Being LONELY at MIDST of SUCCESS...

Loneliness is simply a word sometimes and sometimes it becomes a part of oneself. It is sometimes the worst part…But the question which had always troubled me is that why a person does feels/becomes lonely?

In childhood the parents and the school gathering makes up for the loneliness but as we grow up to be a teenager there are certain things which is just very awkward. There are things that we are unable to define or rather understand. Eventually as we are out of that particular state it’s a very weird situation in front of us. We have crossed our school boundary & is about to reach the graduation section…which is always meant for the matured people.

We laugh at our self, thinking and guessing when did we exactly became MATURE…..But things roll on…we are at that time already heading on towards being something which we always had aspired to be. DREAMS of LIFE we revive and in the long run it becomes only the cause for our survival.

At the time when we are just budding up from the so called teenager to a matured person...We experience the most treasured and the most beautiful emotion of life & that is what we call LOVE…rather in an immature state we earlier used to refer as crush.

With friends we giggle about that person, we are just getting too much attached to that person with the passing time. Slowly slowly we realize that relation is everything but suddenly the young minds bend towards the practicality chooses the MATERIALISTIC TREASURES rather than SILLY LOVE. Rising higher higher is the only DREAM persists that binds the soul towards the ZENITH of MATERIALISTIC SUCCESS.

As we reach higher and higher we become more and more thoroughly engrossed in work and leaving aside so called SENTIMENTS…we move forward. As we SUCCEED towards our GOAL suddenly it’s LONELY. The desired dream of the LIFE has been fulfilled...But still something goes out missing...the person with whom the HAPPINESS can be shared off….

Again led back by LIFE we try to reach up to our OLD FRIENDS whom we have just shunned off while FLYING with SOMEONE in AIR….But sadly they have already moved on…..

LONELINESS strikes again in HEART and this time it’s pretty HARD...so HARD…that we are closed in the CHAMBER OF THE OFFICE working whole day to get a relief from the BURNING THOUGHTS…

Realization and sobs are a regular affair in that state of mind..A grief-stricken heart finds HAPPINESS in the WORK & looses one self in the midst of the same MATERIALISTIC WORLD…

Being a READER....

Books are the best friend of a person was being told by my mom in my childhood. I never really cared to give a thought to the same to understand the true meaning. It was like an additional burden which I didn’t wanted to take above my school books. But at this age, I realize from the heart that I had been wrong in my action towards the books. I felt at first that it’s already too late to start up with new practice. But with an acceptance of my being an ignorant person about the utility of books, I started reading them.

I really feel very poor of myself that I have not read books. Sometimes it’s very shameful to ask about small minute facts that should be known by a reader. Being such a stage of life where nothing new can be started off…I started. It’s a kind of victory for me because patience is a character which I don’t have in myself.

I love writing…though I always fail to understand myself from where do I get such thoughts to write on. Though I write but still why till date I haven’t loved reading. It’s really very uncomfortable asking such question about one self. I believe that a person can start a fresh from any day of the LIFE. Life is so large and huge that it is customized to take such small mistakes in itself. It’s more important that we LEARN.

Though with a slow pace I started reading but with time I have began to gain momentum. Thanks to one of my friends. Sometimes it’s rather important to adapt then to try something new. Being a very fixed character & also a strong personality, it’s sometimes becomes difficult to like digest off the new things. But still I persuaded myself to go for it, rather jump into the huge sea of BOOKS.

Believe it or not, it’s like bringing change in oneself. The personality development I should rather say. Before reading the books I used to think how the people have so much of patience in reading the books. But as I go through the books & the words run down through my heart and my brain…Its really unusual for me to experience such an uncomfortable feeling till I haven’t finished the book.

The feel of having finished of the story is something worth. I just at present feel that I should have started off the reading of the books early in my childhood. Though there is a proverb which is applicable for me “A LITTLE LATE IS BETTER THAN NEVER”