I am strong.

Pain is the best teacher in life. He is merciless, and very harsh. No lenity. No escape. You run and run, but you will never escape from His claws. He clings to you. He will mend into your shadow. And there is nothing you can do about it.

It is not the pain, but it is helplessness . . .

You are the diamond to your loved one's. You are the angel to your parents. You are the laugh on the face of your friends. You are the heaven to the ones who are yours. You are the touch for the one. Of course, you are the one, for whom your parents will do anything for that single smile of yours. You are the one who is life for some one. Your sorrow is others tears. You are delicate and unbreakable one that the others, who ever it is, want to see you always smiling.

But . . . Pain spares none, it comes to you. Nothing matters. Teaches you the reality of the life. You do not ask for it, nonetheless He does what He is meant to do. Life lessons are very bitter and Pain makes sure that you learn it. Pass with 100%. Even a percent less, it will torment you again.You will be complied to put up with all of the syllabus from the scratch rerunning it in your life again making you experience the same. Your vallecula dries out but He does not halt. All the heck starts from the seedling.

Pain hacks into your life, He takes complete control of your life. You are not a life any more. You do not matter to Him. You are nothing to Him. It's certain that there is nothing you can do to stop it; that your life can be thrown away in an instant by Him. He doesn’t care. He’ll beat you down until you stay down because he doesn’t even think of you as alive.

You have to put up with it. And when you emerge alive from His empire you will have success in your hands. The ones who cannot make out are buried into dust.

The fact that I am standing here, even after the paranoia of His showers, proves I am strong. I am the strong one. I am the champion. I am the one who raised from the kingdom of Pain. I am here to fight, and win. I fought, and still exist. I will be fighting and shall not stop to surrender. I survived the living hell, nothing can stop me.

Well, what you did to me was unbelievable, my pain. But then, I got stuck in a hell dimension one time, so a few months under the ocean of pain actually gave me perspective. Kind of a M. C. Esher perspective. But I did get time to think... about us... about the world. Nothing in the world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh, and cruel. But that's why there's us - champions. Doesn't matter where we come from, what we've done or suffered, or even if we make a difference. We live as though the world is as it should be, to show it what it can be. I was not a part of that yet, not at least until now. Now I am.

Yesterday

Yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead, yesterday is the promise broken. Yesterday is the end of one Journey . . .

Daily we walk in a difficult and unpredictable path making different choices. And yesterday is not the fence to sit on, sitting on that fence is over. Whether you like it or not, yesterday is an history we made it for ourselves. Accept it or not yesterday is gone, and there is nothing can be done about that. The Genie will not go back into the bottle, I know it is tempting to think that we can hold on to the yesterday, where everything is safe and hazy. But we cannot, and the safe and hazy are what set us on the path of disaster.  The chains of comforts are what keep us from reaching the path of the success. Break it and make yourself free from the safe and hazy yesterday.

Yesterday is vanished, now the time for greatness is there, if you make a choice.We all are scared of future, but only thing we do not have is luxury of quitting, no matter how impossible you think not to choose.

End of one journey is always a beginning of another. Change is painful, and always comes with a cost. It hurts to bare those costs but we cannot allow that to sway us. Tomorrow is a mystery only thing we can do is to face it with resolve. We move forward always forward, and into what's next. We make a choice, we act on that choice, and all its left is to live in hope.

It's a fifty - fifty chance, perhaps then we get to watch it happen. You have to understand what you are about to do. There are no guarantees, there never are.

All of you out there, gotta ask yourself only one thing, are you ready?

Strangers

Strangers . . . !

We meet Strangers in every walk of our life, there goes no day in asphalt road of life you do not come across the one, and we get exposed to unlimited possibilities to meet the only one, Stranger. Strangers are the ones whom we do not know, they are totally novel persons with no clue of what they are capable of doing to you. Good or bad, the worst or the best. Not even a smidgen of idea of their abilities that can either rip you apart from your very own life mercilessly right in front of you without even feeling a tiny amount of guilt in their minds or they can make your life stronger and more beautiful. Some of those strangers have ability to gift you love. They can be your life saviors or your worst nightmares.

