Fifty nine hours

Fifty Nine Hours of terror.
Fifty nine hours of violence.
Shook Indians in fear.
Left Indians in tear.

The flames and smoke,
The bullets and more,
Death is death;
Neither see enemy nor friend!

Salute to our soldiers,
Wreath to the martyrs.
My country lived through the pain,
The world witnessed it again.

Let it be known we control the war but not initiation.
Our patience is not our limitation.
Peace and symphony we pleasure,
But to violence we not surrender!!

Confused cells...

What most of the people do when they are confused?I find nothing better than writing.Earlier i use to write on loose sheets and would forget about them leaving in my books.By doing this the solution starts shinning brighter between my lines.

Oh Ganu bhaiya i sometimes really feel, why don't you talk to me personally.You keep sending signals and leave on me to decode them.Do you realise that it's so hard when i am confused to understand what you trying to tell me.
I always concentrate on lines i read ones whenever i'm in delimma.

"When you cannot make up your mind between two evenly balanced courses of actions, choose the bolder."
To choose the bolder...........but Ganu Bhaiya it's getting hard to decide which is a bolder step.

You know I'm soo confused and none are able to sort out the problem.They are just pointing the dead ends.Anyways it's my problem and I'm the only responsible person to find the solution.
May be i should forget anticipating the consequences of my actions.Then only i can identify the stronger choice.Rest everything will fall at it's perfect place.I hope so....

"If you are not living on the edge, you are then taking too much space."

Oh I cannot think anything straight right now.My head is aching terribly.To type a word is weighing tough for my brain to handle.I think i need to sleep to relax my cells and to restore the peace to solve the puzzle.

Damn.......

The Lost Words

Sometime ago i had written few lines.I had never posted them on my blog.But today when i reread them i felt that they are inspiring.Actually these buried words hold some meaning so i thought it's not really bad to post them...
Honey,I hope you understand the meaning of the lost words and they help you tune your emotions and actions towards more positive outlook.


I was a lost soul,
A defected piece in the store,

A locked treasure,
Unknown to pleasure,

I was living meaninglessly,
Wondering aimlessly,

My strength undiscovered,
Triumph of weeknesses:I surrendered.

God had hopes on me,
Angels were send to uplift me!!

The miracles were exploded,
The negativity was aborted.

The happiness started flourishing,
Each day a new blessing.......

Every man is born with his work.
Time will raise the curtains up.

I discovered :
That talent and work go hand in hand.
Life shows the roads with the flick of the wand.

I learnt:
The miracles were born with me,
The miracles are being done through me.

I realised:
Success without struggle is meaningless,
To dream without hope is aimless.

Talent,work and my faith,
Will never put my attempts down the drain.

After every fall follows a chance to rise,
It glorifies my miraculous life!!

PS: The angels I refer to my family and friends.Their unlimited support made me realised that i do make difference in their lives.And my work is the source of happiness.When I'm happy and satisfied I'm full of faith and heart full of new hopes.
I have used meaningless and aimless in two different places and it's all intentionally.
Most importantly i gave title to my this post as "the lost words" because i had written these lines and had forgotten about them.They were buried in my books till today.

"NOTHING WORTHWHILE COMES WITHOUT A STRUGGLE"

It's soo well said but only the struggler knows the pain of moving ahead with injured body.But if the soul is motivated,he can manage to drag his lump of mass....

Atlast my journey of 385 days come to an end....
All that starts comes to an end.Whether a struggling period or a golden era of life!!

An adventurous journey which was exclusively an experience for a lifetime.Each day spent revealed a story enstored in itself...
Some of the days were dreadful like a bad horror film but some were accompanied with exciting and lavish memories which I'll cherish forever.

I wish i know how to express my feelings.I'm happy that I went through this trip of internship.I'm thankful to my Ganu bhaiya to grant me a chance to bring an opportunity to learn to respect and honour myself.
More than learning the skills of being a good doctor i learned to regard human beings dipped in sauce of emotions.I fell in love with myself.
I emerged as a matured, wise and optimistic personality.

I feel it was must for me to have done my internship at muhimbili national hospital in dar.None other place in this world would have made a polishing remedy to my soul.

"God doesn't work for you but he works with you"
I lived through these words.A person like me who doesn't take changes easily and comfortably. These unforgetful 385 days of my life have changed me in and out.
I would not like to relive them but yes i know now how to live and make alive the miracle called life.