Time for India to Shine?

Hey people,

It has been some time since I posted anything here and well, I was kinda busy.

But some time since the results of the Elections in India have come out, I have seen and heard tons of negative comments against BJP, who , well, took the lions share of the votes.
And they are poised to form the new government as well.

But what I can't really understand is all the negativity against BJP and their P.M candidate, N.S Modi.
All I hear is how he is going to bring about rules that will ruin the country, destabilize the economy and of course cause riots in the country as his party prefers Hindus.
And I would like to call B.S on all these accusations.

I mean, the achievements that he has done to Gujarat it phenomenal.
And the level of safety in the place is astounding. It makes one envy for the same level in our home states.
And well I hope that it will be possible for us to walk out of our home after ten in the night.

We, the Indian Youth, and everyone else who voted for you, hope that we haven't made a wrong choice.


Cheers and Hoping for a phenomenal next 5 years,

I.B

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Parents... our Providers

Hey there peeps,

I think maybe my last post made me sound too... nostalgic, or as a person who misses his childhood.
But then,  lots of people do.
And just yesterday, we celebrated two of my friends birthdays.
There birthdays are separate days in the same week, but being students, we tend to club them together. It's easier on the pocket.
Well, as I said, we celebrated their birthday(s).
And it was good. I won't say phenomenal ot anything.
The cake was too chocolaty, and thick.
The people were less, but cared about both the bday boys.
The gifts were good and something each one needed.
And all this just made me think.
About all the time our parents spent, for celebrating our birthdays.
Calling everyone, getting a cake, getting good dresses for us to wear, getting another gift for us to show around...
All the hard work they do.
And, yet, all it takes is a second to forget all of this and more, when they do something we see as wrong, but is infact part of a greater right.
And we , after all our tantrums and whatnot, still have the courage to look them at the face, without a concern for what they might have felt or gone through.
And we demand more and more.
And they still love us more.
We bask in their love and use it to gain.. and gain we do, from our pain.
Shame on us. Shame on us. Shame on us.

-I.B
(A shamefull son who has everything and still manages to let down his parents at every possible moment.)

Childhood

That sense….

That one sense that you have when you are a child.

That sense of freedom and that feeling…. Of wanting to grow up.

That sense… of seeing those elder to you as someone to look up to.

That sense… of seeing everything as pure and of seeing your parents as Gods.

Someone to worship. Someone who can achieve everything.

That , and more, becomes the essence of childhood.

It’s a time when everything anyone says to you, you believe.

And yet, we become people who don’t trust anyone when we grow up.

Dad and Mom become him and her, he/she, they.

You see them as your equal.

Someone who is not able to see the world in your viewpoint.

Someone who is not able to tell what is in, or cool.

Someone who holds you back when you should be achieving greater things in life.

And if I told you, that listening to them is the best thing you could do, most teenagers would disagree.

Most adults would agree.

Because they, and they alone know what the world is like, without the cocoon of silk and gold wrapping us.

Without our luxury features and our cars, phones and what not to do our bidding, we soon find ourselves as something close to nothing.

 That, is alone, the harsh reality of the world. And that was the world you were born into.

  

And that is the world you will live in.

‘If your child grows as much as you, be it in terms of height, weight or even maturity, then , you, as a parent , have lost your right to call him as your child.

To you, he is now a man, a stranger, an equal. Someone to carry on your lineage, your family, your family name. 

Someone, who, in the years to pass, will realize the same thing.

Someone, who will cry for you and your wisdom. Someone, who will cry himself to sleep, to hear your voice, call out his name.

But in truth, you have lost your right the call him your child.

Now, he is your son. A man. A man, in whole.‘

-          Unknown

-          Modified by S.N

An Ode to Parents

Parents gave us life

Yet we often neglect that

Till we become a parent ourselves

We don’t see the pain they had

When we see our child grow

We feel proud

When we see our child excel

We feel prouder

Like a pigeon ruffling and puffing its wings

We strut about like a proud pigeon

One day they talk back to you

Shout at you, scream at you

Then you realize

That while you saw them grow old

You forgot that one day you would too

With a heart full of pain

And nerves dull with the sorrow

Many a times our parents hide it from us

But it can be viewed in their eyes

The same pain our eyes will reflect

A few years down the road.

-          The Random Poet

This a all my works... the random poet and S.N and Indian Boy are all me.
But I don't mind even if you forget my name.
Just remember to honour your parents, when the time to do so comes about.
Care for them, nurture them the same way they nurtured you.
They didn't abandon you when you were weak, frail and not able to move around.
Why would you want to do the same?

