A Story Money Can't Buy!!

In this world of extreme competition, having a good amount of money is a necessity. Money buys us stuff. But, it can never let us buy a beautiful smile from an unknown person. So, i am gonna tell you all a story which involves both money and a smile which actually made me believes, ""You always know what is right and what is wrong. You just have to take a step which is a little harder"".

It all starts one fine morning when i was going to my college. Mostly, i drive my Activa on the way to college. But, on that particular day, as has often been the case, i chose to go via a local bus. So, i went on the bus stop at around twenty past eight and waited. I needed to board the bus from Jail Chungi to Begumpul. After waiting for around 5-10 minutes, the bus finally came but it was over crowded. But, as all of those who've travelled in a local bus know, it was absolutely normal. And, since i wanted to reach my class by 9(which i never do), i boarded the bus instantly. There was a complete chaos inside, as expected. I couldn't remember who all were there inside the bus, but i remember one fine girl wearing a ""burka"" which made me wonder how her face looks like, and how she smiles. Well, that didn't happen.

The journey between my boarding stops takes about 10 minutes and costs 8 INR. And, due to the fact that the bus was very crowded, the bus conductor could come to me for a ticket only when i was about to de-board. So, i gave him a 100 rupee note. He needed to return me 92 rupees. But, i don't how, he returned me 192 INR or 152 INR(I don't remember the actual sum, but it was one of the two).
As soon as i came down, i knew that he had made a terrible mistake. I wanted to return the extra money, as the bus was standing right in front of me, but i didn't. I let it pass through. If i wanted, i could have returned the money to him then and there, but, honestly, at that one moment, i wanted to steal his money and run. I made a feeble call to the conductor which only i could hear.  And, in the process, the bus was gone.

But, then came a moment in my life when i had the chance to do the right thing. When i had the courage to walk the path less travelled. When i had the option to choose the story i wanted to tell.  Immediately, i boarded an auto from Begumpul to Ghantaghar, and i could see the bus at some distance. I told the auto driver to follow the bus and soon began the game of cat and mouse. Whenever the auto came close to the standing bus, it started moving again, and again! It happened twice or thrice until i could finally catch up with the bus where it got stuck in traffic right at the point when it was about to change its course to the City Railway Station.
I remember the rest completely. I came out of the auto. I looked into the eyes of the conductor who was standing at the door of the bus. I ran up to him and gave him his extra money. He looked at me in amazement, as if asking me the questions that i didn't want to answer, and he just smiled. I smiled back at him.

That was the story. I didn't write this story to score any brownie points to build up my image. Actually, i felt that i needed to tell this story to everyone to tell them how completed i felt at the moment when i got the 2 most beautiful gifts , a smile, and ""a story money can't buy''. To tell them, that even though i don't remember the sum of money i returned to the guy, i remember his unconditional smile.

In the end, i would just say that if you feel that you don't have your own story to tell, you can always have one by following what your heart says, by walking the path only some could dare to walk, by choosing what is something ""culturally"" different and difficult, but is always right. That is how i make my own stories..!!

Written by- Naman Bansal.

The beauty of being a woman.

Woman, a term used to coin a female human, definitely does not mean "woo-man". She is a mother, a sister, a daughter, a wife, a friend and more importantly, she is human. In today's world though, she's Nirbhaya too.
Whatever you give a woman, she is going to multiply it. If you give her a sperm, she will give you a baby. If you give her a house, she will give you a home.If you give her your respect, she will give you her life. If you give her liberty, she will give you her love but if you give her any wrong, she will give you a whole lot of smashing.

 The journey of being a woman in INDIA-

She is born. She is happy. But, her family wanted a son. She didn't know it now, for she is just a child. She craves for her father's lap, but silently acknowledges when her father's lap is occupied by her own little brother, for she is told that she is a good sister. Now, she goes to school, but not the same as her brothers', for she is told that it involves a lot of money and she is a good daughter. Now, she is a little grown up, but is told not to wear a skirt, for she is told that she is a good girl. She is stared shamelessly by an unknown, but she is told to remain silent, for she is a timid character. Now, she enters her womanhood, and is told to leave her home and get married to someone she don't really know. She is now a wife, and no longer a daughter, for she is told that it is her destiny. She now feels a kick in her womb, and her whole world changes. She is now a mother. She spent her whole life feeding her children her own meal, but at the winter of her life, she has her eyes stuck on the door of the hospital waiting for that last meal from them. A meal that can let her eyes shut down. But that meal never came.Facing all this, there she is, strong and shining like a diamond!

