The Optimist

They invariably state that I’m an unlucky young man! Whatsoever I do, it commences with a full-ton excitement and goals with the official announcement as a failure. There are times when I stick into something, in front of a huge crowd and facing them like a dumb stick; poor to utter what I’ve in my head. They neither agree or differ with what I’ve to talk, but engages in a state between these two. Blindly saying, I’m a FOOL! Simply then, why should I worry about them? Cause they mean to be a part of my lifetime? Was I someone who belonged to them? I haven’t done anything for myself; they give advices and so I make out it. But why? Why can’t I do the things that I like to serve alone? I’m independently strong and have the potential to do it. I’ve a strong will power inside me to accept who I’m, what I’m…. I know, the society in front of cares me whenever they need me! They’ve their own personal ‘fears’ and wishes to be achieved in life. If I’m a rebel by choice, then why should I….?!

I believe life is an unpredictable encounter between you and experiences. It wedges into your thoughts whenever or however, hardly you need it. When there are possibilities for me to escape from their choices, I never think why can’t I fall up an answer for me- myself? Instead of exacting charge of my decisions, I’m engaged or try to opine in the way they think about me. How should they think if I do like this, or that? Shit! I shouldn’t have done that, they’ll definitely scold me for answering this. If that occurs, they might blow me down. I shall be alone to face those criticisms from their side. I can’t bear it, so far I’m a sacred soul living for others; a pattern made by using their paints and light touches.

I’m really new to these thought provoking subjects! I had been introduced to these facts when I came to explore certain written contexts by others recently. People call them as writers or authors! Authors? The ones who reveal out their life or experiences or weird-dramatic plots through the flow of words to others who go past their time in contemplating it? An old man or women who took up to be weird through his appearance and thoughts from me? Those who wish to or explore or walk all round the cosmos as if like a rootless wanderer, taking for their vibrant thoughts and constantly seeking to switch the different form of happiness and joyousness in them?

Ugggg!! These were a little skeptical view I’d about those groups of people. They exhort us to realize our aspirations through their compositions! Instead of discovering myself, our paths try to change in accordance with the backup of their write-ups, whether it’s a novel or narrative or verse. Briefly saying, I’m not only trying to bind together with what they’ve written in a 100-200 page book, but also straying away from my direct route to retrieve the real me- a hidden identity in me, to describe me from their perspective. Isn’t it irritating to do then? Nope…! Never…. This is where I stood up in front of a society in a real world till the daytime when I hightailed it from their bounds. They call me insane because what I’ve done is against their estimations regarding my identity. My attitude speaks the things they haven’t ever attempted to research! They exist for passing their time in their offices and bring in the money for the day-to-day transactions, so enjoying a safe-recommended life of the society, and then a happy home.

Be an optimist, do believe in miracles and don’t retaliate your desires and choices for others; you’re a unique human-existence in this world of curiosities. Yes, every soul in this universe is unique in one or other way, and then their views also. Let the challenging conditions satisfies with who you’re…. Don’t be a coward, you’re alert, speak it out whatever your mind says. But then, we can endure and realize the actual aim behind our life here. 

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– Rahul

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Haiku: Life

Hey WP blooms,

I’m going to try an innovative stream for sharing my little thoughts and don’t know how far I could shine on this new way of expressing my insights via ‘Haiku’s’ over here! Consider this as my debut to a strange area of writing. I’ll try my level best to update some grating flamboyant stuffs and achieve a feather in ‘Haiku’s’ cap too! Hope you all will enjoy reading it.

Life may be indulging,

Recites by our hands

Or mercurial fire

Thanks,
 Rahul

Who is God? :)

Let me ask you some questions before we move in to the topic. I don’t know, whether there would be apt answers for each and every questions included below. Anyway, let’s have a look on that my dear blooms…. 🙂
Who is God?? Where did he comes from?? Did you ever saw him really?? Is he the creator of this world we are living now?? How he gets enough power to do this sort of magical extremes?? What does spirituality means?? Can’t we live without the presence of God?? Why there are separate almighty’s for Hindus, Christians, Muslims….etc…etc..??Even though he is a beloved person for all, why can’t he save us from the natural calamities, wars and all which is happening around the world in between??

Any PAKKA answers for the above mentioned facts??

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All this came to my mind when mom complains always about that I’m not going to temple or church these times, when I started going to college… I was a boy who used to run to my Murugan or Saraswathi or Jesus Christ once at least once in a month during school days. Now why I don’t feel to go there? Why? It is just because, I always convey my each moment to them, speak to them when I am alone looking at nothing, with full belief that they hear me and they love to hear me. I don’t want a time or place for that. I feel it senseless, to find points artificially and telling them. They know me, I know them. And that’s more than enough. Moreover, my concept of temple is that it is a place where you are said to gain positive energy, a place where each one of you bow down irrespective of positions and richness, a place where a virtual complaint box is there, a bribing give and take…. I always leave it to people who believe and those who get a confidence with it. For me, I don’t want it for all that. I feel certain other things more important. 🙂

I know myself well, who the real god is! 🙂

My mother…my temple is her heart…when she feels happy because of me, I feel that it is the blessing from god…and gets the confidence that I get more power and energy. My positivity is her smile for me. I am her complaint box, her consolation, hence it is not a one way process…. That is why I consider it more than a temple… And i get so happy with small things very soon… like what I used to say, giving water and food for those birds and animals, touching earth first with my hands asking for permission to step on it as I wake up, the sincere love and care that I can show to my dear ones… That is the real blessing for me… God is in those small acts…small smiles of others because of me…that brings the most positive energy that drives me forward… God send me angels in the right time and makes them do things for me… I feel the miracle many a times… 🙂
Am I not blessed? Do I want more with the walls and idols in a temple? :/

We all are just spectators of him! 🙂


This is a kind letter from your son, Mom! 🙂

My dear Amma,
I have more lively figures of your gods in and around me! They smile with your lips, they bless me with your arms that hold me… You pray for me, you smile for me and I shall be blessed. 🙂

“Living characters are the PERFECT examples of God ALMIGHTY

Thanks,
Rahul