Author: Pratigya

Fear

“Fear can be good when you’re walking past an alley at night or when you need to check the locks on your doors before you go to bed, but it’s not good when you have a goal and you’re fearful of obstacles. We often get trapped by our fears, but anyone who has had success has failed before.” – Queen Latifah.

Man is the master of thoughts, the molder of character and the maker and shaper of condition, environment and destiny. Most men fail not through lack of education but from lack of dogged determination, from lack of dauntless will. Even dramatic situations like bankruptcy, divorce, death and economic recession cannot directly cause a feeling of any kind until the brain interprets and creates a story about sad situation.

Sadness, depression, frustration, upset and anxiety can only be produced by seeing a situation and producing an interpretation of it, and then believing that interpretation. Therefore you and I can only be overwhelmed by our thoughts about something, never the thing itself.

Usually what we most fear doing is what we most need to do. That phone call, that conversation, whatever the action might be, it is the fear of unknown outcomes that prevents us from doing what we need to do. Define the worst case, accept it and do it. I’ll repeat something… “What we fear doing most is usually what me most need to do.”

“The thing you fear most has no power. Your fear of it is what has the power. Facing the truth really will set you free.” – Oprah Winfrey. “I don’t get lucky. I make my own luck.” Here is the big challenge of life. You can have more than you’ve got because you can become more than you are. And, of course, the other side of the coin reads, unless you change how you are, you’ll always have what you got.

Success is something you attract, not something you pursue. Success is looking for a good place to stay. So instead of going after it, you work on your self-personal development. One of the challenges we have in our lives is we don’t realize that, the process of training ourselves, the process of conditioning ourselves actually feels incredible once you get that initial momentum.

If you want a lasting change, you gotta give up this idea of trying something. You gotta just decide you’re gonna commit to master. Most people don’t get out on the arena of life because they don’t wanna fight. Most people don’t get out there because they don’t wanna get knocked down, they don’t wanna be dropped to their knees. But see, you gonna be dropped whether you are on the field or whether not just sitting on the sidelines, you’re gonna be dropped!

The last six thousand years reads like this, Opportunity mixed with difficulty. That’s how it is and that’s not gonna change. You must learn to handle the nights, they come right after days. You must learn to handle difficulties, it comes right after opportunity. You must learn to handle recession, they always follow possessions.

Don’t wish it was easier, wish you were better. Priority is power. The more clear you’re with exactly what you want, the more your brain knows how to get there. Your reasons will drive you. When you have doubt, when your faith becomes weak, your reason to acquire your ideas fail. When you have a greater state of saying “No”, don’t do that. The reasons will become the war in your step. They conquer you and take you through those challenging moments.

“Each of us must confront our own fears, must come face to face with them. How we handle our fears will determine where we go with the rest of our lives. To experience adventure or to be limited by the fear of it.” -Judy Blume.

Get knocked down so you can learn how to fight, so you can hold your position. The world turns when we turn with it. Plans disappear. Dreams takeover. Every journey ends. But we go on…

CRUSH

His writings, she loved, every word of them. His beautiful art of playing with the words lured her. The more she explored his world, the more she craved for it. How wonderfully her crush could strike the chord in her heart with so few words. For a celeb, she was just another fan on the list, unaware, how his presence had made an unexplainably beautiful impact to her small world.

She’d skip beats on his every article, each word he wrote captivated her in some way. Her heart raced when his name popped up on her screen. She wanted the more of it. Those bunch of butterflies flying around her stomach, getting out of words, those blushes and giggles, that urge for his genuine attention… she didn’t want all these to subside. Anxious, excited, nervous, and the innocent her, all mingled up making her yearn for more. She tried for the more of him, the more of the two, the more of… if it could ever be!

Friendzoned

One of the saddest thing that can happen is when one falls in love while the other wants nothing more than friendship. Well, it's kind of sad and weird at the same time trying to get over someone who you never even dated! This poem "Friendzoned" is based on a love story that never happened. 
Here it goes...

