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About 'the' day

About the day? When did it start? When did it end? Did I learn anything or was it just remembering rush of adrenalin that I feel time to time? Is it about scenes of hills, ranges of mountains, skies, sunrise and sunset, roads and fields? Is it about people who are still searching different sort of happiness? Is it about women, who are cheerful and willing to work despite drunkard husbands, displaced homes and non-existent support structure? Is it about mix of it whole, which we chalk as problematic? Is it about urban arrogance that I encountered at the start? Is it about anything, except whirlpool of thoughts inside me?
There is one thing for sure. There is a side, which I do not know. To every sorrow defined, there is hope undefined and challenging it. To every success celebrated, there is weak but constant stream which flows in opposite and yet, happy. Leaders are not just those who preach and forget. There are few who lead their life and others’ with small but constant steps of development. Heroes are unsung, if they exist. When they are just imagined, they are worshiped.
It was not just waste, the past that I love to curse. In a person who loves complete devotion, there is freedom to give up the freedom.
It is good to see it and that too on the day, when I complete 24. What are these years gone by? Mere memories? Some footprints of dreams?
People make me hate myself. People help me to take myself. I reside in all. I found them in myself. It is urges to converse and drives of silences. I decide to love or to hate. I decide to laugh or to cry. Why not I decide to just watch it? Why not I decide to celebrate every small but sure learning? Why not I loose myself in my own search?
Happy birthday Kiran. Be happy, even if it is not birthday. After all, you take birth and die every moment.

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Anonymous said…
It is so important yet so difficult to write about a day, a day we owe something to. Though every moment is a new experience, some days are still special. It is not recollecting what happened since morning, making a list of what I did today or how well I utilized the day. You simply can’t do that. It is the day that is utilizing you. Every moment you live it teaches you, explores theories that assimilate into you. You try to grasp as much possible, then the experiences you had, the people you met can no more be defined. All you can do is pen down the true feelings which only you know are true. Happy everyday Kiran!
January 16, 2010 at 10:21 AM
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