a day in our lives

i was greeted this morning by the shining sun
i blindly hoped this would be a day of fun

some rise early, some rise late
each writes now on a fresh new slate

while off to work we mortals may go
what the day holds for us, we dont even know

toiling all the way to the day's wage
today was just another, in the life's book, page

lunch break was supposed to be a happy hour
the burden of responsibilities made the food taste sour

this everyday life of 9 to 6 makes so sad
but when the time comes to go home, i feel so gald

the long day now finally comes to an end
but i didnt get the message God wanted to send

this lousy monotonous life that i live;
something more i am worth ; i believe

but being content is what the Lord hath preached
with this live we live, and where ever we have reached

a genius that He is, and has a plan for us all
best it is , whether its driving cars or playing ball

i thank thee for this wonderful day that has passed
with a tiny flicker of hope that wasn't even asked

and with the sun flying down to through west
the day was just another in this life, a test
and while the long day finally comes to a rest
for tomorrow we wish ourselves all the best

So what if...

so what if my life has been a trot on a bed of thorns?
at least i didnt have to live with a head full of horns...

so what if i've had most of my life on the run?
even if heavily i have intended on others pun

so what if never have i any exam topped?
life was the test i excelled, and many bottles have i popped!

so what if the best of girls never paid me any attention?
whenever spoken of playboys, my exploits have a duly mention!

so what if my parents wanted for me a better career?
i enjoy what i'm doing right now, even if it is serving beer

so what if never have i compiled a very good song?
i have written some even while playing ping pong!

so what if my best friend is a girl?
at least she doesnt make my head swirl

so what if i made the biggest mistake of my life?
it was fun! like walking on a knife

my life was mine, and mine to live alone
if anyone tried to take it away, i'd given 'em a broken bone!

but i shared it with thousands and has been a lot of fun
remembering the better times, like watching the setting sun

i lived my life anyway that i dared
forgot that there were someones who for me cared

i wish them all a lifetime of joy
and death, here it comes; oh boy!





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Life's good

Life was good when i was kid
never regretted anything i did

life was just all so simple
untill i got on my cheek the 1st pimple

reaching puberty wasnt quite fun
while i had school on the run

but still it was nice to have all around
friends i knew well and sound

then came around the age eighteen
and life just started getting lean

like a monkey to a tree ;it got to me
the women folk seemed just so pretty

"isn't ur fault" was what i was said
the hormones did the job; and well; for me pretty bad!

tried a few shots to flirt as such
maybe i saw tv soaps too much

fell for someone i dont know why
failed, but did at least try

life goes on like a bird in the sky, free,
as my friends say "there are many fishes in the sea

life's still good while i'm in mood fine
the childhood innocence was just a better time

now b's and b's is all i see
will not let a beauty get to me

life will still be good while i live with a smile
hoping to get along with someone worthwhile

the idiocity known as "L.O.V.E"

Wrote this for a girl.. Dint quite work out...







a million people in the world, hundreds i meet everyday
was never expecting to bump into someone who'd make me pay

i looked at u and i said hi
and i felt if i ever say bye, i'd die

charming as a butterfly, sweeter than honey
just a passing smile to me, made me jump like a bunny

i never felt this way before for anyone else
infactuation? crush? no; only love - made sense

i made mistakes in the past, i do agree
i tried to rush u into things, like a cat onto a tree

forgot that u were a girl, u needed care
enough space and time, and breathing air

but u did hurt me, u did not understand
u literally swept under me, the very land on which i stand

maybe last time i did not quite make it through
that what i felt for u is real, and maybe u do too,

so here i am, this is me, standing right before you,
bellowing from the deepest point of my heart , that i love you



and if after all this, no is what you say
then maybe its just that you are gay...!





...

