For the last few days I am reminded of a poem which I read as a child. It was actually in my Hindi text book. The trigger is the anxiety, the uncertainty, lingering on in the young minds struggling to chart out a worthwhile course for them selves. Some thing that I m sharing with my self on daily basis . The poem goes like this, ज्यों निकल कर बादलों क़ी गोद से थी अभी इक बूंद कुछ आगे बढ़ी सोचने फिर फिर यही जी में लगी आह घर छोड़ कर मैं क्यों यों कढ़ी देव मेरे भाग्य में है क्या बदा में बचूंगी या मिलूँ गी धूल में या जलूँगी गिर अंगारे पर किसी चू पडूँ गी या कमल के फूल में now a days i m feeling the same anxiety the same uncertainty the hurry to get going as in my struggling days, having been walking on it for a good part of my life now, is there a sense of fulfillment, any sense of achievement, I am thinking now. Yes up to the extent of having fulfilled my duties there is no regret. But was that all to my existence? There was one more relation that needed to be done justice to, that with the Self. And in doing justice to others, have I done injustice to self. And if the answer is No than, has it been worth it. Questions which have no easy answers. Oh God show me the right path...........give me courage, the positive attitude, i need a chance n i know i deserve it so plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz help me to be out of it hhhhhhuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Posted on: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 08:35:44 +0000
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