Education is the main root of development it plays very vital role in progress of country
Well, I was watching a drama couple of days ago and a leading character said ” if sorry was enough there won’t be laws and jails” and that got me thinking about this teeny tiny 5 letter word.
S-O-R-R-Y sorry a simple word used to express your guilt of doing something wrong. Well that’s the definition I found on the internet but if sorry actually has enough to express that you are guilt of breaking someone’s heart or maybe it just works when you have accidentally dashed into someone…
Our parents teach us to say sorry every time we do something wrong… Our teacher teaches us to say sorry when we have made a mistake… People even say sorry when they burp, because that’s good manners! A little word expressing so many things but is it just enough?
Is it OK to say sorry and move on or Is it mandatory to make it up? I surely would like it if someone who broke my heart would make it up instead of just saying sorry…
So here’s my questions if you don’t already know it – do you expect your heart breaker to make it up to you or is sorry enough?
Right from the age I have known to analyze things without just agreeing to what parents say, I have had all these questions in my mind, I guess so; is for others.
The social structure acknowledges a man for his deeds only if he follows certain protocols which have been defined by our forefathers though only some of them has a real benefit to society.
Our society says get married with only one and live till the end .
It is the responsibility of man to take care of his wife and children .
Could u share some of the restrictions imposed by society directly or indirectly ?
Good to be here exchange of culture many things to learn from different people all around the world
She said “no”
That should have been enough for you to know
She did not have to agree just because you bowed
Let her be like the beautiful flowers which on every morning glow
Give her enough space to grow
Please understand bro
Stop threatening her with your blows
Don’t stick to her everywhere and follow her shadow
It’s okay to feel low
But please don`t create a tragedy show
You can`t blame her for destroying your life as a tornado
It’s just your ego that is causing you to raise a row
Although you might think you can be her loyal beau
She has every right to pass you by without saying “hello”
Accept the fact that she is neither impressed with your title of CEO nor with your lavish bungalow
Oh Romeo, when your rage overflows like a volcano, you look just like a potato
Come on take it slow, It’s high time to let her go
What will you gain in blackmailing her with a photo?
You are only proving yourself as shallow
You claim you’re her hero yet your value to her is zero
She lost her rainbow a long time ago when you poisoned your love with the sting of a Scorpio
She can no longer hymn the sweet mellow tune you could hear on radio
She is so haunted, broken and hurt with you playing the macho
Don’t let bitterness in your vein flow
Don’t let your heart turn cold in snow
Throw your pride out of the window
Before it`s too late, I hope you realise and eat crow
And remember that in the end you shall reap as you sow
I want to talk about true friendship I am an isolated person I don’t have a lot of friends in real life I just want to say I am a girl I am 13 years old I want to have a friend a girl that is close to my age hope you answer me soon..
Dear Mommy and Daddy,
You did not think about me, did you?
I was the burden and obstacle to the life you wanted to live.
All the years over custody battles in court weren’t really for me, right
You forced me to make a choice between you two without hearing my voice.
I was not wild; I was just a child with no proper guide.
I was neither bad nor mad; I was just broken for believing your lie.
You would not understand that expensive stuffs were not things I would die for.
I needed to see love within my family not the fight of you two going on all night.
Was it really just the monster you could see in me instead of your little loving daughter?
Mommy, you could never count the drop of my tears I hold from the fear of leaving you.
You could not even hear the pain I tried to bear with when you left me waiting with the promise that you would play my favorite game with me.
You would put on your make up and be busy at parties leaving me behind craving for the homemade pastries you had no time to make.
Whenever I looked at you, I could only see how lost you were worrying about how much all your shopping will cost.
Daddy, you could never hear my silent screams in my every single dream.
You would drive your car, getting drunk in bars.
Had you turned back to see whenever you used to go, you would have surely found me looking at you from the window feeling so low.
Only for once had you taken me into your arms, I would have reassured myself that you were there for me and would protect me from any harm.
If the news of divorce was freedom and celebration to both of you, for me it was a prison to desperation.
If you had the reason to cheer with champagne, for me it was just an erosion of pain.
If separation would bring peace to both of you, for me it was no less than an explosion to destruction.
But you guys never really care about how I felt, did you?
I was called your mistake without any fault of mine. It had actually never matter to you if I was fine or not.
