A judge

“Look at her.

The way she walks and talks. The way she is frank to boys, .... must be a whore.”

This seems to be common, but thinking about others and creating a picture of them, without knowing a single bit of them.

The whole life we go through a lot, everyone has a story which makes one, the PRESENT ONE. They struggle, manage ups and down. But what we face, a person standing at every moment of our life, staring us at every instant and always ready to JUDGE.

I could recall myself trapped in my own mind, when I was wrong about someone. A fellow of mine whom I thought to be most immature person at that general age of his. Everything which seems simple is the most complex thing. I got to know how he lived a disastrous life. When his father left him at an early age of 3 age and then got separated from his mother.

 The time which we had to build our self, of which we are so proud, he was busy building his inner torn apart soul. After being so alone he finally met his mother at the age of 17. Why won’t he be childish. Till now he faked every smile he passed and when his happy hours start we judge him. Now I feel honored to have him as my friend.

**we are never stopped being judged**

I recently became friend with a girl short in height and a tempered nature. Well that is what the public have set their mind about her. But. Alas … she is a fully compacted bomb of humor, fun and lots and lots of thing. I would rather be happy to spend a true friendship with her than to be with a girl good with looks and have nothing in the name of manners.

It is not like that people always hate being judged. If this fact comes in your mind, I will have to say. stop it right there. This world got some popularity hungers too. CELEBRETIES …

Life was much easier past this technical era. No social over net. No self-made identity disorders. Development was faster that way.