Attitude cool

When Sun goes down star come up,..one More beautiful  masterpiece written by my friend shruti talnikar . C is passionate writer and with her hard work nd determination she given soo many poem & article..and in actual meaning they are being helpful to  soo many people.for her treasure ..https://shruti14.wordpress.com/.

.Empty streets, abandoned ways

M out of my house cool like a stray

People may claim, people may blame

Now I dnt care cz m not the same

I live for fame yeah just fame

Attitude cool… never can be tamed!

Hey u out there, don’t u dare!

Keep your eyes down, I hate that stare!

Frenz shoot out all blocks

Time to give some shocks

& everybody here, wants to know my

name

Attitude cool… never can b tamed!

Yo attitude cool… never can be tamed!

WHY IS THE CHILD IN HANDS OF THE BEGGARS ALWAYS

SLEEPING???????

Everyone plz Read it once...

M not the owner of this blog..&reality is,this owner is the one whom I hate most....But still there is something about his blog compelled me to  publish this blog.....heart touching is u have..😐

"Why is sleeping child in the hands of beggars? Have you
ever wondered ... "
This article I read a few months ago. Who is the author of, I
don't know.
Please read…..
""Near the metro station sits a woman of uncertain age.
Women’s hair
is confused and dirty, her head bowed in grief.
The woman sits on the dirty floor and next to her lies a bag.
In that bag
people throw money. On the hands of a woman, asleep, is a
two year old baby. He's in a dirty hat and dirty clothes.
“Madonna with baby” - numerous passers-by will donate
money. The people of our kind- we always feel sorry for less
fortunate. We are ready to give unfortunate people the last
shirt, the last penny out of your pocket and never think
another issue.
Helping, seems like. “Good job done”...
I walked past a beggar for a month. Did not give any
money, as I knew that this is a gang operated scam and
money collected by the beggar will be given to whoever
controls beggars in the area. Those people own numerous
luxury properties and cars.
Oh and beggar also gets something, of course “ A bottle of
vodka in the evening and a döner kebab”.
A month later, walking past the beggars, as shock, it
suddenly
hit me….
I'm staying at a busy crossing, stared at the baby, dressed
as always- dirty track suit. I realized that it
seemed "wrong", finding a child in a dirty underground
station from morning to evening.
The baby slept. Never sobbed or screamed, always asleep,
burying his face in the knee of a woman who was his MUM.
Do any of you, dear readers, have children? Remember how
often they
slept at the age of 1-2-3 years? Hour two, maximum three
(not consecutive)
afternoon nap, and again – movement. For the whole
month, every day of my
walking in the underground, I've never seen a child awake! I
looked
at the tiny little man, with his face buried in the knee of his
mother, then at the beggar, and my
suspicion was gradually formed.
– Why he sleeps all the time? I asked, staring at the baby.
The beggar pretended not to hear me. She lowered her eyes
and
hid her face in the collar of her shabby jacket. I repeated the
question. The woman again
looked up. She looked somewhere behind my back, tired
with utter irritation. Her look was similar to the creatures
from a different planet.
-F **k off ... her lips murmured.
-Why is he asleep?! I almost cried ...
Behind me someone put his hand on my shoulder. I looked
back. A some old man was looking at me disapprovingly:
– What do you want from her? Can’t you see how hard
she’s got it in her life… Eh …
He gets some coins from his pocket and throws them in the
beggar’s bag.
Beggar made a hand wave of a cross, portraying the face of
humility and universal
grief. The guy removed his hand from my shoulder and
strolled out of the underground station.
I bet, at home, he will tell how he defended poor, distraught
woman from a soulless man in a tube station.
Next day I called a friend. It was a funny man with eyes like
olives Romanian nationality. He only managed to complete
three and a half years of education. The complete lack of
education does not prevent him from moving around the
City streets on very expensive foreign cars and live in a
“small” house with countless number of windows and
balconies. From my friend I managed to find out that this
business, despite the apparent
spontaneity, clearly organized. Its supervised by begging
organized crime rings. The children used are in "rent"
from families of alcoholics, or simply stolen.
I needed to get the answer to the question – why is the
baby sleeping? And I received it. My friend Gypsy said the
phrase, completely ordinary with calm voice that twisted me
in shock, just like he was talking about weather report:
-They are on heroin, or vodka ...
I was dumbfounded. "Who is on heroin? Whom – under
vodka?! "
He answered
-The Child, so he doesn’t scream. The women will be sitting
whole day with him, imagine how he might get bored?