Tired of looking back on all the memories and all the could be’s,

Two decades of our friendship, but still you didn’t choose me.

Everything we had were the only memories I cherished,

But something more than a friend, you never noticed.

Thinking about the past, I don’t know who I was,

Or do I remember for me, when “I” turned to “us”.

My heart yearns to always be with you,

When you asked “Why?” I said “I Love You”.

Since forever you’ve been my only dream,

You said you loved someone else, I couldn’t help but scream.

“We are just friends” saying these, so easily you cut me,

If only you could see the one loving you the most, is me.

Neither could I explain, nor did you understand this feel,

One chance, and I’d prove you all these are real.

I see you with him, letting your romance revive,

With this pain inside, I ask myself – “How will I survive?”

My eyes brim with tears, yet I hold back the deluge,

But behind these false smiles, the pain is huge.

This heart, this friendship, everything is the same,

Expecting you as a lover, you seem far every second.

No smoke, no fire, just this burn in my heart,

Ruined everything we had, all from the start.

As you turned away from me, I stood and saw you disappear,

My happiness all gone and I am just left with tears.

 

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The Park Bench

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read,

beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.

Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,

for the world was intent on dragging me down.

And if that weren’t enough to ruin my day,

A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.

He stood right before me with his head tilted down,

and said with great excitement, “Look what I found!”

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,

with its petals all worn, not enough rain, or to little light.

Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,

I faked a small smile and then shifted away.

But instead of retreating he sat next to my side,

and placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise,

“It sure smells pretty and it’s beautiful, too.

That’s why I picked it; here it’s for you.”

The weed before me was dying or dead.

Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red.

But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.

So I reached for the flower, and replied, “Just what I need.”

But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,

he held it mid-air without reason or plan.

It was then that I noticed for the very first time,

that weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun,

as I thanked him for picking the very best one.

You’re welcome, he smiled, and then ran off to play,

unaware of the impact he’d had on my day.

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see,

a self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.

How did he know of my self-indulged plight?

Perhaps from his heart, he’d been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see,

the problem was not with the world; the problem was me.

And for all of those times I myself had been blind,

I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that’s mine.

And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose,

and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose.

And smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand,

about to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

 

By a friend.
A poem which changed my life henceforth...

म बिहे गर्दिन ल आमा ?

म बिहे गर्दिन ल आमा ?

 

” मेरी आमा सबैभन्दा दयालु, सबैभन्दा मायालु ”

यती भन्दैमा तिमी खुसाउछौ,

थोरै मात्र झर्किउ म,

चित्त दुखाइ रिसाउछौ,

तिमी जस्ती आमा अरु कहाँ पाउनु र ?

आफ्नो ठाँउ माया मारी अरुकोमा कसरी जानु र ?

 

तिमीलाई त घुर्की लाउछु,

सासुलाई के लाउला म?

तिमीलाई जस्तो माया त,

सासुलाई के गरुँला र !

 

मिठो बोल्लिन उनी पनि,

तिमी नै सबैभन्दा मायालु,

शृङगारपटार गर्न होलिन सिपालु,

जे भए नि तिमी मेरी आलु, उनी चै पिडालु!

 

ठेस लागेमा मलाई, कठै बरी भन्लिन

तिमीले जस्तो मलम पट्टी लाइदेलिन र आमा?

भोक छैन मलाई भन्दा , किन भनि सोध्लिन

घुर्की नला, खुरुक्क खा भन्दै आफै खुवाउलिन र आमा ?

 

तिमी त मलाई “मेरो छोरो होस तँ” भन्छौ,

ज्वाइको रुपमा बुहारी भित्र्याउन मिल्दैन र आमा?

बिहे गरेर आफ्नै घर जाने भए ,

तिमी किन आमा, उनी चै सासु आमा?

 

खोई त मेरी हजुरआमाले तिमीलाई,

तेल लगाई ताते ताते गरेको?

आइज छोरी कथा भन्छु भनि,

आफ्नै काखमा सुताएको?

छोरी नभनी तिमीलाई,

ए साहिली बुहारी भनि किन बोलाएको?

