Is Old really GOLD..??

Why do people say that old is Gold? Is old really gold or is it just like many other notions which we take it for granted and tend to believe them as true?First of all ,Why do people think Old is gold.Is it because they find all the songs , films ,customs,traditions and all very good? Are they really good? Or are all of them good? or for that matter ,our generation songs or movies or customs not good? Definitely not... right?Then why is it that people say OLD is GOLD...??Lets try to explore it further...

Every generation has its own good and bad. All the goods are accumulated and stored, hoping that they would benefit the future mankind. LIKE US every generation is frustrated by their own generation as they experience bad along with the good where often the goods are forgotten very easily but all the bads are retained in the memory for a long time. In the frustration and their search to seek something different and since they cant get anything from future (:P) ,they try to access the past(childhood or old songs or all those THOSE DAYS :P) where all the accumulated GOODs are first exposed. They compare it with their own generation and get even more frustrated. The cycle continues.A break from the cycle is obtained if we try to appreciate all the GOOD that is around us and give enough strength to BAD to make them realize that it is not really that BAD as we think. Thus BAD can be made GOOD or GOOD can be made BAD..!!!EVERYTHING is all around us. We just need to feel the way we need it.

Happiness in not Knowing..

I was good at Mathematics in my school. Students asked me doubts and teachers praised me. I sometimes did even better than the teachers. I thought I knew everything. I felt like an Alexander in the world of mathematics. My mind windows were always closed for advices. I was in a boat sailing in a river proud that there was no body near me. I was in to the college. Like a flash, I came across the vast oceans where I was exposed to the people in the BIG BIG ships trying to explore the vastness of the oceans.

My First Crush..

I didn’t know anything. What Love was? What the next step was? I just knew one thing. I loved her smile. When I was responsible for that smile, I loved it even more. Her presence ensured my presence there. Knowingly or unknowingly, I became a satellite around her. Neither had she known what was happening nor me. I always wished her to be present with me. To ensure her presence, I thought I had to present her something. But there was huge financial burden.

Promise To My Mother...

In 1947, continuous fencing of thrones was placed on your body splitting it in to two in the name of PARTITION destroying the legacy you have left behind..

In 1984, All your brave children were captured and massacred in the name of ANTI SIKH RIOTS, making them feel refugees in your own empire..

In 1992, your own child siblings fought with each other in the name of HINDU MUSLIM RIOTS, forgetting the reason for our survival since the ages the earth known..

Bhagi, Quli, Bhagyanagar and the Charminar...

Hyderabad, Bhagyanagar, The city where

Bhagi walked , Quli rode

Bhagi danced , Quli composed

Bhagi smiled, Quli felt

Thus started the great saga which is to see no end.The young couple found no bounds.Their hearts reverberated with joy looking at each other. Their passions ignited by their age.Their desires fueled by their curiosity to explore the hidden resources in the new mysterious worlds and cultures.

Bharath Maatha...

Her innocent eyes now viewing the globalised world with doubt but confident enough of her vision..

Her face glowing due to the modern cosmetics, at the same time retaining all her Indianized humble looks which magnified her beauty and made the world look at her with envy..

Her arms stretched out ready to embrace whoever approached her, tempting even the heavens to leave their place and take shelter in her...

Air speaks..

Iam not being neglected like the peacocks eye. Iam being felt,experienced and touched. MY hearts delighted to some extent. Atmosphere is pleasant. Birds are singing in pleasure. Everything is in harmony with me.

Previously, I was burdened and ignored. There was war going on between LOVE and HATRED. I was forced to travel BLINDED and ENCRYPTED. My place was a battle field and congested. But now it is different as I could hear the scream of the HATRED and the triumph of the LOVE.