If life was a lovely road

if life was a lovely road,
i'd walk like a turtle
savouring every colour i see,
red, yellow, green, purple

i'd not be walking alone
someone accompaning each time
parents, teachers, friends and foes
and anyone who helped me rise and shine

there would be surprises
on every turn i take
and even more opportunities
that may even seem fake

just a passing smile from a stranger
would make me so glad
that i am at least alive
and not just a statue garment clad

the walk would seem so lovely
while we would walk hand in hand
talking all the way
while time slipped away like sand


if life was a lovely road,
slowly i would fly
savouring every moment of life
till i say my final goodbye...




believe it or not; parth mistry wrote this!

Cold November rain

Cold November Rain

Ever since the onslaught of global warming on God’s green earth; which of course did not happen overnight, but at least felt; after the world was ‘blessed’ by Al Gore’s “An Inconvenient Truth”; we have experienced nothing but “Hell on earth”, at least in this part of earth: Latitude: 21° 10' 0 N, Longitude: 72° 49' 60 E, i.e. our beloved Surat. 10 months of gruesome summer with a month or so of rainfall and some season with raging summer in daytime and winter afternoons at night! For both the past two years that I have spent in surat, this has been the fazing weather cycle.

This year was different; till now at least. Rains had over-whelmed arriving just on Indian Standard Time (sarcastically, of course!), but summer’s over-extended fury was still with temperatures soaring in the higher 30’s even through September and October. And then followed by a tiny butterfly’s flutter somewhere in the southern hemisphere (w.r.t. “The butterfly Effect”), or maybe a convenient low-pressure, moisture laden region developed in the Arabian sea coinciding with a relative high pressure region south of the “Tear-drop Island”, gave birth to a sinister and monishing cyclone, “Phyan”, which had almost the entire west coast of India literally on their heels.

They say there is a silver lining to every dark cloud in the sky; and so did this. While Phyan finally managed the Coast Guard boats to come out of the docks and actually spread some caution in the region, the nearby interior parts of the Western Indian Subcontinent were surprisingly blessed by the ever-so-welcomed dark cumulus clouds, dropping temperatures throughout the region by more than 10 degrees than normal; giving the cold-deprived junta of the western coast to experience the heavenly bliss of cloudy and cold days and nights, experienced mostly only the high hills.

No one was complaining; not even the fishermen whose daily bread; or should we call daily fish; was in grave danger. Every one welcomed the wonderful change in climate. Even the neatly folded wooly pull overs; which had been cramped up in the closet upstairs; managed to stretch up and do their actual job! Even while schools and colleges were shut down in the likely-to-be-hit parts of the states, all folks were enjoying every last crunch of this amazing nature’s gift. The “deep-fried farsan” houses must have had a record breaking business in the week; what more to enjoy than a steaming hot Samosa in the gently dripping drizzle and icy breeze!

And just when people finally hoped for a wonderful winter after almost 3 years, Phyan pardoned the “disaster ready” governments of the states of Gujarat and Maharashtra, and drifted away to some uninhabited spot in the Arabian Sea; and took with it the marvelous weather, leaving behind the good ol’ blazing sun and the pathetic extended summer to us…

“ …. Nothing lasts for ever….. Even cold November Rain…… “
- Guns and Roses

Stars: The future or the past?

Stars. The beautiful twinkling little dots of light out there in the night sky. They amuse all. It always has; since ancient stone age times to 21st century’s space age; mankind has searched for answers in stars. Answers to questions that we haven’t even figured out yet.

But, the really ironic part about stars is, that, what we see is just the past! Stars are lighyears away from earth; infact the nearest star to the solar system, Proxima Centauri itself is about 4 lightyears away from us: which means that when we look at the twinkling light of the star, it was emitted about four years in the past! And the closest galaxy, Andromeda is about 2,50,000 light years away!

So, when we look for answers in the stars, and the universe, we are just seeing what has been happening in the past million light years! While astrologers all over the world claim to predict our future by studying the patterns of stars, they are, infact, trying to predict the future by looking at the past!

