I didn't have any idea what to write like last year's Blog Entry, just trying to cheat the sleep tonight...
When you are young, seldom are the chances you get surprised by yourself...
You do the things, you take it as it is... never shocked...
Like a beast on the road, careless, carefree...
With the wings, the energy push you... get very less time to think to do whatever...
The same person surprise himself looking back to the past, what I was doing that time... was it I? A young...
And I am nodding to myself sitting alone here on my wood made long back comfortable chair, with the same all day glass of water on my right side...
I am nodding to the fact and trying to accept that when I say young, I mean by the thoughts, by heart young... not physically...
You surprise yourself how the energy flow into your young heart, to do anything... little calculations...
Like Jennifer Yane said… Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what happened...
To be truthful, I don't remember when I celebrated my birthday except once or twice...
Or may be there is nothing inside the box to take out and write about my birthdays...
What I remember are the days...
Few days in a year which gives me a wake up calls at times and ignites my basics...
For me, still a birthday is bit bigger then people around, having party, cutting cakes and then next day... regular!!!
It’s more or less a dictionary word for me... a day commemorating the origin, founding, or beginning of something...
The origin, the founding, the beginning... If I go by this definition, which I do...I have to celebrate many birthdays and to the same fact, I unfortunately have a very bad memory...
However, to my honest part, I never forget some very of the precious days of my life which made me what I am and how I am today...
Memories...
The memories which tell you who you are and why you are being like this... good or bad, leave it apart!!!
The memories down the line shows you a true cinematic show to cherish the good time, to be sad while thinking about bad time (or rather a miss to good time)
The memories which make your mood swings in fraction of seconds...
The memories which tell a story every time to you while you are walking, working...
Memories about the people who have been along with you throughout the ups and downs of your life...
Memories which can make you think about how life has been and how it has changed in the years gone by...
When you feel alone or lonely, you always have these memories within you... like a mom who is always there for her kid to sing a song or hymns!!!
Memories, makes you sing, dance, cry, laugh, fear, hug, respect, love.. anything...
Honor the memory!!!
Try to listen the sound which fills you from inside... the sound of silence...
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
I forgot... regarding birthday... a day will come when you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again...
Birthdays? yes, in a general way;
For the most if not for the best of men:
For the most if not for the best of men:
You were born (I suppose) on a certain day:
So was I: or perhaps in the night: what then?
- James Kenneth Stephen
May everybody live each day of their life... God bless!!!
