About dreams

"Why do we have to listen to our hearts?" the boy asked, when they had made camp that day.

"Because, wherever your heart is, that is where you'll find your treasure."

"But my heart is agitated," the boy said. "It has its dreams, it gets emotional, and its become passionate over a woman of the desert. It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights, when I'm thinking about her."

"Well, that's good. Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say."

During the next three days, the two travelers passed by a number of armed tribesmen, and saw others on the horizon. The boy's heart began to speak of fear. It told him stories it had heard from the Soul of the World, stories of men who sought to find their treasure and never succeeded. Sometimes it frightened the boy with the idea that he might not find his treasure, or that he might die there in the desert. At other times, it told the boy that it was satisfied: it had found love and riches.

"My heart is a traitor," the boy said to the alchemist, when they had paused to rest the horses. "It doesn't want me to go on."

"That makes sense," the alchemist answered. "Naturally it's afraid that, in pursuing your dream, you might lose everything you've won."

"Well, then, why should I listen to my heart?"

"Because you will never again be able to keep it quiet. Even if you pretend not to have heard what it tells you, it will always be there inside you, repeating to you what you're thinking about life and about the world."

"You mean I should listen, even if it's treasonous?"

"Treason is a blow that comes unexpectedly. If you know your heart well, it will never be able to do that to you. Because you'll know its dreams and wishes, and will know how to deal with them.

"You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way, you'll never have to fear an unanticipated blow."

"Even though I complain sometimes," it said, "it's because I'm the heart of a person, and people's hearts are that way. People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams, because they feel that they don't deserve them, or that they'll be unable to achieve them. We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go away forever, or of moments that could have been good but weren't, or of treasures that might have been found but were forever hidden in the sands. Because, when these things happen, we suffer terribly."

"My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer," the boy told the alchemist one
night as they looked up at the moonless sky.

"Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself.
And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity."

"Everyone on earth has a treasure that awaits him," his heart said. "We, people's hearts, seldom say much about those treasures, because people no longer want to go in search of them. We speak of them only to children. Later, we simply let life proceed, in its own direction, toward its own fate. But, unfortunately, very few follow the path laid out for them—the path to their destinies, and to happiness. Most people see the world as a threatening place, and, because they do, the world turns out, indeed, to be a threatening place. "So, we, their hearts, speak more and more softly. We never stop speaking out, but we begin to hope that our words won't be heard: we don't want people to suffer because they don't follow their hearts."

"Why don't people's hearts tell them to continue to follow their dreams?" the boy asked the alchemist.

"Because that's what makes a heart suffer most, and hearts don't like to suffer."

From then on, the boy understood his heart. He asked it, please, never to stop speaking to him. He asked that, when he wandered far from his dreams, his heart press him and sound the alarm. The boy swore that, every time he heard the alarm, he would heed its message. That night, he told all of this to the alchemist. And the alchemist understood that the boy's heart had returned to the Soul of the World.

"So what should I do now?" the boy asked.

"Continue in the direction of the Pyramids" said the alchemist. "And continue to pay heed to the omens. Your heart is still capable of showing you where the treasure is."

"Is that the one thing I still needed to know?"

"No," the alchemist answered.
"What you still need to know is this: before a dream is realized, the Soul of the World tests everything that was learned along the way. It does this not because it is evil, but so that we can, in addition to realizing our dreams, master the lessons we've learned as we've moved toward that dream. That's the point at which most people give up. It's the point at which, as we say in the language of the desert, one 'dies of thirst just when the palm trees have appeared on the horizon.' "Every search begins with beginner's luck. And every search ends with the victor's being severely tested."

The boy remembered an old proverb from his country. It said that the darkest hour of the night came just before the dawn.

365 days

365 days back my life, as i thought that time, was thrown off the rails...
but now..looking back i realize that my life just took right turn before it was too late

Let me go....

