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ASPIRATIONS

The things we do not want to happen in life they are the only events which occur most frequently and without any notice.
We can never turn back the pages of time, though we may wish to relive a happy moment.
We never can, BECAUSE the sand of time continues to fall, and we can't turn the hourglass over.
I live in a city where people consider themselves no less than ‘BRANDS’ …. This city is full of clutter that has no halt, where the reality is - each minute struggle to find one’s own space. Every day supplements new lesson and brings forth a new face of their vivacious existence.
Each encounter brings the apprehension of losing pace. In order to regain the lost momentum, they start walking by the lanes with an aspiration to win but then fail to discover resources. Pretending to be stern believers of social ideologies, to become closer to what they want to be, they try to influence people by broadcasting their opinions and at times compelling them to be following the same……as they say That’s The Way It Is.

Unknowingly they fail to understand
Its PRINCIPLES not RITUALS ---- NO IDEOLOGIES
ASPIRATIONS must exceed RESOURCES
Why to masquerade, counterfeit and not be genuine?
Why let complexities stop you?
Rather just try to pick up some weak signals that have the power of developing next practices, never give priority to someone for whom you are just an option, because if you think PAST is large then you are not doing much TODAY.
Let the walls of lack and delay be history and crumble away so that you can win every encounter.


Comments

Anu said…
hi di..!!!
u write really well...! my fav lines were "We can never turn back the pages of time, though we may wish to relive a happy moment.
We never can, BECAUSE the sand of time continues to fall, and we can't turn the hourglass over.
"
sj said…
I guess god sends every human down here for some purpose its just that in the middle of our journey we realise we have some aspirations , its just the name which we have given for the very purpose god had send us here

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