My biggest surprise ever

It was nearly mid night; I was sitting alone in my room where I usually did all my writing. I knew if I threw down my pen and paper I had taken up to write the story, I would not be able to touch them again till this time tomorrow. Silence lay deep around me... the light from the lamp on the table crept out through the window and threw fearful shadow on the thick darkness outside. I must confess, I’ m a coward by nature. I closed and bolted the windows...
That night I was all alone in the house, everyone went out for some or the other work. Nobody bothered that I was scared of darkness. I heard weird sounds and I got very scared. I removed the curtain and I saw huge shadow. I ran in the other parts of the house and closed all the other window’s and curtained them. I then went to the kitchen to bring some water as I was going I heard a sound as if something broke, I was in dilemma I was sweating , I thought that the person would be inside the house or may be behind me, I just turned around and what I saw was a glass fallen which made me scared. I picked up the glass pieces and threw them in the dustbin.
I went out of the kitchen and passed through the drawing room and as I walked through the stairs for my room I thought as if somebody was following me but as I turned around I found no one there. I really got scared now, I just wanted to get inside my room and bold till the time sun comes so that I can get out of the house. I ran to my room and closed my door I heard the ticking of the watch and I saw it was 11 40. I moved little bit of the curtain and I saw darkness outside. I thought of talking to my friend, I took my phone and what I saw was again a horror the charge was too low and the charger was in the drawing room where I had no courage to go again. I then thought of chatting with
After some time the door bell rang, I got more scared as no one was expected so late night; my parents were coming back a day later. I decided not to open the door at any cost, the bell rang 5 to 6 times and it finally stopped. After it stopped I rushed down the stairs to call my parents and let them know about all this. As I came down I thought as if some tree fell off on the roof or our garden I tried looking for it through the window, I found the world’s deadliest creature, a snake on our garden chair. I got much scared by now, I again heard the ticking of the clock it was 11:55 now, that day my own house was the unsafe place for me on the earth.
I called my parents and they rejected my call, I called my brother he could not receive my call, probably this was not the right time to call either. I had no other option but to get back to my room. I ran towards my room picking up the charger from the drawing room so that I could talk to my friend. I went to my room again bolted it, and went on my bed, I called my friend and even he dint pick up my call may be he slept early today. But why only today? I thought of calling my other friend and by the time I could do that I again heard door bell. Now it rang couple of times and I had to go down to open the door. I took torch with a long bamboo stick to be safe. I passed my drawing room and it was going to be 12:00, I asked on the door, who it was, I saw through the hole and could see no one. I had no choice but to open the door, my hands were shivering and I somehow managed to open the door.
I saw no one at the door, I came little forward and someone from back closed my eyes. My hands almost became chill I was sweating. I heard some noises of people around, but I couldn’t recognise them. They made me sit on the chair. I heard the screeching sound of the table. I smelled the chocolate around me and the pungent smell of the match stick. Finally when they opened my eyes and I saw bright setting with people gathered around me, I saw a huge chocolate cake in front of me. As it was 16th march my birthday. This was the scariest day and the best birthday for me ever.

A Dream that came true.

Ever since I knew that India had a place like Kashmir, I always had dream to go there. I was six years old when my dad told me about this region and that time I came to know a state called Kashmir. Today after thirteen years I could finally visit my dream land, which was really like a dream come true. Kashmir was always my dream land, no reason why but something attaches me it pulls me always. I have gone to beautiful places in east India and south India but still Kashmir’s beauty pulled me, its Sarine beauty, its calmness midst all the tensions, the beauty of the gardens, monuments, lakes, temple which prevails there always makes me love it more and more . Even with curfews and police around it really looks the most beautiful place. Trust on my words once you visit you can never compare it with any other state. Even the smallest Chinar leaf has so many things to say. India has so many places to visit but why only Kashmir? Whenever I hear this name a smile comes on my face. I feel as if this is the only place which gives me happiness, calmness, peacefulness and enjoyment. As many times I go I can never get bored of this place. Every time I see anything in Kashmir it is different from what I saw last time. I flew from Bangalore to Kashmir from the flight I saw mountains covered with white carpet. At the age of six when I had no clue about war, terror I always dreamt of having a house in Kashmir, which will be covered with snow all the time. There not even a single thing which I hate about Kashmir, everything is so adorable.
As soon as I landed on my dream land, I looked around the birds, the clear sky and they all were happily welcoming me. Although all were same creature but all had different things to say. The sound itself of the bird used to get thrill in my mood. My first foot on the ground made me realize how lucky I was to be here, a feeling which can never be penned down. Kashmir itself is a brave state and so are the people. The forces which protect them are bravest of all and so is my dad. We took our convey and went to Manasbal where my dad was posted, it was such a beautiful experience, with huge houses, apple trees, bullet proof vehicles, weapons. I stayed there for 20 days and each day was an amazing experience. Beautiful girls, amazing art, extraordinary embroideries and what not, this place have so much with it, although it is the most dangerous state still it’s most beautiful one. I went to Sonamarg and Thajiwas Glacier played with snow and enjoyed every moment as this was last minute of my life. I went to many places and finally to the highest tourist place in Asia Gulmarg also called "Meadow of Flowers". Visiting all these places is really like a dream come true.
Every day was special and had special memories; each day was like gift of god for me.

