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Just Go To Hell Dil - Dear Zindagi (Song Review) 
 


The song starts with the soothing sound of Piano & violin which touches the heart, and then very 
soon Alia starts unfolding the locked frustration with a shout & starts saying "Its all good", "Its all good". And as lyrics starts unfolding they somehow makes you think about your life & relate to the song.
Its beautiful, do watch & share your feedback.


Lyrics: 
Yahan se kahan jaaun
Kahan main chhup jaaun
Ye aadha sa dil
Main kaise lagaaun
Hoon khud se judaa main
Hoon khud se alahada
Ye aadha sa dil
Main kaise basaaun
(alahada means: alag/separated)
O roothe dil, roothe dil, roothe dil
O jhoothe dil, jhoothe dil, jhoothe dil
O toote dil, toote dil, toote dil
Hai kya teri mushkil
O Just go to Hell Dil
Just go to hell
O dil… just go to hell
Dil… just go to hell
O dil… just go to hell Dil
Hai meri ghalti
Ya khud ki khata tu
Sharminda dil bas itna bata tu
Ke ab kya paana
Ke ab kya khona
Sharminda dil bohat hua rona
Roothe dil, roothe dil, roothe dil
O jhoothe dil, jhoothe dil, jhoothe dil
Toote dil, dil, toote dil
Hai kya teri mushkil
O just go to hell dil
Just go to hell
O dil.. just go to hell
Dil… just go to hell
O, O dil.. just go to hell Dil…
Dardon ki aadat si lag gayi hai
Aansu bhi meri hansi udaaye
Deti hoon khud ko main kharashein kyun nayi
Koyi mujhko mujhse hi bachaye
O roothe dil, roothe dil, roothe dil
Jhoothe dil, jhoothe dil, jhoothe dil
Toote dil, toote dil, toote dil
Hai kya teri mushkil
O just go to hell dil
O.. just go to hell
O dil.. just go to hell
Dil… just go to hell
O dil.. just go to hell dil… yeah..
Just go to hell
O dil.. just go to hell
Dil.. just go to hell
O dil.. just go to hell Dil…


Song Credits:Song Title: Just Go To Hell DilSinger: Sunidhi ChauhanMusic: Amit TrivediLyrics: Kausar MunirMusic Label: Sony Music India

Just Go To Hell Dil - Dear Zindagi (Song Review)



The song starts with the soothing sound of Piano & violin which touches the heart, and then very 
soon Alia starts unfolding the locked frustration with a shout & starts saying "Its all good", "Its all good". And as lyrics starts unfolding they somehow makes you think about your life & relate to the song.
Its beautiful, do watch & share your feedback.


Lyrics:
Yahan se kahan jaaun
Kahan main chhup jaaun
Ye aadha sa dil
Main kaise lagaaun
Hoon khud se judaa main
Hoon khud se alahada
Ye aadha sa dil
Main kaise basaaun
(alahada means: alag/separated)
O roothe dil, roothe dil, roothe dil
O jhoothe dil, jhoothe dil, jhoothe dil
O toote dil, toote dil, toote dil
Hai kya teri mushkil
O Just go to Hell Dil
Just go to hell
O dil… just go to hell
Dil… just go to hell
O dil… just go to hell Dil
Hai meri ghalti
Ya khud ki khata tu
Sharminda dil bas itna bata tu
Ke ab kya paana
Ke ab kya khona
Sharminda dil bohat hua rona
Roothe dil, roothe dil, roothe dil
O jhoothe dil, jhoothe dil, jhoothe dil
Toote dil, dil, toote dil
Hai kya teri mushkil
O just go to hell dil
Just go to hell
O dil.. just go to hell
Dil… just go to hell
O, O dil.. just go to hell Dil…
Dardon ki aadat si lag gayi hai
Aansu bhi meri hansi udaaye
Deti hoon khud ko main kharashein kyun nayi
Koyi mujhko mujhse hi bachaye
O roothe dil, roothe dil, roothe dil
Jhoothe dil, jhoothe dil, jhoothe dil
Toote dil, toote dil, toote dil
Hai kya teri mushkil
O just go to hell dil
O.. just go to hell
O dil.. just go to hell
Dil… just go to hell
O dil.. just go to hell dil… yeah..
Just go to hell
O dil.. just go to hell
Dil.. just go to hell
O dil.. just go to hell Dil…


