Success ke baad ka plan sabke paas hai ... lekin agar galti se fail ho gaye ... toh failure se kaise deal karna hai ... koi baat hi nahi karna chahta
And we all thought...what we will do...if you get a chance to meet you....but never thought how to console ourself in your such early demise...no one literally non of us....but we need to accept the harsh reality .....
Jis mehfil ne thukraya humko, kyun us mehfil ko yaad kare ... aage lamhe bula rahe hai, aao unke saath chale....the way you delivered your dialogs....the finest of finest acts....Are you hearing the cry of your fandom.....you r hearing right?? That smile...and the freshness in you.....how you thought of leaving us all in tears....to an unknown place ..maybe to which we don't know the way to....and if know someday...maybe we won't cm back to tell the others....
Tumhara result decide nahi karta hai ki tum loser ho ki nahi ... tumhari koshish decide karti hai
There was this amazing guy in his early 80's, passionate about wrist watches.
I gave him a wrist watch and ever since then he never missed a single day wearing it.
Yep! There were times when it stopped or needed some repair. He use to repair that, modify if necessary but he kept on wearing it with a pride.
So with fascination one day I asked him about his craze about wrist watches. And rest what happened was just out of the world.
Our talk lasted for no less than two hours. He was unable to talk coz of his age but he shared every inch of his unshared memories. He shared his moment of how he earned his first wrist watch and other pride moments. That talk was so unique that he even shared his first and last experience of his first cigarette. That was something which taken our conversation to next level.
Coz in our society we as a kids suppose to assume that our elders are 'The prefect' and they absolutely don't make mistakes.
But this thing somewhere changed my perspective. And when he was sharing this there was slight tears in his eyes. Offcourse tears of contentment.
I guess at the end of the day theres this memories only which we all remains with, and all you need is someone to share those with. I am really glad that I was the last person of his life to whom he expressed his unshared memories. Will miss him alot but yep! I am happy that he is in peace.
P.S : In India the lite fire is consider as a soul. A small idea for reference of "something which cannot be given form." One of the incredible ideas which fascinate me alot.