So, while the diameter of the universe is roughly accepted to about 78 billion light years, even if there were an intelligent species living somewhere out in outer space, we will not even be able to find it out until the information reaches us!

While light is considered the fastest object/phenomenon in the entire universe, how can we expect some intelligent species, or even ourselves to venture out in space, say at the speed of light, jumping from one star system to another to search for life, within a span of, say some thousand years!

So much as we want to believe we are not alone; and hopefully we aren’t; but, maybe we will be for years to come…

Parth Mistry

The cut throat situation

The cut throat situation

It wasn’t exactly the best of days for the laudatory of the days’ weather. It was a heavily hot and rather intemperately humid day. Sweat rolled off my brow as if I were standing under shower of hot, salty sweat water itself. And the worst was my rather messed up hair. The dream of getting a “rock star” plaited look was just about to come to an end as I finally decided to get rid of the thick unkempt curls. Sad? No. A relief!

And as already stated, it wasn’t the best of days. It was my regular “Bad Luck Week” of the month; or rather the fortnight now-a-days. I took out my steel horse out for a run and headed straight to a parlour one of my better friends had suggested just about near to our favourite hanging out place, “Sargam Shopping Centre”. “STYLE”: at least the name’s fancy I thought. And the fantasy didn’t end at the door either. The interiors were cosy; the air conditioned by two LG ACs, a faint rosy smell teased my nostrils. It was the lowly afternoon hour implied absence of a crowd eager to get the knife edged scissors wavering over their head! I was on right away, placing the most important part of my body in his hands, or rather scissors; the thought reminded me of the Johnny Depp movie, “Edward Scissorhands”.

I said, “Chotte karna [Keep them short]”, to which I received a gentle positive nod. “Wow! The chair is pretty comfortable”, popped out a thought in my head. He began the proceedings; combing the hair, wetting them to the right degree, and a small head massage. And that was it! He was just a humble friendly barber, I thought. But little did I know what was going on in his demonic brain.

The moment he started the procedure of relieving me of the sweat inducing hair, a chill ran down my spine; something wasn’t right. It was as if he had some kind of a grudge against my black beauties. He was literally hammering down my scalp. The thought of getting up, kicking him in the balls and running away as far as I can from the parlour came at least a thousand times in my rather vexed mind. But I was also aware of the weapons I was facing; the innumerable scissors of all sizes, the ruthless combs scratching the hell out of my head, and the most dangerous of the all; the razor, the “astra” as it is known in gujarati, loosely translated as the ultimate weapon!

As I continued stirring my brain up with impending war plans, the attack was getting fiercer every second. It was as if the more hair I lost, the more the pain inflicted. My options were limited now, he was slowly and steadily moving to the ultimate weapon. Let this end my lord! Let this end! Relieve me of this unkind world my lord! Let the satan commit his wish.

And then the “astra” was finally launched; the targets: neck, ears and wherever possible! It was nearing, the end was nearing. Although the “astra” attack wasn’t as fierce as the scissors’, but I knew its capabilities. “End it!”, I prayed, “End it now!”. Then, one moment of piercing pain; and then, peace. Peace: I knew it had ended. I was not feeling anything, no more pain, no more thumping on the head; just the ghostly air movement caused by the AC… Wait a minute… I can still feel! The rosy smell still tickled my nostrils! I was alive; it wasn’t the end! But, if it wasn’t the end, then?

And the answer came with a rather heavy shake by the humble barber, “Ho gaya sahib”, followed by friendly giggle and fumbled my hair giving me a rather hype hairstyle. “It’s done sir. You fell asleep and I didn’t want to disturb because it made my job easier.” [I am translating guys, he spoke in gujarati] But then why the pain? The question didn’t have to leave my mouth to get an answer from him, “It’s a new style of cutting Sirjee, its called rough cut, see, it also has a special type of scissor. Of course it might have hurt but it gives a good look.”

