wrote this……….. 

One day I decided to move alone and though it was hard and I almost fell down moving ahead but I stood up and reminded myself that I came in this world all alone and I not only had the right to walk all alone but I also had the right to move ahead with my head up and a smile on my face and believe me or not the walk actually became much smoother and enjoyable. I was even able to feel the slowest of wind pass through my hair and enjoy it.

Earlier I was so scared to be alone that I chose a life which was with a person who made me feel miserable all the time and I know all you people who are suffering and have become the victims of love knowingly or unknowingly have ended up in such a situation all because of one universal sole reason, this side of the bridge was more lonelier than the side where someone stood behind you waiting to push you from that bridge……………………….wasn’t it? So you all like me stood where someone was throwing u away slowly and slowly from that bridge where you once saw hope and love and with each push you lost hope, you lost your confidence, your dreams, and most importantly your life. Someone else became the master of the life that belonged to you and you just stood there feeling nothing but sorry for yourself. Feeling and asking yourself where things did went wrong. Waiting for that cruel love of yours to return to you and I know like me you all tried your best to lie to your heart that everything is going to be alright but you know something the heart knows everything if you look deeply and listen carefully what it has to say. My heart told me to move out but I didn’t listened to my heart and I lied to my heart and to myself and for that period I suffered. I suffered till the core. I gave a place to pain & suffering in my heart and each day I felt someone was pricking needles in my body and it didn’t hurt to feel that pricking of needles in my body but it did hurt to see that the one who was pricking needles was someone who promised me to love me forever, someone I loved………………………………………………………
Yes it indeed hurt exactly that way……. I looked for help and always thought that someone would come and rescue me but no one did. And you know why??? Because I didn’t do what was I supposed to do. I didn’t take the first step which is the most important step to move towards that aisle of a wonderful life that awaited me. I was scared and wanted someone to hold me and get me out of that marshland of so called love when I even refused to move an inch. No one in this world, not even god can help you if you are not going to take that step and move ahead in your life. When I used to think about moving ahead all alone instead of moving ahead I ended up taking 5 steps back and after months of failed attempts I ended up right where I was…………… nowhere actually. All I did was cried, cried and cried from dawn till dusk I cried my hearts out but the person I cried for decided to walk away by stepping on my tears. Once what I thought to be a paradise turned to hell when I realized that the person who got me into this paradise was a vampire wearing a mask of an angel just to get me in. and until I realized where I landed, it was too late because I had fallen in love with the vampire and I tried my best to convert him to an angel but I only lost myself in that hell. Hell where I was loved and hated at the same time. So I just could not understand where actually was I? And it took me almost 9 months to get myself completely out of that hell and after those nine months I felt I was born again. And ironically it actually does take nine months for a life to come on to this earth. Earlier I used to crazily look here and there to find a reason to smile as if I was looking for a treasure and now I just don’t need any reason to smile. I just go in front of the mirror, I pose and I just smile and thank god for this wonderful life where he blessed me with things that people outside in the harsh world are killing each other to posses. Simple things like a bed, a meal, a roof, a blanket to cover in the chilling winter. When I tuck myself in my bed with a hot water bottle and not one but as many blankets I wished to have I remember someone I saw sleeping on the road with a half torn blanket and shivering like I never known the shivers. I just can not help but bend on my knees to thank god for the simple yet extraordinary things he gifted me with. When you feel low just don’t think what that person did to you after all the love and care you provided. Think of the things that god and your parents provided you with when you didn’t even asked for them. When I look back now I just see myself as a victim of love but now I am a provider of love where I love even a small moment in my life….
You have to take the road, the road where you have to dare to take the first step toward your own life and it will sure take time for you to make that walk a perfect walk but as you move ahead just see how many people will surround you and follow you and most significantly smile along with you… all you need is courage. I showed some courage and almost fell but stood up again and when I looked behind I found that there were numerous hands on my back who helped me stand on the most wonderful thing God provided me with…………my two feet.