My story is not that different. I met a number of strangers in my walk of life, some of them are saints, angels, wingless angels on earth, messengers, helpers, massayas, God fathers. But . . . some of them are egomaniac, lust driven, brutally selfish, hypocritically insane, psychopaths who have done an unimaginable evil to me, to make my life hell and tried to disparage my name, and tried even harder to expunge me. Some of them were worse they wore disguised as friends, and gained my trust then without even a soupcon of humanity or compassion they stabbed me right behind my back, the worst part is they hurt me so bad just with their imagination and creativity. They created all sorts of weird stories and gossips and then spread it like a virus of plague.

Well, I do not find any fault in these strangers, they are simply psychopaths, sons of Lucifer, what else can we expect from the children of Lucifer, the father of Satan. It is my bad choice to befriend them, I was innocent, so innocent that I never believed their existence, did not even had a pinch of clue that evil exists in the human heart, I never even thought that a human heart is capable of committing so horrible and unforgivable crime towards their own friends, me, or say a girl who shown compassion to them, a girl who tried to see only good in them, a girl who tried to forgive the bad in them, a girl who choose to befriend them thinking they have to be given a chance to let their goodness come out of their heart.

But . . . instead of thanking me they hurt me, hurt me very hard and deep, they simply exploited me or say tried to exploit me, they used my name and my fears, they used me, my work and my talent. They are indeed devils. I got scared, I got frightened, and after all I am a girl, a weak, simple, and innocent, with no capability to hurt others, but endure their evilness. I discerned one thing the pain I had to go through did not go in vain. Not gone with wind. I learnt that evil exists in this our own world, disguised as good friends, or colleagues personified as humans, fellow mates who act each and every time you meet them daily as good, but indeed they are opposite. The most scaring part is they hurting merely with their words, their imagination and ability to create a story out of thin air, just like that without any kind of association and correlation to any of the facts. Their incapability to see things straight and their minds incapability to fathom the alibis are the reasons behind this kind of narration. Well, it is God’s gift that I was not that badly hurt. In deed God does not want an innocent girl to suffer. His ways of work are totally different.

I forgot one simple equation, If there wasn't evil in every single one out there you see they wouldn't be people; they would all be angels.

This is just an one side of my story. On the contrary I met some strangers who turned to be the messengers of God’s to help me survive, fight the war without any hesitation. This part of strangers are my angels, they are wingless angels who saved me from my problems. This is the best part of my life. These strangers are the God’s boon to me. Each and every time when I got into trouble, or was disabled to fight my life’s fight, I prayed to be rescued and even prayed to give me strength to bear the failure. God not only listened to my prayers but also he reacted to those, and He immediately sent people to rescue me. He gave unimaginable power to with stand the worse, and courage to fight back, He always squelch the fear in me. Sometimes He takes over the control from me, makes it right and gives it back to me.

After all this I would not have a single memory of what actually happened. I did that, no He did that for me. I am damn sure, He did those impossible things that I would never have done, not with my kid like mind. He makes it do with me, by making me meet Strangers, strangers who are sent to give me the emotional strength and schooling, teaching me life lessons with their words. Once they are done with their job, they leave and go towards their destination. I am still a baby. Learning to be a soldier in this battlefield called life. I wanna triumph this land of life with flying colors. Other wise I wanna die a hero death fighting it.

There are strangers who gave me beautiful memories to hold on. Some of them gave me the best thing in any one’s life love, selfless, innocent love, which used to startle me. I keep wondering what I have done to deserve their love. There are few strangers, who just loved me for what I am, they were scared in the starting but latter, they just loved me. There are ones who taught me how to survive, their role was just a hour in my life. Strange but that one hour always turned out to be my best learning, I never even thought that this one hour talk would turn into my only way to pass my exam. This one hour used to turn my life into most amazing garden of success. The best part is I never gave any stranger permission to talk, they themselves interfere into my work and say, you need to learn this. I used to open my mouth in startle, because, the previous day I was seeking God for the solution to my very existing predicament..

If it is not called as miracle, what is called? No reason, just like that I not only earned love but also sometimes hatred from these strangers. Nonetheleass I am still scared of strangers. I cannot avoid meeting them . . . no option to choose out. Or say not my choice to make.

. . . Strangers, they are ineffable, or hellacious or abominable or total incredible people, with a ability to either make you or break you.

This is my story; what's your story?