When you have no free time.. your mind wavers to no length. Its good I have this webpage as my best friend.
A just-for-timepass post.. Read ony in your leisure...
"What you are is God's gift to you,
What you become is your gift to God!"
One of my teachers wrote this in my Autograph book on the day of our 10th Standard farewell. Ever since that day I have been thinking what is it that ONE thing that God thought I ll do when he decided that I should be born . In other words what is that one thing I should be in the quest for ! Yes i somehow fail to realize what is the purpose of my birth and survival?
Its said that only 5% of our plans are executed to perfection even by die-hard perfectionists. God according to me is no exception. Only 5 people out of 100 actually do what they are born for. If all his plans were to perfection we wont have robbers, terrorists and suicide bombers. They after all our also sons and daughters of the almighty like us.
Everyday as I go to bed, I pray to God that I hope I dream today. I hope he comes to me in my dreams and tells me in his heavenly echoing voice, "Dude this is what you are meant for!"
But alas for the last couple of weeks, I have been dreaming: myself riding a horse, galloping up and down the length and breadth of our country and chasing away our idiotic politicians. And every-time I get up in the morning you wont believe it. my bums and limbs are paining like hell as thought I have been up all night and riding that horse. But common you gotto be kidding me... I speak to myself in half-sleep as my alarm goes on.. I wasn't sleep walking, was I.../ Putting away these fears of sleep-walking (sorry, sleep-riding, mind you), I lead a normal day of books and books and timetables. But today when I got up I had some conclusive evidence that I wasn't sleep walking. Because yesterday I killed Mayawati by strangling her in her multi-crore curreny ki mala and then burying her in the deserts of Jaiselmer and covering that place with those 1000 rupee notes. But then today morning she was waving in that newspaper.. So that fine!
But then coming to the point.. What am I meant for? Withstanding the pain in my limbs each time I wake up, I pray again as I sleep so that I can hear that Godly Amitabh Bachhan like heavenly voice, " Haain Dude , you are meant for this!"
Look around guys, you are not meant to just support your life and wife, not meant to churn in lakhs or maybe crores at each year-end. Might be its time you look towards the society, for the people(may it be your own) family), but most importantly LIVE a life and not just follow the footsteps. Might be you are that successful 5% which can do wonders..
Lead a life which you shall be proud of. Make real friends and not just commercial friends. Remember always, when you kicked out of you mother's womb ( or otherwise in case of Ceaserian babies) the world rejoiced as you cried. Leave such a mark that the world cried as you attain salvation.....
Regards,
PV
