Hhhhhhhhh.....

Honestly,I didn't hate you as such but then I didn't love you either.I saw no reason why girls should swoon over you like a mad gushing bunch.You physique never really quivered me.You meant nothing.Your existence was of no standing value to me.Apparently,you were just a blue eyed poster boy.Till today.Till a few minutes back.Now,I am in love with you.You gave me that motivation amidst all the pulling back,all the lows.You just inspired me.There is nothing called impossible,you reinstigated that belief in me,for,somewhere it was all becoming fuzzy and forgotten.Shortcomings had taken over the strengths.They were almost on their way to victory defeating the will.But you showed me the way out.

You stammered,you still do you admitted.A disability not life hampering in an exceedingly large way but causing enough mental anguish nevertheless.I can't imagine what a difficult childhood you must have had.Oh!the boys at school would snigger and you would flunk the orals.Could you participate in the elocution and read fluently the chapters in class.Not a chance.You would walk with your head down and became painfully shy.

We only see what you are today,we didn't know you practice for an hour each day so you wouldn't falter under our scanning eyes.And I almost forgot about that back problem of yours-scoliosis.I feel a little backache today and I sat all day long pilling on muscle relaxants.You made me forget the little ache which I think was too much for me.Scoliosis, really?If you could manage that what is my pain!!With that gangly matchstick body,a mammoth effort to even utter words and a physical pain you triumphed.You did it!!With all those larger-than-life roles,speaking impeccable Urdu in long sentences you won our hearts!You are a Hero,thank you Mr.Hritik Roshan(and I am amazed how unmanageable it must have been to even speak your own name,an important part of your identity,like you told us you stammer most with the silent alphabets like "H" and other explosive words like "P").Hats off to you.

I am not a great fan of Celebrity Talk Shows usually but  Tere Mere Beech Mein by Farah Khan is OUTSTANDING!Go watch it to understand the power of today's episodes.

Takhliya

The Weakest Link

Status:Ranting 

I often fail to realize why do some people criticize so much,not about the system,amenities or such worldly pursuits but people.Constant chiding leads to a complete break down of a person's confidence and the ever vulnerable self-esteem.A little unfavourable judgment can be bearable and constructive but when it is not balanced with some sort of appreciation and acceptance,it can be disastrous!This is not to say of the mortals who are born just for this job and would never let go of an opportunity to say negative things about anyone but of those who matter to us and to whom we mean something as well.And since their opinion counts if it is disconfirming all the time it zaps us of all the goodwill we thought we possessed.It pushes us deep in that dungeon of guilt like we didn't have enough baggages already. 

I don't say that impressions must never be expressed.They should be,nothing must ever bottle up.But yes,if something unpalatable has been spoken of a person and the soul in consideration accepts his mistake it shouldn't be the only thing ever told.Little appreciation when not in foul mood can wipe off most distraught accusations made in a fit of rage or so I believe.Why is it always so difficult to speak positively?Why do we unremittingly feel the urge to say that which is evil but think our minds can be scanned for what good we feel in our hearts?And to quote Carrie Bradshaw "Why is it is easy to believe the bad reviews and not the good ones"?