त्यसैले तिमीलाई छोडी जान्न ल म कसैकोमा,

उमेर बढी रहोस त्यही पनि म बिहे गर्दिन ल आमा ?

I Vow To You

I vow to you , for you,

your life ever golden,

in a dell of dew.

Let every sad past die,

and glorious altars rise high!

Shimmering along – the lonely moon,

as the world do predict you;

“The enlightened of the world be”

So – rapturing the ideal philosopher

dead to his quack philosophy,

 I vow to you – for you,

to make you a land of joy

amidst the stouthearted;

of happiness arose;

and for the glorious days.

Dear Rapist

Dear Rapist,

A big warm Thank you for your  contribution to the country. Girls are afraid now.

Again.

They always were. I hope your Mother and  Sisters  are not aware of your generous work.

I hope.

As they may attempt suicide or may go through  mental stress for having any kind of relation  with you. I pity them.

So you raped another girl. Ha!

Kudos.

Proud of yourself? No no, you should be.

You should be proud of yourself for destroying a girl’s life COMPLETELY.

Now she can never move around in the society freely. No one will marry her if it matters.

No, why will it matter to you.

Sorry for bothering you but can I ask why did you choose this profession?

Like is it your family business or you started it and then invited members to join you?

Also why do you have this urge to have sex with every other girl in town?

Masturbate na. Please.

Why are you destroying people’s life? Or there is a better solution, Marry.

That way you won’t even have to do any such criminal act and your wife will also be happy.

Although who will marry a depraved pervert like you!

I sympathise with the victim.

Because her only fault was breathing. Right?

She was breathing so you got this sudden urge of raping her.

Don’t give me those lame excuses that she was wearing a short skirt or a backless top or was exposing too much.

Both of us know what the truth is.

So now what next?

Do you think you will survive or are you afraid of punishment?

No you aren’t afraid of any sort of punishment because if you were, you wouldn’t have raped the girl in the first place.

So the former one is the case.

You think our rules and our government will help you in surviving. Indeed they do.

But when you do such things nowadays na, what happens is social media pressurizes the government to take action.

Asap.

And yes each one of us is praying, more like begging from god that people like you should be gifted with death for your generous and kind contribution to society.

Did you even think of the girl’s father for once?

If not, please do think.

Think of that father who didn’t even allow his daughter to put a foot on this earth when she went to a Mela with him and instead carried her on his shoulders.

Think of that father who went everywhere with his daughter for admissions to schools ,institutes and colleges so that she doesn’t have to face any sort of problems that he probably faced.

Think of that father who loved his daughter more than his life.

But why will you?

You destroyed everyone’s life dear, everyone’s fucking life!

Just because of your lovely thoughts and perverted mind…!!!

10 things my mother taught me when I turned 13!

10 things my mother taught me when I turned 13

1. Sometimes it’s going to hurt. You’re going to sit on the floor screaming at the ceiling and pulling your hair and trying to tear your skin off your bones. You’re going to fall asleep with tears burning holes in your cheeks and praying that you won’t wake up. But you will. You will always wake up. Be glad. It’s going to stop hurting.

2. Do things you love. Kiss the boy from down the street because he told your best friend that he thinks you have pretty eyes. Sleep on the floor because your bed doesn’t fit right. Cry because you miss him. Smile because you’re gonna be okay but he’s always gonna be a mess. Laugh until your stomach hurts and you can’t breathe. Fall apart and put yourself back together again.

3. When the boy you love gets drunk and kisses another girl and his words hit you right in the heart and knock the wind out of your chest, try to remember that the world isn’t caving in on you even though it feels like it is.

4. Nothing really matters as much as you think it does.

5. The sky is blue because it’s sad, but the clouds are white because there are still little wisps of hope flying around in the air and sometimes they fill the whole damn sky and that’s how you know it’s all going to be alright.

6. When you were born, I put a barbed wire fence around your heart for protection. Any boy who gets in there is gonna have scraped up knees and blood pouring from his hands. If he sticks around, help him clean up the cuts.