Song Credits:Song Title: Just Go To Hell DilSinger: Sunidhi ChauhanMusic: Amit TrivediLyrics: Kausar MunirMusic Label: Sony Music India




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“It’s the same dream every night.”
“The one about me?”
“Yeah… I’m in bed and I can’t move.”
“How did it feel?”
“Like nothing. I feel nothing. Until…”
“Until what?”
“Until you’re there, on top of me.”
“What am I doing?”
“You’re… looking at me? I’m sorry, it’s hard to remember. It’s always blurry.”
“Blurry?”
“Yeah, like when you face towards the shower and water runs down your face, it’s all blurry.”
“Okay.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. What do I look like?”
“You’re naked. You’re naked, on top of me, on my bed. It’s always the same. The time on the clock,
the bedsheets, the breeze from the window. And you. You’re always there.”
“What about my face?”
“Your face?”
“Am I pretty?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“I don’t know what you look like.”
“Do you remember?”
“I don’t know who you are.”
“Yes, you do”
“Who are you?”
I’ll never get used to it; people saying they’re sorry for me. Those people who never batted an
eyelid. It’s funny how messing up your brain somehow entitles you to their sympathy. Or when
people give me that look. The I’m-sorry-you-can’t-remember-shit look. I’m sure if I remembered half
of these faces I’d be telling them all to piss off or something. Mum sometimes jokes about it and
says she wishes I’d lost my attitude instead of my memories. She pretends it’s all just for a laugh, but
I can tell she’s heartbroken. I heard her crying in the kitchen yesterday.
“I’ll just put the kettle on” she said.
She’s never made me tea before.
The doctor says it’s not that serious. A few months max. She said it’s best that I take it slow for now,
which means no stressing out, getting a good night’s sleep, the usual protocol, it seems.
“Your memories will come back in their own time, don’t force it”
It’s not like I know how to do that. She referred me to a therapist and told me to book an
appointment once a week, and she gave me medicine that I have to take, every day, from now on. I
want to punch my old self, right in the nose, for being an idiot.
I want to shout at him: “You are an absolute twat. Crashing a car and cracking your head open? You
moron.”
I want him to say sorry to Mum, for making her cry. For nearly making her lose the only family she
has left.
“We’re all she’s got, and you have no right taking that away from her”
If only I could.
I’ve been taking a walk, every day, since the accident. Mainly because my therapist recommended it,
says it’s good to clear your head. But also, when I’m walking, I’m in control. I’ve been quite adamant
about that lately. I go to the park near my house, only about 2 minutes away. It’s full of 12-year-old
kids skipping school, wearing adidas tracksuits looking like a budget Run DMC costume. But apart
from that, it’s pretty nice. There’s a pond in a corner of the park, it’s really secluded so no one ever
goes there. It’s perfect for an introverted amnesiac to have breakfast in. I sit on the bench in front of
the pond, sometimes for hours, just staring at the water. The water is so still in the morning. It
seemed ridiculous at first, but it does help. I listen to the ducks gliding from one end of the pond to
the other, the sound of the water splitting. I trace the path of the birds flying around, imagining as if
they were drawing pictures. I breathe in the smell of cut grass, a smell that I can only describe as
