for this...

This ones a comment posted by someone...
(about whom I have no clue but... m sure... something has changed inside of me... and just hope that the comment would do so to you to0...)
thanx a million... for this...

Read the post, whole of it though it was quite long. It's around 3 at night. I didn't feel like sleeping and wanted to read or write and feel some sort of connection. I was literally searching for something that can have some impact. Read a few blogposts of unknown people randomly (following random links) and reached here. Read this post and then I knew I'd to write something. Let's see what follows.

around 200 people died in Bombay. farmers commit suicide in India. The flood in Kosi devastated lives of thousands. What did I do? Cringed, wrapped myself in another thick layer to keep my inside untouched by the dirt of this world. The realization: or the irony of it: how can we remove the dirt and still stay pure? How can I touch something and still stay untouched?
Clueless, directionless I ventured into an unknown world where the voice again said to me the same words.. stand up, grow up, get out of these days of fairytales and magicworld, and hold them. those millions of people, the orphans, the forlorn, all of them need you.
Everytime it happens, I tell myself: Yeah! I know that. I'm aware, 24 X 7 aware. I know the bigger purpose, I know that it's calling, I know that I'll eventually have to take that first step and initiate the war. If I don't, my soul won't find its peace. However, amid all this, the little girl inside..... what of her? Her dreams? Those dreams and secrets of her world which she has kept so safe, so preserved in her heart for such a long time. What of them? all the wait in vain? Right now, I can feel her, her shivering dreams which she's kept inside her fists unscathed and preserved like her own little child.. i can feel her heartbeat.. so fragile it seems that it fills me with a fear. Will she be able to let go of all her dreams, all her desires for the sake of that purpose?

Right now, I've no clue. It seems just too hard. Just with a bit of self-belief, how far can we go? How far? You look up at the sky and scream, and in return, you find God's silence. Why does God always reply in this unknown language?

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There's so much turmoil at times. Perhaps He speaks through silence. And the silence always tells me that she'll, if she has to find her peace, she'll be able to carve her own path. The soul in her will outdo that girl. The spirit will take her to the level where she can feel herself inside every other individual. When her own world won't exist, because their world will become hers and her own will sink deep inside her. Perhaps during this lifetime, she won't get time for herself, but the wait will continue, in silence, in solitude, in those moments when she will pray or look at the sky, when she will dream of that unknown, or when the infinite amount of love will again oodle inside her tiny heart, she will stay assured, she will know that wherever He is, He would be feeling exactly the way she's feeling. This life is just not for love. This life of ours doesn't belong to us. This life is to let go of all dreams, all desires. This life is to step out of the shackles of "me" and "I". This life is a prayer to God. and like a prayer, it must be kept selfless.
and someday, in some birth, this wait will be over. and that would be in a better world. The world we and the children of this nation will create.
I love that unknown. But I'll keep him off, I've no way to justify this, I just have to. But someday I'll return to him, with all dreams and every bit of love kept preserved as my most precious jewel.

and till then, the purpose, the call, the sacrifice, dumping that little girl and all her dreams in a corner.... everything justified. The purpose. that's it.

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and you, my dear dear friend, when you feel the pinch in your heart, when your soul cringes at the thoughts of terror, when you feel the drops of tears filing your eyes, when your heart cries and soul wants to scream, please do it.
I'll give you some idea: have some friends of yours with you. Make some posters, banners and put them at public places, colleges/CCDs etc. Have some sort of get together and talk, debate, argue, and ignite the fire inside others. Spread the fire around. It's not that tough. And if you cant' do this, then at least discuss it all with people, take this vow that you'll try your best to trigger such sort of discussions amongst your peers. whenever you're out for any lunch/dinner, dont let your friends discuss yuvraj singh or shahrukh's new movie or their other friends or gfs/bfs, discuss with them India, our society, our people, the evils, what's wrong, how it can be rectified etc etc, the list is too long. At least make them "think" so that they may look outside their own cosy world...