little things

you see i was about to give up on this blog...
But seldom have men had a way of their own...
lo...... one comment by someone special
and here i am on the road again........
so before starting out i think i should start with a thanks for the amazing response from all my readers(ok that sounded really cliche)
well anyways starting out on this one...
i think i am gonna tell you guys a story this time ..
like all fables big or small,
this one had a guy..
ah...yes the guy
well ..once lived a guy ...just about my age ...just like all us new formed adults.....
snobby,well to do& arrogant
quite good at studies though ....
went to college..
and like all guys his age wanted a car which he had by all means possible told his dad...
and was sure to get it...
time passed by...as it always does..as it always has ...and as it will continue to...
years passed and this was the day
came the day of the his graduation results
he did quite well and in his heart he knew..
this was he day he was gonna get his dream...his first car
adrenaline charged and high on hope he was....
he came running back home...... to his living room

hey dad ,where's my gift?

daddy signalled him to his bedroom...
he went in and saw a diary lying on his bed side table ...
on the first page it was written "to my son"
what the.........?
driven by the plethora of emotions and the fear of peer jibes...
he runs out........

strange as it may seem but young blood sees no reason when in anger.

That boy, from that day never ever talked to or met his father again.
does well in his life ,buys many of his own car.But no connections what so ever with his dad.Thought of him a lot of times but stubborn as he was like i told you at the beginning.
Decades later he receives a phone call informing him of his dad's death.

Heart broken and in remorse he goes back to his home.
while walking around he goes to what was once his own room...
strangely enough his room is all the same as he had left it...
no one seemed to have touched it .there was the diary lying on the floor the same angle he had thrown it.picking it up he felt pangs of pain but wait what
?
what was he feeling?
There was something strapped to the back of the diary..
is it....
no i can't be...
he couldn't believe it....
like all tragedies this story took a turn..
there was the key to the car ...
the car...the very same car he wanted to buy...
the very same car his dad had bought it... and was trying to give his son a surprise....
and he hadn't even cared to look back and listen to what his dad was trying to tell him.......
that brings us the end of this story.....
no one knows what happened of that guy...or the car .......or whatever...
but that's isn't what matters is it?
i know ....i know it's not a very good one
first it's not entirely possible...
secondly i haven't ended it properly...



But i think it will drive my point across....
Many times in life arises the situation when we don't get what we
desired for and maybe toiled day and night.....
but what we fail to realize is maybe it's the same thing but in a
different packing.....
instead of cribbing maybe if we could
take a moment we would realize
how many important things we miss out in our lives...
just because we failed to realize them.....
his plans are too elaborate for us to understand...
and instead of questioning him on every failure maybe we could
work hard and thank him for what we got....
and btw he is god.....


so maybe we'll try and find a stepping stone to success
in our next failure....

and start caring about the little things in life.............

signing off i give you the lyrics of one of my recently favorited song......this one is called "overkill" by colin haye....
mail me if u want it.....
and also comment about this post...
u guys are my only motivation..(;
cya then





"i cant get to sleep.
i think about the implications...
diving into deep
possibly the complications..
specially at night i worry over situations...
that i know will be alright ,it's just overkill....
i know it will be all right
perhaps its just imagination
day after day reappears....
night after night
my heart beat shows me the fear
goes to bear and fade away
come back another day"