One Black Night

My heart was almost thumping. It was about to bump out of my body. All my effort to make it calm was just a waste. It’s just that I was managing to walk, not properly though. My legs were walking but heart was saying to fly out from this place as soon as possible.  But nothing was in control. Neither my feet nor the heart. Everything was racing. Everything seems to be breaking.

Was it true what I just saw? Or, it was just a dream? No answer I had. I didn’t even want to turn and confirm what it was. Nor I had that much of energy left in me to do so.

Better it was a dream, if it was. Otherwise I could have broken into pieces and fell down on the same road. I pinched myself to confirm this time. No. I wasn’t sleeping. This was not just a dream. I was in all senses but still senseless. My eyes were open but it was dark all over. I was walking. No, I was almost running on that empty dark road. All scared of loosing myself. Scared of loosing my life. I didn’t want to loose it anyway.

I heard it again. The same voice shouted my name again. I felt like the foot steps were coming nearer with every passing second. And this was the heights of my patience. It broke and I felt like someone has taken away every drop of blood from my body. My legs refused to walk. My heart forgot to beat. I got freeze. I am no more, I thought. May be the last thought of my life it was. I was almost dead when I felt a hand on my shoulder. And the same voice again. I fell down and lost my sense.

When next I opened it. I found myself in bed. I was in my bed and she was there in front of me. My friend sikha she was. A lot of make up was there on her face which was making her presentable at least.

She said she got me last night from the road. Wait! Was that she? I got scared of her or the ghost? May be she was? Anyway without makeup she was not less than a ghost. I felt to laugh on my own stupidity. But I didn’t do it. I looked at her again and remembered the last night. A smile ran over my face.

One night with her.

It Was dark all over. Just few street lights were making the things visible. I saw her in that hazy  light while returning from work. She was almost naked. She was in blood. Some vehicle must have run through her, I thought. I ran to her to check whether she is dead or alive. Luckily she was still alive. Just few scraches and small wounds created by the accident were visible. But she was senseless.
I thought to leave her alone. But I don't know why, I picked her up in my arms and walked towards my home. May be it was the result of my kind hearted personality. She needed help and I was going to help her out. She was not to heavy to walk with.
Anyway, we reached my home. As I was alone there, so no one was there to ask a question. I put her on my bed. I cleaned her wounds and applied some antiseptics. She was feeling better I guess. She opened her eyes and got scared seeing me. But soon she got relaxed.
She was feeling weak. I fed her. And I too had dinner. She was feeling sleepy and me too. So we made ourselves comfortable on sofa and bed each. In the morning I will leave her, I thought.
I Was in the dark sleep when I felt something beside me. It was very soft and silky. I got up and switched on the light. She was there, just beside me. Cool and calm face and relaxed body. She was looking beautiful. I didn't want to disturb her and we spent the night on the same bed and in the same blanket.
In the morning, she was all over me. Humping and jumping on the bed. Running from the One corner to other. Making noise in her own style. The morning seemed a little different. At least someone was there to greet me. I looked at her again. She was looking cute. Not a bad company she was, I thought. I dropped the plan to leave her.
You know what, she still lives with me. And I call her 'salty'. Yes, she liked the new name. We are having fun time with each other.
Now she always greets me with a bad 'myau' when I get back from office everyday. And I take her into my arms and kiss her. Beautiful life has become.

    Kundan vidyarthy.

He Faked, I broke...

He said, he loved me. He said, he can’t live without me. He said, I am his life. And I believed each and every word he said. I trusted him more than I trusted myself.

He was not just any other guy around me. he was special. He became special at the very moment I saw him first. He took my heart away. A guy who uses spectacles. A sweet looking charming and handsome guy. And as sweet his name was. Rishi. Rishi mukherjee. I started dreaming to be Mrs. Mukherjee at the very moment we met first.

It was the luckiest day of my life when he proposed me. I accepted his proposal without giving it any second thought. I was feeling to fly. I was the happiest girl on the planet I guess. We had some fantastic moments together. I always felt proud to be with him. Time passed and when our relationship completed one year, I didn’t know. The most beautiful year of my life it was.

But I didn’t know that dreaming about him was the biggest mistake of my life. I didn’t know that my life was going to change soon. I never thought that I was going to regret those beautiful moments.

