Death- The most important Lesson

Well, I don't know why I felt like writing about Death but it's one of those things that has always made me wonder. Death is always a topic which people talk about as if it were the most terrible thing to think about. And there can't be denying; death is always terrible.
We hear that if life is born, death is inevitable. It isn't easy to accept death no matter what. To be frank, I am just 24, not a person who knows much about death. But I do know a thing or two that has been lingering on my mind for a long time.
There are two incidents that have made me think more about death. A couple of months ago, in a local train near Palghat, a 24 year old girl was raped and murdered by a handicap guy. A week ago, a bus that was carrying passengers burnt to death because of the driver's mistake.
One can see the way death comes in different forms. I kept thinking about those people who died, about the moments before their death, the terrible expressions they must have had on their faces when death came to snatch them.
Sad. I know that's the only word we can use to describe it. Worse for those people who must have lose their loved ones. It is not easy to reconcile with loss, specially when it is human loss. For days, I felt angry with death deciding to snatch away loves without a warning and sometimes making the departure very painful.
And after all this, we are told that time will heal and that things move on. Life goes on. Yes, it does. The dead are remembered by their loved ones and forgotten by the others as times moves.
Later, to calm myself I tell that this is how life works. Death cannot be controlled no matter how rich or poor or good or bad we are. But Life, the alter of death can be controlled.
Life is in our hands. When we are alive, it does matter if we are good or bad; if we are sweet or rude; if we are selfish or open hearted; if we are sad or happy. While death is anyway going to run it's hands over us, we might as well make the most of it from life. The good and the best things from life. We don't have a choice when death comes, but we do have a choice when there is life.

Dreams are precious

Well, I haven't written much in my blogs since long mostly because I think I had very less to say. Today, as I sit in my room with my laptop poised on my lap, I would like to talk about Dreams. I think most of us dream, not the dreams that come at night when we are fast asleep, but those that come when we are wide awake with open eyes. Those are the dreams that are for real.

Why do we Dream? I have asked that question to myself from time to time. And I did get some answers. We all have a purpose in life which may not be revealed at the moment but it comes to us when the time is right. And it's not the same for each one of us. The purpose is showed to us through a dream, through a desire that takes birth in our hearts.

Then, no matter how hard you try to abandon it, the dream never leaves. Those who abandon and convince themselves that dreams are just illusions, will lead a joyless life.

Dreams are the stuff that show what we really want from life. And you should have the courage to follow you dream no matter what. All the tools will be given by God once you decide to follow your dreams.

As Paulo Coelho says, "When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you achieve it" It holds true.

So do not disregard your dreams, even though people around might think it's worthless. In your heart, you should know that it's precious. Dreams are precious. Do not let them die away.

Follow them for one day you will know that it made all the difference.

The Promise..

About the Book :

Dad says, 'Go to work (how boring!)

Heart says, 'Have a blast' (yippee)

Dad kicks me out. What do I do now? (Lost!)

Friends are damn busy (Grrrrrrr)

I meet Pinky (It's definitely love at first sight, believe me!)

I join CAT class (whoa! I am in love)

My love life rolls on rocking (yeah, she loves me too. Great na?)

Dad is also happy (Son is finally studying. Duh!)

Rani steps in...nice girl, really cute (just a friend!)

She is my best friend but then...she says she loves me...

Oops... I kiss her (I didn’t mean to...)

But I love Pinky (Do I?)

And I have made her a promise... (I can't break it)

This is me, Ajay. (Lost and confused madly in love)

Can you really measure friendship and love?

Step into Ajay's world which is filled with frolic, fun, confusions and craziness to discover the truth about friendship and love.

About the Author :

A compulsive reader with a passion for writing, Chital Mehta is a 23 year old software engineer in Chennai. She believes that life is a gift that has to be cherished every minute. She is passionate about love stories because she believes love is the essence of life. Armed with her dreams, she believes nothing is impossible as long as one lives with profound faith.
Besides writing, she loves to discover new books, enjoy rains, hear music and laugh till her stomach aches. An enthusiastic blogger who loves to learn new patterns of writing, she is constantly in search of new stories that can create a difference in others lives.


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Finding a soulmate on a site!!!

Well, the ones who fall in love marriage are pretty safe (though they have their own problems to deal with) which leaves the ones who have to actually search for a soul mate. And this search is being aided with matrimonial sites that are in boom these days.
One of my friends, Shereen, who had reached the marriageable age (if there is still something like that today!!!) and when she felt she needed someone to spend her life with; she bumped across a matrimonial site which allowed her to filter for grooms meeting her requirements. (Yeah, that’s advancement. Choose a partner by measuring your requirements).
Anyways, so my friend registered herself on the site. She browsed around through the profiles which seemed human enough to tolerate (most can be really funny ones) and chatted with them to know what they really were. It was, in my judgment, the most hilarious experience one could be entitled to.
Some of the best responses were:
Guy 1: Hi, do u know to cook?
Shereen: Well, yes. I can manage a few dishes…
Guy1: so, you aren’t a perfect cook?
Shereen: well, I can’t cook like a chef...
Guy1: But a chef also cooks right…
Shereen: …………………………….

Guy2: Hi
Shereen: Hello
Guy2: I want to know about your past first and then about you.
Shereen: huh!
Guy2: Yes, so tell me about your past.
Shereen: ……………………………….