 Woman- An eternal smile.

 Having to occupy so many roles throughout her endearing journey, she never complains and she never lets her smile fade away. Not only does she smiles throughout, she endures, and smiles. A world without her smile is like a body with no heart. That is the beauty of being her. Knowing the reality of the world in which she lives in, still managing that smile is a brave thing to do. It is a thing only some could do and it is definitely a thing no man can do.

Women- Strength Personified.

When we see a woman, we generally picture her crying over small issues say, for example, watching  an emotional movie. But, the very fact of her crying does not make her timid. In fact, it makes her even stronger due to the fact that she does not pretend to be someone she is not. Not everyone can do that.
 She might be enduring the pain this world is giving her, but when she decides to raise her voice, the whole world listens She is a single mother, and a proud one too. She is a little overweight but she is always inspirational. 

In the end, little things like her grace, care, temper, compassion, and even unpredictible emotions at time, all
 of it makes her more beautiful. And, to be the one to bring a new life into this world, makes her beauty unparalleled.

Nobody should try to limit the things a woman could or should do. What we need today is not giving woman a special status, but giving her the liberty to explore those limitations. That's all she needs.
So, in the starting the, question was, "What is the beauty of being a woman?". In the end, it should rather be, "Is there any beauty without a woman?"

Written by-Naman Bansal.

PLEASE~-~ ""SEND IT TO ME""

Hey guys, its been a quite tiring day for me today. My legs and back were paining like hell since i came back from the college but just one, only one line came into my mind form nowhere and now i am ready with my yet another poem with all my pain in ""vain""...hope you all like it...Its called ""SEND IT TO ME"". ;)

Send it to me the star that you dream on,
  i will make it fall for you.
Send it to me the mirror that you peep on,
  i will make it smile for you.
Send it to me the flowers that you hold on,
  i will make them dance for you.
Send it to me the dark of your closed eyes,
  i will make it light for you.
Send it to me the pillow of your mornings,
  i will make it sing for you.
Send it to me the first hug of your morning,

 i will make it forever for you.
Send it to me the grass that you walk on,
  i will make it rose for you.
Send it to me the credence of your world,
  i will make it believe in you.
Send it to me the cactus of your heart,
  i will make it bleed for you.
Send it to me the ""Sahara"" of your life,
  i will make it ""Cherrapunji"" for you.
 
After all of that you have send it to me, at last,
   Send it to me the weight of your heart,
   that at any time broke you apart,
   In the presence of moonlit dreams,
   i will throw it in the deep sea beneath,
   i  will set it all ablaze,
   i will make it swept by waves, and
   ""we"" will see it go down in vain,
   that will take all of of my pain, and
   i could finally say it proudly,
   the love of my life didn't go in vain...!!!!

I hoooooooooooooopppppppeeeeeeee youuuuuu alll liked it....Thanks for reading. Until next time, its be from my side. Take care and be good..!!!

OUR ""ONE"" MINUTE..!!

 Hey everybody, my previous post was kind of very serious. Isn't it? Well, this post is about the thing about which my friends say i am expert in and i.e about love. Its a poem that i'd wriiten a long time ago while tinking about someone. I found it craving for rehabilitation so i decided to post it. Read it and please tell me you liked it or not. I wish you miss someone after reading this.

I woke up in the morning and found you in my head,
I messaged you instead, and
slept again by my bed.
In the process,
I set the alarm,and
after a minute,
i heard it getting unarmed .
I wondered i'd set it some wrong, so,
I checked in and pressed on, and
found out i'd been dead for since a hour long..!!

 ^-^                             ^-^                                    

Out of the blue,
in my head comes a thought new,
that also surrounds just you, and
told me i was with you.
From the past 1 hour on the world clock, or
I should rather say,
from the past one minute on ""our"" world's clock,
we were living our life together,
in the dreams only ours,
in the quilt only mine,
in the eyes only yours..!!