One fine morning he called me. It was not the usual call. He was looking upset. I asked that why he was upset. He answered and I was socked with his answer. He was almost crying. He said that his mother got an accident and she is no more with us.  He has to go back to his home town. I also felt to cry after the news. I asked him to let me come with him. He denied. And I didn’t force him. He was going through the bad phase of his life. I said him that I am always with him.

He went. He went with a promise that he will be back soon.

Time passed and I waited for him. Days and months passed but he didn’t come back. Whenever I asked him, he said that he will be back soon. I trusted him again. Slowly and steadily as time passed, he started neglecting me. he started ignoring my phone calls. And still I thought that he is in a problem. I waited for the day when he will solve the problems and come back to me.

One morning, when I called, a lady received the call. She said, she is his mother. I was socked. I couldn’t hold the phone and it slid down on the floor. It broke and my heart too broke into pieces. I didn’t had energy left to ask any question to the lady. I was feeling like someone has got every drop of blood out from my body. I cried. I shouted. But no one was there to hear my pain. It was hard to believe but it was the truth.

I was not crying because his mom was still alive. I was crying because he faked the death of his own mother. If he didn’t want to carry up the relationship, he could have told me. It could have been a little difficult but still I could have been respected his decision. There was no need to tell such a lie. I was feeling cheated for the first time.

He never called me again. Whenever I called, he rejected it. Very soon he changed his number. It took me long time to accept the fact that he played with me. He faked every time. He played with my heart like any other game.

Today, when I look back, I feel very sorry for myself. I was a fool that I trusted him blindly. I let him play with my emotions.

Now the situation is, I loved him, he never did. I am living without him, he was never with me. I cared for him but he played. Sometimes, when past memories flashes in my mind, I feels to cry. Not because he hurt me but because I trusted him.

                                                                                      

                                                                                         Kundan Vidyarthy

The Unsent Letters

24^th April was a very important day in my life. This was the day when my mom and dad got married 25 years ago. And I have seen, their love for each other have only grown with each passing day. They were the perfect couple according to me. And I have a perfect family.

This was 23^rd of April and still didn’t have any idea about the gift. It was for the first time I was planning for a gift to make the day special for him in last 17 years. My sister was there to help me but I couldn’t like any of her ideas. And now I was on my own to decide.

In these tough decision making moments, I reached the study of my dad. It was the place where I was not allowed more often. But today was different. No one was home. So I was free to walk around the home anywhere. I started to search the study. May be I get something or some idea. And in the process, I got something. Something very unusual and very old.

These were the letters. Letters full of love and emotions. Letters full of care and restless moments. And as I know, it was the handwriting of Dad. But for whom he wrote it. There was no name on any of the letters. I was surprised to know that he loved someone so much in his college days. He was a lover boy. But who was the lucky girl. No, it can’t be mom coz she is almost 5 years younger than Dad. There were a lot of questions going through my mind. The answers were only with dad or may be with his friends.

Anyway, I was there for the gift idea which I didn’t get. I took those letters and got out of the study room. Wait! Can these letters turn to be a good gift? No. It can’t. So what next? But still I was curious to know the name. The name which was the Favorite name for my Dad in his younger days.  Its not fare yaar. According to the letters, he couldn’t share hi feelings to the girl. It must reach to that girl, I thought. Now after 25 years, actually it doesn’t mean anything. But at least we must know the name of the lucky girl. Dad should share the story to us. My not so mature mind had a plan.

“Hey guys, It’s a very special day for my family. And today I have something special for you all.” I said. Not much people were present as it was a family gathering. Our family, some of the relatives and friends were only present there.

Everyone looked at me.

“Yes guys, I have some letters in my pocket. These are not just the letters but a heart of the lover boy. A boy who loved but couldn’t get it. He pour the heart out on these few blank papers but couldn’t send it to the girl whom he loved. Almost after 27 years those unsent letters are with his son and this time the wants to know the name of that lucky girl.” I said again. Everyone had a surprising look on their faces. Especially dad and mom. My sister was a part of the plan.

“And that lover boy is present in this party. What say dad…?” it was my sister who took me over.

Now the attentions were on Dad’s face. And he had the expression like he doesn’t know anything.

“You can’t lie Dad. We have the letters and it’s your handwriting? So tell us everything, and first thing first, the name?” she continued.

“Yes Ravi, I agree with the Rahul and Rimi. You have to tell it Please….” Mom smiled and said.

“Okay…..” Finally Dad got up. He held the hands of mom and started saying.

