HOPE is one thing which drives one's thoughts and compels one to perform things which one thought to be out of his physical or mental competitiveness. Reminiscence of moments which occur when you least expect them to be, fascinate you with just the slightest hint of their being with you. We meet people, we make friends, we set our idols, we despise, we hate, we socialize, we love and yet amongst all these people who are testimony to all the above mentioned dynamic human traits, there lies a "me". a 'me' who is trying to see where, exactly and precisely where, does he fit in this big picture of "we". Expectations he has, which he knows are result of continuous underscore of his abilities by people around him. Responsibility he bears of everything he holds dear. Answerable he is to people who lay their expectations on him. Tries to find joy wherever he sees opportunity. And is reminded everyday by parents, teachers, bosses, supervisors, superiors, colleagues, partners, friends, siblings that there are more DIMENSIONS to life than he currently discerns. More can be achieved and done with more effort and dedication and that 'impossible' is a word which has no practical significance.

I am what my convictions make me, but who moulds my convictions? every bit of effort pays off, yet some remain unsatisfied. The things which went awry or were misjudged, create fear of failure but yet again endeavors which were success stories generate HOPE.

the above written piece of English language may appeal to some but to some this may be just 'ineffective', 'worthless', or a naive attempt to philosophical thinking, but these are just thoughts of a humble writer who is here to speak his mind and share experiences and who anticipates to be loved dearly and to be criticized harshly on this virtual dais.