Zinda

It was a silent, lonely evening, i was sittin of the sofa reading stephen king, worrying about a million things. A whole lotta thoughts creating a whirlpool in my mind. I was merely skimmin the surface, but then i got more an more into it, an soon the stephen king book was forgotten.
I started thinking, y do i call myself a human being?? wot is there in me which is not there in a teacup, in a computer, or even in the robot sunny from "I, robot". As i was thinking, my confusion increased like anything, an it was a mess. Then i thought, i hv got better things to worry about, an started listenin to songs instead (Absurd flow of thoughts i think). An miraculously the first song i heard was Yeh hai meri kahani by strings. An as i went along the song, it turned out to clear my confusion somewot.

"Chubhte kaante yaadonke, daaman se chunta hun,
girti diwaaronke aanchal me zinda hun."

"Ek yaar hai dil ki dhadkan,
apne chahaat ka eilaan kiye jaati hai,
zindagi hai jo jiye jaati hai,
khoon ke ghoont piye jaati hai,
kaanto se khwab siye jaati hai"

Its not the fact that we can survive in any kind of conditions, it not the perseverence, its not the desire to live that makes us humans. It is not why we live in such conditions, it is how we live which makes us humans. We can make those conditions make us survive, where simply defying them is the road. Its not the ability to survive when theres a ray of hope, its the ability that, we can defy the ray of hope, and manufacture our own light to guide us.

Me thinks this is weird, but thts wot i thought.