“Its almost 28 years old story. I saw a very pretty and simple girl and fell in love with her. Though I was very senior to her but still her presence around me was enough to increase my heartbeat. Her one smile was enough to let me forget all my pain. Days passed, years passed but I couldn’t tell her about my feelings. Though I was an intelligent boy but in front of her I was the dumbest. Just because I was not sure of her feelings, I couldn’t say it. I wrote many letters but never sent any of them. And then one day…..” he stopped and looked into the eyes of mom. She was smiling. A smile which I couldn’t understand.

“Then what……” lot of voices said in chorus. I was one of them.

“And one day Neena told me. She told me that that girl also loves me. she told me that she loves me very much.”

“Then…?”

“Then what? Then we got married and soon we had two dumbest kids in our life. You duffers….” Mom said this time. And everyone started laughing, including me.

I gave the letter to the one whom it belonged. I handed all the letters to mom. She read it. She smiled and cried at the same time. And dad wiped the tears out like always.  

I was the happiest person right now. Because Dad was always with the love of his life. Because they loves each other so much. And because I was their son.

But some people are there who are not lucky to spend their life with their loved ones. Many people are around who couldn’t share their feelings to the one they loved. For them just one advice, Say it if you are in love. May be you are the next lucky person like my mom and dad.

It was the story of Rahul and his family. Let see, how lucky I am going to be in my life……!!!!                                                                                                        

Valentines and My Heart Broke Again

I couldn't sleep whole night. I was waiting for a beautiful morning to arrive. The morning for which the whole world was waiting. The morning of Love. The morning of Valentines.
I was very excited. I was going to share my feelings with the one I loved. I spent all night in eyes to meet him. It was hard to wait now. I was standing there under the beautiful moon. I didn't care coldness or the Rain. I didn't care that the dew will make me wet. The excitement to meet him never let me think about anything else.
Finally it arrived. The beautiful morning. I was still feeling fresh, just like the beautiful morning. The whole environment was singing the song of love. Everyone was dancing on the tune of love. And so was I. He must be arriving, I thought. I was unable to control my excitement. My legs were dancing like never before. I was feeling to fly. Some moments more and I will be in his arms, I thought. Kissing, Hugging and making love. It was going to be the best day of my life.
I saw him. He was almost flying to me. I too wanted to run to him but my excitement couldn't let me move my legs. I kept watching him. I was trying to hold my excitement. He stopped in front of me. Our eyes met again. I could see the love in his eyes for me. I was feeling overwhelmed. I couldn't stop my arms to strech for him. I wanted to welcome him with a hug.
But it couldn't happen. I couldn't even touch him. Another unknown hand came from nowhere and dragged me with him. He was taking me far away from my love. I begged. I shouted. And I cried. I wanted help. But no one could understand my pain. No one turned to help me. I was forced to move with the enemy of my love.
My love was no more visible. I was tired of crying and shouting. I turned to the one who was the responsible for my situation. He was looking very happy, just like I was excited some moments ago. He was looking at me and smiling. I forgot my pain when I saw his smile. A smile ran over my dry lips. At least I could make someone happy. My sacrifice was not a waste. He was happy because he could get me. This thought was enough to fill my body with energy. I was happy again. I was feeling proud that he was holding my hand. I was feeling secured in his safe hands.
I was still looking in his beautiful eyes when he came down on his knees. He didn't left my hand and dragged me just in front of him. His head was bending and eyes were on earth. Oh My god! Was he going to propose me? Excitement ran over my face again. I won't mind accepting his proposal, I thought.
                                        "I Love You. I Love You Very Very Much."
And he said it. The three magical words. My face was going red. I looked up in the sky and thanked the god for such a beautiful moment. I was just about to say a "yes" to my admirer when another hand almost snatched my hand from him. I turned my head back. There was she, a pretty beautiful girl in front of me. Soon their lips were kissing each other. My heart broke again. I wanted to run away but was forced to stop there. The girl was still holding my hand. I put my head on his shoulder and cried again. Cried for my heart and shouted to god. I almost cursed the boy and the god too. I was forced to sacrifice once again.
Somehow I managed to control myself. We were walking on the street. Me, the boy and the girl. I had to put a smile on my lips and the reason was they both were happy at the moment.
Suddenly I felt some pain in my body. I felt like my body is getting torn. I looked up. Her cruel fingers were tearing my body into parts. Each and every part was falling here and there. Her fingers were wet with my blood but still she was liking it. I was shouting again but she didn't stop. She kept tearing me. I had to give up finally. I stopped shouting. Why God? I looked up in the sky. Why every time I had to pay? I sacrificed and you this is the what I got in return? But god was not answering like everytime.
Sometimes they break me in various parts. Sometimes I find myself in the dustbin at the end of the day. and sometime they crash me under their boot. Is this what I am destined to. Growing up between the thorns and ending my life this way. I always tried to make them happy. I always spread happiness. And this is what I get. Every thing was silent and the last part of my body was sliding from her fingers.

