Reflections

Why Arguments?

Sometimes we are in a situation where we have to establish our point of view through arguments not because we feel other is trying to demean us but because we feel what we know and have expertise over is taken other way around by the person.We feel our dignity immediately come in defensive mode and there starts exchange of words which gradually changes into heated arguments.

Argument...Literally means exchange of views esp. heatedly plus for or against the reason. Its a hard fact that everybody is entitled to have his or her views.It's his or her right of expression; the fundamental right. Trouble walks in when we meet someone having difference of opinion.The other person thinks his point of view is right and actually it must be as he has got the solid reasons for arguing for his motion. 
Problem is not to be firm with one's own opinion but uneasiness starts when we condemn other's point of view and forgetting about our own. That is the root of an issue. If we have control and grip on our point of view and if we are sure of what we treasure as knowledge than we'll not argue with others.I can illustrate it with an example. There's an apple tree and if some moron comes and starts claiming it to be a mango tree, will it be? It will remain an apple tree no matter what people say, think or throw at it.
If we understand this simple "argument" our communication with people will get simplified. We'll start smiling at the onset of such situations where arguments will take place. 
Saying "no comments" or simply walk out of the situation is not a cowardice but wisdom. After all "Speech is silver and Silence is gold." And glitter of gold can't be argued upon.
When we allow other person present his point of view with acceptance,

question of argument will never arise. I'm what I am. You are what you are. Adding or subtracting with the help of words will not define us, but how we react surely will.
Choice is entirely yours.You want to be you or be what others want you to be .Ball is in your court always.

Sangeeta Sharma

SOUL TALKS

BABY STEPS TO ELEVATOR
He held the mike for the first time in his hands with his heart pumping very fast and his all concentration centered in his inhibition and self doubt. He assimilated all his oratory powers and gave the best speech ever in the school, for which he still owes and feel gratitude for his motivating and inspiring Hindi teacher, Mrs. Ruchika, who gave him chance to showcase his potential. After that there's no looking back for him. He has traveled baby steps to elevator to reach the zenith.


Making was not so easy. He too stumbled many a times when he didn't get support of circumstances and people. Even his own zeal deceited him while eyeing the fish eye. Than his tongue became his best friend. In odds his golden words hugged him like a mentor. His passion of addressing held the  fingers of his determination like a mother giving warm protection to her child. He  started walking steady and with wisdom.

When home had no roof, warmth had no cosines, friends' trust was merely a mistrust and love of relatives had lost its colors, he decided to empower his strength to be the best. Yes, he is the best.....applauded everyone when he visited Pakistan for international MUN event. Thunderous applaud perched in his pigmy compassionate chest when he started preparing, mentoring and organizing MUN event in his own school , where he had first looked straight into those 1600 eyes and hypnotized everyone including some who were not very sure of he being he. 

In the times when his besties had opposed him and mocked him, he got shattered and felt alone, life kept balance for him to walk with self trust. He started planning running to flying.There in his shell the caterpillar started taking its metamorphosis into butterfly. Like an elephant he started walking very subtle and not paying any heed to words of discouragement in his ears. The only point he was seeing was his success in the world of orators.  

He wants to be rich not because he wants to have treasure but because he wants his sister to be a doctor and wants to be in that abandoned house which he left to be what he is now and wants to be in future. He dreams to house all happiness and joy for his family from whom he's been away ever since  he was 12. Tiny innocent child still is alive in his hopes, though he grew so old and mature in his childhood. 

Amrit Khatri, a student of Ramjas college might not be a name for so many but those who know him know that he is going to write his story of success page  by page and one day a complete book to read for others to name him in their appreciations and in vouching him for shining through his struggle.

He has a long way to go and he is covering the distance with stick of his optimism, positivity and passion. Time anticipates his glint from baby steps to elevator. He is holding the pen of his story to put a full stop and he knows when that would be.

We, all his well wishers, offer him nothing but our smiles straight from our hearts. Smiles that mean encouragement and trust in his abilities and the feel that we are proud of him.                      

Amrit: Nectar.......Live unto thy name....Timeless, boundless and Immortal.



Sangeeta Sharma