You are Different, to make the difference !!!!!!!!!

After a long time but i am back with my new post 'You are Different, to make the difference!!!!!!!". I started off writing this without knowning what title should i be putting for this article, that's when i remember one of my belief which i used to believe and tell many of my friends in my college days and early starting career. The belief was "Everyone on this earth is born for a meaningful life, we are different from each other because we are here to make a difference and leave our marks in definitely a good sense. And that we are remembered forever by people when we die for our good cause".
After a long time i remembered this belief and was wondering that many times due to circumstances, work life pressure and many more reasons we forget what we had planned in our early stages of life when it really started to begin. There are lots of dreams and desires one makes when we really start our life, but then very a few are able to materialise them and make their dream come true.
I started thinking about all this after staying for 5 years in metro city. I realised after 5 years that i did nothing to accomplish my dreams into reality and what is the reason behind it. After putting deep thoughts to this i realized that i just spent time running around for my job, looking to solve the issues coming up now and then and then finally delved into a stressful life for no reason. I think and agree that it is all because the life of metro city is made unnecessarily fast, as people are just trying to prove themselves superior to each other in every terms. I think i really got lost with those people and forgot my reality, which is really sad. There is a saying that look for the tide and be careful otherwise you will be taken along with it and you will sail with it in the wrong direction instead of the direction you wanted.
So people who are reading this take a pause, sit in a place you like the most, spend time with yourself and find out are you also the one among those sailing in the wrong direction. So all you people wake up and give a thought to make your difference in the way you want to.

What it makes to blog ????

I have grown up reading newspaper columns, articles in magazine, novels. It is always the content, way of putting things or ideas in words which keeps reader dedicated to your columns/novels/articles.We all have been somewhere or the other listening three words very common in context to literature : " A good writer", " A good reader", " A good listener". I have always thought myself to be among those good readers who are overindulged in reading something where-ever they find time to catch with it. But then lately when i started reading blogs, which was inspired by reading the blog of one of my friend, it gave me a feeling that probably anyone can write who knows any language to write and is having a idea or an experience to share on.
I have posted some of my poems on the blog spot. This is just to start getting the feel that yes i can write after knowing the views of my friends who went reading my poems.Thanks a to all you guys:). But i am writing this article dedicated to all the people who blog as they all have contributed in adding one more word to those three words as " A blogger". I cannot put it as a good blogger as i cannot differentiate between a good and a bad blogger. I strongly feel that blogging is all about pen down your experiences or some great things listening from some time. Blogging is definitely not a place where command on language, content writing knowledge, great vocabulary and such other things matters. All it matter is a language, words and ideas or experiences.
So all you blogger guys go on and keep up the good work by putting good stuff and making a place for people who are not writers but still love writing and can write.
CHEERS TO ALL OF THE BLOGGER AND BLOG READERS :).

Falling in love

I am glowing, I look beautiful;
because i am in love.
I am happy, I am jumping;
because i am in love.
I love to get surprised, I love to surprise;
because i am in love.
I am clam, I am at peace;
because i am in love.
I am not worried, I am not scared;
because i am in love.
I love to hold his hands,I love to walk with him;
because i am in love.
I love my self, I love that is near to me;
because i am in love.
I love to sing with birds,I love to holiday at beach;
because i am in love.
I am not worried about my future,I don't care about money;
because i am in love.
love is beautiful, love is blind, love is everything;
because i am in love.
I can leave anything, I can do anything;
because i am in love.
All i want to be with him, on the sea spending whole my life on the boat;
because i am in love.

Is everything competition

I am posting one more peom of mine.............. :)

He is quiet, He is silent;
He has the charm, He has the spark in the eyes;
He has the aura, He is into deep thoughts;
Sitting outside the school gate, waiting to go home;
I went near to him, looked at him;
He smiled to me, asked sit next to me;
He asked me are you in hurry?, want to leave ?
I looked with surprise, shook my head to say "NO";
Pointing at the tree, asked me how high can I jump?
smiling at him, I said you can plug the fuits much faster than me;
Returning the smile said you lost without trying;
Amused at the thoughts, I wondered what he meant;
Seeing his grandpa; he stood up with the bag and bottle;
Looked at me and said : "It's world of competition";
Nothing is simple, Nothing is straight;
Winning is sweet, Lossing is bitter;
Eveything everyone wants to conquer, in turn loosing everthing ;
holding grandpa's finger said: "Bye i will conquer without loosing anything "

You will fall in love with this peom

This peom is written by african kid on racisim :(. Heads off to the thoughts put in by him which makes them feel the difference at such a small age when they should be just living and enjoying life. Guys you will love this peom :)

When I born, I'm Black,
When I grow up, I'm Black,
When I go in Sun, I'm Black,
When I scared, I' m Black,
When I sick, I'm Black
And when I die, I'm still black.

And you White fellow,
When you born, you are Pink
When you grow up, you are White,
When you go in Sun, you are Red,
When you cold, you are Blue
When you scared, you are Yellow
When you sick, you are Green
And when you die, you are Gray
And you calling me colored?

Living a Life

People out there who love writing and reading may like this poem of mine. Will definitely wait to get some authentic comments of the people on this poem of mine.

Here it goes...1 .... 2 .... 3 ........

I am a small tiny and petite creature,
born with a smile, beauty and pride.
When i came into this world i knew nothing,
But now when i grew i know everything.
Everyone say only one word "Live Life",
But then who will tell me what is live and life.
They say it is only you who can find the answer,
I asked "Why"?
They say because you are the one who will live your life.
Now i know the meaning of life as everyone has a "Life",
But i am still pondering to know the meaning of Live.
Sitting in my balcony, looking up in the sky,
Watching those twinkle twinkle little stars,
in the middle there is a big bright Moon.
Lighting the whole earth with its brightness,
Everyone says i love this moonlight,
Now i know what is living a life means.
If you are the one who gives happiness to all,
If you are the one who gives smiles to all,
If you are the one who gives love to all,
Because in turn you will be the one ,
Who will be loved by all, that what is living a life.