Success In Life

Perhaps ,this is what is called as motivation.
The drive to keep one self through the trough of failures.
Agreed everyone can’t be Michael Jordan
But each and every one of us can be our-selves.


Nobody realizes the effort behind the success.
Truly failures are pedestal for our destiny.
Where we reach is anybody’s guess
But they will remain as only guess work which could remain on paper.


Ask your mind what should be my destination
Tell your senses there lies my goal.
Take motivation from the motivated.
Gain momentum from your inner heart.


What could be said and done about the greatest failures
For they have often scripted the most celebrated Victories.
But even then the pain of failure is bound to hurt
Rather it will be the sweet cherry on top of that Successful Cream


My aim is only to motivate people with my own Senses.
Because I believe in my own world and words
One can successful by helping others to so.
But then everything doesn’t depend on others.


Rather you need someone for yourself.
That I advice should be yourself.
If You are always there for others.
Then you won’t be alone since you are there with you


Don’t measure your Success with a Pan
For there in nothing which could measure that
Everything has its won Value and Creation
That is the beauty of God’s Creation.


What is life without you?
But It is nothing without others too.
Rather a harsh comment on those who think of them
Who are they to think of them?


I don’t know how many agree with me.
For most of my time I am alone in my world
That is why you see such crazy writing from me
It would make no sense for others but for me it does


People tell me I contradict myself many a times
But no conclusion will be without controversy
For there could be nothing called So
It there isn’t something called Some


This is not to confuse anyone
Don’t assume that I am confused
Since there is none who is not confused .

A Blossomed Rose nipped in its Bud

The girl next door…!!!
The idea of writing something which others could accept in a manner which
will make me happy was lingering in my mind for a long time now ,but i somehow was
not able to find the time and will to do it. But here I am with my first Chapter.

This is my narration of a small movie which depicted the life of a person ,Meena in this case which exposes the cruelty of life along with its beauty, and hence felt that I should share my experience with you all.

A small story about a girl who builds her family only get herself destroyed amidst the mist of rural India and the ignorance of people and also their unknown craze for Money..

There was small village by name Bendhapur in interior Southern India.
As usual the tale of people was no different from the rest of our country rural atleast.
Poverty, illiteracy , Ignorance….
There was this time when monsoon failed and people used to struggle for a meal and
the plight throughout the village was no different.
Blame on them, but for what? Just because they stayed at villages doing farming,
that would be the most sarcastic reason to think off..
Blame it on the Government, but for what? For letting this people to be ignorant .
I would rather blame the people who say they represent the Government on one side and common man on the other side.

Faced with the brunt of poverty and starvation the villagers were in search of some form of livelihood with the failure of Monsoon , which supposed to be natural calamity is turning out to be an event every year just like our Film fare awards.

Then from nowhere the village was intruded by some greedy landlords and small scale Industrialists whose main aim was build an empire for themselves ,have their wife and children well off at the cost of their neighbour.
They took advantage of the society at that moment and introduced to the village the art of Child Labour.

As usual just like a typical Indian Village there was a teacher in a small enclosure called School who was worried about the future. He always remained the unheard voice ..

Lightning now-a-days selects people and then strikes.

A telling blow was put to the future of children of that village, as usual it was the Girl children who were made to bare the brunt as they were compelled to go to work leaving their family, in search of measly pay which for them was more than sufficient to raise their family.

My character called Meena was no different. She was made to sacrifice her life for the sake of her family.

Here I would like to give a brief description of her family members.

One hand there was her mother who was not very happy with the turn around of events ,as will which mother like it ? Here was her child who was a going to school the next day being put to work in a small factory for which she had to travel a huge distance but then there was this company bus which used to pick them early in the morning even before the sunrise.
(Perhaps the present firms in urban India
Learnt their concept of Cab facility from them ,,,who knows…!!)

She had a small brother named kutty who was very happy with their life but I just pity him for what he knew what was about to happen. She faced the dilemma of separation from her brother for the sake of money. Meena left home before kutty wakes up and comes only after he goes to bed.

Somewhere I felt the balance of our family structure was getting affected with all these improvements.

Hold on a moment how will Meena’s description be complete without a mention of her Father. I don’t have any personal vendetta against him for he was one of the most irresponsible person. He was ecstatic with his daughter’s earnings ,pretty happy to spend the money but somewhere down the lane forgot that even Meena is a Human being with all the emotions as him.Perhaps he might have thought that Girls don’t qualify for being treated equally in our society .

Meena ,as she grew up takes the responsibility of being the sole breadwinner of her family. But then as it happens many time, cupid strikes and she falls for a boy and the unimaginable happens.

Meena elopes with the guy and they get married but did they live happily. No why?

How can our Society let them live happily.?

Fresh from being a victim of Child Labour for the past few years she now becomes a scape goat for another evil in our society called “Caste Culture“ .

Diversification of people on the basis caste ,creed ,religion ,Is it ever going to stop..? I wonder.

But as a traditional Indian Family ,Meena’s parents are unable to take the turnaround of events (There is a popular saying from our ERT Instructor .Smoke is what kills a person more than fire. I would tell the society is what kills Indians rather than the crime) and her mother commits Suicide. Meena’s father is left with all his memories of olden days where he basked in the fame of his daughter’s work which got transformed to money only to realize now he was wearing a mask.
But then I would tell it’s too late, because cruelty strikes in pairs and to provide an end to the story Meena also kills herself.

Now I am left to wonder What does this entity called Meena’s Life stand for without the noble soul in it which was traumatized by all the possible social evils that prevails in our country. It’s waiting for its burial and at least till that school master survives in this world Meena will be remembered.

But I am not talking about one Meena here, there are innumerable of them sacrificing themselves for the welfare of their family. How is our Society rather we going to recognize them? Somebody help me with this question.

Let those battered souls be an example for the path which our country is taking today, but as the popular saying goes.”Who cares…”?

As I read in a book which talks about Re-incarnation” The soul Never Dies, for the body is never alive “..needless to say they will live on for ever and I just pray that one fine day they will take some other material form and come back to our world..perhaps to get a better deal from us then…..!!!!

Who am I

Hi People,
This is Naveen ,an Engineering graduate from Bangalore working in a MNC presently.
My Interests vary often but one that doesn't change is my Passion towards my Famliy and Friends although not explicitly expressed.
Love Outdoor Games and travelling with friends.