A Parrot's Tale

The most beautiful thing that anyone can ever witness is the birth of a child.An angel enters into this world from a caring and nourishing womb not knowing what lies ahead.May be if he had a clue what this world has become, he rather would have stayed there.He is absolutely pure but totally helpless.He is vulnerable in all respects.The first thing that he experiences is the unconditional and sacred love of the mother.The second being the gentle caring by the father.The child is overwhelmed with joy and imagines this world as a wonderland with love all around.

Time passes by.Suddenly the wonderland of love becomes a confinement holding him shackled with emotions.The child becomes independent and wants to fly away from the nest which had kept him safe and alive till now.The child wants to break free from those who brought him into this world.The child sees them as entities who were supposed to do this and nothing more.So,the child flies, flies high.

The child looks for a new home and expects everything to be ideal.But to his surprise, he finds out that 'love' which once filled his whole world has lost its meaning.His prospective towards life changes and so do his preferences.The mean and cruel world grips the innocent soul and turns the child into a monster totally devoid of feelings and eager to hunt.The child becomes a part of the world.The desire and craving for love is replaced by greed and hunger for materialistic possessions.And the story repeats itself again and again.

But no one cares about those who bought the child to existence, who nurtured him by their own blood, who were selfless and considerate all the time,who stayed hungry at times so that their child might not starve,who devoted their whole lives in the upbringing of their child forgetting that they had a life of their own.After the child flies away from the nest,the joy and inspiration of their lives is totally shattered.They can't even breathe in this gaping emptiness. Still the only thing that they desire is the well being of their child.Can love be more unconditional in any other form?

It's not that the child never realizes this.He does.When he becomes a parent himself, he does.But its too late.He goes back to the nest where he was born hoping to find them there and cries even at the thought of embracing them and telling how grateful he is for all the love and care and how sorry he feels for leaving them all alone.When he reaches there, he realizes its too late.He falls down on his knees and looks at the sky trying to find their faces among the stars and says," I am sorry, I shouldn't have fled away.....".

Heroes !!!!

Ever since i read my first NAGRAJ comic book, i wanted to be a Hero.I hoped that one fine morning i will wake up and realize that i have a gift within and my uncle would come to me and say,"SON,WITH GREAT POWERS,COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY".I wanted to be different with powers of my own that no one ever imagined.I wanted to kill all the bad guys that pollute this wonderland with their felonies.I wanted to rescue the lady of my dreams shackled inside the darkest cave of the haunted hill watched by the evils eye in the empire of the dark lord himself;YOU KNOW WHO.I wanted to fly high exploring the unknown,defying the boundaries of mankind and conquering the wild.

Time makes us wiser.As we grow old we realize the fact that we belong to the ACTUAL real world and not the one created by SMITH to keep us in wonderland forever.We try our best to forget all that we desired when we were innocent angels running all over the grass fields of our backyard chasing nothing but dreams so powerful which would have changed everything.But my heart is not willing to accept its existence inside a NORMAL human body.It still beats with the hope that someday i will break away from the crowd and will do whatever it would take to save the CHEERLEADER,and of course the WORLD.

You know what,may be its not about having superpowers or using more than 10% of our brain or having muscles coming out from every part of your body making you look like a FCC structure of footballs apparently resembling to a human body.Its not about being different from the crowd or how gifted you are.Its not about being the leader of a social service group that ignites fire between people of different dialects.Its not about reaching the ultimate heights of the political system,drowning in the sea of power and eventually doing nothing for the people.


Its about understanding the importance of the smallest of moments.The tiny things that we often overlook.The weird things that we share with friends.The moment when your heart just stops beating seeing a poor child struggling to get a piece of bread which would make him happy for the day.When you can't hold back your tears for the person you love.Its about making the right choice and not because all others are doing that.Having confidence within all the time.May be its the quality of living our lives so beautifully,being generous to one and all and in the simplest possible way that makes us special, that makes us HEROES.

Love Actually !!!!!

Love....we all are familiar with this beautiful word. Many of us out there claim that we love each other.But do we really understand what it really is? What its like to love someone and to be loved in return? Is it really important that the person you love should love you back? Is it necessary that both should be together ? Well, I always wondered how will i know that i love someone? Will there be a certain sound or a special sign or something ? Or the lord will himself come down with his sparkling ambiance to show me ?

There is this time in our lives when we feel the sudden urge, this thrust to discover and understand what this feeling is about that drives us crazy ? You feel something or someone is interfering with your thoughts as if affecting you from inside and certainly in a good way. You suddenly begin to observe and appreciate the smallest of moments. You start to believe that life is, beautiful!

