Quotes
12/27/2011
1. You believe only a little of me
The rest is called your
ignorance
2. If you don’t hire me
The shortcoming may not
always be mine
3. ADITYA HIRAN is a phenomenon
I am only an obedient
worker under his name
4. I spend my life trying to expand my consciousness
Don’t spend yours trying
to measure it
5. I don’t take the accolades you give
me
It’s my name that takes it
01/01/2012
6. ADITYA HIRAN is my creation
01/02/2012
7. What is Fear
When life is a Gift
01/03/2012
8. When God speaks, I write
When I speak, God listens
“This above all: to thine own self be
true.” – William Shakespeare
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REALIZE, REINVENT…
THE LITTLE TRUTHS OF LIFE
Recollecting the happenings in my life, let me write this beautiful story. One day I entered a room, which was filled with darkness that seemed unlimited in all its dimensions. Nothing was visible. I stayed and lived in the place where anger, frustration and tears had no meaning. There was no one to listen or speak to. With the dreadful darkness around me the only companions were the hopeless, weak thoughts.
Suddenly there was a feeling of hope taking roots from where I am, when I found a candle. It seemed as though the strength of my emotion touched the plane of the heavens, which brought help. Now, with the candle lighted I was reassured that the nature was helping me. For once I adored, respected and fell in love with the candle which showed me the world. I could now enjoy every bit of my existence as the room was filled with exquisitely beautiful things. There were no more thoughts but only pure happiness and joy that ruled my kingdom of life. The candle now appeared as God. It felt as though there was nothing more beautiful and lovely than this candle that I respect the most.
In this mesmerizing flow of events, there was one thing that I forgot. I forgot that the candle cannot last for long and its existence on this plane is temporary. When I became aware of this little truth, I understood that even my existence on this wondrous plane was temporary. And before the candle has left me, it is me who is leaving the candle. This walk into a new room may bring many more surprises and the candle remains a memory in this illusory story of existence.
- P.ADITYA HIRAN
p.adityahiran@gmail.com
22nd Oct 2009