‘green’. I take it all in. I force myself to hear these sounds, every single one of them. I suck in every
decibel. I make sure it’s never quiet. Because silence is so loud. It’s deafening. I hear her voice. Her
voice, who is she?
I’m interrupted by someone sitting next to me on the bench. I open my eyes and see that it’s a
woman, wearing a red scarf. I think she’s talking to me.
“Hey.”
“Uhm, hi.”
“You alright?”
“Yeah… yeah, very nice.”
“What?”
“What?”
What?
“I said, are you alright?”
“Oh, right, yeah, I’m alright. Thanks.”
Well this is a bit awkward. How long has she been there?
“It’s just you looked so still, is all. I was beginning to think you were dead.”
She laughs.
“Oh no, I was just uhm, thinking. That’s all.”
“Yeah, it looked like you were trying to move something with your mind for a sec. Like a Jedi.”
“Star Wars… huh, wow.”
“Do I not look like a Star Wars fan?”
“Oh no, no, it’s just that…”
This is odd. I try to remember what I was going to say.
“It’s just that I remember Star Wars.”
“Well, yeah, A Force Awakens just came out like, a month ago.”
She’s smiling. I can’t help but smile back.
“Yeah, I remember seeing it. I remember watching it with someone and I remember that it was
good. Really good.”
She chuckles.
“You have amnesia or something?”
“Uhm…”
“Oh god.”
“No, it’s okay.”
“Wow, I am so sorry.”
“It’s okay, really.”
I give her a forced, reassuring laugh.
“No, I just say stupid shit sometimes without thinking. I’m so sorry.”
I chuckle, genuinely.
“You remind me of someone.”
“Do you absolutely despise that person?
I laugh, though I don’t know why. Why did I say that?
“No, it’s just… You really do remind me of someone.”
“Well whoever it is, they better be a right laugh to be with and always, always think before they say
something.”
“I’m sure they are.”
This woman. She seems so familiar. I’ve only just met her, but I can’t take my eyes away from her,
it’s like they’re telling me to look at something. To remember something.
“I’m sorry if this sounds insane, but do I know you?”
“Well, we know each other now.”
The way she avoided the question kind of annoyed me.
“Yes, but do I know you? Do you know me? It just feels like I know you, like, I’ve heard your voice
before.”
She gives a smile. It feels warm.
“You always asked so many questions.”
“Asked? So, we’ve met before?”
She gets up from the bench and starts walking away.
“See you next time, space cowboy.”
Next time?
“Wait!”
Before I know it, she’s gone. That was odd.
Who was she?
“Are you there?”
“I’m always here.”
“Where are you? I want to see you.”
“I’m right here.”
“It’s so dark…”
“Follow my voice.”
“Your voice… I know that voice.”
“Do you remember?”
“No… I don’t remember you.”
“But you know who I am.”
“I don’t know who you are. What are you talking about? Why do I know your voice? Why do I
remember your voice?”
“You always asked so many questions.”
“What?”
I wake up, in a pool of my own sweat. There’s that dream again, except… Except it was different this
time. There was no bed, no room, no breeze. But like always, there she was. What did she look like?
I can’t remember if I saw her or not. But her voice, I just realised, was exactly the same as the
woman from the park. The woman with the red scarf.
I open my eyes and the Sun is out. It takes a while for me to adjust. Once I get myself together, the
smell of toast and bacon invade my nostrils. I make my way downstairs. Mum is cooking breakfast,
which is pretty rare of her to do. To be honest, I’m usually awake first so I just end up cooking my
own breakfast. I sit at the dining table – a full English breakfast already prepared for me. I can’t