In order to make the baby slept the whole day, it pumped up
with vodka or drugs. Of course, children's bodies are not
able to cope with such a shock. And children often die. The
most terrible thing – sometimes children die
during the "working day". And imaginary mother must hold
another dead child on her hands until the evening. These
are the rules. And the by passers-by will throw some money
in the bag, and believe that they are moral. Helping
"mother alone" …
… The next day I was walking near the same underground
station. I stocked up journalistic identity, and was ready for
a serious conversation. But the conversation didn't work
out. But turned out the following ...
A woman was sitting on the floor and in her hands she was
holding a child. I asked her a question about the documents
on the child, and, most importantly, where was yesterday's
kid, which she simply ignored.
My questions were not ignored by passers-by. I was told
that I was out of my mind screaming at poor beggar with a
child. All in all, I was escorted out of the tube station in
disgrace. One thing remained was to call the police. When
police arrived, beggar with the baby disappeared. I stood
with a full sense of - “I'm trying to fight windmills”.
When you see in the subway, on the street whether women
with children,
begging, think before your hand climb for money. Think
about that, if it wasn't for your hundreds of thousands of
handouts, the business like this would have died. The
business would die and not the children-inflated with vodka
or
drugs. Do not look at the sleeping child with affection. See
horror… Since you're reading this article, you know now-
why the child is sleeping in beggars hands.
















with vodka or drugs.

Life:behind a simple smile hides series of pain

Life a simple word but it is most difficult to understand.everyone have different aspect about it...But I think it is most precious,beautiful thing god gifted us.here is beautiful Poem  on life 

કેટલાક સંબંધો👌✌

જીવન સાથે વણાઈ જાય છે,

કેટલીક યાદો

સ્વપ્ન બની ને રહી જાય છે,

લાખો મુસાફિર પસાર થઇ જાય તો પણ,

'કોઈકના' પગલા

કાયમ માટે યાદ રહી જાય છે!!

ઝીંદગી મળવી એ નસીબની વાત છે

મોત મળવું એ સમયની વાત છે

પણ મોત પછી પણ

કોઈના દિલમાં જીવતા રેહવું

એ ઝીંદગીમાં કરેલા કર્મની વાત છે..

પાનખરમાં વસંત થવું મને ગમે છે,

યાદોની વર્ષામાં ભીંજાવું મને ગમે છે,

આંખ ભીની તો કાયમ રહે છે,

તો પણ કોઈના માટે હસતા રહેવું ગમે છે.

મોકલું છું મીઠીયાદ

ક્યાંક સાચવી રાખજો,

મિત્રો હમેશા અમૂલ્ય છે યાદ રાખજો,

તડકામાં છાયો

ના લાવી શકે તો કંઈ નહિ,

ખુલા પગે તમારી સાથે ચાલશે

એ જ યાદ રાખજો.

જીવનમાં સમયની સાથે ચાલવું પડે છે,

જે નામંજુર હોય તે જ કરવું પડે છે,

રોવાનો અધિકાર પણ

નથી આપતું આ જગત,

ક્યારેક લોકોને બતાવવા માટે

હસવું પણ પડે છે. .

આંસુ સુકાયા પછી જે મળવા આવે...

એ "સંબંધ છે", ને...

આંસુ પહેલા મળવા આવે....,

એ પ્રેમ છે

દરેક ઘર નું સરનામું તો હોય...પણ....

... ગમતા સરનામે ઘર બની જાય.....

એ જીવન છે...!!

Life goes on..

