What is important!!!

What is important? To be a good human or good looking human?

How many people we meet on day to day basis who are very concious about how they are looking! But how many can understand that when you look into someone's eyes, you are directly looking into their heart and for some, it is your heart what matters, not the artificial faces and figure you carry.

There is a place for everyone in this world, one's own space and place where no-one else can get fit into.

We just need to look there, not where everyone wants us, but where there is our place which makes us beautiful. Nature, there is no difference between a bad flower and a good flower. It’s just a flower which is making the place beautiful. Shape and size doesn't matter. What matters is how good and strong one is within.

Ask a child how his/her mother is! Always beautiful and protective about him/her. Always taking charge. No beauty comes in between than, only a heart of mother. Ask a patient, how beautiful a nurse is looking. No matter how bad looking she is, she is a support system for the patient at that time. Ask a man who has turned 60 years old and retired. How beautiful his wife is. No matter they might have not liked each other throughout the life, but at that age now when they have got into their 60's, when they can see nobody else has been left with them but they together themselves, they than understand the actual beauty, which is in staying together, no matter what may come.|

We are mad people and because we are mad, we have created a mad world around us. We use to choose the things on the basis of their looks and color and not becuse of the taste. People just want to be around someone who looks beautiful and pretty. But is it going to add some value to their life? Those people don't even understand what beauty and prettiness is all about. Beauty is always in the things which we can't see at all, but just feel and realize, like the nature of the person, kindness, attitude towards all beings. The way you think, makes one beautiful, and not the shape one carry or the clothes one wear or the food one eat. The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.

A saying -- The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.

As far as my knowledge is concern, truth and honesty is the most adorable thing in a human being. Esp any women can look great in any ordinary piece of cloth if she is strong from inside, if her fundamentals are clear, if she is kind enough and having all these qualities, she will be beautiful.

To any human, happiness is what makes one pretty and beautiful. Happy people are beautiful. And they know happiness is not how they look, but how they are, content with whatever they have got.

A famous saying I got and wanted to share:

“For Attractive lips, speak words of kindness.

For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.

For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.

For beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a day.

For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.

People, more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself and the other for helping others."

Hope by this time you might have got the idea of what beautiful means for some people, its inside, not the outside. Whatever outside is, a myth. The people who can't appreciate because of what you are, are not worth hearing, but just to be smile upon and ignore.

God Bless... :)

Rain

The chemistry between the river, sea, sun, clouds, air and the mountains... the nature...

 

Rain always played a very special role in his life...

When he was a kid, he used to be out till it was raining... wanted to pour himself into the each drop of it... knowing he will be bitten up by his mom after he will get inside...

He used to pray all the time to let the rain happen.. even in the winters... so that he can see this amazing creation of the supermacy... to let it wet the sand... to let the pleasent smell of sand get inside him after the rain...

He had been told by the means of stories that even God cries... and the God cries when he is in too pain, or when he is too happy...

When in pain, its rain and storm... but when he is happy, it called as rain...

He believed that...

And he always wanted God to be happy... as happy so that he can cry... and so he can call that rain...

He always wanted to see all the green graas and trees dropping the blessings from their leaves after the end of rain...

It really meant the blessing for him...

He never put his umbrella on his head when going to school or coming back while it was raining...

Just protected his bag full of books...

When he was young, and in the college, he always had a walk in the rain when the other students didn't wanted to get their pair of clothes wet...

He always find himself in between the green fields, with his imaginary dog and horse whenevr there was rain...

He was known as a dreamer in all aspects...

Rain always made him happy... he always felt the beauty of life in that... one of the real gift from the nature... to keep everyone alive...

He remember he used to run in the rain... sort of jogging... people called him mad...

He remember he always used to go into the park to play football or cricket whenever it was raining...

He found some other mad people who were their to accompany him...

He remember that lonely basket ball ground in the college, always waiting for him whenever it was raining...

He always kept repeting the quote to his friends... "Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby"... some listened, some didn't...

He never missed the rain... it was amazing...

 

Before the spring came, she was gone... with her new rain-man... in the search of new life... new opportunities...

He never got a chance to hold her hand in the rain... to give her the most beautiful gift he could have given... to tell her that he don't want to let this rain ever stop... let it continue like this... forever... he will take care of everything else... he will resolve every problem of his and her life... just let the rain come once... wait for me... he didn't got a chance...

He don't like the rain now.. it hurts him... every drop of it hits him...

He is just sitting at the window... watching the rain... pouring the every bit of existence outside...

He can't go outside... he is scared to be wet... scared of rain... scared of what if someone hold his hand...

He can't do that... he don't want to let it happen... with him...

Its always the rain with the storm now... atleast for him...

And the rain... it's just hiding the tears from his face... that is the only purpose he has left with for the rain...

Few drops cames from his eyes... its raining... inside and outside... everyday... its rain for him, all the time, now and then... with storm...

He pray for everyone now... "Into each life, some rain must fall... without storm...”"

Rain... the chemistry between the river, sea, sun, clouds, air and the mountains... the nature... the storm... the him...

God Bless....

The things and the matters...

I wonder sometimes for the things and for the matters too!! On a soft note, esp for the things which matters a lot!!! How someone can turn so selfish so that he get everything on behalf of someone else life? On someone else pain? On someoneelse health and beautifulness? I know one person who do that quite oftenly... very oftenly. But does it matter how that person feels like for the things he do? I don't know the force behind it, neither the ageanda. For sure he is not a killer, for sure he is not emotionless, for sure he doesn't want anything bad should happen to anyone. But how does it matter? What matters is he do it, on the count of someone's hapiness, and he do it repeatedly. To the one person and to the another... everyday!!


Life have many unanswered questions, and more answers to which there are no questions. Having things in mind going around that how someone is able to live for so many years without a proper sleep? Without giving rest to his heart and mind? In search of something which he don't know. He want to do a lot so that nobody can even think about. He meet so many people, try to understand the unsolved mystery of the science of the life but get confused with the life of the science, being a person who wants everyone happy by doing all the sort of things which eventually doesn't matter to anyone. No words to define the situation but one try, caught in his own web, caught in his own questions and answers.


The moral in the end he get that even he can satisfy himself for anything, life would have been bit easy. And without convincing himself, without being happy himself, how he is trying to make anyone happy?


I watched a movie, forgot the name, but like the last dialogue the most... "Kuch log aise hi hote hain, kuch nhi kaar sakte". Its being a situation like that. He is like that. what else he can do but just trying? What else is left to be tried?



Life is a trap of your own words. Finding questions, giving answers to yourself. Life is, for few, a beautiful thing, for few, a dream, for few, a mystery, for few, a question, and for few, just life!!! So be it. Everyone has discoveries of life, and few have inventions, for the definition of their life. But for so many, even today, it is left as a mystery, miserable mystery.

What else matters, or nothing else matter, to be or not to be, many questions, many philosophies...


In the end, nothing comes to the conclusion... practical people are safe people... it just goes on!! But still, they too miss one answer... what goes on? Is it life or them?


So the question and the title of the post still remains unanswered: "What matters? The thing or the matter after the thing or just matter?"


For me, its the thing, for few, it what the matters. I find myself very helpless and weak in this paradox, many times. And in the end, I have to just be quiet and let it go. Yes, its a personal choice what should matter, but how we make our choices? Heart, mind, results, experiences? As per me, its nothing. Its just being. You want to do something but you can't, you are just being... You want to run but you can't, because its just being...you want something and you can have it, but you can't, because of just being...


I know its easy to get bore by reading craps, and tough to splve the web and the threads of anyone's mind, but that it is, that is the thing...

Be good!!