i believe still....

everyday, i open my eyes to this world. i see a new morning. a new ray of hope and a prayer to change the world fr the better. BAH!
this is certainly not wht ppl who actually sit up and do things for themselves say. no! they do not associate themselves with teh frivolous misguidings of a new morning, because they know that there are many out there who will never see the light of day again.
and these ppl are the only reason i have the courage to dream. to work towards that dream. i was witness recently to the passing away of one such individual. Mr. Conrad Vaz, was an amazing person. if you would meet him for the first time, you would never guess that this person once had a hundred plus men under his command when he was union leader at metalbox. or that he took under his wing hundreds of streetsmart orphans when he was at snehasadan. Handling both his family as well as his extended family, with grace and with humility. i know each and everyone of his children today, i feel like i look into his eyes through his children.
every moment when the feeling of helplessness is shoved down my throat by this hollow world, i look up at the skies, at those dark clouds hovering above and know at once. that without these dark reminders to keep us company from time to time, we would never know what sunshine truly is!
and when i look at people like mr. Vaz, i immediately know... that i believe still.