It's all about the standards!

The world we live in has standards!

Standards with its meaningless shackles!

Beauty has shade panels!

It has defined size and numbers!

Is a soul sleeping inside the womb supposed to know about such mindless channels?

Then how should we define the beauty of the soul?

When the color of its face decides it's fate in this world!

Lips, hair, height, weight and color!

Do they justify beauty of inner fire?

The innocent soul wanders,

Wanders in deep dark ally's lost within its meaningless mundane of standards!

Because all it knew was the beauty of breath and life that it developed!

Bless the soul, if its a girl in this world!

The profits of many depends on this ideal!

Decades of life are spent to get it all correct behind the mirror!

Now is the time to know that beauty of body doesn't defines the beauty of soul, dear mothers!

All my ladies and pretty little girls, 

You are completely beautiful irrespective of what size or color! 

Stop wasting your time to get near to those ideals,

Because the beauty of body doesn't defines the beauty of soul!

The boy at petrol pump.

The sultry dreaded summer of this city life just makes me hibernate in my cave; here i mean my air conditioned room where I find myself being in heaven during the deadly summer. I didn’t realise that this was the most blessed luxury that I enjoyed till I saw this young helper boy at petrol pump.The capital city where i live gets heated upto its core during the summer reaching harsh temperature added with it being a land locked concrete jungle.A day back the city of Delhi got its much awaited rain shower. While filling petrol in our car this boy was singing merrily while rain was pouring down. He was conveying his happiness and joy to us too while singing merrily.I was unable to appreciate the joy of same.While watching him behind the window shield i was wondering what makes him so happy? And there it struck me! Aha! The boy stands under the sun each day to earn his bread.

Isn’t that too harsh of a job?

And there are many like him sweating and toiling in harsh sun so that we can enjoy the best luxuries in our air conditioned cabinets! 

This boy made me realise that all is too well in life where I forget to count my blessings.It’s not new that the fast pace life, the comfort of machines and the star dust of materialism in today’s world makes us oblivious to appreciate the simple joys of life.

This also makes me share this thought with all of you to do our small bit to save electricity which is still a luxury for most of our country’s population. A small act of switching off the appliances when we don’t use them will help in splashing colours of happiness everywhere around by saving our limited resources and let’s not forget to count our blessings and be great full where a routine of ours is luxury for the most. 

And yes now I merrily sing yeh mausam ki baarish yeh baarish ka paani...😊😊😊