Instead of just invisible

He can't see the way your eyes will light up when you smile
He never noticed how you stop and stare whenever he walks by
And you can't see me wanting you the way you want him
But you are everything to me

And I just want to show you, he don't even know you
He's never gonna love you like I want to
And you just see right through me but if you only knew me
We could be a beautiful miracle, unbelievable
Instead of just invisible

There's a fire inside of you that can't help but shine through
But he's never gonna see the light, no matter what you do
And all I think about is how to make you think of me
And everything that we could be

And I just want show you, he don't even know you
He's never gonna love you like I want to
And you just see right through me but if you only knew me
We could be a beautiful miracle, unbelievable
Instead of just invisible

Like shadows in the faded light, oh, we're invisible
I just wanna open your eyes and make you realize

And I just want to show you, he don't even know you
Baby, let me love you, let me want you
You just see right through me but if you only knew me
We could be a beautiful, miracle, unbelievable
Instead of just invisible, oh, yeah

He can't see the way your eyes will light up when you smile

Waiting for new begining

Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strength to stand
This is not what I had planned
It's out of my control....

Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts we're spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It's hard to let you go...

I know what it takes to move on,
I know how it feels to lie,
All I wanna do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got

Sitting in an empty room
Trying to forget the past
This was never meant to last,
I wish it wasn't so...

I know what it takes to move on,
I know how it feels to lie,
All I wanna do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got

What was left when that fire was gone?
I thought it felt right but that right was wrong
All caught up in the eye of the storm
And trying to figure out what it's like moving on
And i don't even know what kind of things I've said
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead
So, picking up the pieces, now where to begin?
The hardest part of ending Is starting again!!

All I wanna do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what i haven't got...

Wake up Youngistan: LUCK MATTERS…..

You may have read the word “Mr. Brightside” in my profiles, in my blog.

What that mean?

Does it mean that I am trying to keep alive my best memories of school life, which belong to “bright School”? No, it’s not for that. “Mr. Brightside” means optimistic.

Optimistic – who have positive attitude even in failure, even in sorrows, even in misery.

“Come on. It looks nice only in motivating books and movies. It’s not possible to be optimistic in real life. There will come situations which break us, which make us curse God for not doing favor, which force us to think ‘why me?’ And why you are looking for others? Look at yourself. Now it happens to you. Do you have any answer? Now being in this lower phase of your life can you explain your theory? ”

I will answer…. First I tell u a Buddhist story I have read in some novel….

One concerns a farmer who wakes up to find that his horse has run off.

The neighbors come by and say, “Too bad. Such awful luck.”

The farmer says, “Maybe.”

The next day, the horse returns with a few other horses. The neighbors congratulate the farmer on his reversal of fortune.

“Maybe,” the farmer says.

When his son tries to ride one of the new horses, he breaks his leg, and the neighbors offer condolences.

“Maybe,” the farmer says.

And the next day, when the army officials come to draft the son- and don’t take him because of his broken leg- everyone is happy.

“Maybe,” the farmer says.

Now my answer:

Yes. This situation has shaken me. There are occasions in recent days when I have asked god “why me?” It’s hard to be Mr. Brightside but I am trying to be. Whenever I think that “I am Mr. Brightside”, it boasts my strength. It reminds me that ‘this is not the worst period of my life and I can survive.’ I will not only survive but handle this situation beautifully. Maybe it will come up with some great lessons of life and this is the best phase of life to learn.

There are people among us who believe in good luck and bad luck. But think about it twice after reading this story. Does it suitable to judge any incidence considering specific time period? It’s possible that today’s bad luck maybe tomorrow’s good luck, and vice versa. Sometime we can figure out which incidence facilitates us and which hinders, but sometime it’s beyond our limitations to understand it. Then leave it to God, have faith in yourself and in supremacy. God never leave their children to suffer. According to me there is obvious thing called Luck, but not good luck or bad luck.

