Dextra - For all hidden artists

As a child, we are always told that everyone is blessed with his own unique talent. After hearing this, we start exploring various forms of art. We play ‘doctor-doctor’, we ask for toy piano as our birthday gift, we sing and dance feeling like professionals. We do all such things in a hope that it might be our hidden-talent. And finally, a day comes when we realize what our gift is. Now, we want to get attention. We want audiences. We want fans. But, we are not able to get a good platform to showcase our ability. Whatever platforms are available requires either a huge amount of investment or time and hard work. Not all are capable of spending money and time.

Will it not be like a miracle to get a platform which requires no investment of any kind? Dextra is this miracle to all such hidden artists out there. Dextra is a social platform which allows you to create your own project, get in contact with other artists and share it with your friends and family. It helps your talent to reach audiences throughout the globe.

You can easily download Dextra app on your android devices through Play Store. It lets you create your profile in just few minutes. After this you can upload files from YouTube, SoundCloud, gallery and browser. You are done! In just three simple steps you have given the chance to the whole world to know you.

Dextra is a new ecosystem coming up. Be an early adapter. Join now, post your projects and grow with it. It is a chance which you cannot afford to miss. No cost involved; no efforts to put. New features like messaging, notification and others will come soon in the app. It will be available for iOS users as well in short time

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A bus stop!

“I told you, everything happens for something good”, I messaged back.

He was very disturbed by a person who cheated upon him. All his friends stood beside him and always tried to keep his mind diverted. This time we were discussing about how he met his long lost friend.

My phone pinged again. Not caring about what I said, he narrated an incident which he came across to just an hour back.

He said, “You know, just an hour ago when I was de-boarding a bus at my stop, a boy of fifteen years or so tried to pick my pocket. I felt his touch and looked at him angrily. He got frightened. We board down the bus at same stop and also crossed the road together. After this, he started to go opposite to my direction.”

“He must have gone away then.” I thought inwardly.

He continued, “I called him back.” I was surprised and little afraid too.

“He came back and calling me brother he asked why he has been called. I advised him that since he was calling me ‘brother’, he should not do such deeds. To this, he acted as innocent. I told that we both know what had happened. I offered him little amount of money and said that I come to this stop everyday; if he is in need of money, I can always help him with it. He declined at first but took it after some time and went away.”

I had nothing to say on this. I was sad and happy at the same time. This is the reality of many children and instead of providing them with counseling, many people treat them very badly. However, there are few good people who help and understand them.

My faith will not change. Everything happens for something good. The boy, who tried to pick the pocket of my friend, must have realized his fault and hopefully will look for a good way to earn. Till the time our society does not understand the reason behind every wrong, situations will not improve.

Shadows

We walk by numerous things in a day. They might get our attention or might not. Our attention is caught by things which are relevant to us. However, relevance does not always lead us to correct meanings of those things.  We observe a new leaf on a plant, or a wall besides it. We observe a child and his clothing. We observe a pole and its dullness. But, what we do not observe is their shadows and what they say. Do shadows speak in real? It depends whether we try to hear them or not.

Today, a wall came into my notice. The originally white wall was now ugly-red. “Stop you humans, stop spitting on me”, it said screaming while I stared at its shadow ignoring the wall. “I am not your public toilet or a spitting-spot; I also want my beauty back”, it continued. It was becoming intolerable for me since I had no answers. I started walking around and I saw another shadow waiting for me. He was a child of 8 or 9 years, wearing torn and dull clothes, carrying a garbage bag on his shoulders which seemed very light to him. We both had a huge financial gap; on the contrary, he looked happier than me. He was very cheerful. His smile had something which caught my sight. Behind that smile was a gloomy shadow of him which was living in dreams of a meaningful life. His shadow resembled the future of our country.

Moving on by many such grief-stricken shadows, there stood a shadow besides them even though it was not one of them. He was a well educated man of our society. Sharing the sorrow of sorrowful, cheering with cheerful he played with his mouth organ. I have heard about him before through the news. He was “metro’s melody man”, who after his daily routine makes the heart of everyone smile with the melody of his instrument. I captured him in my camera, smiled and continued my every day journey in a hope that others too may notice these shadows.