I hate you mom.

I was standing there in my balcony. Looking up in the sky. Everything was covered with the darkness of the night. But sky was still looking beautiful. Full of twinkling stars. Its always a good experience for me to vision a great sight. A happy experience always.
But tonight it was different. I was in a loss that can't be filled by anything. More than me it was my five year old daughter I was worried about. She was most affected by this event. We lost what we were in need of.
I was trying to find something in those twinkling stars. No, I couldn't, but there was still a hope which was keeping my eyes open. May be my life is breathing in there, I thought. May be the sentence 'Our dear ones always keep an eye on us and become star after death' is right.
"Dad. What you looking for?" I looked down. My Rockstar was holding my hand. Her eyes were sad. Always smiling girl was quite like never before.
"Hey my little angel, had your dinner?"
"No, I am not hungry. Why didn't you had your dinner?" she said in her cute but sad voice. I took her up in my arms.
"Dad is not feeling to eat baby but you must not forget to dine."
"Missing mom. Do you." her words went tearing my heart. I nodded. Of course I was missing my wife but more than that I was missing the mother of my daughter. I couldn't find anything funny to make my Rockstar smile. Got busy finding the faces.
"Wanna meet mom?" I broke the silence. She looked in my eyes with some hope.
"But mom is not here with us?" she said with the same sad tone.
"But we can see her"
"Really??"
"Look up there in the sky. You see that star" I pointed towards the star which was looking lonely without any other around it.
"Yes...."
"That's your mom. She is smiling. Say hi to mom."
She looked there for a moment. May be she was confirming it. She Got down from my arms and walked some little steps to the corner.
"You won't come na. Okay. If you cant walk back from there to me soon then me too can't see you smiling there. I won't talk to you. I hate you. I hate you mom" I was in sock after listening this from a five year old. Forgot to react. She ran away from the balcony.
That was the day and this is the day after almost twenty years. My little grown up angel was getting married tonight.
The girl who hated stars all her life was standing at the same place looking up in the sky today. I walked to her. She looked at me. She was crying. I wiped her visible tears and she broke in my arms.
"I hate her dad. I hate mom" again the same words I heard between the cries. I felt someone is tearing my heart out again. I wish I could get her mom back once. I wish god allow her mom to walk back once to her daughter.

Bete ka dil.

