Life has to change

As the cold breeze hits my nose while driving, I realize the beauty of nature. I can smell it of course. The four days, back at home was giving me every essence of nature. Even now, I can clearly hear the chirping of a variety of birds. If I go outside, I can see butterflies and dragonflies flying all over, birds collecting nectar, flowers smiling towards the light... Am I not missing these when I work? I should be thinking of doing something that keeps near to these memories. Should I? May be Yes, May be No. Butterflies are still there in my workplace. May not be as beautiful as these, but they too are a beauty to be watched. They too bring back memories of childhood. They symbolize a stolen generation, who has missed great memories that I'm lucky to have...

Anything but Meaningless

Mind is always full of questions. Whenever I feel to write something, questions pile up. What should I write? How much should it be? In what tone it should be? Most of the time these questions remains unanswered. I realized it.

It was then someone asked me those two questions:

1. What is this world best for?

2. What is best for this world?

Why think of the whole world? If think of ourselves. There were the answers.

Problems & Solutions.

Absolutely! We are best for problems. The best thing for us is solutions. I am happy.

Developement?

From childhood days, I have been dreaming to live in a land as I saw in movies, as I heard in fairy tales. A land with refreshing air, exquisite scenary, and not much of rush on the roads. Where we can hold together our hands and walk long way undisturbed. See the developement! My little town, where there used to be only few vehicles, which could easily be counted, has now changed to a sandwitch! What happened? Maybe because people started moving across. What happened to the roads? The potholes are big enough to swallow a truck! Ain't anyone feeling the trouble when they travel in their luxury limousines? As for the scenary, not much change from my dream. Trees have been replaced by buildings. Concrete too has its beauty. The civil engineer knows it well...

Love

Hearing the song ' kuch na kaho'(don't say anything.. : from film '1942 A love story'), it takes me a world far away from reality.. In that world of imagination, when I search for truth, I realize that somewhere love is raining in my heart.. That love enters as a gentle breeze.. Wonderful feeling.. All thoughts end up in this love.. Love is becoming the thrill of life.. Let it rain outside and love will blossom inside like a thousand flowers..