And now look at me. I had never written this article if I am not going through this phase. It’s positive outcome of trying to be optimistic. It works. If anything is worth trying at all, it’s worth trying at least 10 times.

~ Jaimin Patel

Love u 'till the end

I just want to see you
When you're all alone
I just want to catch you if I can
I just want to be there
When the morning light explodes
On your face it radiates
I can't escape
I love you 'till the end

I just want to tell you nothing
You don't want to hear
All I want is for you to say
Why don't you just take me
Where I've never been before
I know you want to hear me
Catch my breath
I love you 'till the end

I just want to be there
When we're caught in the rain
I just want to see you laugh not cry
I just want to feel you
When the night puts on it's cloak
I'm lost for words don't tell me
All I can say
I love you 'till the end

Pleasure v/s Sorrow

I walked a mile with Pleasure,

She chatted all the way;

But left me none the wiser

For all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow,

And never a word said she;

But oh! The things I learned from her,

When Sorrow walked with me.

- ROBERT HAMILTON

that thing called LOVE

Love is capability to continue without expectation, Love is in hoping positive even when ur heart is damaged and in sever pain......
Love is in understanding ur dreams n desire n putting ur level hard in achieving it.......
Love see no ego no returns ...
still it continues ,......'
at last Love is also in knowing and accepting the fact the one u love doesn't love u....
Love is in loving ur wife too the fullest even if in ur life ur wife is not ur beloved whom u desired to marry......
Love is doesn't need explanation ....
Love doesn't need motivation......
Love is for ever

Wake up Youngistan: Break the Rules

Wake up Youngistan: IPL - The Biggest reality Show

Game For A Clean-up

Chetan Bhagat
Many decades ago, my little brother and i used to spend our evenings in neighbourhood parks, where we played only one game: cricket. We watched every Test match on TV. We idolised the players and tore up sports magazines to put our heroes' pictures in our room walls. We used to scavenge used soft-drink bottle caps for months to win a silly flipper book which, when flipped, animated a player's stroke play. We weren't alone, almost every kid in class behaved the same way. Not much has changed since. Indians are still hooked to their favourite game, which is both a passion and addiction.

A couple of centuries ago, the British entered China with a unique strategy. They had the population hooked to opium. The British had a monopoly on the drug, which they grew in India. The Chinese population couldn't have enough of it. That single monopoly was enough to change the entire geopolitics of the area. This dodgy trade eventually led to several wars. Of course, cricket isn't exactly opium. Opium was actually bad for people and turned the population unproductive. Cricket doesn't have the same negative effects.

However, the mechanism by which the Indian cricket business operates is not too different from the drug business of the past. Two main factors are common: a deep desire among the local population to consume the product, and a de facto BCCI monopoly on the business. Not to mention the complete opaqueness on the part of the monopoliser. Not surprisingly, both the businesses ended up being about big money, power and murkiness. The same happened with the IPL.

The IPL was, after all, the new hit drug. A quick fix of sixes and other sexy things, without the boring bits that made up the actual game. In fact, India didn't even have to win against another country to get high on this one. Indians lapped it up, advertisers supported it and the party was on.

But then came the big money, then the powerful people and then the murkiness. The party could have continued, if they followed the first rule of running a cartel: keep a low profile. However, just like Denzel Washington in American Gangster, who wore a flashy fur coat that did him in, a few brash tweets happened. What followed was the explosion called the IPL controversy, which frankly is far more interesting than watching those silly quickie matches whose outcome depends more on randomness than the actual talent of players. IPL already had mixed cricket and Bollywood, now it had politics too. What more could Indians ask for from India's biggest reality show? Too bad the IPL didn't sell the controversy rights beforehand. It would have been a better source of income than the 'chat up the cheerleader' helpline (no kidding, there is such a service).

