A GIRL IN 8TH...

I was just sitting and was thinking about the course of my life analyzing the opportunities I have grabbed and some of those I have missed. I was in turmoil of all the combination and permutations that my life could have been. It is sometimes funny, sometimes adventurous and sometimes makes you sad and suddenly you realize the path you have traversed is just perfect(100% tailor-made for you).

Then a little girl added her spice. She made me realize sometimes what it feels when a powerful person(coz of position) just doesn't hear you or say doesn't understand you thereby not approving your creation or imagination to be published. You feel "Who the hell are you to judge me? (Point samajh nahi aaya to...you say it's not worth it!)".

The story is...

Few days back an 8th grade girl showed her little poem...with spark in her face and twinkle in her eyes. She was happy to show her first ever poem. As I read the poem, she was eagerly waiting for the words of (obviously) praise.

And seriously the poem had content. These days when you are lost in assignments and projects, this little girl gave her thoughts some words. For a 13 year old girl to notice an object and contemplate its meaning or compare it with real life is awesome.

The poem goes as:

CANDLE

Lo at the candle
discarding the darkness,
And turning it bright
to give others the required light.

As the candle burns
and removes dark as a magic,
The man also turns
superstitions into correct logic.

As the candle is bright at birth
and dark in death,
The man is vibrant after birth
and dull at the time of death.

But not to forget the
services of candle and man,
Which always light
up our lives.

You must be thinking why this poem here? This is because yesterday she came to me with sparkling eyes again...but this time because of the tears and not the twinkle. She was sad...her poem was not selected to be published in school magazine. She said "main to sochi ma'am bahut hi intelligent hain, par ma'am ko to itni simple baat hi samaj nahi aati..." and said "ma'am kehti hain next time".

She knew 'Mam's' next time won't come...

And she innocently asked me again "Sachi, meri poem achi thi na?". I was simply stuck and moved. I just told her "You are awesome dear, tere jaise to main bhi nahi soch sakti...bas aise hi continue kar, main publish karti hoon na tere poem ko".

And so I am here creating this blog...'My personal publisher'. I just request the powerful people to please just don't discard the ideas/creation...atleast tell the ways to improve.

And finally the spark returned in her eyes and that feel...that feel made my day.

Do comment to make the sweet girl happy.

I believe-

Smile is contiguous

And so is happiness... :-)