Success...

Success is only a word for few. A word which may change a life forever…

But I wonder what this Success means. Is it a thirst for money or a recognition of the people or being famous or rising high & soaring over the sky? What is it?

In my childhood I used to feel always that leaving a mark in a person`s life is the most tough thing and if someone is able to do so, then that person might call herself/himself to be successful. But as the time passed by I realized that creating a mark on someone`s life is mere next to impossible.

But somehow I tried to do so, while I travelled up and down along the path of LIFE. My batch mates always used to look up to me when they were in serious problem. I tell you something that they remembered me when they had their own set of problems. I realized that somehow I don’t feel that urge to earn money. But the fact is that I feel to be SOMEONE KNOWN BY EVERYONE. Ah..!After along period I said these words again. 

Gaining momentum and maturity in the small path of Life, I felt it’s important to have a self realization. A realization in which no one knows me better than myself. But in the urge of doing so...I slowly started to loose my self confidence and also found a new ME…in the midst of the difficulties. I cleared off the barriers from the path of my achievement. Slowly I realized that I have grown into a little more mature lady. Was it a success for me? I just couldn’t find the answer.

Success is a huge word having a lot of facts in it. I feel that being successful doesn’t mean to be in a glamorous world with a lot of money and fame. But it should be that world in which though there might not be glamor but there is persistent amount of happiness in it. To be successful is being in peace with one self.

The night before the TRIP.....

 It has been a regular affair in our family…As we plan to go outside the previous night all the members seems to have a sudden gush of humour hormone .All jokes including the PJ and the good ones comes like lightning.

Sometimes I and my brother after a long period of laughter realize that’s it already too late. But something keeps on moving in our body that keeps us giggling constantly till late night. But the fact is that sometimes the loss due to these guffaws are huge… we had once literally missed our train. Though it was awful but we did not had time to grumble since we were busy playing blame games as to who was more responsible for missing of the train. Rather, in brief we were discussing who was cracking more jokes than the often…

Sometimes I really enjoy the whole scene. Being the eldest it has always been pleasure watching my siblings grow. I always had an upper hand in whole lot of things but never had satisfaction till I had imposed my supremacy over my small siblings.

But with time they have also grown & now they deny listening to my supremacy. But it is so nice to have a family where my younger sister behaves like SHE is the ELDEST & my brother takes me to be the SMALLEST among all…Sometimes I try to prove that I am supreme..But then it all goes into vain.

The day before we are all going for a tour it is always a natural gush of adrenalin which leads us to the sheer emotion of excitement. We were very confident that next day we will be on time at station with our luggage though till the midnight the packing was on. Its really wonderful to be a part of this kind of family.