Life a simple word but says lots of Things.thousand of birth less to  understand it completely.so instead of waste time on understanding it ,enjoy the life.😊for that

One more stunning ,beautiful poem on life written by shruti dii....in real meaning it is masterpiece.it helps u to actualize ur perception about life.

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Stop visiting the pages of past
Convince yourself not all things last
Dear not all problems blow a horn
But say it to yourself- Life goes on !

Leak yourself from the rushing crowd
Scream away your worries-shout it loud!
& when you know they're gone,
Say it to yourself- Life goes on !

Many reasons to cry, many reasons to Smile :)
Why should You quit only because of that one mile?
Hold on to happiness since ages that you've won
Say it to yourself- LIFE GOES ON !!

Aggressive State of

Unknownness

(This is the one of finest blog I have ever found....it's not because I m victimized always with such condition..but it is the blog itself mesmerized me.....May be u to can experience the magic....just read it once .....I m grateful to the shruti dii for writing such inspiring blog......for more blog.visit...http://www.heavenlyvibes.blogspot.com

Amongst our daily life experiences, we come

across situations when we get unduly upset or

frustrated. We tend to lose our temper so easily

on silly things. No matter how hard your friends

try to cheer you up, your face still reflects

gloom. A state of confusion it is. After

everything when we try to find the root cause of

this causal chain, we find none!

Preeti was a second year college student. A girl

with a very subtle nature which was mirrored

by her decency. She rarely gave off her cool

composure. Even if circumstances attempted to

test her patience, it was unlikely for her to

distort her state of mind. But after all time

comes for all with all sorts of surprises & thrills.

Apart from this, she had passion for sketching.

She liked being engaged in some or the other

things she loved. Not that she was obsessed with

work; she had a balanced life where she equally

dedicated time for recreation, fun & family.

It was a lazy Sunday. She woke up late and with

regrets of having ruined the plans she had for

the day. She thought of changing her mind &

convinced herself to stay indoors. While walking

around the room she was just thinking of how

to remake her day when her eyes fell on her

favourite comics collection. The train of running

thoughts suddenly came to halt. She decided to

read a few comics and then plan for the rest of

the day.

Hours passed by, preeti remained oblivious of

the clock that ticked. She had completed almost

four of the comics back to back. It was when her

phone rang, she realised that it was half past 12

in the noon. It was not too late that her face

showed some signs of distress. After her lunch

she did not feel like doing anything. Her

afternoon passed indolently. In the evening

when she woke up she found herself irksome.

She was getting bothered even by the normal

behaviour of others. She thought of diverting

her mind by giving some time for sketching but

she was not able to focus her mind. She started

mulling about why she was not able to

concentrate on the thing she loved. Was it that

she was losing interests or was it related to her

skills? Lots & lots of thoughts building up from

nowhere. After all tries she sat down & tried to

combat this change of her behaviour. She

wanted to peer through these disturbing tides

and find out the reason why this was happening

with her.

We all know that we get disappointed when

things don’t go according to our plans/ wishes.

We mess up our thoughts and get lost in

searching for that one thought that had left such

an effect on us. WE console ourselves saying

“Dude, it’s okay, its normal.”But our brain

refuses what our heart already knows!

The solution first asks you to CALM down.

Meditate or listen some soothing music. Yes I

know the problem doesn’t get solved here, but

almost 30-40% of this trouble dissolves right

here! You are upset and for sure there’s a

reason behind it. In Preeti’s case the reason

behind her frustration was that she did not

spend her day as planned. Though the patient

side of hers tried to soothe her she was unable

to gain control over the situation.

Friends, it’s not possible to always have things

as expected. All frustrations are self-induced.

The outside world can invite us to get upset, but

we ultimately accept the invitation. We cannot

change the way things gonna be. But of course

we can change the way we REACT. If things do

not go well, fine! Remember the control system

is with us. Day & plans ruined? Make new plans

and add more fun.

Think of alternatives. Look for more chances.

Do what makes you happy.

Shift your attention towards the things you love.

Time gone cannot be brought back. But what

you make out of your life now and on is

definitely under your control and will. Make the

best of it.

Smile!