Showing posts with label #RealizeNow!. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #RealizeNow!. Show all posts
Thursday, 9 February 2017
The choice
Dedicated to Shweta and Siddharth
Dedicated to
each artist and content maker :)
24th December 2015
St.Joseph School
Delhi
My summer vacation were just over. I was
freaky, about to enter my 10th grade and meet new friends. Being in 10th
standard pokes you up with pressures like board exams, your first girlfriend
and subtly you’re never ending smoking habit. I was lucky enough to live as I
had all of the above described. But more than that one thing which used to
entertain and puck I was music. The thing for which I live and the field in
which I want to explore further. When you hit puberty you gradually start
finding what you want to do and what is happening with you.
Hi, this is Siddharth Kashyap, a 16 year
old music-freak who feels for a girl named Shweta Sharma, my ultimate support,
guiding me from time to time and teasing me from chats to chats. We both have
been in same class for 12 years, the interesting part is our relationship grew
as the length of our social-science answer sheets. Yeah social science one of
the worst thing, I have to go through to replicate my neurons to grab each
texts printed. And the most fucked up part is you don't score, until and unless
you have written the same word. My love of music and studies became inversely
proportional as I grew up. Music has also been in my nerve, senses and
exemplify each moment for which my heart beat.
Then one thing happened which changed by
life completely, I got selected to perform in a concert organised by school.
There were total 82 applicants and I was the one who nailed it all.
Few months later
At the school campus
Performing on “This is my
story”
The feeling was damn great, the snore of
the wind, the glimpse of Shweta’s eyes and public cheer was fostering me to be
the best in me and best I ever got. I recited some lines to inspire me:
60000
people are jumping off their seats
I can’t
think about it they are throwing roses at my feet
I
take a bow and thank you all for coming out!!
The session went well, I rocked the show
and everything saw the upcoming Siddharth Kashyap in me. The era continued till
I wanted to, after 10th I make it to state and some function
concerts. But when I hit internationally what I found was this field has a lot
to face and fight. Mumbai is daily rained by composers, singers, actors and
breeze out their desires and summon their dreams. But hardly few make it just
like IITians do. Hard part but that’s how reality snuffles me to ponder over
the thoughts.
After school I took a drop and went to
Mumbai to try my luck, and my girlfriend took Maths and chose engineering as a
career. This is where the choice boggles me to rehearse my music lessons. This
is the conversation which changed my life completely:
I:
Hi, so results are out!! What you are up to?
She:
As usual take mathematics and live a life with you laterJ. What about you?
I:
Going to Mumbai to pursue my dream, a national superstar. I’m just tired of
singing for the same people, I want to rise it off, make it larger as much as I
can!!
She:
What?? Ha ha!! This is not a movie Mr. Kashyap, I believe in you but you are so
young. It is just not easy. And what about us? I always had you tell that I’m
just not okay with your coming profession, with what you do. I mean this career
is so insecure to pursue upon. Just look at me I might get a job soon and live
a secure life. All I can say is let’s forget what happened, the things are
morphed to be over. See you someday. Bye
I:
(some tear drops over my smartphone) that’s how life hurts you to fuck you up
completely. The girl left just because she didn’t like my profession.
The interesting part of life is “You admire
a struggler, you foster and cheer a dreamer, but one thing which annoys me is
you never love a struggler. No matter how talented artists of my country is,
they had to hear a lot from there engineer friends, MBA professionals a lot.
Being affected by reality I keep saying to myself never give up cause my time
will count down soon.
7
years later
Everything is changed and felicitated. I
was invited to sing for a hotel inauguration. The music industry served me a
lot and I dedicated everything I had for the same. I came up in my attire, all
ready to focus and embark the sound of life that has been rebuking me to work
over myself.
All set 1, 2, 3 Go!!!
I
took my first note, and getting it up to the chorus all I found was a face in
front of me. I wanted to stop but couldn’t as I didn’t want to be a disgrace in
front of my audience. But somewhere somehow I stumble over. Slideshow started
running while I was singing. That face was of Shweta I saw her after 8 years.
Cheers!!!
Applauds for Siddharth Kashyap J
That’s how Karma does its work, I saw that
face again, enchanted back voices and leaned over past but the thing which kept
me up was the desire for being high in my career. People do come and go to
teach you a lesson, just do what you want to and the world will be at your
fingertips!!
Stop reacting!!
Start responding!!
Kapil J
Tuesday, 4 October 2016
The Making of a Terrorist
Once again the country is in turmoil, once again all your hearts are filled with anger you wanna kill everyone single terrorist in the country. Many have started hating Pakistan like anything. Tweeter has been tweeted up with lots of trolls and tweets. Everything is just flabbergasting and everyone's world is just upside down but wait a second have you ever in your entire damn sophisticated life ever taught why terrorism does exist.
Same question had been hitting me every single time the idea of terrorism struck my mind. Then I came to knew about a story which made me realize why things are so.
A guy named Zahir used to live in a small middle class family. He was a 10 year old prodigy guy and was quite passionate about his dreams. He wanted to work for nation and was just on his road to make his dreams come true.
One evening when he returned from home he found his mom and dad lying on floor ,both shot died. Zahir screamed and this scream was potentially so strong that it could even break window panes and make the world realize how life ends. He started crying like anything. You know all of a sudden in your life, things are just over, its even more painful than seeing the person you have been loving since your very childhood, loves someone else.
He decided that he would kill the person who has done this. Somehow he got to know that the guy was none other than Vihar a 24 old young guy who robs people for money. He decided that somehow he will take revenge no matter what situation may arise in front of him. After exploring a lot and after ending up talking to hundreds of people he got the entire knowledge about Vihar.
Same question had been hitting me every single time the idea of terrorism struck my mind. Then I came to knew about a story which made me realize why things are so.
A guy named Zahir used to live in a small middle class family. He was a 10 year old prodigy guy and was quite passionate about his dreams. He wanted to work for nation and was just on his road to make his dreams come true.
One evening when he returned from home he found his mom and dad lying on floor ,both shot died. Zahir screamed and this scream was potentially so strong that it could even break window panes and make the world realize how life ends. He started crying like anything. You know all of a sudden in your life, things are just over, its even more painful than seeing the person you have been loving since your very childhood, loves someone else.
He decided that he would kill the person who has done this. Somehow he got to know that the guy was none other than Vihar a 24 old young guy who robs people for money. He decided that somehow he will take revenge no matter what situation may arise in front of him. After exploring a lot and after ending up talking to hundreds of people he got the entire knowledge about Vihar.
Zahir stole a gun from a policeman who was on a sleep and went straight towards his area and shot Vihar dead. Zahir smiled like anything his revenge was accomplished. Later on he started finding pleasure in killing people and later on he joined a terrorism community cause eventually he started hating humanity.
Sometimes people are quite driven through past that they end up making there life a living hell. Zahir could have understood the situation but he didnt even thought for once. From childhood onwards we are taught that terrrorists are dangerous people so if have only two options with us , #1 Either to kill them and #2 to be killed by them and one thing what I strongly feel is we should start free counseling cells for students so that we can save people like Zahir and his talent who died with him.
Thats all!
#Respect_Humaniy
#Accept_Reality
Kapil :)
