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Names are like a wonder-world in themselves. They are just like stories, or more precisely like blogs: some blogs are just fascinating, some are beautifully embedded with thoughts. Powerful enough, names can make you fall in love with a person sometimes.
Except, as in my culture of religious beliefs and beliefs in priests, the initial of the name is
suggested decided by the priest after some spiritual calculations and meditations. The Initial letter of the name is supposed to be lucky for the child. As for these beliefs, most parents prefer to choose a name from the given initial. Sometimes these superstitions are so at a peak that parents tend to get the name of the child changed just because they feel he is having a bad luck.
Still, I am happy as to what my name is, for I believe that The name doesn’t build up a personality; It’s the personality that builds up a name. At the time of my birth, I received the initial P. My grandfather, being a man of strict personality, took two names and my parents had to choose one. So, I don’t know whom to give the complete credit for the name.
The meaning of my name is : “Symbol”
Well yes, I do think it suits me for I have this ambition of being an idol for others, and one day I would inspire many, as today I am inspired by many.
As for my children’s name, well I myself am not an adult yet so I have to build up a reputation for my name, before I can decide names for my children. For a conclusion, I love my name.
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I know one should never lose hope, but yet I’ve been blogging a li’l less than before due to reducing hits and reviews on my blog. Still, am trying to start blogging again with new thoughts. Just waiting for the exams to get over which end in the last week of September : (
And so I woke up another morning
Not silence, but with a shout and roar,
As I stepped out of my house in haste
And saw the floods, as my house they tore.
“Tsunami, Tsunami” they shout so loud
And I run with my hopes too low,
Of staying alive, and breathing again
As with these waves I flow.
The only thing I remember lastly
Is drowning in some gushing sounds,
Of waters and screams and cries
Waking up with darkness all around.
I open my eyes after some struggle
My nerves don’t feel any sensation,
I look around to see no one
No life, but complete isolation.
Stuck in this strange nature I am
Water all around and standing on sand,
I am not sure if I am alive anymore
If I am in heaven or am on land.
While I try to figure some questions out
Flashback, and I see some sights,
And those scenes of miseries and deaths
And all those horrific ends of lives.
I do look up at heaven and pray
And thank him, for my life he spared,
But I doubt if I have the strength to live
A life without those, for me who cared.