You snatched the innocence from my childhood and the essence of my adolescence.
I hold that thought aching for years in my chest, when I learned that you would have rejoiced over my absence.
You made me the regret of your life, how could you just forget my existence? Had I truly never mean anything to you?
Mommy, daddy, parents serve as role model for their child!
But I had to tell you that you were anything I did not want to be
You took no steps when I reached out to you for help
You fell asleep when I complained I was living in hell
You never had any word to say when my world was falling apart
I don’t know where home is, I don’t even remember what I was looking for when I roamed the city streets alone in the dark.
I had only one wish which I had to relinquish.
You threw me into this mess, I didn’t ask for it
Thank you mom and dad, for being the biggest test I learnt to pass with time
Please don’t come crying to me begging for forgiveness.
It’s too late now, I can only hate you for letting me down
I have no regrets being punished for the thug life I led
But I hope you spend the rest of your days in shame without ever be able to forget that you have failed as parents,
While I try to make my place where I can start another tale in jail with a new name and finally built without guilt a home with people like my own
Okay! I don’t know how to start this story which I’m about to tell. It’s just a story of my life, MarC’s life. And yes that is not my name. I’m sure moderators will delete this story. I just know it. Anyway I, MarC was born in a great place where there are mountains around but yeah I never set a foot on a mountain till now. The reason is, I’m lazy and come on, Mountains are dangerous place although a beauty, it is! My childhood was great. I had some great experiences with great people. Yes, I use the word “great” a lot. Everything is great on earth, isn’t it so? My saddest moment is the passing away of my grandma. I was about 5 or 6 years that time, although I remember her affections. I don’t want to make this story a sorrow story so let’s move on. Yeah like I moved on and here I am, teenager now passing time online. I have no idea what I’m going to do in the rest of my life. I don’t have a clear vision, I mean, of my life. By the way, I have a 20/20 vision :P. So I gave the title of my story “MarC The great” I ask the readers, Am I great? . It is the world who decides who’s great right? Great people become great with great deeds. So what about a person who works 24/7 to support a family? Is he great? Because world doesn’t recognize them. Yeah I question a lot. I’m a teenager and questioning is my habit. Although I know I won’t get the answer because it’s not a chat. It’s just something every people should ask themselves. The answer lies in our heart (not literally). That’s it. That’s my story. Oh ! I didn’t write much about myself.
I love my anime. I wanna see who else does. If you do reply the anime and I’ll let you know if I’ve already seen it. I’ll be a youtuber someday and a featured anime. When I get there I’ll post the name and you guys can check it out! I wont forget ya! ;D
One would walk miles to find a drop of water while one would walk miles to digest his feast.
So, which part are you from?
Are you from where we hear there are plenty of dead trees and cracked soil or are you from where bees make abundant honey while people are busy making money?
Are you from where tall buildings are things you can be proud of or are you from where drought is the answer to all hinder?
Please tell me who you are.
Are you the one who enjoys all the time savoring red ripe cherries and sweet chilies or are you the one who is crying among babies crawling with swollen bellies?
Are you the one who is living in peace with no worries or are you the one broken in several countless of pieces with painful stories?
Despite wherever you may come from, starvation is present is every nation.
Despite whoever you are, I’m sure you are not alien to the word famine.
I actually thought it might break your heart to know that one person every four seconds face death from malnutrition while at the same time 1.3 billion tons of foods are wasted every year on the same planet.
I truly believe if you have faith in humanity, you will plant every seed and pluck any weed with the intention to feed and save someone`s life by your deeds.
And I really hope you will speak to the world on this because as long as people feel weak, our future is bleak.
However, even though you don`t want to share your dish, I dare you to remember what I wish for.
I wish that after every heavy meal you had, you would still crave as your famished neighbor.
I wish that your conscience pricks you whenever you are eating like a glutton inside your dwelling without caring.
I wish that you feel shameful and guilty as a murderer each time you throw away leftovers in the garbage.
After all, Why don’t you see that you are only blind up to you want to be?
Together, we can strengthen unity against scarcity and change the destiny of all those children going to sleep on empty stomachs every night.
Let’s get involved in the mission to eradicate famine and move with full conviction towards the same destination of making consumption a reality to the whole world population.