remember the last time I had my Mum’s full English. The aroma entices me.
“Morning, Mum.”
“Good morning, darl.”
“What time is it?”
“It’s around half ten already. You’re up quite late this morning.”
“Had a bad night’s sleep.”
“The nightmare’s again?”
“Yeah…”
I mentioned these dreams I’ve been having to my Mum. I didn’t want to keep anything from her. I’ve
even told her about the woman in my dreams and asked her if I knew a woman, before the accident.
Her responses have always been elusive.
“Mum…”
“Yes, darl?”
“Do you know a woman that wears a red scarf?”
She stops, all of a sudden.
“Mum?”
“I can’t say I do. How come?”
Her hands are shaking. What’s going on?
“Mum…?”
“I’m cooking breakfast, darling. Why don’t you go ahead and get started without me, ey?”
Does she know something?
“Mum!”
Her body jolts. She tips the frying pan over and it falls to the floor, making such a sharp noise.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes, yes, I’m okay. It just scared me, is all”
“Mum…”
She looks at me, with the same expression that everyone else has been giving me.
“Who is the woman with the red scarf?”
She wipes her hands with a kitchen towel and sits on the dining table, in front of me.
“We didn’t think it was healthy for you to know.”
“Know what?”
“Oh, darling.”
She’s crying. I stand up from the chair and press down on the table with both hands.
“Mum! Know what?”
“It wasn’t just you in the car.”
“What?”
“There was someone else.”
“Who?”
Her name. I remember… It wasn’t the first time I heard it, but it was the first time it tore me apart. I
sink. I sink into a deep, dark pool of dread and panic. That woman at the park. All I can think of, in
this moment, is that woman. The woman in the red scarf.
I make my way to the park. I know where I have to go.
It's around half eleven in the morning and the pond is just like it always is – empty. I sit at the bench
and I wait. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I get up and walk around, just to do something. I can’t
stand the silence. My mind starts panicking. It feels like every synapse in my brain is frying. That
name. It keeps replaying in my head, over and over again, it won’t stop. It just won’t stop. Who is
that woman? Who is she? Who are you? Who are you?
Who are you?
I sit back down, my mind exhausted. Slowly, I feel my eyes close. And then there was black.
“You look tired.”
“I remember you.”
“Hold on, space cowboy. We have plenty of time.”
“Space cowboy?”
“You hated it when I called you that. It made you feel like a ‘child’, you said. You were always so
cute when you got annoyed. Do you remember?”
“I do.”
“It was how I got you into Star Wars. I showed you Han Solo, the space cowboy, to make you feel
better. Do you remember?”
“I remember.”
“And you kept talking and talking throughout the entire film, asking who that is, what planet
they’re on, who shot first… Do you remember?
“I remember everything.”
“You remember me?”
“I remember you.”
“You remember how much I loved you? How much you loved me?”
“I remember. I remember it all.”
“Do you remember how loud I used to eat? How it annoyed you so much?”
“It was unbearable.”
“You remember the red scarf you bought me for Christmas? You remember why you gave it to
me?”
“Because you hated the cold wind touching your neck.”
“You remember how I died?”
“It was my fault.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“I wish you were here.”
“Me too”
“I love you.”
“I love you, always.”
“Let me stay with you.”
“Do you remember me?”
“Yes.”
“So wake up.”
She was the person that I loved. She is the person that I still love.
Her name is Ellie.

