This morning a friend of mine came to my room.
I was talking to my Mamujaan on phone. So she chose to read my wall, the physical wall. I write on walls the things and words I like and get inspired by. So she came upon this word – Calling.
What’s your calling ? Whoa, this question is the most contenting yet dangerous question.
When you dig deep, think like hell, talk to yourself and experiment almost everything – then you get to know the answer. And after knowing what is your calling , it’s very difficult and terrible when you’re not able to pursue it. And sometimes, you go for it leaving everything behind .
I have a friend who is so close to me and the level of trust I have on him is immense . We know each other since I was 9. He went on the expedition to find what’s his calling. And when he found out, he had no option but to pursue it. Few people are courageous like him but his calling was something which I always liked for others but never wanted for him . But that unsaid rule friendship left me with no option but to support him.
I still cry thinking about the choice he made. But when I see him happy , so happy about it – all the sadness and regret goes away. And I feel prouder that yeah, he has the courage to do what he wants from life.
Be courageous. Look , find, search for your calling. And be brave and passionate enough to accept and pursue it !
Money you’d make, sooner or later. But enjoying and loving what you doing- is Beautiful and adds tonnes to your Happiness ( The ultimate goal ).
*Smile and Enjoy the Sunday*
*Oops , Monday tomorrow, Now freak out you guys*
I watch Korean romantic – comedy movies . They are sweet. And innocent and beautiful. And I often dream of having such love story. BOOOOM ! My mind laughs at me and says “dude, you’re not a school kid anymore”. And yes , am not a school kid anymore , am not even a kid anymore. Am an 24 YO adult. And at my age people don’t fall in love*, even if they do- its not that innocent, pure and pious !**
Do you remember your school? That first crush ? That first smile which gave you a feeling of butterflies flying in your stomach? Yeah in that moment butterflies warned you – ha-ha your life is gonna be screwed !.
That first glimpse of heartbreak when your crush liked someone else . That first sign of jealousy and failure knocked your door.
Then you got few more crushes and then one day you fell in love . The exact innocent , pure , pious Love! You went to restrooms in between the classes to see your beloved and waved a ‘hi’ from the the window of their class. You became daring and brave. You made future plans holding their hands, near the last pillar of the school corridor.
That first ‘ I love you ‘ which made you feel top of the world, that your name with his,at the last page if your notebook and a loves/weds in between made you blush !
Wasn’t all this beautiful?
Then came the farewell and a fear of not seeing each other . Man ! That day .
Then things change , that innocence is lost and expectations come into picture. A dairy milk is no more needed but a box of Rocher Ferrero. Bicycles are replaced by bikes and those lovely moments with made you blush are merely for showoff now !
The love you thought would be for eternity – dies or say is killed !
And Then you become ‘This’ person who watches Korean movies on weekends and peeks into past and smiles and cries and writes !
I wonder what makes Kashmiris and Kashmir different from rest of the nation?
Why it’s beautiful, serene yet not peaceful ?
Why being Indian, they don’t like Army?
And still few people join Army?
Why the stories that reach us are one sided ?
If it’s true ,what media shows, then why did this ever happen?
Because nation forgot them when they needed us? Or were they given extra importance when it was not all required?
Why can’t Jammu and Kashmir be a normal state – Normal people, Living in peace?
Or may be they are , it’s just that we don’t know !
Everyday there is something about Kashmir , be it politics , army, people, girls or natural disasters.
We see what is portrayed . We read what is served to us and we believe what is shown . And all that is only one side of the story, I believe.
I have friends from different states, have met them (few more to go) , talked to them but I never had any friend from Kashmir. I want to know what media doesn’t show. And that’s possible only when a Kashmiri, unbiased, neutral – tells !
And then someday, inshaAllah, will visit there. Not just Leh – Ladakh but the real J & K 🙂