More Important is what they say behind you !

I was a young and pretty one, powerful, bubbly , pampered , positive and I really felt good about myself each day

I bounced to work and back and life couldn’t be better, I had a list of guys who liked me and I knew they did.

I cherish those moments even today!

That’s one part and in then I was so lost in my own world that I dint know when people really thought of me. While the trend these days is to not bother what ppl say these days, I sometimes wonder if it is really alright.

I saw every alternate college kid and all book stores selling a book titled the subtle art of caring a f**k,tho I never got to get myself to read that book as the title itself made me wonder if what in future all did they same, if all just didnt bother and that scared me!

Coming back to where I was after few years when all strengths faded away and I was more humbled and networked extending my sphere of interactions, I got to know what people thought of me and what they said behind my back, while I dint  believe it at times many I times I verified it.

I won’t say all of it was untrue, some of it was feedback and I saw a need to improve. I believe what people say behind  your back matters, at face value ppl might be sweet, complimenting you or hugging and air kissing you. It’s easy to get fooled by compliments and never guess their ulterior motive.

I really dint care what they thought, but there came a time when I was helpless,alone, powerless and needed genuine advice when I saw the other side which came as a rude shock all that not caring a f**k kind of f*****d me!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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God Take Care of my Heart!

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God Take Care of my Heart!

Tender & soft as you made I am sure it needs to be handled with care,
But the way it is treated or mistreated I must say, is jus not fair,
It is full of love and concern and wanting to make ‘nother’s life worthwhile,
But in turn all it gets is hurt, insults and selfishness in the memory file,

You made it absorbent of all sorrows and memories, it soaks as much as it can,
But there’s a limit to what it can take after all for each and every man,
I want to change the way it is and make it so sure & strong
And never understand any relationship in a way that it is wrong.

It just wants to be nice to all and spread happiness all around,
But it seems to get the coldest reply from the one by…

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Is your power of any good use?

A You know all of us no matter who we are, we are powerful  in some way or the other, question is what use is it?

We all have  strengths that are different and sometimes blessed with some more for a phase.

Has your power of writing helped anyone draft a letter, decision  to give a job been unbiased to the one, sometimes have you chosen the power to be nice to someone who is needy, have you taken that one extra effort to help anyone without expectations and a person you might never meet again.

The power of money to help someone, the power of anything you possess is it of any use to someone other than urself and the ones who are close to you.

When you have the power use it to help someone rather than the normal tendency  to misuse it at times.

Take care and be useful

 

 

 

 

Will I die intelligent and strong

Each time when I experience pain and suffering I ask my mother and friends , why me ? They always answer to make you strong.

Justified, difficult times make us ready for the future, then we face challenges upon challenges and we become stronger and stronger.

We lose our strengths,our confidants our relatives and friends we then tell ourselves this teaches us a lesson for life.

As we go ahead we become stronger and learn lessons and become experienced never to do the same mistakes again.

But the challenges don’t end the lessons don’t stop.

I look up at God and just tell him one thing I am ok this way I don’t want to die one day as the strongest and the most intelligent just let me remain!

What if it’s the last time?

The most dreadful thing and believe me I don’t want to write about this, I get goosebumps, I am scared and I cry as I write this.

I hate this thought, but I want to share this with you, just like the title says … what if this is the last time.

We take each one for granted, our family, our friends, relatives and children. We sometimes do what people deserve, sometimes they do deserve it, but what if it’s the last time we see them?

The thought is gripping, after a nasty fight or argument I wonder, sometimes the person may not be close but what if our last interaction with them is one of our worst behaviour.

I read a book on meditation and it said look at everything as if you are seeing it for the first and last time, I know u they are saying these things, you will value things better.

I am not saying that it’s only on a death of a person, but it could be a person leaving the job or the country sometimes and we are still a part of the rat race, we feel so stupid when people we compete with just disappear then who is our new enemy who is our new competition. We have a moving target : )

My intention was not to hurt my readers or make them cry or scared, it was just to convey that try to be nice to all at all times and the way you will feel is priceless…

I look forward on your comments on this article as I wonder should I have written it at all ?

Love you guys …. would love to hear from you