7. When you’re convinced that there’s nothing left inside you, remember that you’ve got the entire galaxy under your tongue and the world in your bones. There are flowers growing from your cheeks, sometimes you just need to water them a little, crying helps.

8. When someone says they love you, believe it, chances are they mean it.

9. Don’t waste your time crying over people who hurt you. You’re giving in. You’re letting them win. And baby if they don’t have you then they’ve already lost, so don’t let them have the satisfaction of breaking you.

10. Try not to grow up too fast.

 

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Story of a Bank Teller

“Bank tellers have it easy; they get paid to count money all day.”

This ain’t right. Yes, bank tellers are surrounded by money all day, but it’s not so carefree as it seems. Just handling money isn’t a bank teller’s job, but handling money accurately while providing outstanding customer service is. Each customer entering a bank interacts with a teller, thus making the customer service skill paramount for keeping the customers content.

In fact, this is one of the riskiest jobs while it comes to monetary transactions. Recently, as a trainee in a bank, I’ve been assisting Mr.Ghimire in the cash department. He is no doubt an expert in this field, and the way he carries himself throughout is simply breath taking. The speed he maintains, absolute accuracy of the monetary transactions and a friendly nature with everyone around tops it all. Not only in professional level, but even personally I immensely got motivated to write something about it.

The first thing I saw was – “Multitasking”. A teller should be pro at it. Cashing checks, depositing money, collecting loan payments and being able to satisfy customers as soon as possible without having them to wait long, all at once and with perfect upshot! Sounds like a teller’s job is a tough nut to crack, right? But no, it’s not. Neither it’s a rocket science, nor includes any formulas for the operation but small things in rapid way because speed matters here. Every customer is in a hurry to get their things done asap, so the more faster and accurate, the more better.

As a customer in a queue, I never thought of what the person behind the bars went through. A long queue of restless people, lots of cash, and that subconscious feel of getting everything in risk including con artists and even robberies, as the security of all transactions is in charge of the teller. In this process of assisting, I got to know the value of a zero and a typo. A miss in the entry and you could end up putting up your entire paycheck for the loss or even more.

Though it’s a job of processing routine transactions, the good part I saw is that the teller could interact with a wide variety of people and work in a professional environment. Well, bank provides various facilities to the employees and on the other hand, it helps to deal with every type of people and in personal enrichment. The way they do those stuffs with people’s assets, is truely fascinating. Even I used to remain spell bound with whatever my senior performed. Neither did he complain anything about the job, nor the remuneration or the risks. All he had was respect to the job he was in.

I realized how important a job is. Not just as a teller, or your job or mine or anyone in particular, but any job. It gives you an identity, people know you by it. And how carelessness in any job can make you as well as others suffer. I learnt how important it is to perform your job with all your enthusiasm and not to underestimate it no matter how much you get paid for it. It’s your job which gives you an identity, like how a simple job of cooking can make u a chef if done brilliantly with innovation.

The Slammed Door

She wondered if she could go back and hold on that moment when she saw him for the last time.

The slammed door, the rude him and her cries which he didn’t seem to notice.

Was her love worth it? No explanations?

Why would he do that after all these years?

“Such a jerk!” – betrayed, she made up her mind.

No! I am never going to cry for him. She confronted herself.

But memories would never leave.

Mind ignored, heart cared, love never faded.

His death was all that made her realize why there were no explanations.

Less time, more love – he didn’t want her to break.

That poor soul tried the best by fixing it with a little hurt beforehand.

Things never turn out the way as planned.

Nothing would ever get worse when that day finally the truth got unfolded.

The eyes that hid all the pains and those lips which fooled her to think it as ignorance.

Those lame excuses, she latched on to every lies he had to put her away.

How could she not feel it? The approaching death, his sinking heart, his pain?

Was it the ego?

Wasn’t she supposed to know what he was going through?

Tears never stopped, memories never fainted.

Just kept questioning, why and if only..?

Neither could she die, neither stayed alive.

A constant gaze.. the past.. and the wish.. to get back that very day once again.