Yun to main har subah jaldi uth jaata hu par aaj merI neend zara Der se khuli. Ya yun keh lijiye ki 4 ghante Der khuli. Main Av nityakarmo se nivrit ho, snan kar ke baahar nikla hi tha ki kisi ki aawaj Aai. Saayad wo daakiya tha. Main Thora achambhit sa ho gaya. Aaj ke jamaane me daakiya aur wo v chithhi lekar. Ye to kamal hi hk gaya. Us se v aascharya mujhe iss baat pe hua k iss phone aur mails ke jamaane me mere aise kaun se chahne waale ho gaye jinhone mujhe chithhi bheji hai. Koi baat nahi Pehle chithhi to le lu fir pata to chalna hi hai us subhchintak ke baare me.
Main baahar nikla to daakiya babu aaram se kursi pe baith kar akhbaar ka aanand le rahe the jaise ki ye unka hi ghar ho aur unhe kuchh kaam bacha na ho karne ke liye. Namastey daak babu, bare din baad dikhe aap to kabhi humari v khoj khabar v le liya karo, Maine puchha. Aur unka jawab v kuchh jana pehchana sa hi tha, aajkal chithhiya kaun bhejta hai sharma ji. Daftar me kaam nai to jaana aana v kam hi rehta hai. Sach v to tha,  iss chhote se Gaon ka daakghar kaha kaam me aata hai kisi ke. Wahan to log baith ke patte khela karte hain. Iss aadhunikta ne kuchh chijo ko to mitane ki hi thaan li ho jaise.
Maine un mahasay se wo apni chithhi le li Lekin dekha to wo kuchh purani si lagi par likhawat kuchh jaani pehchani si. Ye chithhi aapko kaha se mil gayi, Maine daak babu se puchhh hi liya. Kya batau bhai saahab, diwali aa rahi haI so aaj Daftar ki saaf safaai me laga tha aur ye aapke naam ki chithhi mujhe mil gayi. Socha ke aapko pahucha v dunga aur isi bahaane aspse mil v lunga aur main daura chala aaya. Unka jawab mujhe raas naa aaya, log sahi karte hain ab daak ka istemaal nahi karte hain. Kam se kam khabar to beech me kisi ki laparwahi ki wajah se nahi atak jaati. Gussa kar ke koi fayada v nahI tha. Maine aaram se chithi kholi, likhawat mere bade bete sanjay ki thi. Main us chithhi ko padhta chala gaya. Padhte padhte meri aankhe bhar aayi. Saayad wo paschataap ke aansu the. Saayad main apne khun ko kabhi samajh hi nahi paaya, iss baat ka dukh tha ya aakrosh ki ab main kuchh nahi kar sakta. Mujhe aaj bhi yaad hai jab saat saal Pehle Maine uski Saadi ki thi aur wo bina koi sawal Kiev meri baat Maana baitha tha Lekin kuchh udaas sa. Uski hansi kahi gayab si ho gayi thi. Kaas main uski udaasi ki wajah jaan pata uss din to aaj sab khus hote aur wo v Muskuraati raha hota. Kaas ye baat mujhe Pehle pata chal jaati ki mere bete ki khusi kisi aur me hai to main uski Saadi jarur uski pasand ki Larki se karwa deta. Usne to mujhe bas ek baar us Larki se milne ko kaha tha Lekin Main ye v na kar saka . Kaise karta, ye kambakht chithhi Jo aaj mili hai mujhe. Chhoti si galti jiski saja wo av v bhugat raha hai. Bina sikayat ke jiye jaa raha hai. Ab ho bhi kya sakta hai. Iss baat ko to saat saal beet chuke hain.
Mujhe ji bhar ke Khud ko kosne ko ji chaah raha tha.mujhe gussa aa raha tha, Khud pe ya daakiye pe ya sanjay pe, main ye tak samajh nahI paa raha tha. Kaas Usne ek baar kaha hota, kehta kaise ?Usne aaj tak mujhse sar uthakar baat bhi ki hai kya. Saari galti meri hi hai aur kuchh iss nikammi Dak vibhag ki bhi.
Aap ro rahe hai sharma ji, aisa kya hai iss chithhi me, daak babu ne puchha. Mujhe jawab sujha nahi. Maine Socha kuchh Der tak aur kaha ' ye ek bete ka dil hai Jo ek baap kabhi samajh naa paaya.' daak babu bas mujhe dekhte reh gaye.

The lonely caravan

Once there was a caravans. Many people were there in that caravan. Of different age groups. Heading on an empty road. Very calm that caravan was. No one was talking like no one knows how to talk. All were sad. All in a sad caravan that was with a pin drop silence in there. Marching ahead leaving the traces of their tears. A very unique caravan.
This was not a usual one, had a history behind it. Once a lonely person stepped up on this empty road, leaving all his people who never cared for him. He was sad coz he was leaving them. And crying because no one tried to stop him. He kept walking. Soon another lonely person stepped on the same path and joined him. But no one spoke to each other, they were so sad. Thus one by one lonely people joined and thus formed the caravan. To say they were walking in a caravan but actually they were still alone with their own thoughts.
After a long journey on the same path they saw a young boy is coming from the other end. He was looking happy. How can he be so happy alone, they thought. The boy stopped near them and asked that where are they going. We don't know, one of them said. Where the path will take us, another answered. The happy looking boy adviced them not to go ahead coz the path has no end and they will get tired walking. He asked them to come with him.
They rejected the offer and asked why he was happy. The boy smiled again and answered,"I was also a lonely person while I was going on this path. I got tired and stopped at a place Under a big tree. I saw a bird sitting on the branch of that tree. Soon another one joined him from other tree and they flew away together. I thought that I am not the only who is hurt. I am not the only who alone. Many like me there in this world. So if birds can do this why we can't. Why we lonely people cant get together and be happy making our own world. So I got back to find sad and lonely people and spread some smiles. But why you all looking so sad." he finished asking another question.
The caravan people were surprised. They thought that they are so many and still not happy. They felt fool. They were Impressed with the boy. They joined the boy in making another happy world.
Now the caravan was moving back with one more people. They were smiling now. They were heading towards a new future to spread some smile.
N. A: never think that you are alone, there are many like you. So always find the reason to be happy. And spread smiles over the lips which think they are alone.