While this is interesting drama, there is no denying the pressing need to clean up BCCI. For even though the game is a national passion, it doesn't have to be operated like a drug cartel. BCCI has repeatedly shied away from disclosure, citing itself as a private entity. However, it isn't completely private either, especially since it has monopoly rights over something consumed by a large number of people. It earns from franchise owners and television networks. They in turn recover their money from advertisers, who ultimately pass on advertising costs to consumers, built into the price of products. Thus, the consumers, or the Indian people, pay for BCCI. And since it is a monopoly, we have every right to question their finances. How does BCCI price its rights? Where is BCCI money going? That is the real issue, and the current controversy is a chance to tackle it head on.

Before the limelight shifts to another drama, the media and lawmakers have a chance to go after this completely feudal and archaic way of managing something as pure and simple as sport. Individuals are less important than changing the way things work. What needs to be at the forefront is sport are we using the money to help develop it in the country?

We don't have to turn Indian cricket into a non-commercial NGO, for that is doomed to fail. It is fine to commercially harness the game. However, if you are exploiting a national passion, getting funded by Indian people, it only makes sense that the money is accounted for and utilised for the best benefits of sport in the country.

For if there is less opaqueness, there won't be any need to make influential calls or petty things like personality clashes affecting the outcome of any bidding process. If we know where the money is going, there is less chance of murkiness entering the picture. Accountability does not mean excessive regulation or a lack of autonomy. It simply means proper audited accounts, disclosures, corporate governance practices, norms to regulate the monopoly and even specific data on the improvement in sporting standards achieved in the country.

If a young Indian child grows up seeing cricket as yet another example of India's rich and powerful treating the country as their fiefdom, it won't be a good thing. Let's clean up the mess and treat cricket as it is supposed to be a good sport.

Wake up Youngistan

Enough poems…. Let’s discuss and share some real matters, some topics which really effects Indian youth. Let’s think over real issues which make us real youngsters of India. Let’s create real YOUNGISTAN. The “youngistan” who doesn’t follow Pepsi or coke, doesn’t fascinated by Ranbir or Katrina, who thinks twice while wasting money for bakwas comedy movies, costly pizzas and showy Saturday parties. Let’s break all rules and let the world show whom we follow and what we care about.

I am starting a new section in my blog “Wake up Youngistan”, where I will post some of the best articles I have read, the articles which will make u think “where we are and where we should be.” The only aim behind starting this section is to creating space for youngsters to think, to create healthy Youngistan with wealthy thoughts.

Wake up Youngistan: Sell your talents

Find Yourself....

When you find yourself
In some far off place
And it causes you to rethink some things
You start to sense that slowly
You're becoming someone else
And then you find yourself

When you make new friends in a brand new town
And you start to think about settlin' down
The things that would have been lost on you
Are now clear as a bell
And you find yourself
Yeah that's when you find yourself

Where you go through life
So sure of where you’re headin'
And you wind up lost and it's
The best thing that could have happened
‘Cause sometimes when you lose your way it's really just as well
Because you find yourself
Yeah that’s when you find yourself

When you meet the one
That you've been waitin' for
And she's everything that you want and more
You look at her and you finally start to live for some one else
And then you find yourself
That’s when you find yourself

maybe this is what people call LOVE

I love you

Not only for what u r

But for what I m

When I m with u.

I love you

Not only for what u have made of urself

But for what u r making of me

I love u for the part of me

That u bring out.

I love you

For putting ur hand

Into my heaped up heart

And passing over

All the foolish, weak things

That u can’t help

Dimly seeing there,

And for drawing out into the light

All the beautiful belongings

That no one else had looked

Quite fat enough to find.

I love you

Because u r helping me to make

Of the lumber of my life

Not a tavern but temples

Out of the work of my every day

Not a reproach but a song.

I love you

Because u have done

More than any creed

Could have done to make me good

And more than any fate

Could have done to make me happy

You have done it without touch

Without a word

Without a sign

You have done it by being urself

Perhaps that is what

Being friend means, after all.