"Highs and lows are all part of the same game, in fact, I think highs and lows are great friends with each other. I say so, because you would have never seen a situation where there are 'only' highs or strictly speaking 'only' lows. They are always found together as a couple in love. The idea seems so cool at the outset but honestly the "lows" are too painful for the weaker mortals. A rainbow shines to save such mortals from the pull of 'lows' and this shiny rainbow is called 'hope'. Hope is a beautiful phenomenon as it makes the weaker person into a less weaker person and a stronger person into a more stronger person. I feel a man with no hope is equivalent to a man in 'buffalo state' who chooses to give up easily and decides to pursue his/her 'vegetable' existence. People, please never lose hope ever!!! Being stupidly optimistic seems a better idea than being an ugly pessimistic. Optimism and realism may not go hand in hand always, point taken, but 'hope' does help in bridging this gap in a big way. Try it out for yourself. We all at one point in life have chased a lost cause. There is something that still keeps us going and that's what I call - 'hope against hope'. While this flow of thought was still on, I was reminded of several such instances where there exists 'a hope against all hopes'... This piece was written on Aug 2nd, 2010."
It’s what the every coin dropped in a dilapidated bowl is to a beggar…
It’s what every rain is to a peacock…
It’s what a mother’s lap is to a daughter after a bad day…
It’s what a small light throwing hole in a prison is to a criminal…
It’s what a pain killer is to a patient in pain…
It’s what a blanket is to a poor fragile old man on the pavement…
It’s what a Rs. 10 daily wage is to a feeding mother…
It’s what every gram lost is to a fat loser…
It’s what a good mock is to a CAT aspirant…
It’s what writing “H loves A” in a heart shaped frame on a tree is to a beloved…
It’s what the sight of Mata’s bhavan is to a tired Hindu and makes him walk more…
It’s what a lost phone number in an old rusty diary is to a lost friend…
It’s what a small'er' bribe is to a frustrated citizen…
It’s what a hand held does to a blind man trying to cross the road…
It’s what a star mail is to a demotivated soul…
It’s what a kind word is to a humiliated man…
It’s what some dates are to a Roza keeper…
It’s what a marriage proposal is to a rape victim…
It’s what a beautiful dress is to the girl on her first date…
It’s what a “I will be there with you always” is to a girl who wants to be loved…
Cheers,
Henanksha
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