I woke up finally still with you in my head,
I messaged you all my smiles,and,
you gave me all your kisses,
though only for a while. :p
I talked to you and you talked to me,
I said i love you and you said you love me too.
I texted i miss you and you texted you miss me too..!! :*





Now its evening, and
I am talking to you,
but still i am missing you.
I am sitting with no one around,
but still i find you all around.
With my head up or down,
with my eyes close or shut,
with my ears open or deaf,
with my heart throbbing or still,
I feel you, i miss you and i love you...!!!


I hope you all liked this. Well, until next time its bye from my side. Take care and be good...:)))

OUT OF HEART'S NATION!!

Right from the starting of our lives we crave to be in the angel's lap. We all come across many people in life, individually or simultaneously, who act as ""the one"" for us. The first angel that we come across in our life is our mother. The first person who resides in our ""small"" heart is her. I think as we all grow up, maybe the size of our heart goes big, so the number of angels residing in it. The reason why i am writing all this because i remembered an incident where a son graduated from IIT murdered the first angel of his  life for second , later angel!! What a pathetic son, human being he is. Sometimes when i am alone and think of this incident, i try to feel the last 5 minutes of the old angel's life. All her life she has lived for this moment, to see her own son ending her for ""nothing"".

This one incident gives me the reason to think negative and also the reason to write this post, positive for sure. Today's post is about my perception on ""BLOOD vs BOND"" i.e blood relations VS non-blood relations in our life.
  I think all of you must have watched the movie ""Kaminey"" starring Shahid Kapoor. Remember? If you haven't then you should. We all know the depth of truth in the cinema that Vishal Bhardwaj(director) presents infront all of us in all of his movies. The lesson the movie gives us is somewhat important but unnoticed by many. It tells us that no relation is above ""blood relation"".
We all come across many cases where we see the mother/father/brother/sister being hurt to the greatest extent and sometimes removed for someone out of heart's nation. I agree that the ""SHAITAAN"" inside us that wakes up for a small duration of time makes those good people culprits for which most of them regret for most of their lives. But, can't we stop that Shaitaan? I am trying to say that yes, we can, by just a lucid thought.

There's no doubt that there's someone divine that gives us two most important things in our life i.e mother and father. Out of the 7 point something billion people in this world we have only one mother, one father and few siblings.Right? And how many friends do we make in our whole lifetime? There's no limit to that thing in particular in the same way there's no limit in getting attached to people out of our heart's nation.A mother once lost is forever lost. No matter how hard we try we can't replace her with anybody else. Wo kehte hai na sab duniya ek taraf aur ma ek taraf. But, one friend can be replaced by other, one gf/bf with other, actually that is the trend that's been followed all over the world. Isn't it?

Think and try to go more deeper in the thought, i bet you'd realise the hidden unnoticed truth of life that exists in it.
""Shaitaan originates and kills, we can  kill it by thinking deeper not only about the consequences of Shaitaan but also the hint of truth that resides in its origination.""

 Until next time its bye from my side. Take care and be happy and help all those fighting with this Shaitaan by sharing this post..!!! :P
 

PROMISE I Didn't KEEP!!

I know it has been almost 4 months since i opened this blog. As my mother is away today to be with my sister and my friends in college to be with studies even on Sunday, i am here, alone in my room and thinking. As i was going through all the posts that i'd written on this blog that i claim to love so much, i found out that i actually loved it shortly. Over the past 4 months, each day i crave to write something, some thoughts that ping out of my head from nowhere but i didn't. Sometimes the reason was that i have to get of my bed and pick a pen & paper to jot the thing i love. Sometimes the reason was that i was too busy with my mobile in one hand and books in other that i thought to give my thoughts a shit! But these thoughts are never worth giving a shit. They were something else!!

Each day of my life i fight with my inner self. Each and every single day i am trying to find me. For once, i find me being in full control of the actions i do and thence i find myself being totally out of control. I know how does it feel to promise someone to get the best marks in class and failing in it. What it does to me, it made me think before i promise and that really sucks.What it does, it also made me clear that before promising someone, promise yourself because it hurts more deeply to fall in your own eyes rather than falling in someone else's. The same is the case with this blog too. I promised and i succumbed by thinking that i am busy! I know how does it feel to be rejected & i know how does it elates to be accepted, i know how does it hurt to fail badly & rise sharply, i know how does it pinch to be betrayed & trusted by the best. I know everything that a man could ask for to turn a table of goods towards himself.

