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Monday, 31 August 2015

It Was Not A Failure, It Was Love

Standing Together

Head let down, she had cried.
She tried to smile, though her smile lied.
Nothing to be happy about,
She still took a roundabout.

For life was a journey long,
Neither was it simple, nor was it throng.
The most important part was,
That it was not a sing-song.

She realised this, as she moved to school,
Her eyes fetching success from her dreams,
While the day had something else in store.
She had failed, failed the yearly exams,
While her mother cleared her tears,
There was no one to sympathise with them.
But soon she asked herself,
Was it the end of life after all?

No, it was not. For, that day she started-
To work even harder, not that she didn't earlier.
This time, she had an aim even farther.
Not good at studies, she had to fall-
But she wasn't the one who lost,
For she got up again.

This time she spent time with herself,
This time, no way she could let happen,
What she saw on her mother's face,
She couldn't let her cry,
For it was around her, that her world occurred.

The days passed into nights,
The nights passed into days,
The person who came out,
Was strong enough-
To sustain tolerance in her heart.

Not to answer the world,
For what had happened wrong with her,
But to tell herself that she was a winner.

Then one day finally, when success came,
She didn't celebrate or smile,
She just touched her mom's face,
And kissed her, a kiss of symphony-
Love and trust.
It was the magical moment,
For it was gratitude for unconditional love,
That they felt for each other.

Mother and daughter sat together,
Watching over the memories,
Of the last year and now,
The acceptance of loss and strength to answer-
With results and hard work.

Sunday, 30 August 2015

The Last Walk With You

Picture Credit: Pritam Singh Vaid

Your name is wisdom, while my name is sacrifice.
Your name is a vision, while few call me malice. 
You're referred as a gem, while I am called clogged water.
You're beauty, while I am considered a half cut tree.

I tried to build you, while you tried to take it away from me.
The dream which we once shared was lost amidst,
Our ego's crossing each other's heart, mind and soul.
Where once I had thought of a journey long,
You left me in between, to count the distance across.
You're far, while I am water hitting the shore, in the waves.

I think I tried too hard to be yours, and that only separated us,
And became the reason why the dream which once we shared,
Is bereft of any value, care or affection. You forgot,
how it needed me too, as much as it needed you.

Friday, 28 August 2015

Addressing The Soul

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Call it busyness or call it business, the crux is that we always have something or the other to do. Either assignment questions are pending or updating a website while working in a social media firm is waiting for us. How so ever you think, time would stop for you; it just does not. Time moves by, and one has to hold on to moments to take our peace from them. One need not lazily let the free time walk past, but the question here is; that is there any free time? Or is it, free time in disguise? That it only appears as free time for a person when in real it is not such. I go to visit a friend of mine, I come back home and to find my peace I start walking in a park that would lead me to the metro station on my way back home. Now is spending time in the park with myself, walking alone; does it mean free time to me? The question is this. Or is the free time which one is able to spend doing whatever one likes, away from all responsibilities or deadlines of the world. Yes, to me that is peace. Similarly if I like walking in the park and if I can do that without any fear of deadlines than yes to me it is peace. I am sure, every person has his/her own way to find peace. Another question that arises in my mind is, whether I respect the time that I get with myself, that I am proud enough to call it my free time?

Yes, that forms the basis regarding how my life tends to become. About whether I am happy in this life of mine or not? That is the question I am raising. Am I really happy using my cellphone and chatting with my friends the whole day? Am I happy working in a social media firm and completing their deadlines the whole days and the whole nights? Am I happy with the fear lurking on my head of getting fired from my company every other day? Am I happy on having joined an NGO, where I work on my off-days from college? Am I happy doing all of this in the time which I could spend with my loved ones? Wouldn't I be sad when later I would realise that I missed a lot of time I could spend with them, doing something or the other. But at the same time if that thing gave me happiness than I will say, I was right. I will take a stand for myself and believe me that it is only you, who is responsible for all your actions. Answer all these questions above and try to find the pursuit of your happiness. Ask yourself what you are seeking from what you are doing. Spend time with yourself figuring out where your life is going and believe in yourself in the end. Because no one knows you better than you, yourself. 

