Thought to post a lil bit of me, working in a collage,

making my way between myself.. bit hard, but trying

makes me succeed.. the difficult thing is life is, competing with your ownself.. and believe me, its the best..

if u win over u, u can win over anything..

adios :)

ma story..

its been too long, since I had my word done

so starting here a new rhythm of mine to be sung..


coming out been born in 199-1
it was the year, one time of fun..
broke out on the first month on 9..
had my frst smile like world was mine..
i was kid, those times were young,
used to sip milk with ma tongue..
saw the girl so fine in my hood..
took her with me, we got along so good
we were in love we knew we had this time..
but the life was hard people declared love as a crime..
i couldnt believe i could ever fall apart
but she took ma life took ma heart..
i grew up her memories faded with days..
the world was fast it was like a maze..


stepped in ma teen had changes running in me..
i dint know i would find her with the eyes like blue sea..
it was the age to fall the age to strike..
i had lost all the love it was like broken bike..
i called her up on the saturday night
we promised we would stay alive till th morning light
we hooked up i had lost ma pride..
she enjoyed that night, bt i had a hell ride..
i woke up the next morning found her gone..
i was so fucked up, painted ma walls white with ma brown..
went to school met that bitch..
bt she was so high on ma jism i had to ditch..
i went through this for a new life to have..
was strong enough to take another stab..


ma years were running high i was now 16..
i locked that booty it was like never ever seen..
this time i knew it is my one girl
she was so b-e-a-utiful like she was my world..
the night of farewell turned out one ugly shyt..
the bitch was ready to faff i was like not to turn it..
the love was strong it ran for years 3..
bt the separation was hard so we had to break free..


i was 19 ,ready to drink and drive..
i was alone it was hard to make ma name survive..

my mom was worried for me 

she couldnt see what i am going to be.. 

it was like a box of no futures a no aim to see..

i had fallen many times had bruises on ma knee

kept ma toes walking ran thousand miles.. 

broke those fragile things it was worth those smiles.. 

walking the streets still on ma torn shoe

standing up tall without no clue.. 

God: GOD or EVILDOER

Hey fellas.. Good day y'all. Third post incoming (though I don't have much of readers. lol).. This is not with vengeance. This is in contrast to believes off y'all on the almighty God(though I know this can be offensive and racist act of deed, so just wanna apologize if I'm messing around, aight, as I intend not to do so, or hurting, with no purpose to hurt). I know I'm quite a deviated from my topic of "daily call" but the incident I'm elaborating to justify my theory was just discovered by me on a usual SUNDAY(14-3-10) morning..

I was on my way to the Hindu holy pilgrimage site a.k.a Vrindavan. It was like usual Saturday morning. I reached there. Worshiped God and went to those DESI stalls outside the temple premises. It was like congested area so people dint have much of space to sit. Then in the middle of all, I don’t know what anger stroke a 65 year old man that he started beating the sh*t out of a 45 year old before his family just for a fu*king space to sit. And this all happened some meters away from the Almighty’s thorn. And I was like people don’t respect the God himself. This incident made me think what and who is God? Is He evil? What do we worship Him for? What do we respect Him for? Are we afraid of his powers?

It’s like whenever we are down with bad luck we plead before him, whenever we are in need of something we knee afore him, when we are stuck in the middle of a problem we crawl and ante our full of faith in him asking him to pluck us out and promising never to do so. As in we are abashed and scared of the next move of Him.

We laugh at Him when we encounter a DOOM and then please Him when DOOM encounters US. No one laugh at Him on the day they realize that the last sight they’ll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes. But God can be funny at a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke, or when the crazies say He hates us and they get so red in the head you think they’re ‘bout to choke God can be funny, when told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way and when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini God can be hilarious yet EVILDOER. Think what we do. Think how we are acting. Think what’s supposed to happen. Just ever think about HIM

All the time I’d been puzzling my mind to find a vent leading to a place where I can actually feel God to be God not just a SOUL WITH POWERS to scare the rest. Reading this post you can totally put the lid on me as um totally contradicting to my own self, I want to clinch these strings nailed on me about Him.

Don’t know if I’m making sense, but then this only my blog-mates can let me know.

IS THE "GOD" WORD LIVING AND "ACTIVE"?

Thanks!

This is my second post but I won't be discussing any theory or practical solution to thy problems.. But just want to dedicate it to my very own first special follower, Ayushi.. Thanks girl for following my blogs and being the first member in my virtual family.. You read my first blog with full passion and pointed the first mistake.. "A good writer loves his critic. and so I love you". I hope u devote more of your time to my post and pluck out the unintentional errors :).. It feels so good watching people parking their butts in your blog and actually reading.. I hope more and more people join me and get in sink with what my thoughts are and would comment their own choice of opinion.. More and more suggestions are welcomed and I'll be very much particular in rectifying it(them) in time..

Thanks y'all and Ayushi(you'll be always special).. Read more and more :) Take care.

Preface!

All ma bloggers this is ma first post so all I'd be writing would be totally linked to me as in my introduction..

So here stands before u is Rish Jain a 19 year old Jainism boy from Delhi, the capital state of India, pursuing his computers from Amity university(though I think this all aint required) trying to make a bruise on as many as online users..

All I'd be discussing here in ma blog would be connected to daily impedes we break through in our routine schedule.. The times when we mess up and got no loop hole and feel ourself stuck.. So how to seek that hope and how to trace it, I'd be probably telling(if yall help me).. Hope yall stick in with me and reply as much as you can..

Yall take care! I ll be soon catching up !