Love isn't about some ridiculous words, its about grand gestures.Its about airplanes pulling banners over stadiums, proposals on big screens and giant words by sky-writing.Love is about going that extra mile even if it hurts.Letting it all hang out there.Love is about finding courage inside of you even when you didn't know it was there.

You must have read many love stories but the one i have with me is surely real and influencing.They say that love is selfless and kind, it's not at all jealous. Well. its all true folks ! So, let me just go straight to the story.The boy whom i am talking about is a very dear friend of mine so let me tell the story in his words..[[[[[[[

I remember the exact day when it all started.It was 29th May 2005, and i was just looking for a friend over the internet.I had just given the entrance exam to enter the mecca of engineering studies and was looking forward to the results.It did not take long enough when i figured out what the whole chat rooms were about.They had become an interface between people who desired something else. The whole system was overflowing with numerous vulgar creeps.Just when i thought that may be this is not the right place to look for a friend to talk with, may be this is where you can find people to talk dirty, suddenly my eyes focused on an id which resembled mine.

I don't know what it was but felt that this person was what i was looking for.The person was a girl of my age.So i pm'ed her, she replied and the magic began. I had nothing else to do at that time so we had a lot of time to discover each other. Soon i found out that we were not very different people and that inclined me more towards knowing her. Within weeks, she had come very close to me and that was the first time i felt this irrational exuberance. Every time i talked to her. we moved to a higher level of understanding and i realized there was no upper limit.

We started to tell each other everything and discussed our problems.We also used to mail each other often. Her mails used to be all colorful, full of poetry, jokes, smileys and at the end a red rose.I always wondered does she love me already or its just a rose which had nothing to do with love and all. I was all confused about were this relationship was going. But was it really something or was it just me ? Maybe it represented her love for me as her friend.

I always believed that the first step of love is friendship and the last step is also friendship.We were surely very good friends but we hadn't seen each other. It was like i saw her every night in my dreams and that was it. The magic continued and time flew with wings of love all over my little wonderland. Her absence was becoming more and more painful. The exchange of words over the net wasn't enough for me now.So we exchanged phone numbers and i still remember the first time i heard that beautiful voice that was so innocent, gentle and so lovely that i fell in love with it. We didn't talk very often but whenever we did, it felt like the seventh heaven.But in spite of this, we used to talk over the net also. That was something i didn't want to end ever.

Now-a-days the way i see it, love has totally lost its real meaning.The first thing that the young generations look for in their partners is his/her looks, the physical attributes and most importantly the 'bank balance'. The most important thing in a relationship is chemistry or compatibility which does not have anything to do with how good you look or how many bucks you earn.If you are true at heart and a honest person then surely you will see the inner beauty of the person.Every person in this world is beautiful, what you need is to find the right way to look at it.

I never bothered how she looked and had never asked her to give her snap for almost two years. Although i didn't know how she looked, i had seen a face in my dreams with an aura showering every corner with its healing ambiance. I knew it was her. The feelings became so strong, i felt as if she was around all the time. One day when i told her that i wanted to see how she looked she gave me one of her photos.I just thought this is what angels look like.Almost after two years, i started feeling restless.She was all over my mind and she inspired me.She had changed me and i didn't even know. I had grown a lot from this relationship. She taught me how life is lived to the fullest and much more that i can't express in words. We should not keep our feeling to ourselves because no one can say for sure that we will be in this world tomorrow.So don't hide anything from anyone. I told her that i love her and i wasn't surprised when she said she had been feeling the same way for last few days because i felt it. I remember a few lines that totally sum up my little love story...

I saw her first, in the words she wrote;
I saw her next , in the words she said;
You are so far apart,
But close enough that you touched my heart!

I don't know when is the magical day when i get to be with her but even if we never see each other for real i want her to know that my love for her is real. There are other things in our lives which we can't oversee, things that we must do ,things that will make our future, things that will make a difference if not taken care of.I hope she understands why i can't leave all this and be there with her at this point of time. So, what happens next ? I really have no clue.But one day i will complete this little story of mine and lets hopes hamari films ki tarah hamari asali zindagi mein bhi end tak sab thik hoon jaye...Happys Endings..]]]]]]]

That was it from my friend and i hope that they two get together.A very intelligent person has said that a girl needs only three things from the most special person in her life.Those three things are love,trust and respect.I guess the same is true for boys too.Nothing else matters, believe me!