Not Only ' We' Even ' I ' Can Make A Difference....

Can we make a difference or not????? Everyone thinks so as to what differences will I make if I vote, what difference will I make if I protest, what difference will my one voice make???? But we do forget that ‘’with drops of water become an ocean’’. Your one vote can make an illegible party lose, and make a deserving party win the election. Your voice to take a protest can make an innocent person get justice; your voice can act as life saver for people then why keep quiet and hide your feelings as you can save someone and as you save the whole country from.

We at times don’t realize but even half a thing can make a big difference in our life as adding extra pinch of salt or sugar changes the entire shape of the dish. One thing can get an entire change in your life let that be fuel price or vegetable or taking a protest to save girl child, things sound too psylosophical but are true as to how many us actually want to do something we all live with the attitude of ‘’ chalta hai’’ just because it doesn’t harm. May be today it doesn’t harm you but tomorrow it can be you who would fall prey to it.

Let’s all start up and try making a difference as you your one voice and save one and thousand of lives.

Walking Back The Days....

While ideally sitting today I went back the memory lane of my childhood when we enjoyed innocently when every act of ours was special in one or the other way. I recalled the days when going to school was the biggest punishment that one could give me sitting on my Tri Cycle with red face short hair fair skin blue dress and blue bag was me trying to convince my parents of letting me take leave . Every day was one or other reason with stomach ache or legs paining ;).But convincing parents is not easy so couldn’t I but made effort everyday but all were in vain. With red face watery eyes I used to finally stand in my dad scooter and ride to my school. Saturdays and Sundays were the best days of the week that time on Friday every one could see that happiness on my face because of holiday.. I feel something like this happens with everyone but could be it happened more with me.. You might think it’s exaggerated but all this is really true.
Those were the days when I used to stand on table and dance till fell tired. Evening were of great fun as me my brother and my father used to see who is the strongest and to prove that I am the strongest I used to climb the bed and you ‘’ see I ‘m the strongest ‘’ . I was less than half of what I ‘m today and my brother used to call me ‘’ makodi pehelvaan’’ .
That was real fun with me and my brother sitting in our two small cycles and trying to win over each other, though he was stronger and elder to me but still even he was a kid by then, kids are allowed to win always ;) .
Many such memories but fun were something like these , we grew up and now just have memories and matured fun which may be later in my life will sound funny to me.

With Wings To Fly Still We Cant....

You kill people you call that JIHAD.. how will committing a SIN be called jihad???You kill people you make children orphan, you make wives widow, you make old parents lose there support by killing there children and you call this JIHAD. Without blessings who will gives you Jihad sir?????? By all these SINS your ‘’negatives’’ points are being which according to me is not the solution for JIHAD . help people solve problems , love them that’s what is your ladder to your ‘’JIHAD’’, you create mess around , you create panic among people this all shows that you want to be the rulers of the world with every one in your hand. GOD never said us to commit these SINS…. Yes we do commit sins and why not but creating a sin by killing someone who is innocent I don’t think thats sin I guess its more than a sin and for such sinners hell is always well and why not they must suffer the most of their life so that they can realize the importance of life and the importance of them whom they had killed… with one community doing this the whole community is spoilt which becomes obvious for a common man to look up a person from such communities as a JIHADI..

People say no one is born so, yes why not who is born as a culprit but for killing someone also you must have heart of a culprit….

MY HEART GOES AWAYS WITH ALL THOSE WHO LOSE THEIR LIVES IN SUCH INCIDENCE BUT MY HEART DOENT GO WITH ‘’ suicide bombers’’..hope to live a sinner free life

Maira No. Kab Aayega....

Even after 60 yrs of Independence we want Independence in Expressing our views , in Living the way we want to , in doing what we want to…with democracy in our hands we still run for freedom that the birds enjoy… we r jealous of them so we prison them. Even today how many of us enjoy life the way we want it to , before doing one thing our heart talks thousands of time killing us and killing our desires. Today when I do something I think so many times what my society will say what my relatives will say but biggest point is I don’t think what I want what our heart desires about.. I wonder if I m living for myself or for others. We are living in society where expressing your views are considered no less than a SIN. I can’t speak what I can to myself in loneliness. Today we can neither stand up to raise voice for politically wrong things neither can we stand up for something which is ‘’unaccepted in society’’. Its we who have made the acceptable and unacceptable for us in this society.. Times have changed technology has changed from diaries we have come to blogs but our mentality is still the third grade one where societal rules are in abundance. Let it be educationally or in friendship we r still following those societal norms which we don’t want to forget.

Why even after so many years we are still in cage from which we all want to be free .. we want a life where expressing are feelings should be part of our democracy .. and we do want to enjoy that DEMOCRACY which are country proudly salutes to.