Not just a "Cloth Donation"...

Eve of this Thursday we donated about 200 of cloths to those needy people, who actually knew the worth of those… nevertheless their thanksgivings to us were somewhere let us feel their experiences of those cold night without a blanket. Well the smiles on those innocent faces, made us to be proud, on our little effort. And I found that, not any single little deed for others goes in vain. It always gives benefit to both, who did it and to whom it for…

While on the way...

While on the way... A way which allures but never has destinations. A way which calls to taste its temptations but bring us so far from the peace of mind and soul. A way where every thing glitters and touch a lust but all  fake and momentary..!! steps sometimes shivers, listening some whispers. The whispers which howls around the ears... and tow its heel bloody to stop us... But at last that howling whispers loss its intense, and collapse into its name..

while on the way...we follow it ignoring the voice of goodness. A goodness in which always our soul rests... we let it feel an obsession of our apathy. Forgetting all the values and intrude all those boundaries...we compel ourselves to find out something that never exists. Nevertheless we know the quest will feed the darkness and leach our courage...

while on the way... we never try to realize what is right and wrong although we might aware what the results are. Our every little mistakes; which generally be ignorable for us, transforms in blunders some day...

we'll be poor enough if we generally fall in this 'yes and no' situations and yet does not take path of goodness... That whispers are the voice of soul and a real wisdom of man. And Wisdom tells us the right things, which always leads us in the path of God.

A howling crowd vs. A faith...

Remembering a lesson of my school days, when I read, the Abraham Lincoln’s letter to his son’s teacher. In which he wrote “Teach him to close his ears to a howling mob… and to stand and fight if he thinks he’s right.” It’s certainly true that, it is so easy and may be exciting to shout in crowd but to face bullets standing in front of that, and yet maintain a dignity. Of course all I’m talking about the dance performance from MBA dept. in an event of my college. Although they wouldn’t be able to mark a place over there, but the way they turned the shouting of the crowd into clapping and cheering was really commendable.

 The people who were hooting and discouraging them from the crowd on their coming, ultimately stood to give a big hand on their finish. Well it made me to recite the lines of my poem…

“He (God) told me the way is yet to cross…

To see the pain with end in sight…

In End you’ll see a valley of rose...

The End I told; its forever bright…”

And it’s actually true if you have faith in our self…then “you turn them into milestones, the stones people throw at you.”