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Zoomi


After the 29th time I turned on the 'do not disturb' mode as those vibrations were now shaking me . The pores of my skin were erupting sweat , my pupils were dialated , every single particle of my body was running in it's own direction . The silence of the room was making my heart scream into my ears and the heart was seriously screaming to the maximum decibal .
The continuous glowing light of phone screen was indicating that calls are still coming and then suddenly someone just enterd the room and the sound of hinges and the wood made me paralysed for the second and I started shouting
" Whh ...whoo whoo are youu ?? Just don't take any step forward , I'll kill you ..
Just stop right there and go back .. please i beg of you .. leave me please , i won't tell anyone anything "
I started throwing things whatever I got in my hands at the person . Because of lights the face was still not visible , only my table lamp was on .
" Heyy heeyyy stoppp you fool , it's mee
Zoomi , stop it , i said stop !! "
She switched on the light and that gave me a relief , it was her .. zoomi .
Zoomi , a 6 .2 feet tall girl with brown eyes , hairs to the neck and a tattoo on the upper left arm reading ' free soul ' .
She's my friend ... Okay okay my crush !!
If I say this is what beauty looks like then I won't be wrong . Zoomi is the prettiest girl on the plant and when she puts on her specs she looks cutest too..

The moment I saw zoomi , I was relaxed
Her presence is magic , it always makes me feel good . Zoomi came to me held my hand ...and sat next to me on my bed whose bedsheet was telling about my tortures on it .
This moment was so pure that I wanted it to get trapped in some infinite time loop just like Doctor Strange trapped Dormaamu into the loop .
" Heeyyy what has happened to you ??
What's the matter ?? " She asked me in a very composing voice .
" Please do tell me , I can't see you ripping your self apart , I can't see you In any trouble , just tell me I'll help you to make things right , I'm Your best friend .. please tell me what has made you this ?? "
I was so much scared that I just hugged her and started crying .
" Jay.... !! Just cry it out
I'm here , with you " just like an infant she held me and started to comforting me .
She hugged me so tight as if I'll lost somewhere !!
" Heyy Jay , you're a strong man "
" Just tell me "
" I'm here for you "
" Trust me !! "
After crying my last tear I took leave of her arms and sat facing her .
She held my hand again ..
" Jay speak your heart out , scream whatever is in you , just tell me what's bothering you this much ??"

"It happend last week " I started moving my tongue , it was trembling .

"I'm listening , Jay look in my eyes forget every fear "
" I Sachin and Heramba went on a trip to Nicobar islands there we decided to go to Tip island "
" that place on Andaman and Nicobar , that one ??"
"Ya , that one "
" What the... You guys well know that place was abandoned years ago beacuse of reports of some panoromal activities , then why you all ??
I'm sorry ... Leave it ..
You keep going "
" For adrenaline!! "
" Reallyy ?? "
" Ya , and that place is not panoromal . It's a roumer that has been spread to keep people n authorities away from that place .
That place is in the control of russian drug lord Antov Nobokov . "
"Antov Nobokov ??"
" He's the biggest drug lord of South Asia .
On the very first day we smelled the smoke .
We saw that daily tonnes of fishes were took out of the sea and then taken to an abandoned place...in a processing plant
And then after evening same trucks were taken to the port and then shipped .
We decided to look into this . Next day we dressed up , took micro cameras just like 007 and we secretly moved to the plant .
It was way too difficult .. But somehow we reached to a door from where things were quite visible . There we saw that drugs are placed into the stomach of fishes and then they are exported to other Countries .
While we were seeing this all Heramba got slipped from the ladder and that sound warned the guards .
We ran abruptly but we were not faster than the bikes and bullets .
That slip from ladder had already damaged Heramba's right leg , so he fell on the ground ... I turned back to help him.. but It was late . A bullet crossed him. I and Sachin were running in pure state of shock , we got a bike standing and got flew with it . We escaped from there . We were so shocked by the loss of
Heramb that we were in splits . I don't know how to describe that ..."
‎I started crying all again and she again held me .
‎" heeyy ... sShhhh , what happened next ?? Where's Sachin ?? "
" Last night I got a call and the man said
you left your volet with us Mr. Jay .
I was shocked ..
Then he
Said Sachin too was with you that day
He too had seen all so he is now in a deep sleep from where he'll never wake up .
By the way we got his address from your volet only and next is you as we do not leave any evidence behind ." " I was terrified , terrorized , scared to the spine , Sachin too and now It's my turn "
" Thhaat phone is ringing from last night it is their call I know..
It's death's call "
" Noooo jay nooo.. it was Me who was calling you contiously ... I was worried about you "
" I'll be killed "
" No , no one will kill you "
" They will .. they killed Heramba they killed Sachin and I know they will kill me too "
" Heeyy look here look into my eyes and listen , nothing will happen to you .. nothing .. I'm here with you .. trust me "
"Zooomii save me please ..
Please save me !!" I rested my forehead on her shoulders with a loose hopless body .
" Jay why you didn't told me this earlier ..
God how from much trauma you're going through .. now just quiet . I promise everything will get fine nothing will happen to you "
" Fine ?? Really "
" Trust me "
" Can my friends come back ?"
" Jay , they won't come back , time can't be reversed , but I promise nothing will happen to you "
She took out her cell phone and called her dad . His dad is the commissioner of police . She told him all the situation and then he came to me . I gave him all the details and he promised me that nothing will happen to me and every one of them will get punished

And then he left . It was now again only me amd her .
She held me again and his every moving hand on my hair was making me believe everything will be fine .

Just after 3 day police raided the place and now everyone of them is in jail .

And I and zoomi are together now !!




