MY JOURNEY WAS NOT SO EASY, IT WAS ALL BRITTLE, NOT BREEZY

"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."