Christmas Eve Miracles

Two things. Two simple things that changed the whole day for me.

There are some things that deeply affect you and force you to think what are you even doing . Then there are other things that make you realize what you should focus on rather than what you have been doing till now. Now, combine both these and feel the outcome. Some powerful stuff, right? 

That’s what my Christmas eve was about. 

First significant thing about the day was the news of Clay York, a fellow student. He died. Yes, just like that, in his early twenties. That’s it. Game over for that guy. I was surprised and shocked when I first read that. Though I didn’t know him that well, and I’ve only been with him more than a couple of times, we had our moments. That alone tells how he affected everyone around him and what kind of person he was. I still remember both of us cheering together for our Basketball team. But what can you do now, life goes on. 

Trust me, life is short. I don;t know how he dies, but he’s gone. He left me thinking. What am I doing by just sleeping and eating everyday and wasting the short period of time I have? That was really an eye-opener. Maybe tomorrow is THE day. Who knows? Everything will just remain in the wishlists. I don’t know about you all but for me, it’s too depressing and sad.

As I was overcoming my shock, my friend and I realized it’s Christmas eve and we are here with nothing to do at all. Best Christmas ever! Nevertheless, I called up a friend and went to meet him. Again, trust me, you never know what’s gonna happen to you if you take an initiative. Forrest Gump’s momma was right, life is full of surprises! We ended up playing guitar, singing songs, looking at some awesome photographs and singing “Happy Birthday” in Vietnamese for his girlfriend. I didn’t expect any of this to happen but it was the best hour of my Christmas eve. Yeah, miracles do happen on Christmas. To add a cherry on top, my friend helped me to realize what to focus on rather than just sitting around waiting for the day. Also, he gave us a Christmas tree. yeah I know I have awesome friends!

Anyways, Merry Christmas Everyone

Merry Christmas

Does Santa really exist ?

Merry Christmas to you all! I know the Christmas means a lot of things to different people, but for me its an amazing festival with an interesting history behind it. Since I’m Indian, a Hindu to be specific, we don’t celebrate Christmas like the Christians. But thanks to my ‘Loving Parents’, they taught me early in my life to celebrate all the festivals.

When I was little, and believed in everything that seemed good, my parents used to tell me the day before christmas, that Santa Claus will come and put the presents under the pillow if I go to sleep early. And I still remember the excitement and sudden rush of joy I used to had when I used to see chocolates and gifts under my pillow after waking up! It’s truly an amazing moment for any kid.

Then something happened. I grew 🙂 And the belief in Santa Claus was now buried in the great old story books. I then believed that no Santa exists, it was just my parents who hid all the gifts and chocolates for me under my pillow. How much they loved me that they made me believe that its really the good ol’ Santa! But today as I was walking down the street and looking through the shops, I suddenly came across a child asking his father about the gifts Santa Claus would bring him if he behaved as a good kid! (there are some conditions too ;-)) That kid went on with many questions, like “Where do Santa get those gifts?”, “Does he really live in the North Pole or the South Pole?”, etc. His father remained silent on all his doubts. Finally, he asked, “Dad, Does Santa really exist?” His father smiled a bit, and before he could answer his question, I walked up to him and replied, “Yes, he really exists…”