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HANDLING PRESSURE
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This is Something I wrote long back-

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Big IT buildings with glass windows,huge campus, large number of employees wearing ID cards. Especially at night when I used to look at these buildings I used to get fascinated and at that time I used to think whether I will be a part of such a company? I used to feel a big company’s name associated with my name will just add colors to my name.
Can you work under pressure? This was just a mere interview question for me few months back. But today I really can say I have understood true meaning of this sentence. I used to think getting selected for a company is easy and in the same way survival there will be easy too.
But then when I faced the real world, to my surprise the situations were exact opposite to what I have thought and then I realized why they ask you this question in interview “Can you work under pressure?”
Starting from your training only you are tested to work under pressure, the pressure of clearing each module and when you join a project this work pressure increases. The pressure to perform well, the pressure to excel .You may have to even go through unfavorable situations like cooperation problems with teammates, pressure to deliver before deadlines, overtime etc. I believe each and every person at some time or other must have experienced this situation and they must be familiar with it.
I really don’t know how to handle these situations but what matters really here is how to maintain yourself, how to maintain your calm because at the end of the day sitting idle and doing nothing will not give you pleasure but working and gaining knowledge will give you pleasure and satisfaction.
What is the first thing that comes to your mind when you face such type of situations? Quitting your job? But before doing that just imagine the n number of people struggling for just one job. Quitting job because of work pressure is not acceptable even if you go to some other company there also you will face work pressure in some form or other you can’t escape from it because work and pressure are proportional to each other if there is work there will be pressure.
Before quitting on anything just recall why you started, how you struggled and how far you have reached .Don’t underestimate your true potential in such a situation. I remember one kabir’s Doha that I studied in school .It is like this
“Tinka kabahu na nindiye,jo payan tar hoye
Kabahu udi aankhan pade,to peer ghaneri hoye”
The meaning of these lines is don’t ever insult a tiny straw even if it is under your foot. Don’t underestimate its power. This small straw can be painful if it flew into your eyes like soot. So if this small straw can show such a potential then why can’t we. Why we always try to become victim. Why can’t we be survivors?
I believe everything in life happens for a reason be it good or bad you have to anyhow accept it. If it is good then there is no problem but why to worry if it is bad sooner or later this time will pass and it will mould you into a better person, a survivor of adverse situations, and a fighter. Just remember coal becomes diamond under pressure .Difficult road often leads to beautiful destinations.
How many of you have seen water carefully? Did you ever notice that even if we put water in any container it takes shape of it .River water is unstoppable and it destroys each and every obstacles in its path. If we consider stagnant water it is filthy. So the thing that we can learn from here is life is full of challenges it’s not easy and pressure makes us identify our true potential ,if we flow like water and broaden our paths that will be the situation when we will identify our true potential ,if life puts us in adverse situation then be like water and mould yourself into it, think of a way out because being like stagnant water will just put rust on your abilities and it will make you a person not fit in “survival of the fittest race”.
Moral stories have always something to teach us. A small story that can teach us true meaning of handling adverse situations. Once there was a farmer whose donkey fell into a pit. The animal cried and whined for hours while the owner tried to figure out what to do. Finally the farmer decided that since the animal was old, and the pit needed to be covered up anyway so he would just bury the old donkey right there. He got shovel and started filling the pit. The donkey kept up its wailing, but then fell silent. After an hour of furious shoveling ,the farmer paused to rest. To his amazement he saw his old donkey jump out of the pit and trot away. At first when the donkey realized what was happening, he cried even more piteously .but then the animal hit a plan as each spadesful dust hit his back the donkey would shake it off and Take a step up on the growing mound of earth. Eventually the mound grew high enough for him to jump out of the pit.
Life is going to shovel dirt on you. The trick for getting out of the pit is to just shake it off and take a step up. We can get out of the deepest pit by not stopping and never giving up. Just shake it off and take a step up. Handle your pressure with ease, don’t get panic because it is just a phase that will pass away, either it will show you your true abilities or will make you quit the situation but remember the moment you want to quit is the moment when miracles happen. God never puts us in such a situation where we can’t think a way out either he will catch us when we will fall or he will give us wings to fly. But the point here is just broaden your way of living, come out of the pit and live life like a winner. Make your adverse situation a favorable one by working happily because good things in life don’t come easily you have to struggle for that .Remember the time of our childhood when we switched from pencils to pens at first we all felt the pressure of making our handwriting good using pen but sometimes we just wanted to switch back again to pencils because we liked our handwriting good in that only ,we feared to accept the change .But then we all accepted the change and eventually struggled to come out of that pressurized situation.
In the end I want to conclude with a robin sharma quote
“The place where your greatest frustration live is the place where your biggest opportunity lies”.

