From Artificial Living to the Art of Living :)

I had heard about the Art of Living when I was in 11th standard.Actually my brother's friend who was preparing for medical exams failed to clear through and went in depression. My father told me k her parents are making her do Art of Living's course. That was the first impression. Simply,its not for NORMAL people like me... :)

Dat time I didnt know k very soon i m goin to be an integral part of AOL n am not goin to stay NORMAL anymore :)

So,then came the Historical day i.e. 26th March 09 when I did my YES!+ (Youth Empowerment Skills) course with Vishal Sir, IIT Delhi pass out and an amazing amazing teacher...Here is his pic

Before doing the course I was pretty sure dat I'll regret later k "Y did I waste so much time that too just before my exams!!!".There was regret...But the feelings were "Oh God !!! Y didnt I do it before? What made me wait for so long??? Was I sleeping all these years???"

N u wont believe but those 7 days of the course were 'THE BEST' days of my life :)

And my life changed beautifully after that.I realised what I actually am.Purpose of my life became more clear.I seriously loved the workshop.In 7 days,I completely changed (for good,surely :) ). I am always Happy now. I always carry a 70mm smile which is a hallmark of the Art of Living :)

So,all the people out there who havent done the Art of Living course...Just do it :)

I dont want u people to regret just like me.... :)

Stop living your life artificially n learn the Art of Living :) ;)

My views about LOVE :)

SO WHEN IS IT CALLED LOVE?


I think I am in love again,

Just as fast as a 'Rajdhani' train,

The amazing desire to live and die,

Life questioning-"I am repeating the same mistake.Why?".

Seconds will be like minutes now,

Minutes will be hours n

hours will be like days,

I know everyone says..

Is it really LOVE?

That really lovely love?

Or is it just very fake?

What the answer is,my mind couldn't make.

Doubtful about my own feelings,

hope it will not end up like the previous dealings,

I turned off the lights,

to keep such thoughts out of my sight.

And then I woke up in my dreams,

and heard my own screams.

Waiting for someone to rescue,

answers to my questions who just knew.

GOD himself then came down,

Wearing a white colored gown,

I flew to him like a little dove,

n asked him "So when is it called LOVE?"

He looked at me and smiled,

His eyes glimmered and shined.

"It is called LOVE when

u dont have to search for an answer anymore,

and u realise dat who loves him is not only u bt ur soul,

u love him not for his bike,

but for those feelings which make u sway like a kite,

u love him for what he is,

and not just for his kiss,

Together- U n He !!!

is not the only thing to be..

'He loves u' is not the condition for u loving him

coz ur love is not fake

n there is nothin u wish to take."

I opened my eyes and heard the cawing of a crow,

"So when is it called LOVE",now I know..