To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out for another is to risk involvement.
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas, your dreams, before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk despair.
To try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken, because the greatest
hazard in life is to risk nothing. The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, and is nothing.😊
I was in a clinic and was waiting for my turn to consult the doctor. Since it was taking too long, I just got into a conversation with the receptionist. She told me one incident that surprised me and I was miffed too. The receptionist had a friend who was slightly healthy. She did not look that awkward, but her close friends teased her and advised her to shed some weight off. Now, that girl took it so seriously that she went on dieting for weeks and ultimately was admitted to a hospital where she died! Just imagine the extent to which people go just to get a letter of approval with the signatures of this society!
We all have a bad habit that we want to be loved by all. We don't want our haters to exist and this is the main reason why we don't accept our imperfections. In this struggle of becoming a perfect person, we end up becoming a messy person. If you want the world to love you, there is no need to pretend and be fake. It just requires a simple action: you need to love yo…
The sun climbed over the skyline. The rays streaming through the window, fell gently on Amit's face, disturbing him from deep sleep. After much wallowing in bed, he finally got up, already exhausted from the thought of going to a business party.
But, his despair melted down as he saw a huge shelf thrusted with books. His eyes gleamed and a wide smile, symbolising his love for books, flashed on his face, pushing away the sorrow.
An hour later, Amit was all decked up, dressed up to the nines, sporting an immaculate black tuxedo, that he had apparently bought from his hard-earned money just to impress everyone. He looked in the mirror. Everything was perfect but, one thing was missing- the mask!
As soon as he put it on, he turned into the Amit of the people. The introvert and 'not a party lover' turned into a gregarious and a party person. The 'book lover' turned into the one who would say, "Books? How boring!".
So, there Amit was at the party. Smiling an…
Screaming and squirming, he was born to the couple. Couple, they were for the world. Foes, they were to each other. Every other day, they slipped into a scuffle which sometimes lasted for whole day while the new born slept peacefully, incognizant of his mother's weeping.
Some years passed and at the age of nine, the child's world was bliss to him with ecstasy all around. But, his parents flummoxed him because there relationship was still a blend of arguments and misunderstandings. While they fought, he just stood there, observing his father berating his mother, who just wailed all night. The reason of their contempt was beyond his understanding. But, a broad smile on his mother's face back in the morning would make him believe that everything was normal.
The family waded through another ten years. Nothing changed except their ages. Their son touched maturity and understood what he did not as an immature. But, surprisingly, he was not bothered at all. To see his father s…