With love, honouring my parents, who I miss terribly cos they are in India,
                                                                                   - I.B
(Here's hoping that they bring me all the stuff I want from India )


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Problems

Hey People,

I know.... Its been a long time.... Sorry about that.
I was just busy with some stuff in college and all that.

Its sometime in life, when you face a problem, or rejection or a failure, that you actually understand the value of friendship.
I mean, my parents see me as an irresponsible fat blob and my sisters( yeah,I have two of them) see me in the same light. So basically, I'm given the least responsibility and value in the house.
Now in my group of friends... its a different story. I'm given a equal share in all sayings... And I get to choose what to do or not.... My opinion alone can change our groups plans.
Now that kind of recognition.... that you get there... Its something different.
For a person who never gets any recognition at his home, suddenly this is something new... And he starts living for them.
Seeing them, talking to them, chatting with them, hanging out with them, becomes his top priorities.
Now I can't and won't blame my parents or family for any of this.... Even though they still continue to say I'm irresponsible and all that...
Even could be the fact that I'm usually on the laptop.... But, my notes and everything are on the laptop. And I don't expect them to understand that.
To them I'm just a person who can't do anything right.
If only they gave me a proper chance, like my friends did for me.
I'd show them I am a totally different person from who they think I am.

P.S: I know I sound like a whining idiot, but you guys are all I've got. My friends know this obviously, but this is the only place, where I can anonymously share my feelings.

Cheers,
Indian Boy

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EID

Hey People,

Eid Mubarak to all of you.
I know , I'm a few days late in wishing you guys, but I think its the thought that counts.
Eid is a very auspicious day for Muslims and it has a history too.
Not going into the history, you can always find it through Google. =D
The best part( for me anyway) is the holidays we get with the Eid Celebrations.
Its a time when families get together and have fun. Its also a time for relaxation and getting in touch with people you haven't met in a long time.
I think holidays like these are necessary, because otherwise , you would go insane with all the work load and pressure of working here.

I'm kinda bored now, I think the holiday spirit is setting in me now... =D

Well, Eid Mubarak to you again and take care.


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Cheers


Indian Boy

Alcohol Addiction

Hey People

Mostly everyone I know, drinks Alcohol, be it beer, liquor, wine champagne or any other form.
And a small portion of my friends, OK scratch that, most of my friends, smoke and do drugs.
I myself, if you have doubts, drink beer, wine and liquor. Don't have any favourite brands for liquor or wine, but beer... I prefer Heineken .Also want to try champagne, but , hey, there's a time for everything, yeah? =D
I know what you guys will be thinking, an 18 year old guy talking about addiction, what must he know?
Well, I don't know much, but I do know people who got addicted to alcohol so much that it destroyed their life.
And I see it everyday around me.
Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying you shouldn't drink it.. Everything in moderation is a good thing. But just make sure that you don't go over the top.
There's a saying in my native tongue  which when translated, roughly means,"  Even medicine, if too much , is poison"

The bottom line here is, Do everything in moderation, and remember , never go over the top.

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Indian Boy


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Cyber Bullying: Is it something we walk ourselves into?

Hey People,

Recently I have heard about , through social media, of course, about the sad and untimely demise of a certain Amanda Todd, who committed suicide , after a long and hard battle against bullying.
She was cyber bullied as well as physically and mentally. In the end, it was too much for her and she took her life.
It really is a sad story.
But the villain here , after all , is bullying. Or is it?
Through her story, its pretty much clear that she led herself to this trap. And don't take me wrong, I'm not saying what the man did to her was any thing heroic or saint like. He was a demon and will still be.
Bullying is just torture.You never want to go through that, nor will you ever want your kids to go through it.
Bullying in school is physical and can be stopped or controlled up to a certain extent by teachers and parents.
But when it comes to cyber bullying , all those rules don't apply. Everyone wants privacy, to the extent that family members hide details from each other. Everyone is in the privacy of their own log -in ID and password, that they think its possible for them to do anything.
I could now tell you how to stay safe in the cyber world, but that, my friends is for the professionals. Search in Google and you will find thousands of professionals just wanting to come to your help. But it's a craft that has to be learned by our own, I say. And it mostly takes only common sense, the same sense that we use in our day to day lives.
Could it be that social networking websites are actually becoming a place where a person could easily be taken advantage of? You can hear about it in the news about children being taken advantage of and being bullied, could it be that, social networking sites are actually having a negative impact on human life , than a positive impact,it should have.
After all, it does help to connect people.
Food for though readers, food for thought.

R.I.P Amanda Michelle Todd, may your family and friends be finally able to come to terms with your loss.

Indian Boy

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