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I can’t see lines on paper
Just drawing words with letters, the novel is uncompleted,
But I realize the point, the plot is - I am always wrong.
Cold hands, familiar sounds,
Your eyes which are painfully precious for me
But heart is not letting up and beating so slow
Tear is falling down and breaking to pieces

My breath is not stopping to tremble…


Let me go
We can’t save our love on the verge of disaster
River can’t connect two river banks
Forgive me
We can’t save our love on the verge of disaster
River can’t connect two river banks


I will not interfere you to crash out
It’s me who is like a bird locked in cage
I will not show you I am dieing because of pain
And no one can save me
But how to puzzle out and admit
That I don’t want to live without you
But heart is still groaning
That is so uneasy to loose and forget your palms ..

My breath is not stopping to tremble…

All we need is live....?

I think almost every indian (male or female) in story of his life has a chapter which starts with "I loved her and we wanted to get married but parents...." and ends with typical "We parted as it was better for all of us" and somewhere between lines lies unspoken "I still love her even if i moved on, got married and live happy married life". For many of you it can sound like movie scenario but the thing is (sad thing)...real lives are behind that "scenario" and "happy end" is quite rare case.

How many times i saw my friends shedding tears over their lost soulmates, but in the same time only some of them have guts to fight their love and right to live THEIR lives.
What is this? Lack of guts? Lack of wish? The way to respect parents by giving up your life? Fear to stand against society and system? Way to prove yourself (or others) that you are good son/daughter/person? Sacrifice life for the sake of all said above doesnt sound reasonable for me. Does it mean im bad person if i dont want sacrifice my life for selfish wish of my parents? Anyone can explain me why its me who will be considered as selfish but not parents who dont care about how they kid feels and what he/she wants. Parents know better what is good for their kids? Bullshit! They are not perfect either and can make mistakes even if they have good intentions. And they have no right to deprive kids of their lives by argument "we gave you this life...so please clear the bill". Aint it unfair..giving live but depriving of right to LIVE?

Its blessing if one managed to find soulmate and its so careless to give up chance to go through life hand in hand with that soulmate.
And its hell to know that you dont have space in heart of your spouse because of that "sacred" sacrifice.

As result - broken lives...he...she...parents who realized their mistake but its too late to rectify it....
Aint it shitty scenario of life?

Suitcase with a broken handle

Yeah, its tough task to carry such suitcase. It keeps trying to slip out of your hands and hurt you falling down on your feet. You do realize that there is no point to carry it anymore, but you cant leave it either... you wasted so much time and efforts trying to tackle it and not to hurt yourself.

But sooner or later this moment comes... when it falls down on your feet and you finally understand that its totally useless to gather it and carry..more over...you don't have wish to make efforts again...and you are making decision to leave it lying on the ground.

You have mixed feelings... suitcase was full of stuff which are precious for you, which you got use to, it still keeps your smell, its still part of your life...and its not easy to tear it away..... but from the other side you feel relief....pretty soon you will surround yourself with a new things which fill the emptiness and feeling of loss ....and you will realize that new suitcase its not a bad idea at all.

Dating an indian man

Handsome, smiling, wearing jeans (though at times traditional clothes), driving bike or car, knows about world news, using all modern gadgets... here is - indian man of 21st century.

Getting this product many can be fooled by western oriented modern exterior and even interior. But no matter how progressive his thoughts are, or how broad minded he is...alas.. yeh India hai meri jaan.... so be ready that inidan man is available only with package with his family, customs, culture and habits. And this is where problem can come out, because this package can cause some inconvenience in your relationship or lead to break up or just end up with nothing.

So even if you think your model is good enough and meets latest tech requirements, and coding was made in professional way - be careful, in the most of cases there is bug in that code, which doesn’t allow whole program to run in the way you are expecting.

Lucky you, if you could find “free of package” offer. Though its rare case. Its like Christmas (when people start believe in miracles) sales…if you got late for sales or didn’t know in which shopping mall sales was - you have no other option as to wait till next sales or next auspicious moment.

You have three options:
- wait for the next Christmas sales ( but yet again there is no guarantee that you will get your piece of pie)
- compromise and learn manual about how to handle package part (in the worst cases even compromise doesnt work)
- or try different brand...after all there are so many countries and nationalities.

Yeah...for damn patient customers..if you still like the product you got and you dont want to go for a different brand - there is another one option - to wait while current model will be upgraded to the next version which can live up to your expectations.

Happy shopping!

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