poor man & robbery

I was watching a movie when i heard a man cry so loud on the road that I couldn't stop myself to go and see what happened
It was late so of course I went on the balcony to lookout and there i saw another man talking to him.
crying man was a balloon ball seller he was crying like anything he told that someone asked him for 100 rs change so he took out his today's earnings to give them change and then they rob him and took all of his money (around 400-500).
now he had no money left even to go back home.
the man who is my neighbour gave him some bucks so that he can go home at least.

what day has come.....
a man selling balloons to eat and survive and people rob such poor man, god knows that whether or not he will have anything to eat today.....
how could people do that ....
m heart broken....
m loosing faith in humanity lill bit each day.................
:(

Happiness is fantasy & fantasy is not real.....

HAPPINESS--- its the golden pot at the end of every dream, hope, success & determination.
every human being works their ass off and for what? 2 coarse meal & luxury which leads to happiness

But why people need happiness or to find it so hard?
Our world is filled with the circumstances and people just waiting to snatch it away- people lie, cheat, stab in the back,sneak in your life, they are selfish, they don't care about others all of this plus if you are dependent you have to listen every bullshit & bear everyone (even those you wont share earth with), if you are independent - you have to be self aware all the time, take care of bills, grocery, garbage even.
people are so distressed & depressed over life, recovery, raise, appraise that they are not happy anymore.

So seems like its not easy to come by these days....
 people who see things & hear voices are mentally sick they say..
they suffer a lot no doubt there  but they are damn lucky in some ways--- they see who so ever they want, talk to whom so ever they want, they live with the people who got killed,died or they lost at least they think they had that experience.
And they my friend are HAPPY
So the question that comes in my mind is --- IS BEING CRAZY WHAT IT TAKES TO BE HAPPY????

which one.....?

So today I want to talk about death:

What is death? If a person dies is he dead? Is Elbert, MJ, Teresa dead?

I can’t tell if a person is remembered for centuries then he is dead…

There are plenty of people who die and no one care in my opinion they are the one really dead…

And what about mourning? Each one have their one type :- some cry their lungs off, some drink to sink their sorrows, some call the shots and toast to their past encounters and incidences and laugh it off….

Which one  is the correct one?

childhood

From many days i was thinking about writing n had many issues or thought which i wanted to write about my childhood memories, about love,life struggle etc etc.....
Like when i was a kid and if i fell viz from stairs i use to cry n when my mom asks "chot kaise lag gyi " i would show them by falling agin down the stairs n say " aise lag gyi mumma".
When we played hide n seek my father took me inhis arms n hide me in the cooler and my freinds they bit their nails off to find me. :)
Aaah what wud i give to get those days back.........

IS IT NORMAL...................

is it normal
that in today's world
where everyone's heartless
i cry over small smiles
where emotions are not needed
n i bursts in tears over scenes on movies
today's world
where people keep there anger to themselves
and use it when the time come
I on the other hand throw my rage spontaneously
and be peaceful afterwards
IS IT NORMAL...................

i dont wanna be the music box..............

hello D


so
here i am again, after a long long time. around a year have past, a lot has changed
i got a job a nice one , shifted to my own room left the pg, i hv a nice small  library, i always wanted one, a cozy room in which i can be myself. pretty good right?
 but apart from that i hv changed
i use to be so emotional that every little titsy bitsy thing got me upset, but now i think after  a long time of ....... what do u call it LIFE i guess i am somewhat strong, it does effect me but now noonw can know that it does, some may think i hv became heartless , but watever......

my birthday is coming up n people askin "wat u want this bday?" n when i think about it i am blank..
i dnt know wat i want or i guess i m fed up of expecting something good n never getting it...
after many many attemps of crying out loud that wati want n wat i like m on shut down mode.
i dnt share my feelings with anyone, i dnt say wat i really want or mean , n its not good i hv became more sarcastic, morbid, and irritated all the time, and thats not good

i hv became like that music box which has awesome n lots of song inside it but everyone forgets about it and after a time it becomes stiff and doesn't play even people try...
i dont wanna be the music box................

home

The place where I never walk
but jump, scroll, swing and never move straight
The place where i never talk
I speak endlessly, shout,  and shiver the whole building
with my loud music and and singing along with it
The place where my silly songs in silly voice never got stopped
The place where my infinite complaints about random things are never judged
The place where no matter what i do
I am always loved
THE PLACE IS HOME <3 br="br">