Living with agony....

Life is a game where one needs to be adept at various skills to make the most of it. Life is a play and the actors need to play their part with all their art and sometimes the combination of heart and art. Life can be an acronym to "Living in fun entirely" or "Living in fear ever". So, it's up to the person, how to interpret it?
Describing the gist of life may take an entire lifetime or just a second, it may feel like a boring task or the most enticing one. So, it all boils down to a single thing that makes a life good or bad and the thing I am talking about is "The willingness to cooperate with life”, it’s the will to sort out the things even when one finds itself in the doldrums. It is the undying spirit of the individual to stand stout through thick and thin and expect that the worst is yet to come. Now that’s a tricky term, to expect that worse is yet to come can be very easily intermingled with the pessimistic attitude.
Being pessimist and being pragmatic is not the one and the same thing. Every one of us must have seen various hues and shades of life in different forms. You must have seen a person suffering from such an ailment that even a panacea (Ram Baan) can’t cure it, even in that bone breaking situation, he may appear to be racy and willing to cooperate with all the sorrows and happiness of life. He may inspire others and show them a way to enjoy their life. However a very healthy and prosperous man may appear as unhappy with life and always grumbling of dilemmas of life. The reason of contrast behaviors in entirely different situations is “The willingness to cooperate with life”.
From the tone of the entire passage, one may think that I am boasting about the good things that the life holds in its sanctum sanctorum. However, what I want to convey is a slightly different. As the adage says “Beauty lies in the eyes of beholder”, we can also say that “courage lies in the belly of sufferer”. So, when the going gets tough, the tough gets going.
Life is not the journey of pursuing happiness or the never ending voyage to the secluded island free from all the worries of life, it’s an art to live with all the intricacies that life possesses.
To live in pains and fight gives us gains and delight. So, the moment we will stop thinking of a way to get out of all the troubles in one single shot, we will realize that there is a better way of doing things by taking life as it comes and settling scores with all the problems by taking them one by one.


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Siddhartha

Boys don't cry...

Hey, are you a girl? His mother reprimanded him on his habit of crying on trivial issues.He was puzzled, felt aghast at this very notion that only girls can cry, or only the female fraternity has the right to show their sentiments in public. He demanded explanations; he resented his elder's beliefs.With years making their way and future becoming past and past becoming forgotten moments, his most hated belief became his nature and not to cry in hardest of the times became his usual characteristics.He didn't cry when all his efforts failed during his engineering entrance exams. Everybody pinched that there must have been some lacuna in his strategy. He accepted all the hate, all the remarks, taunts without a single tear. He completed his engineering from an unknown college and that too without a single hue of a spectrum of flying colures. He failed at every endeavor but he was trained not to cry over, not to show his emotions to the world. He finally hit the bull’s eye and ensured a good career in a high profile field.He detached himself from all the relations, all the bonds of love, and all the pleasures of life and molded himself to follow a life of austerity. Everybody admired his way of living, his nature of not crying over failures.So, living away from family, he started to get bad news about his closed ones ill health, their illness had worried him, he got good news as well, the new about his childhood friend's marriage, the new about his nephew started dawdling. All these things made him cry. However, it was not his nature to cry, he cried, he cried till the last drop of saline found its way out of his eyes.Suddenly somebody knocked on the door and you know who answered the knock on the door. He was the same boy, smiling like he has never been touched by the cruel games of life. There was not a single hint of sorrow on his face. Do you know why he was so well at controlling his emotions? It was because he was a boy and we all know that Boys don't cry......


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