Writing is something which is really powerful. If you would have asked me this question three years ago I would have simply said that writing holds no power because neither I was a reader nor a writer, basically I had not gone through this world. But since now, I am a part of this universe of writers and readers I have this strong impression that writing can do wonders in both negative and positive views. A serious writer is more or less like a good orator, he can motivate, teach, inspire and can modify the mind of his readers in whatever way. Yea! A writer can hypnotize the thoughts, feelings, believes and disbelieves of a reader.
Writers have so much ability that they can bring social and diverse other alterations in the universe. The greatest example, we have is Malala Yousafzai the Nobel Peace Prize winner, she started as a Blog writer. She used the power of words in such a way that she was able to change the thoughts of the people around the world. The wrong in the world happens because the ones doing that wrong think that it is right. Now if a writer through his words is able to prove that the thoughts in a person’s head are wrong, the wrong can be stopped to a great extend.
Writing is not just writing instead it is a responsibility because you don’t know which one of your followers is idealizing your thoughts, maybe you are a role model of one of the readers. So all my fellow bloggers you have a power in your hands, which should be used very carefully and effectively.
“If a writer is an army man, writing is the gun and the words are his bullets”
We are never ever taught during our childhood that failure is part of one’s life and if a person fails, we need to get up and stand again to fight against all the odds. Perhaps because our parents pray that we never experience failure ever in our lifespan but I guess every one of us face this word at least ones in our lifespan. I would say the crisis which leaves us broken and you feel like leaving this world.
When I was in twelfth, I was expecting to score good marks in my board exams, but sadly I scored very less marks than what I expected. I actually asked my mom to kill me and I used to cry all day, all night. For me the world was over, it no more existed for me. I gave up trusting in God. I was shattered by the realities of the world.
They say when no one is there God is there but for me at that point of my life God was also not there but then I had my family with me. If I am writing this post today it is just because I am alive and I am alive because of my parents and my sibling. At that point of my life the only reason for me not ending my life was my family.
I remember my mom used to keep my head in her lap like that of a newly born baby and used to talk to me all day, she used to leave all her work and just sit with me. She knew I was hurt, I was deeply injured and the scratch of my injury was visible to only my family and no one else. My dad used to make sure that the dream of mine to become something doesn’t dies and he used to come up with all sorts of inspirational stories that he could. I was friendless at that point of my life, not because my friends had left me just because I had left them. But they say a sibling is a permanent best friend one can ever have and thankfully I have one, he is and was my motivation. He was the one who used to make certain that my endless tears get converted into an eternal smile.
Yes! That’s true, I would have been dead if these three were not on that point as my pillars pulling me upward and putting my life on course. I owe a great deal to my family because even today they stand with me as a very strong tower.
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One thing my grad school has taught me is to say “No”. I never used to read this word in the first place because I believed it would hurt people, but I felt afterwards that in the end I was hurting myself. Saying no to anything which you don’t want to do or what you think is lame and not worth of it. Why not say a No and end the story instead of letting people use you and afterwards when you sit all alone and talk to yourself you feel that so and so person used me. It can be as small as sharing your assignment with a very far off friend or a dear friend and you yourself scoring less because the professor recalled that you were the one who copied stuff. It can also be paying the bills of your buddies for no good a reason. Giving lift to people who think that car runs on water instead of petrol. Guys learn to say NO, instead of getting used!
In India Education is more of having a degree and less of personal growth. You can easily find a Doctor, lawyer, Engineer, an MBA and various other degree holders with thoughts which are worse than that of illiterates. I recall meeting a Medical student who was entirely okay with the idea of slapping his wife. Suppose when a young woman and his family would select him, they would take him on the ground of his education, but sadly he is educated just for the namesake, he is not schooled in terms of ethics, values, moral philosophy and self development.
In my opinion education is not barely a degree it is lots more and it commenced with the objective of providing ethics, morals, teaching customs and providing self development but with the passing of time and with something called materialism hitting our heads things changed drastically because now we want everyone to be career oriented or money oriented we have set aside the actual aim of education.
For me an educated person is surely not the one with a degree instead a person who respects others, who stands for another, who causes the potential to stand against the wrong, who is full of moral values, the one who is well versed with the word ethics.
We live in a world of educated illiterates who are worst than illiterates. A person who is educated and behaves like illiterate is more dangerous for our society than a person who is not at all educated.