Sip coffee, close your eyes and breathe while counting the strength and peace of every breath. Find yourself in this journey of life. Maybe you won't get all your answers today, but that's the beauty of life; it takes you to a journey worth cherishing for whatever happens to you. For whatever bad happens, it becomes out to be a lesson and builds you further and for whatever good happens, it helps you understand the offerings that life has in store for you. Good Luck and All The Best! 


Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Sunday, 23 August 2015

About Sentiments And Moving On

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Why is it, that people did what they did, for fame? Why is it, that people looked for profit from every action that they performed? Why was it, that people like me judged every other person, every time out of joy and out of grief? The questions kept on ranging, until the last question summed up my ideology. I had found that I was a person in this league of people. 

I asked myself that Gagan, why is it that you look at other people and let them affect you. Why is it, that they easily hurt you for a moment; till the time when you try to forget them, and move on in life? Why did sentiments have to break a person? Oh, wait; sentiments only formed people. But no wait again, people were made of bones, of organs and of a soul, some would say. So why was it that sentiments ruled the lives of people? Why does one blame the heart when one is hurt? Just because it hurts in the intense of our chest, or near the place where our heart is situated in the body; or is it, that heartbeat was responsible for one's life that we grant heart the shape of love?

Questions, questions and questions would strike; till your sleep would strike. There might be a revolution in the manner that you forget broken passages of your heart, but can broken passages be ever built again? No, but they bring to you experiences of life. And moreover experiences grant you strength to not break again or succumb easily to difficulties or turmoil of life. 

Life is like a glass of wine. When you sip it first, you want to take the next sip, and it continues till the time the glass of wine is empty. And you are in the drunken state, left with memories of loss, wins or just someone who was once special to you. Let it be, don't sunken into the deep feeling to guide yourself to depression, rather forget and take lessons to not fall easily again.  

Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Thursday, 20 August 2015

Diary or MS Word? What Do You Prefer?

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Yes, times have changed. Yes, from notebooks there is a switch to the usage of technology. I will type my thoughts and frame them, the way I think appropriate. But often do I give a thought, over how powerful social media is for that matter. For the matter of, penning down one's thoughts. The very 'irony' is, that the keys have taken the form of 'penning', and 'handwriting' has taken a form of 'fonts'. That's how I can sum it up, yet proudly I can say- there is no harm in it. For, the very idea behind technology is not to create a disturbance in our lifestyles, although it has become out to be one barrier leading to many kinds of disturbances.

I remember a time when my school teacher in one of her lectures commented on how technology was good till a point one could make use of it in a positive manner; "the day, technology starts making use of you, then the idea of technology takes a backseat," she had said.

"Do not let technology sit on your minds, that you take form of robots. I do not want my students to behave like human robots. You are meant to go out in gardens and playing fields, to take in cool, calming, soothing breeze- and also exercise and keep your mind and body fit and fine." Said the teacher.

I like to talk to my friend on whatsapp, I like to 'Like', my friend's picture on facebook. Sometimes when I am writing, I feel how less is my knowledge of words. I use the same, simple words again and again while I write, while I speak. The reason behind it I can say is, that I have stopped learning.

In a recent talk which I attended in Delhi, I listened to an author saying, "I would rather read a novel, than spend time on social media for seamless hours and get nothing out of it, other than stories about my friend's picnic or his selfie." He was said to be a lover of difficult words, when one of the panelist shared his thoughts about reading the author's book, when he had to keep a dictionary next to him. The author used many difficult words in every other sentence.

One can say that abiding by good knowledge of words, doesn't set a parameter of one's intelligence- but personally, I wish to learn newer words daily, to have command over the language well. I consider knowledge of more and more words in good light, as that's the manner one can cultivate skills and use the right word for an instance. There are many other places where one needs to cultivate the language, for example- grammar, sentence construction, etc. In my view there are different dimensions to learning a language- and to keep doors to learning open always, keeps us motivated and cheerful.