And so the war ended, leaving me rather confused than defeated: It had been a bad day and the AC and the comfort of the saloon chair just catalyzed my sleep. And a day in the war dreams of Parth Mistry’s life just concluded!

Parth Mistry

3rd yr mech, SVNIT

In His presence

In His presence

God. The single most remembered thing in life of any human. Theist or Atheist, ardent worshipper or just “wish me good luck” remember, in any difficult times, it is His help that we desire; it is Him that we remember. But how can faith be so strong, that someone who has never been seen, or proved, is such an important part of our life?

Many people claim to have felt His presence, or His grace, or, well; His anything! And I have a personal experience of mine that I would like to rather discuss.

It was a normal monsoon evening; grey, dispersed cumulus monsoon clouds showering just a light drizzle on the earth heavily lashed by a thunderstorm the other night in the beautiful rain-gifted area of South Gujarat, Tithal. Meteorology department had declared that this time of the year the coastal areas will be witnessing waves as high as 20 feet, and still, even on a busy weekday of Thursday, almost a quarter population of Valsad had gathered at the beach to witness the monstrosity of the Arabian Sea.

There has always been a rather vacant, clean and cosy part of the beach where I usually go and visit the sea, which I like to call “my personal beach”, for most of the times there isn’t a soul to be seen for at least 100 meters around. Usually the sea is gentle, the sea water just brushing my sandals upto ankles, and the waves so predictable that no way does the water come anywhere near my three-quarter jeans. A dreamy salty breeze evaporates every last drop of sweat from your body, chilling you upto a slight shiver; throwing even the most well set hair out of order. Just standing amidst the water, which playfully rushes to and away from you; gives the most pleasing feeling that one would like to describe but never can; it is to be felt for oneself.

But today was different. The sea was not welcoming and gentle; it was rather hostile and dangerous. It was definitely raging its wrath. The sufferers were the year old built stairway into the sea from the cliff, which faces the same fate every year. Police patrol had keenly requested not to go near the sea; casualties had already been reported at a nearby beach where in an unfortunate accident, the Arabian Sea had consumed two children and their parents. So stepping in the water was out of question. The wind was no less than a fiery gale, threatening to throw you over, and making it difficult even to stand; they had a score of uprooted trees to prove their power.

Just standing near the edge of the cliff, where some years ago were rumours of haunted sightings, came a rather strange thought in my mind; all through summer, when I visited this very place, I was welcomed, by none other than God himself! He is everywhere, He is the sea! When I stood within the waves, water nearly ankle deep and surrounded by water on all sides, I was actually in His presence. He was the one playing with me, trying to wet my clothes which I tried to avoid it every time by moving just a few steps backwards. I was not standing alone there; I was with Him.

Faith is a gift not everyone is blessed by. Students of science need a proof for everything to be believed in, which unfortunately includes me too. I have seen scores of people, blindly following religion, worshipping idols and claiming to be “blessed by faith”. But every definition of God has described Him as omnipresent; then why join hands or kneel in front of an idol and not just, anywhere? The answer, I have already given; Faith is a gift not everyone is blessed by.

And how do I explain feeling His presence? It was the monstrosity that I witnessed; such extreme display of power that could frighten the most courageous of souls; how could it be the same place that I found so lovely a few days back, be so dangerous! A beach that can be described as the most beautiful and harmless scene in the terrain had become a place of extreme fear and caution. A sea, usually so calm and quiet was now suddenly so threatening and hostile. Such extremes can be very well be compared to God’s nature, in every religion: Shiva and Vishnu in Hinduism, “Noah’s Ark” in Christianity, and numerous other examples over mythology. A rather self-realisation I guess.

In His presence, shall we always be.....

The final call...

The final call...


They asked me, “Are you afraid of death?”; I humbly replied, ”Well, who isn’t?”.