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REALIZING YOUR POTENTIAL

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REALIZING YOUR POTENTIAL
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4 years of graduation .Lots of memories some happy ones some sad ones .Life has really changed now, it’s like a turning point of my life don’t know where the end is.It really seems that I am going through a dark tunnel and waiting for it to end somewhere just wishing to see the bright light at the end of the tunnel.

There are so many thoughts in my mind which are making my nights sleepless. These thoughts are really sufficient to make someone crazy. But the best part of this is that it is making me analyze myself.

I know there are times in life when you just lose hope, you lose believe in yourself, you forget your potential, you forget your inner strength, you forget what you wanted to do and what is your real aim but above all you just forget the “REAL YOU”. At times things will bother you, will create havoc in your life. But worrying about your future will not make your future easy but in turn it could ruin your past by consuming your precious time by making you busy in useless things.

Try to keep both your hands up for some time, for how much time you can keep them up for 5 mins or let’s say 10 mins after that much of time it will be hard for you to maintain your position your hands will start aching and you’ll quit after some time. Worries are like that only, think about them for a while, nothing happens. Think about them a bit longer, they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed incapable of doing anything. That is why it is important to let go of your stresses. Don’t carry them longer because they will just make you busy doing nothing and will only because you pain so you just have to come out of that situation or else they will make you busy doing nothing.

I remember AKBAR AND BIRBAL stories that I used to read during my childhood days in that once Akbar asked birbal to describe both the bad and good phase of life in just one sentence than birbal told akbar a nice line it was “THIS TIME WILL SOON END”.
With the above story it is clear that it all depends on your attitude of perceiving things. There are two choices for you either to remain positive or negative. It is like seeing the silver lining of dark cloud or just seeing only the dark side of it.But being in that situation and not forgetting yourself is the only thing that matters.Positive and negative situations are just phases of life in both the situations god wants to test our ability.

Charles Darwin’s theory of species described about the fact ”Survival of the fittest” it described that only those species will survive who willstruggle against all natural conditions unfavorable to the them. God tests us on that basis, as we know that “smooth roads can never make good drivers”, “clear sky can never make good pilots” in the same way “problem free life can never make a person realize his inner potential”.If you keep a bird in cage for long enough it will just start doubting its abilities, life wants us to come out of our closet and realize our worth because only we can help ourselves so don’t ask life “why me” just say “try me”. Life is not smooth even our heart beat has ups and down, there are so many mountains and hills to climb but if we will not accept the challenge and come out of that how will we have a better view of life.

Time changes, people change, you make friends then you leave them behind, this is what life is all about. Sometimes you are on top some time you fall from that top position. Being on top or coming to bottom doesn’t matter but the thing that matters is how you maintain the “REAL YOU”. How you face the situation, if you are on the top then how to struggle to remain there and if you are on bottom then how you utilize all the available resources to reach there on top and above all in all these conditions how to remain calm and composed.

Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances. Don’t be afraid to take chances and most of all, live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is the second of happiness you can never get back. Just do what your conscience allows and let your conscience be your guide, take a stand even if you have to stand alone remember eagle is only bird the flies high during thunderstorm unlike others. So facing your difficulties is the only solution you have to come out of that because it will not just pave way for solution but also mold you as a better person. And I just believe in one thing “When there’s something you want, fight for it, don’t give up no matter how hopeless it seems, even when you’ve lost hope, cause years from now you’re going to look back and wish you gave it one more shot because the best things in life don’t come easy”.

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