In the end of this article I would say, wherever you write (Diary or MS Word)- that's not the problem. The problem is when you stop learning- and waste your time sitting online, doing nothing productive. At that time you can do lots more- by reading books or what interests you- like movies, sports, music, dance or whatever is your calling. 

-- Gagandeep Singh Vaid
for Artist Address

Saturday, 15 August 2015

Freedom Of Expression On My Blog

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These days when I write, I think of writing a short-crisp story or poem, I don't give much time to writing it, I just write it and post it quickly. One could reason it to be, an outcome of the lack of time. This lack of time, comes from a lot many things being done by me these days. But when I ask myself, that do you like it; then I somewhere feel that No, I liked the earlier times much better than these times. Earlier, I had a lot of time with myself; and I could spend time with my writings. I didn't read much in the past, but not less either. All I mean to say is that I had time for myself.

These days, the difference is I am quite busy in one thing or the other.

When I compare these two phases, I would say that there are many positives which I take from both of them alike. In these days when I interact well with people, I enhance my skills at writing also. Somewhere my stories, poems and write-ups, get a different shape, and that is the time when I feel that I have tried something new, something better.

Previous times when I wrote such letters; it was during the time of Madrigal-The English Literary Festival being organised by my department; it was also during the time of Farewell being given to our seniors in college, that I wrote such letters. I liked spending time with my blog, which is one diary of mine which hasn't fallen short of paper ever. I can write, post as much as I want to. It is a magical feeling to me, to sit back and look at my past posts; many of which need editing seamlessly. While, I always keep on scheduling it for later and later.

Every phase of our lives is responsible for our reality. Whoever we are, whatever we become, is because of our faith and dedication towards our past commitments. Our future builds on what we do today.

What I have learnt in this journey of life is that, there is no end to learning. Something or the other is new in society, or becoming big; or there comes some innovation, some change; there's so much to accept in order to strive, there is a great scope of improvement, and a lot to learn.

So, to my friends I would say, keep learning and stay happy. There are times when you might be put in difficult spots but all will be well as things get clearer and better. Strive for the skies, as sky is the limit.

You have freedom to dream, and it depends on your willpower, to let the dream come true. Take care!

Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Wednesday, 5 August 2015

Spoke And Worked

They Spoke And Felt That Work Was Done,
He Worked And His Work Spoke For Himself --
Image Source: Artist Address


Monday, 3 August 2015

Happy Birthday Ritika Sarraf

I met you four years back.
The day was as usual,
While you entered the class.
Tutions we took together!

From school, we reached college.
You invited me to your fests,
Came to mine in glee and vibrance.

We came as strangers, we became friends.
But this dream we follow will be as long, as our existence.
I met the artist, the creator in you.
The Mathematician, an academician in you.
In you I saw a person, who is a friend,
Who is an idol, whom I follow and look up to.
We learn while we talk, and interact;
Discussing many secrets of life,
And endless philosophies which I say,
And never have you confessed-
You were bored when you were going to sleep amidst my talks.

You gave me acceptance of being,
Telling me, it was alright;
To not get the best,
But at the same time,
Keeping the spirits and wilness-
As strong and as warm as your presence.

You gave a blog named Artist Address-
It's form, it's identity.
Sometimes, few people complete us-
You're one of those special people to me.
The days would pass into nights,
The nights would enter newer days.
In every form, in every light-
I shall be proud of you,
Our friendship.

I don't know, more than words-
I may not always stand to them.
But in my heart of hearts,
Your face, shall always smile. 
You shall always inspire me,
Whatever I do, wherever I go,
I shall never forget you.

Today on your birthday,
I wish you all the best in life.
I know you'll achieve your dreams,
Your goals, you will win the strife.
With joy, dedication and optimism,
You will enlighten the path, with your vision.

Happy Birthday Ritika.
You Shine! Keep Shining!

Lots of love
Your friend- Gagan