Funny as it sounds; death; is inevitable. There is no way avoiding it. Then, why to be afraid of it?
What’s funny is, I am not afraid of death. I’m afraid that, I may not have lived my life fully. There are so many things to do on this tiny little blue dot of the Solar System. So many promises to keep, so many dreams to see, so many ambitions to fulfil, so many people to meet; the list is endless.

When I started thinking, what will I do if I had just 2 days to live, and I started making the list; the list was endless. I had so much to do! I was afraid I may not be able to do all that before the inevitable occurs. But, it was in my hands; I had to do all this. So, I wasn’t actually afraid of death, I was afraid of myself. I was afraid that I may not be able to do everything before I die?

I then thought about all the people I will miss, and... Who will miss me... Funny you never live to know that huh! So many people I have to meet, so many to love, so many to miss.


Death doesn’t only rid the human soul of its mortal human form, but they bonds that soul has made in his life: the people he loves, cares about, who love and care for him; it all ends. I’m not afraid of the pain I’ll have to suffer while dying, its the pain that will be caused to my loved ones.

My life wasn’t just mine; it was influenced by thousands of others, and my life influenced thousand others as well.

The Better Halves of a Man's Life

The Better Halves of a Man’s Life

....And then God made Eve; “It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a companion fit for him.”

Any form of feminine being; mothers, sisters, friends, girl friends, any form; makes a major part of our life. They make the “better half” of different stages of our lives. The soft spoken, caring and loving natured; set in “sweet” mode by default from birth; women and girls bring an unexplainable meaning to our lives. Somehow there is something in women that one can like or hate, but simply can’t ignore.

Mother’s love is one of the greatest gifts on earth; most of us take it for granted. Try living away from your mother for some time and you’ll realize what it is worth. The love, the unspoken love is something that you can never ever forget. The bond that extends over all boundaries; the care she shows for you; her doing everything that makes you happy, everyday, without expecting anything in return, the only person who wants nothing but the best for you in every way: Mothers are God’s greatest gifts; God in human form itself. The arms ever-ready to embrace you, the relief one gets saying “Maa...”; the hand that you held in your deepest fears, the one you always remember when you cry. We may change, our lives may change, but this love shall never change; this person you shall never forget; this person you can never replace; not today, not tomorrow, never.

Sisters; irritating, bossing, sometimes intimidating, arch enemies, giving you the biggest headaches... Whatever. But they are sisters, that’s their job. She’s your very own sister; you’ve shared more than just something; you’ve shared your mother’s womb, your childhood, your most true self. You might have fought for decades! But, she is your sister, the one who knows everything about you; even the stuff you didn’t want her to know. She knows you and loves you as much as you mother. Elder sisters are almost like your second mother; and younger, just like your own baby. The fights over stupid things, the complaining to parents, the forcefully hidden love, the “rakhis”, the un-publicized care; it’s something one can never forget. For those who have never had any, we can never experience this for ourselves; and something we will always wish for; someone we will always wish we had.

From adolescence through teenage, youth, middle and then old age; girls to women form a very important part of our lives. Even as children, boys would have more fun with girls. There is something about them, kind of like magnetic field that gives a feeling of completeness. Explaining it is tough. Through teenage, its the phase when boys start noticing things in girls. Girls are no longer just girls. They have changed, from just cute and sweet to beautiful and, well, hot. Post teens and in youth, you now see more than just “hotness”. You actually understand the meaning of love, and find your love. The heavenly bond of marriage shines upon you and once again, role of women changes in your life. You have someone to spend the rest of your life with, someone with whom you can start a family, someone called a wife; someone who is now an inseparable part of your life.

Many people claim they have found their best friends in the opposite sex. At any point of life, girls are more mature than boys of the same age. They are capable of taking much more mature decisions and, many times, the right ones. Till one age, we take advice from our parents, but then its our friends we would go for first. And girls do make really good friends. They understand feelings; at least the closer ones do. And their natural instinct; the women’s sixth sense as some call it; is something we find trustworthy. Some say boys and girls can never be just friends; fine. But girls can be the best of friends one can ever have. Even in matters of love, girls can help you realize what is right and what is wrong; what is best for you. (You may relate it to like “only metal cuts metal” (lol!))

