Long long ago , so long ago... no one knows how long ago......

Seeing the tittle - which is a familiar story-start up, don't think there would be a story.  Sorry folks, there's no story today. But I am gonna write about the past in the present. Confusing is it.. ? Don worry, you will be more perplexed when you get to the end of the post. We've learnt about past, our past, the past of ancestors and their ancestors , their ancestors and so on.. in a very "interesting" branch of human study called History.  I don't know why most of my friends loathed this beautiful branch of study, which is the base of how we live and what we do today. I really don't get to know why most of my pals had a great aversion to this stream, which enables us to lead a fairly peaceful and comfortable life today , tomorrow and the day-after... But this is not a lecture about the  importance of History and its significance in modern life, upon which we have been lectured several times by our highly capable teachers. Past is a huge ocean, I am not saying about the past of the whole universe. I am appealing to the past of ourselves - our own past - our childhood,  maybe our first love, moments- the tricky ones, confusing ones, lovely ones, emotional ones.... the ones we like to remember...!! But there are some, which are not worth remembering. The sad ones, humiliating ones, joyless ones , the unfortunate and unfulfilled ones, the ones which crush us...  ----  all these make up our past, our own past. !! Each one of us know that its important to keep in mind, our past to take steps that make up our future.  

Yesterday will definitely influence, not only today but also the "tomorrow" and the "days after tomorrow" ... 

Therefore, lead a pleasant present so that in the future, when you turn back , you will have a joyful past to look at , which will keep you going till you attain mortality or... immortality ...----- who knows.  :)

The True Artist

The tRuE ArTiSt...

There are somethings in life which people may not be able to get with money. One such pleasure is seeing a beautiful and charming young girl painting her own imagination on a sheet of paper. For the girl, her whole world is the layout she runs her hands on, her aides are the mighty paint brushes of different heights and sizes, a basket of colors like paints, pens, inks and the crazy crayons of course. The pretty girl's only aim for then is to make the blank layout she works on, into one which is just neat, colorful and attractive. The curiosity lies in the fact that she is not selfish, nor in search of fame and appreciation when she beautifully runs her hand over the most fortunate bare sheet of paper. Her eyes constantly search every corner of the layout on which she works - to add more value to her work. She puts her heart and soul in whatever she does, eyes on the layout and mind about her own imagination and about how better can she portray her endless flow of imaginations and ideas. When she sees someone looking at her (which is very rare ) , she smiles... the smile is innocent and it can even mold the hardest of men . She does not complain the sweat which comes from her thin and fragile hands, but she takes them as signs of encouragement, signs to move forward and work harder. The layout which is fortunate to get such a pretty and cute girl working on it, cooperates with the girl and responds joyfully to her creative hands. She then takes a step forward, playing with the layout, interacting with it and making use of the things available, brings out a magic. Her eyes are simply magical - they pay keen attention to each and every mark on the paper , they sense what can be done out of nothing. The true artist never feels that she has done 100% justice to the layout and her imagination. She feels something lacking in her beautiful masterpiece although she's worked on it for several hours, days, months, or even years. The lacking thing may strike the artist in a second or may strike her after hours of staring her masterpiece. But it will strike - sometime or the other. Once it strikes, she will eventually make amends and pulls out a never seen wonder at which people look gaping their mouths. She keeps the thousands of praises aside and gets to work to one more spell-bounding beauty.

Hope i were the brush she holds, or the layout she works on , or at least the crazy and naughty crayons.. But all i can do for now is write about her. ... And say that i am glad to have had her as my class mate and one of my dear friends ..... !!