And I resigned.

Destiny, some people don't believe in such words and some do. But sometimes or the other destiny play such games that we have to walk on the which destiny chose for us anyway.
I never believed that such things exist in this busy competitive world. I always did what was decided by some people. I never had a choice to listen to my heart or to think by myself. In school days always busy with the classes and the books. A boring kid I was who never played, never talked, never smiled may be. And to girls, never gave them a look. I was afraid of them may be.
All the hard work with books paid of and I got another four years to spent with books and experimentation in IIT. Result favored me and I was getting a six digit salary from an MNC. I was getting everything for which a middle class Indian wish for. But something very important was missing in my life. The smile, I forgot when I laughed last time. I was still a boring person. A person without a friend and time for the family. Always got complaint from mom dad and my younger sister. I never had a time for them to talk and to sit with them. Can't help me anyway. 14 hours of work almost. And after such a tiring day less energy to do some other things. I was having a life of slave.
I never dreamt. Never had a goal in my life. I just carried on doing what I was said. Good grades for good salary. Never got time for myself. I kept on working and achieving for the company without any complaint.  But I was certainly not enjoying it.
32 years of age and not any attended party in my list. A lot of times thought to run away from everything and live a life the way I want to but I was not that lucky to listen my heart. I was tired from this life. The life in which I always missed. I was just alive nOt living.
One morning I got a bit early for my office, left the car at home. On the way , I saw a happy couple. I wished a life like that. I wished that some one loves me and always be by my side. I saw some kids playing. I never did that. I was getting jealous of those kids. Every little thing was laughing on me I felt. Every one was making a joke on me.
Why I can't be the part of this smiling world. Why i cant be happy. Why can't I Do something for myself. Why cant i have some friends. Why can't i spent time with my loving family.
I decide for the first time. Just for myself. I listened to my heart for the first time. I wrote a letter and reached my office, first time I was late. Directly went to the boss' cabin. Before he could scold me for coming late, I placed the letter on his desk. That was my resignation. I got out of the office feeling a lot better.
There are a lot of people who dont get a chance to smile for some or the other reason. I made my goal to spread some smile. To make some people happy. I wanted to learn how to live a life.
I smiled and put a step forward towards the happiness.

AIMLESS YOUTH

Saket was getting bored of surfing through the net and reading the novels. So he decided to watch the television and he started navigating through the channels. Suddenly he stopped at channel; Wake up Sid was coming on that channel. And he thought he should watch that movie just for time pass.

   As the movie was going, he started associated himself with that movie. The story of “Sid” seems to be his story to him. Though his Dad was not as rich as Sid’s that he can get a Porsche as a gift after going thirty days to office and he was not that careless as Sid. But still a lot of things were same as the situation of Saket. As Sid hadn’t any goal in his life, Saket also didn’t have any specific goal. Actually after completing his graduation his aim keeps changing every ten days.  And still he was not sure what he wants to do in his life.

   Each morning he decides that he will do something and make his day worth, he will make himself happy and others too, but the day ends with the same story. he ends his day doing nothing. He was tired of that. He was tired of his boring life.

   Fortunately Sid’s life came on a track but Saket’s not.

   Saket also got emotional when Sid gave his first income like every other Indian. But he was still not able to think that how he will keep his parents happy. He was not able to find his inner talent. The work that will give him happiness. The passion that will give him satisfaction.

   This is not the story of a Sid or a Saket but most of the Indian youths. Most of them also don’t have goal or specific goal. Youths actually don’t get their mind stable to any one thing. They keep changing their aim at each stage of their life. In his childhood they set up engineering or doctor as their goal as their parents says without even knowing that what these things are. When they get a bit older as a teenager, they thinks that he must choose a sport or acting as a career. In graduation they set something else as their aim. But after the milestone graduation the youths get very confused. In setting their goal they forget to identify their talent. And so they get their own life ruined. After not getting any success in any field they starts thinking that he or she is a useless, and get frustrated of everything as well as depressed.

   At that time they need a support from their friends and their family to identify their inner talent. Friends and family should show confidence in him or her. And that confidence can work a booster and surely he or she will get success. And no more they will be called as a useless or aimless youth.