Any day, talking or interacting with women gives some kind of satisfaction; in which way? I don’t know; just an unknown sense of completeness. It may be mom, any of my friends, colleagues or cousins. Something about talking to them completes my day. A sweet voice, speaking mostly of useless stuff, but still giving a kind of good feeling; the gossiping, and childish taunts, the sweetness, the amazing way of finding cute things even in the ugliest of things; every boy would say he hates all this, but, some of us like it. Well you relate it to the “feminine part of men” or something like that.

Mothers, sisters, friends; fine. Then comes a stage in life where you now want someone; to share with, to bond with, to tell everything, to complete you, to love you like no one has. Its youth and now it’s time to find her; your love. It’s again a time when role of women changes; the girl friend phase as some call it. It’s when you want to be with someone; want to spend all the time in the world; someone you want to see when you sleep and when you wake up; someone to complete you; someone you can spend the rest of your life with, someone you want to start a family with, someone with whom you can have kids, raise them, and grow old and spend the rest of your life in the “happily ever after” way. The someone who will love you in happiness and misery; the someone you can always count on; the someone who will always bring happiness in your life; the someone you will always want to make happy; the someone who is your wife, and you her husband; the someone you will always find standing beside you; the someone who will be a better friend than the best of friends, the someone who knows you completely, the someone you know completely. The love between them will not diminish even by death. Finding the perfect “someone” is not in everyone’s destiny and, well, not in everyone’s understanding either.

Women are like the oppositely charged particles that balance men; that neutralize the society. It is women that make life colourful, beautiful and worth living. They are the purest form of God’s beauty and care. And as long as one shall live, women shall continue to be “the better half” of his life.

Life! or Life?

Life? Or Life!

English, the universal language of communication. Forget the 5 vowels and 21 consonants, the punctuation marks themselves can confuse a person. The best example would be the large above words: “Life?” Or “Life!”. A very simple yet highly confusing statement: is life a question, or an exclamation. Should one continuously question life or rather enjoy it? A question whose answer we have been trying to find ever since genesis itself. Why are we here?

Well, speaking of a particular individual, say me myself. I came into existence, not when I came out of my mother’s womb, but maybe the day my mother met my father for the 1st time. Maybe it goes even further; maybe it was when my grandfathers met my grandmothers. We can take it even further; perhaps it was the day universe was born itself.

I would like to take a long period over here. I logically proved that mine, yours and every living thing’s existence on earth is because of the Big Bang! We are here because something came out of nothing. So the question has been to a small extent been answered: How are we here!

Now if we are because of the Big Bang, and well, with due respect to both religious and scientific communities, God or Science selected a very specific moment for time zero, for the creation. It all started once, didn’t it? But why that moment? Why not 100 billion years before or after? Why a very particular moment was chosen to get something out of nothing! God or Science, why?

You might think this is just another author trying to philosophise a very complex thing, but the only way to solve a problem, which I as a science student discovered, is to go by the simplest approach of logically and practically interpreting things. Still confused? Its normal. Consider a very simple problem : 2 + 2 = ? Now we now that 2 + 2 = 4. But if someone asks you to prove it, you can be in a dilemma. In fact you “will” be in a dilemma; this person is asking me to prove 2 + 2 = 4! He’s got to be mad!
We should now come back to the topic of discussion: Life? Or Life!
Let’s take a slight mathematical approach of understanding life. Consider life as a very very complex mathematical equation consisting of algebra, trigonometry, calculus, geometry, in fact all possible mathematics! Now, we all, living as well as non living, make up to be the constants and variables. The equation is guided by some very specific and constantly changing guiding rules: Physics or God depends on your belief. Now if life is a mathematical equation, it has to have a solution, contradict me if I am wrong. Now the thing is, life is not like x=1; it is more like x=1 or x=2 or x=3 ...... . The equation of life has infinite solutions, and you are a part of it. You, me, everything in the universe, forget earth, the universe! We all are continuously changing variables, in accordance with the guiding rules.