Anyways, this first post is going quite heavy for me & for you as well. So, i'll jut end it up here. There are loads & loads of thing to tell you all. I hope you all will love me even more than you loved me before. I am a changed man now. Earlier i used to dream with my eyes close, now i am craving to live my dream with my eyes open. Promises will be kept this time. To start with, i am studying the subject i hate i.e FED.
 :))

A quote from my notebook-
     Promises does not want only to be fulfilled, they actually want to be tried to fulfill each time we fail, with more stringent force than before.
 

NEUROFIBROMATOSIS!!

Today i want to introduce you a kind of disease that by no means is ordinary. I came to know about this disease via television.It moved me into tears when i looked at the condition of the people suffering from it. There's very little what we can do about it but we can do one or two important things for sure, praying for them and accepting them as a part of our society. 


Neurofibromatosis (commonly abbreviated NF; neurofibromatosis type 1 is also known as von Recklinghausen disease) is a neurocutaneous syndrome that can affect many parts of the body, including the brain, spinal cord, nerves, skin, and other body systems. NF can cause growth of non-cancerous tumors on nerve tissue, producing skin and bone abnormalities.

NF is defined by tumors, called neurofibromas, that grow along nerves in the body or on or under the skin. As the tumors increase in size, they can press on vital areas of the body, causing problems in the way the body functions.

Neurofibromas often first appear in childhood, especially during puberty. NF is occasionally diagnosed in infancy (in children with more apparent cases), but more often in kids between 3 and 16 years old.

The first noticeable sign is almost always the presence of brown café au lait spots. These distinctive spots don't hurt or itch and never progress to anything more serious than spots. They can be found anywhere on the body, though not usually on the face. Tiny ones — freckles — may be seen under the arms or in the groin area.

Of the two types of neurofibromatosis — NF1 and NF2 — NF1 is more common, occurring in 1 of every 2,500-3,000 births and affecting an estimated 100,000 Americans. It is also known as von Recklinghausen disease.

There is no cure for the condition itself, the only therapy for patients with neurofibromatosis is a program of treatment by a team of specialists to manage symptoms or complications. Surgery may be needed when the tumors compress organs or other structures. Less than 10% of people with neurofibromatosis develop cancerous growths; in these cases, chemotherapy may be successful.

Although there is no cure for NF, the Neurofibromatosis Association is optimistic there will be an effective treatment within the next five to ten years. For families with NF, genetic screening and counselling is available.

The Elephant Man!


Joseph Carey Merrick (5 August 1862 – 11 April 1890), sometimes incorrectly referred to asJohn Merrick, was an English man with severe deformities who was exhibited as a human curiosity named the Elephant Man.

In The Arms Of A Kid!!

The last published post went for all good with all my readers appreciating it. Well, thank you all of you for the generosity! But, don't you think i missed out something there? It seemed a satire too heavy on the mankind?
 So, this time, lets make this burden little less of a burden . We are gonna talk about "man", man wearing "one particular" non-satire uniform, the uniform of a kid!!


Well, if you ask anybody about the best phase of their life they would probably say, "When i was in the "arms" of a kid". You might be pondering what the hell does this mean? In simple words, it means the best phase of every human occurs when they were kids themselves. I bet you'd agree me on that. Don't you? The reason being everything seems to be a child's play when we were child ourselves. Everything, starting from our parents to an electricity poll, from a "ready to bite dog" to a "pacifier teddy", looks like a kid's slave and that is why we consider ourselves "in the arm of a kid" all the time.
See the kid alongside in the arm of a "skirt" ;)


But, as the time progresses nothing remains the same. All of us become the slave of this life which we claim to be ours. But, is it really ours? Well, i don't think so. We get buried down under the hopes of our parents and the society, the responsibility to live an "ironical" meaningful life seems so cunning that we actually end  up killing the "real" self that resides within all of us, the self that always want us to be in the arms of a kid and we end being called as "mature" or any other synonym. We live the life claiming it to be ours but actually succumbing it to the others! Well, that's how this life works, and we being its puppets have to live it.