Can we think of the reasons? Because this is a very big problem that we are facing. I believe the education system should be changed a bit and the importance of morals should be brought up. Also, the parents need to change their opinions.
It’s a long movie but yes its heart touching and too sentimental to deal with. If such things happen in Kashmir I feel sorrowful for those who live there and I thank god for I was born in Chandigarh. The story begins with a doctor helping the terrorists to survive when one of the terrorists is ill and the doc gets caught while doing so, between all this he is taken away by the army to the secret camps where he is imprisoned, bullied, tortured, so much so that he is not more than a dead body. The foremost question which comes up is why did he help them? May be he prioritized his duty as a physician to save every patient’s life and he gave out his responsibilities towards his homeland. That is somewhat wrong according to me the Doctor should not have assisted the terrorists. But he had to pay heavily, he saw his house turn to ashes and had to leave his wife and kid all alone.
The child of the Doctor whose name is Haider didn’t reside with the parents because in his teenage he was about to get involved with the militants and was caught red handed by his mother. His mother decided to send him to Aligarh for his further studies. When he comes back after a long time he finds that his father is in some secret camp, his house is mere black coloured building just like a broken tunnel. When he goes to meet his mother, he doubts that his mother has an affair with his uncle.
The doctor knew that his brother was involved in hatching all the stories of his helping the terrorists to the militants. He also assumed that his wife was involved with his brother. He shared this story with his co prisoner Roohdar and told him that when he gets out of the secret camp, he should deliver a message to his son that is Haider that he should kill his uncle and should leave his mother’s sins for the courts of that almighty.
Roohdar (Co prisoner of the doctor) proving to be a true friend manages to give the message of the father to his son. Since Haider already doubted that his uncle had an affair with his mother, he believed the same thing. Roohdar also tells him that his father is no more and the only reason is that his uncle wanted him to be dead so that he could wed the love of his life, Haider’s mother.
The story of his uncle and mother involved in getting his father killed was easy to believe because ones he told everyone that his father was dead, his uncle decided to wed his brother’s wife, that is Haider’s mother the very following day.
Only, in the end it was established that the mother was not involved in the killing. The uncle was the one who wanted to kill his brother just because he wanted to marry his brother’s wife.
In the end, I can say one sided love can be deadly!
Go ahead ppl watch it at least ones if you love watching movies which tell you about the current situation of Kashmir.
Something I have been waiting for from last 4 years was to wear white T-shirt, black trousers and to stand in front of any crowd as a law student. This first was something I had waited for but, I was nervous, my heart was banging (the dhak Dhaka could be felt). I didn’t sleep at night before because of the preparations and the nervousness. Well! However, I took this first presentation seriously, I had planned everything to my level best. I got up early in the morning because I couldn’t sleep out of fear of what would happen at the time of presentation? I seriously felt that something would hold my voice from coming out.
In the morning I got ready dressed up and sat with my mom, she was boosting me up for the first presentation. I reached my college early Well! I really don’t know that I did this out of excitement or fear. I sat down on a bench and just gave a reading to what I was about to speak. After that the professor came in and I was not able to concentrate on the lecture. So, I opted for recording the lecture instead. I was boosting myself that things would go right because I assumed that at the least I will get a zero, but I will speak because I have to even if I get a zero for that matter.
The lecture got over and she started calling the names of the students who had their presentation and finally my turn came. Nothing came to my mind and went to the stand and started speaking, my eyes didn’t focus on any person I saw up and would see the wall because there are people in my class who smile for no good a reason. So, I decided to rely on the white yet cracked wall.
Though I couldn’t answer all the questions, but in the end of the presentation I was contended and satisfied with my performance.
From all this I learnt There are no secrets to success. It is the result of preparation, hard work, and learning from failure.
When we are sad for no good a reason that sadness with the passage of time catches on your nerves leading to aggravation and anger. Firstly, how can we detect it out that why the hell is the person inside us sad? When you come up with the solution of hunting the problem and then you get to know the problem is such which has no solution except one not letting the problem get on your nerves. You scream, you are dumb, you are angry, but you have to smile because the queries from the world are unanswerable. On the contrary, if you talk a great deal in your normal days during such sad days you tend to be dumb. Hence, the chatter batter needs to stay even if you are sad again because your head is scared of the worldly questions. The situation is such that your soul is crying, but you have no one to share because you know in the end those problems have no solution at all. The silence and the crisis within kills!!