Now if life is an equation, it should definitely be “life?”. But the thing is, no one has actually found a single answer! Not a single solution, contradict me again if I am wrong, and enlighten me if I am ignorant. Life IS a question mark.

Now I had previously proved that I am here because the Big Bang took place. But what am I here for? The answer to the question of the present and the future lies in past itself: Why were my parents here? They gave birth to me. It may not necessarily be their prime cause of existence, but it is one of them. In fact the Big Bang took place to give birth to me someday. Now why am I here for, to give birth to someone new, and so on. It doesn’t end with you or me, it is a process continuing till eternity.

Infinity: A word that has seriously confused millions. What is it? Does it even exist? Will it ever be proved?

I had previously discussed about time zero. The moment the clock started ticking. Something came out of nothing. Life started when time changed from zero to some constantly increasing value. Now if it started once, it will, and has to end one day. Infinity is the moment when it all ends. Something will turn into nothing. Everything that has a beginning has an end. It is no Dooms Day like concept, but a very very bitter truth. But hopefully no one knows when Infinity will arrive!

If the reader might race his mind a little bit, a just gave a hint to the existence of life: We are here because it will end one day. “When” is out of the question. The mere existence of life, the only reason which is universal to all of is that we are born to die someday. There may hundreds of things we can do during our life, but the ultimate reason of existence is the End itself! Life then becomes “Life.”(A full stop). A very contradicting statement! But worth thinking over.

You are here because it all started once, it will be because of you that it will end. Everything that one does, every breath, every step you take is taking us one step closer to the end, an end which will take eternity to come.

Now the term “Life!” comes. Life is not only about questions. Some questions are not worth answering! When I declared that it all started because it has to end someday, it has a deeper truth in it. What life is it if it is not “Life!” Now comes a bigger dilemma, is life really all about enjoying?

Life is not the amounts of breaths you take; it is about the moments that take your breath away.

Life? Has an answer, every question has an answer. But you should know the right way to look for it. The end is, as I had previously said, just one of the reasons of existence, the common one. The answer to life, are the other reasons of existence. Love, friendship, brotherhood, dreams, goals, desires. The list is endless.

Let us list some few examples of some great people who changed our lives. Excuse my use of recent examples, for my history is weak. George Washington was just another normal “New World” guy till he realized his existence was to create the “United States of America”. Mahatma Gandhi discovered so when he took up the fight for India’s Freedom. Albert Einstein perhaps realized it when he discovered E=MC2 . Or perhaps when he came to know the nuclear bomb was invented because of it!

One common mistake I have made in the above observations. I have taken it without giving any thoughts that “they” have realized one of the causes of their existence. It is “us” who have realized their cause of existence. A very complicated misunderstanding, isn’t it? They were just living their normal lives, working for a living or an aim or a goal, not to find an answer to “Life?”, They were just living their “Life!”.

It is seriously very complicated. The answer to “Life?” is perhaps “Life!” itself.

Life is thus, the most confusing, complicated, mysterious single word in English. Life is not only about asking questions and finding their answers, it is about living it. We don’t know what lies in the future and perhaps we should exercise our thoughts so much either.

“Life!” doesn’t only mean enjoyment. To some, life is a journey; to some it is a stage(Try to remember the words of Shakespeare on this one). For some it is just another four lettered word, for some, their loved ones. For some their ambitions, for some, Hope.

So, it is up to us, whether we question “Life?” or live a “Life!”. Simple choice yet complicated decision.


Parth Mistry
3rd year mechanical engineering,
S.V.N.I.T. Surat