 But, we humans, are very clever or, i would say, magical. Even though we know that we can't overlook our slavery what we do is that we take some time off it and go back in the golden arms of a kid. The time where a mature just wanna be a kid, just wanna act like him, just wanna do some stupid gross stuffs and make his own "real" self laugh with a loud roar. The laughter that needs no reason to originate and no reason to fade away.

The time that no one can take away from you is the time when you break-free from the chains of matureness and enters the world of a kid's arms, which i feel, is the best time of your life!

There's a kid lying within all of us. Don't let it die because if it does we are going to lose our own real property. Be a kid for some time even though you might be hanging with your last time. :p

I hope you all liked this. Please do comment and share your views with me, it really help me and i am sure, one day,  it will help the society as well! Until next time, take care and be good. ;)

MAN!!!

Well, if you google out the topic of my discussion you would find the whole lot of definitions but my personal favourite goes on like this, "A man is a bipedal primate mammal of the genus Homo(H.sapiens) that is anatomically related to the great apes but is distinguished by greater development of  the brain with resulting capacity for articulate speech and abstract reasoning, by marked erectness of body carriage with corresponding alteration of muscular balance and loss of prehensile powers of the foot, and by shortening of the arm with accompanying increase in the thumb size". 


Well,  i know many of you might not "completely" comprehend what this google guy is trying to elucidate (i don't understand it either) and the reason being that the above quoted lines aren't, in any way, linked to the human definition of "man". It is a medical definition and it lacks the basic element of the human life i.e the emotions.
No one out there reading this post is an infant to what emotions are. Well, i would rather say we are the "happy slaves" of these emotions. Don't you agree?

Now, since you have gone through the "google-medical" definition, i would also like you to go through the "naman-emotional" definition cum poem of a man! It may seem a satire to many of you but it actually is an "attempted" satire. ;)

Man clears his throat,

A single man playing with his power

but not his heart to "say".

Man bring his body,
but not his soul to "work".

Man bless for success,
but "dream" of failure.

Man respects Kalidas's "sheets",
but adores Gates's "computer".

Man is a "stringent" intruder,
but demands "soft" privacy.

Man is an "orchestrator",
but designs "destruction" for it.

Man can peep his shadow in the water,
but don't expect the water to peep in to him!

Man declares himself as a non-diplomat,
but actually he is himself the the life's biggest "irony".


Man is a "misguided" follower who climbs up with pain,
mountains of hopes heaped in his own brain.
Then, old age and experience,
lead him to his "self" death,
and make him understand,
after a search so painful, and so long,
That all his life he has been in the "wrong"!!



All these above lines define man in some way or other. Just like i tried to define him with the world of my experience, you can also do the same by posting your thoughts as comments wheather on FACEBOOK or the BLOG. Hope you like "naman-emotional" defintion of man. Waiting eagerly like never before for your comments over this one! Until next time, its bye from my side. Take care and try to avoid, a little, your "self" death. . .;)

I AM BACK!!!

It's been over a month or so since i wrote last. I don't know why but i wasn't feeling to, so i didn't. Well, many things have happened with my life since the last post. Some things totally blew away the cherry form the cake of my life and some things bring back the cherry with glittering red. Well, that's what called the real cake, isn't it?

Now, I am back. With my best friend i.e this blog.
So, here i am sharing a poem that i have written some time back(many of you might have read it).

I may be a loner, but

i am not a lofer.

I wish you BELIEVE it.

I may be a lover, but

i am not unloyal.

I wish you TESTED it.

I may be an atheist, but

i believe in your words.

I wish you KNOW it.

I may be a winner,but

i am always beatable.

I wish you PROVE it.

I may be a coconut, but

i am easily  broken.

I wish you SEE it.

You may be breathing happily, but

I am happily breaking.

I may seem surrounded, but

i am generally crowded.

I wish you FEEL it.

I may be behind the window, but

i am always looking at you.

I wish you TASTED it.

I may be smilling, but

it is you in my smile,

it is you in my eyes,

it is you in my life.

I hope you look into my eyes, and then,

wish you to see my smile, and then,

win you to be my life!

For now,

I am simply looking at you, 

because,

I may be a LONER, but

I am not a LOFER!!

Ahaan..Hope you all liked it. Now for the next post i am gonna write something out of ordinary. Wait and watch.

Until next time, as i always say, take care and be happy. :))))