~StoryTeller

Last good bye

We never feel like growing up and see the world with a matured vision. Always living in a protective shield of parents, became a way to live our lives. We keep the reality far from our reach. However, reality runs behind us.

One day, you wake up in the morning thinking it would be an ordinary morning but it ends up as an unexpected one. The person, whom you always ignored and never cared about, leaves you. All you see is a motionless body of him and all you hear are the voices of his loved ones crying. But suddenly you feel depressed and your view gets blurred. The moments lived with him come to your mind taking you away from truth and his voice hit your ears making you deaf to the cries of people around you. But the truth does not stay neglected for long. He went away just like that, without having said a last good bye. You wish you could travel against the time to see him again, to apologise for everything you did that gave him pain. You wish you could see his charming smile again.

Looking at him with aching heart, you accept the responsibilities of life. You see through the shield provided by your parents. You stand facing the truth. And all of a sudden, you feel old.

~StoryTeller

The last moment

It was like living a dream, beautiful dream which was not meant to last long.

It feels like you were here by my side a second ago and in the next moment you are not.

You left me behind and now I am broken. I am shattered.

I relive the moments spent with you and it kills me. Your absence kills me.

I cry aloud!

No one listens. No one cares. You were the one for me.

I go out. I walk on streets. All I see is happy faces.

But I am alone. I don’t have anyone whose hand I can hold and smile.

And when stars come up, I go numb. My heart races with my breaths.

All I think about is you, your promises.

Were they all a lie, a joke?

I want to tell you how much I loved you. I want to tell you what you meant for me.

Being with you was paradise for me.

Oh! You are here…Holding my hands… No don’t go, stop!

I scream. I wake up.

All I see is my dark room.

That was a dream again. I am broken again.

-Best friend’s feelings

~StoryTeller

Hello all!

Just like you people go through many random posts, this is also one of them. I know it is long but trust me it is worth reading because there is a serious issue with level and understanding of education.

Today, while attending a marriage ceremony, I was waiting for my turn at pav bhaji stall when a good looking guy with great physique, well dressed up, carrying latest IPhone, expensive watch came up and said “oye sun be! Ek plate laga chup chap aur saale dhangse makhan daliyo… teri beti ki shadi nahi hai”. He must be thinking that he was looking damn cool while talking to a person who is lower than him in such manner.

How can someone call himself educated while doing things like this? Is this what education is all about? Are educated people expected to behave like this? That person, who is making pav bhaji for you, is doing all this to support his family just like we work to support our families. Just because of the fact that someone is rich and other person is not, does not gives the right to talk to them in such a way. Everybody has a heart which gets hurt because of someone and at the same time smiles because of some other person.

It is not possible to provide help to person who is lower than you every time. But, for the sake of humanity, they can be respected for working hard to earn. Just do one thing, whenever paying them for something SMILE and say THANK YOU every time. Maybe this time their heart will smile because of you.

Thank you for giving your precious time.

~StoryTeller

Shady street lights

Are we really growing? Answer by most of the people will be yes. But, I do not think so. Let me justify myself.

I was coming back to home at around 7:00 p.m. Dark sky, cool breeze, mind full of random thoughts and eyes looking around in every direction. And then my eyes suddenly freezed. I saw a child washing dishes. He must be 12 years or so. He asked his father “padh lun ab thodi der?” and to this his father replied “15 minute ruk ja… light jal jane de”.

I went to a bus stop nearby and sat there waiting. After 15 minutes street lights got life and to this little boy smiled sweetly and started to study under lights. After few moments, his father noticed me and came near and asked “kya hua?” I said “kuch nahi” and offered little financial help to which he denied saying “shukriya par yeh paise nahi le sakta; malik ne itna diya hai ki isse apne pairo par khada kar saku… aur ek baat, yeh khud yahan aata hai, main nahi bulata aur phir yahin padhta hai… hum dono hi hai ek dusre ka parivaar”. 

Conversation started on the topic of education but ended on love; love for family.

Yes, we are growing but just physically. Growing up means getting wiser, understanding the value of people who did everything they could do for us. But as we are growing, we are leaving our parents behind. The pain they go through will be understandable only when our children will grow up and leave us.

Whatever I saw at ‘shady street light’ taught me to get wise. We need to thank our parents for their support, their love, their patience with us. They have surrendered their own life for our well being. We need to understand them.

~StoryTeller