"Survival of the fittest" is bound to happen, as they say, but what i say " well not always". Fittest in this "Kalyug" means a person who has brains, a person who is smart, a person who can express, a person who can SPEAK, a person who can manipulate, a person who is not me. YES!! I am not the fittest.
Well, i thought i could not survive, but the fact is- I DID and I WILL. TILL THE END. As i look into the past, i remember it all, was a shade, a mist and a rush.
Now, i have seen a light, and want others to observe the same.
And i am becoming my favourite song- "Hey man, i am alive, i am taking each day and night at a time, i am feeling like a monday, but someday i'll be saturday night" (BON JOVI).
Next few lines are dedicated to all the stammerers: i wish you all good luck...Start to believe and see the wonders....
"I wont say hello when telephone would ring,
Then i would hide when doorbell would ping.
I had fear of talking to all,
i would just go hide and scrawl.
I was shy, i was lone,
i was just into my home.
I was always brainy but didnt realize,
as i lived always in disguise.
Teachers asked: - tell me your parents name,
and i behaved as if i am in a fame.
The fame was just a joke,
as marks were only a cloak.
I didnt realize, i had a stutter,
until in a meeting i had to utter.
Soon "it" became a massive load,
i had to walk, alone, a mile road.
I felt down, was into a box,
used to evade all the talks.
I used to feel like an orphan,
my stutter was getting all worsen.
Years back, with a bad vigour,
i felt as if i needed a trigger.
Soon i felt, an angel came,
Now i wanted to win this game.
I tried hard, i slept little,
I know now, oh please, i am not so brittle.
My friends, i sometimes feel all the blues,
But its me, who always has to choose.
Choosing between, glory and tears,
I have a desire, to face my fears.
Who knows, i will be on top of the world,
With all my wounds, all healed and burled."