Secrets of my past!

Oh My God ! Why is this happening with me? Why is my past frequently dominating my present to ruin my future? These all questions occupied my mind today when I was returning from my college.

Like any other day, I was returning my home in micro bus when the person who ruined my relationship with my father appeared there. He came inside the same micro bus and sat right beside me. I was loosing my temper and was avoiding him as much as possible. I didn't know if he had recognised me or not but I couldn't tolerate him any longer.

I hate him, his face, his voice and everything about him. His presence only makes me go to the flashback of my past school life and how his activities ruined my life. He was the main cause for damaging my relation with my father. His lower mentality really changed my perception about my teachers.

My eyes were full of hatred. I was simply not expecting this. Then suddenly he got down from the micro bus and I got some fresh air to inhale. Just then, my stop arrived and I got down. But in my way to home I again saw him getting respect from people. I don't think he really deserves it. I am simply disappointed.

Life and Art

What is life? Is it all about spending some moment of happiness or it is the mixture of ups and downs. Well, it depends on individual's view. Then what is Art? In my view, art is something which can immortalize the mortal beings. So, does life and art have some relationship?

Art doesn't only mean paintings or drawings. Art can also be any piece of writing like poem, stories etc. When a person has life within, he/she give birth to art. A dead person cannot give birth to any kind of art. But what a great surprise, the producer of the art may die but the product art will never die.

Art generally includes the world of life. A producer generally includes different phases of life in his/her product that is art. So, art cannot born without life. Life gives birth to art and art immortalizes the life in different form. Life may have an end but art shall live forever.

So, art and life are more or less interrelated. One is needed for the existence of another.

Opinion

The world, the solar system, the galaxy, the universe, the infinity what are these things? Are they what scientist or astronauts say or is there something deeper.  

You may find my opinion biased as I am devoted to my religion but believe it or not I had an aim of being Astronaut in the past. I too had a desire of exploring the world of space but like Murphy's law states "whatever has to happen will happen", something changed my mind.

But still I keep on devoting myself to this topic and I always end up to a common conclusion that the world is all about true love either materialistic or divine. To understand the deep secrets of universe, one must be calm ie. presence of inner peace. And inner peace comes after satisfaction, and nothing can satisfy one like true love. So, true love can help to dig out the deep secrets of the universe.

Some of you may not agree with me as science believes in results not theory. But it takes time for result to be seen. We must be patient enough to see the outcome but it is what we lack. In the modern era of smart phones and laptops, we don't enjoy using the traditional telephone. But we must not forget that the traditional telephone were the one which were invented before smart phones though they are slow in comparison to today's smart phones.

I may seem to have moved off topic but the argument I am holding here is true love is all powerful which can even melt the stone. This is my opinion and you may have your own too so it simply depends upon how you prove it.

Hard decision 2

It was really hard for me to move on.  I was trapped in the webs of society so it was impossible for me to stay. I walked on trying not to look back at him but I failed. I thought of looking at his deep eyes for one last time and turned back and then she was there 'his love of life'. I was amazed seeing her there. I had no idea why was she there?

"Enough of all this", I said to myself and went towards my destination. His images were still moving around my eyes but I tried diverting my attention. Just then, I thought if he really loved me he would have asked me to stay... He would have told his beloved what was in his heart but he simply stood there as a coward. Maybe all that mattered to him was his false prestige which would be damaged if he stayed with me.

Then what was it that I saw in his deep eyes? Wasn't it love? How can I be so much dumb? It shouldn't matter to me whether he loves me or not. The only thing that should matter is "love is only about giving not taking". If he wants to be with his "love of life" and loves his 'prestige' more than me, then let things be as it is.

Now it was time to return my motherland. I had departed for there 16 years ago promising my "motherland" that I would return one day and do something great for her. And the time had come. I returned "Nepal" with all my experiences and knowledge. I was sure that I would fulfill my promise and make my country world champion. But still his images were alive inside me and I continued my journey making his memory my strength.

Hard decision

My legs were moving but my eyes wanted to stay there. My body was going to leave that place but I felt as if my soul will forever remain there. My eyes were restless and my heart was pounding so heavily that I forcefully stopped my legs so that I could fix my body there for sometime.

My mind was telling my effort of hunting was useless but in my heart I had a tiny hope. My eyes weren't finding peace until I saw that face struggling among the crowd. Those dark black eyes were occupied with the liquid of love. But I was determined not to be weak in front of those dark black twinkling stars.

With the passing of every second, the physical distance was minimizing. Just then a drop of tear rolled down my cheek and I immediately tried wiping it away. He stood in front of me and we both were drowning inside each others eyes. There was so much to say but the silence spoke everything. And I could see that intense feeling in his eyes maybe he could see it in mine too.

All these years I have waited to see this feeling in his eyes  but now it was too late. We met due to destiny, fell in love due to destiny and now the same destiny was imparting us. I could hold for no longer so I turned back and tried to hide my tears. I could clearly hear James Blunt's hit "Goodbye my lover" being played in the background. I wanted to hug him and tell him about my feelings but I couldn't do that as this would be a hindrance in my decision. I finally turned back and said goodbye to him and the song continued...... 

To be continued......

That child !!

I saw her from a distance. She seemed innocent and her heart was pure. I could see the purity of her heart in her smile. She was really enjoying her life to the fullest. She didn't had any tension regarding her studies. She was neither worried about her career nor her cut off percentage. It seemed as if it was her last day in the earth. She was not worried about her future at all.

I had a strong feeling that I had met that child before. I was familiar with her carefree nature and indifferent attitude. I was familiar with her peaceful mind and pure heart. But my memories had betrayed me. I was feeling as if time had made me powerless and I was struggling for my existence.

I was not being able to talk to the child. I was struggling hard to solve my queries and then something beyond my expectation was waiting for me. I saw her.. the child's mother. It was her... my mother and she was calling the child by my name. What a confusing state? How is my mother suppose to be here? What a coincidence the child and I share the same name? And when I inspected the child closely, I saw that scar in her forehead. I was in my childhood and the girl who was so familiar to me was me....