Guy3: Hello Shirin
Shereen: it’s Shereen.
Guy3: ok Sheereen.
Shereen: It’s Shereen.
Guy3: yes, I got it. Sereen.
Shereen: …………………………

Guy4: Hello Shereen.
Shereen: Hi Raghav.
Guy4: I would like to know about you.
Shereen: yes sure. Please ask.
(It seemed to go fine with Raghav for two months. And one day…. )
Raghav: Hello Shereen. I have to tell you why I got a divorce.
Shereen: okay, tell me.
Raghav: Well, she got pregnant. But the doctor said he wasn’t sure so I had to leave her.
Shereen: huh!
Raghav: you see, I need my generation to go ahead.
Shereen :………………………………..( jerk)


Guy5: hello
Shereen: Hi…
Guy5: I earn 10,000 every month. Will give anything you asking for. Movie, cloth, dress, jewel and many. When we marry?
Shereen:……………………………………….


Well, after this my friend has actually given up guy hunting for a while. She says she rather live alone for a while. Well, who says finding a soul mate is that easy?

How luxury can sometimes be a torture!!!

Well, I had been home recently for the weekend to see my parents (usually, its for home food that I drop by but, whatever!!!). And as usual, no matter how many times my dad yells at me or explains me the tantrums of not booking my tickets in advance for the train, I wasn't going to pay any heed to whatever he said. That was just me.
And so I used my internet skills to book a return ticket back to chennai just two days before the trip. Alas, every single bus travel agency had sold the tickets (this only increased my desire to open up a bus travel agency even more). I used my sources and ocntacts and influence- and finally got a ticket in a bus which luckily happened to cross my home town heading to Chennai.
When I reached the boarding point, I learnt that it was an AC bus. I was like wow!!!AC luxury for just 450 bucks, I chuckled.
Around 9.30, the bus arrived packed with ppl wrapped in funny colored bedsheets. After my dad made sure that the bus folks would drop me safely (as if I can't take of myself, I am 23 for God's sake but a dad is a dad), he got down from the bus.
Thankfully enough, after a while, I was also given a thin bedsheet around which I immediately wrapped myself. As I made myself comfortable, I was treated to the unmistakable noise to a vijay starrer movie which must have been the most irritating thing I had ever seen on a TV.
Until 12, the loud noise banged around my ears as I fought the urge to break down the TV. And I happened to have a neighbour beside me. By the looks of it, I judged it as a 'girl', a really fat girl I think. She tossed and turned all night in her seat while I silently stuck to my seat trying hard not to give her any space of mine (after all it's my seat).
It was an AC bus, good. But nobody had told me it would be freaking cold inside that my nose, lips, fingers and toes were frozen by the time we entered Chennai. Why did they bother giving the bedsheet, I cursed under my breath.
As Fate would have it, we got stuck in a traffic at 6 am in Tambaram (traffic at 6 am!!! I think I hate metros).
Phew! and I finally got to taste freedom at 7 am when I stepped outside the bus kissing the warm air.
That day I learnt, luxury might not actually be luxury certain times. That wasn't the worst of my journeys but not one of my best ones either. (Maybe I should finally listen to my dad)

H-o-p-e vs F-e-a-r

Life is normal like it is always. Life in general is perfect with the day and night setting in and out. Atleast, that's when ppl say life goes on.
Even when things go normal why is there a fear of losing it all completely? Is there anything to lose at all? Why do we hold on to things that we ain't even sure will last?
May that's called hope. Fear awakens hope. Hope that things will not fall apart however bad they seem, hope that ppl will not drift away however bad times fall, hope that life can still be wonderful after the worst of situations....Hope, the powerful 4 letter word which battles with the other dreadful 4 letter word,F-E-A-R.
Well, I am not sure what triumphs in the end but I do know that hope makes it easier to go ahead, it makes it easier to open the door though you don't know what's behind. Hope is what keeps YOU going but fear shrunkens your boundaries and thoughts.
I believe, no matter how bad life gets on, clinging to H-O-P-E will definitely prove that the world isn't such a bad place to live in, after all.

is it all about finding the right one? or u being the right one?

Ever since I grew up, I had been influenced largely by books, movies and all dramas that involved love stories. I had somehow assumed that we all eventually had to find the right one for us or that there was right one made for us. Someone who would be just made exclusively for you would suddenly turn up, may be at the bus stop or in class or in office or when you take your dog for a walk or.....the list is endless of how you could bump into your soulmate.
well, then starts the phase oh-I-am-madly-in-love and he/she-is-really-the-right-one for me( like God sent). I almost feel like laughing at such theories now. Lately, I have realised that it was not falling in love that mattered, it was sustaining the love that mattered. In fact, there is no such thing called as 'the right one'. It's just what we have made up.
Most people are good to us but then towards the end we have to choose only one to share our deepest secrets and desires. It is more about finding that person that counts. And you surely can't expect that person to be -the-best-person-ever-on-earth. No, that person will also have flaws like you have yours. But nobody is ever perfect (yeah, you've heard that b4).
What I feel is that it's not about being perfect for each other but it's more about being comfortable with each other which includes being able to share stuff, laugh about, discuss things and also accept each other for what they are.
Relationships fail when people demand the same perfections which they had seen earlier but the truth is that there was never a perfect one all along, it's what you assumed to be.
So, it's better for the heart to not search for the perfect one. It's more to do with following your instincts cos they mostly lead you where you really have to be. Then you get about creating a great relationship by doing the right things for each other.
Love, after all, is abundant, it never dries up.