Love me before I Die...

Sometimes something happens around you and your mind gets so bothered with so many questions/anger/disgust/and a slew of other things.Trust me, something happened today,something like that and it was amazingly awful.

There was this lady who I used to address as my aunt,because she was really a gem of a human.
She did not have any family because dint get married and then she used to stay all alone.
All of a sudden suffered a brain hemorrhage ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cerebral_hemorrhage ) , in simple language she died of hypertension.

Today in the morning when I went for cremation I saw something which is not rare – people crying loudly and a lot of melodrama of sorts ( I’d really like to use that word here )
The thing that I was wondering about was ,where were these people when the person was alive and so much in existence. Not a single soul came to appreciate or even be part of her life while she was alive. All I saw was people abusing each other and wishing for the downfall of other.
Trust me most of us are like -”hey how is that friend of yours…XYZ..”" and the answer comes..”Don’t even take his name..he is such a $#@!## ”
And the very next morning, if that XYZ was to depart from earth…we would become so humble,sombre,sober,human – wow the epitome of hypocrisy !

Common statements heard at such places:-

“He/She was such a nice person” – ( then why dint you ever care enough to tell him/her the same ever )

“Its all because of doctors/son/family/business” – (then why didn’t you ever care to talk to him )

“Death is inevitable it has to come” – ( then why are you so wrapped up in all these material things around you )

And the list is endless.I know I am sounding angry,trust me I am and more than that disgusted.

All I want to say is that why do we remember the good things about a person only when he/she is dead ?
All of us are creation of the same father of the universe and still we are so much self centred.

“I am the epicenter of this universe”
Why don’t we love each other till the time we are alive ?
You know what, your love for me would have made my world such a better place to live….

I’m short of words to express myself, really.

P.S. Please love each other till the time we are alive !

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”

Please marry me before I grow old and not look good

My friend was complaining of growing old today.She said that she should be getting married to a good looking guy before she grows too old, and again something started to bug me.

1. Why do we complain when we grow old ?
2. Is life all about getting married ?
3. Is a person all about looks ?

Age is something which cannot be reversed.Life has phases which come one after another with passage of time and complaining will not help the cause. That was easy…huh!!

Now a difficult question..is life all about getting married.. hmm, don’t really know but one thing is for sure life is just not about getting married only. If I ask my parents they have a very clear view that everything in their opinion is related to marriage…like we grow, we study, we work, why ? So that we get married to a good girl and then have a secure future.

Looks ..wow..again a tough one..my teachers told me that looks and a good dressing sense are the prerequisites of a good personality..even my mother wants a beautiful girl for me. But then if everyone wants a good looking spouse then what will happen of those who are not as good looking ?
Any ways, but are looks that important ? I guess personality does not comprise of looks one single percent…at all..I was thinking that after a certain age all of us will look the same, and how does looks help me to be a better person.
I read somewhere that according to a study, good looking people progress faster in corporates than others…wow..I need to get some plastic surgery..

GOD = ( You + Me + Love ) - Religion

Just came back home after watching this new film " My name is Khan". The Film is about a man, who wants to tell every one, that he is a Muslim and and not a terrorist. It is about how he goes through all the difficulties and finally meets the president of the United States and tells him that he is not a terrorist.

The film makes me ask these questions again :

1. Is God divided by religion??
2. Does God want us to kill those who do not believe in religion??
3. Did God make religion??

I am sure the people around me, will always give very vague answers to all these questions. When I ask myself so as to what is religion and who is God; what is their connection, there is a different answer to each of these three questions.

God is someone I don’t know who,but someone who has created everything and has very specifically designed a system that runs this planet and life on it.

Religion is something made by man which makes him feel closer to God, but the interpretation of which has led to big, big divides between humanity.

I am sure God did not make religion because if He had, then there would have been one religion all across the planet. People kill in the name of religion but if God wants us to kill then he wouldn’t have created us in the first place .
Why would He himself destroy something He himself has made??

There certainly are many questions more which are unanswered but I’m sure they will be soon.

All of me.

All of me

why not take all of me

cant u see

Iam a mess without you

Take my eyes

I want to loose them

Take my Arms

I promise Ill never use them

Your Goodbye left me

with eyes that cry

How can i go on dear without you

you took that part

that once was my heart

So why not take all of me

Iam a mess without you

Can't you see??

Now i know it.

Sometimes I just want to let the grasses nimble fingers
Pull our bodies into the dirt
And let the hour hand spin a thousand times around
While downy clouds tumble playfully in the sky
And it's the times when your lips fit onto mine

And I wish that every night I could dose off
And count each breath you take that forces my head to rise and fall
While the tune of your heart engraves its heavy beat into my dreams

Sometimes something as simple as my extent of knowledge on the night sky
That burns your image to my eyes
And keeps me wondering if you know more about stars than I do
Or if you also notice them racing across the black sky
Like flies across a ceiling in the dark

It's the little things you do
Like writing words delicately on my skin
That springs brand new thoughts into my mind
Maybe you're the reason I smile so much
And maybe now I really do feel what they describe in childhood fairytales

i believe

i love to live

& i live to love

god has blessed me with a heart

n iam always ready to give.

the world is so beautiful

& all is so perfect

the choice is ours we have to select.

i love you god

for u've given me all

& i know u'll always be there

whenever i fall.

the way u've made me

i shall always stand tall.

whenever you are there,

there can't be any fear

coz love is to spend

so the devil can't stand near.

iam your son and will be till eternity

my belief shall never die, till the end of humanity.