She was feeble, her face was pale and her lips were dry…..it was more than a week that she laid in bed. He touched her hand and she deposed it away. He could see her perspiring forehead before she covered her face into the blanket and rolled to the other side showing her back to him. He gently touched her shoulder and called her name.
She muttered something, acknowledging that she was aware of his presence. She was but half asleep. He saw the medicines lay there by her bedside, the same way he left them in the morning. Some cat had spilt the milk from the cup and drunk more than half of it.
“You have to drink this syrup to heal” he said.
She didn’t like that honey smelling syrup. “I hate that smell” and the taste is “Yuck” she said turning to him.
“I am glad that your nose is cleared” he smiled
“This will heal your fever. Drink this” He lied down next to her on one arm….while in another hand he held the syrup.
She twisted her head off and turned away to the other side. He sat up next to her. He pulled her to a sitting position with his free arm. She couldn’t sit on her own. He let her rest against his chest.
She tried to speak, to tell him not to force her, but before the words could slip from her tongue the warm edge of the cup touched her lips and the fluid leaked into her dry mouth. She shook her head vigorously and he pulled the drink from her.
“I do not want it ….leave me alone.” She yelled in a frail voice
“No,” it was all that came from him, however it was firm. He raised the cup to her again, but she refused and turned aside.
His tightened his hold and his hand reached the back of her neck, holding her head upright. The cup tipped, pouring the concoction into her mouth and he had to remove it once as she spat some of the mixture from her lips and it drenched her blankets.
“You leave me no choice,” he was tough,
but this time before she could spit off the liquid, he covered her lips with his. She struggled to free herself from his grasp, but in her weakened state it was to no avail. She swallowed, and it was only then that he removed his lips.
She frowned at him and wished to speak, but the cup was at her lips again. But before she knew it, so were his. He repeated this action until the cup had been emptied of its contents, mercilessly forcing the drink into her body.
“How dare you,” she tried to growl or perhaps snap at him, but it only came out as a worn out whisper. He placed her head back onto her pillow and pulled the blankets tightly around her chest.
“Sleep well,” he said.
Once upon a time in a distant forest lived there lived a small community of frogs… As it happens in those days they spoke beautifully.
In soft tender tone they would sing songs of the pond. The lotus would go to sleep listening to their songs. The flies mesmerized by them would stop mid air alas would be caught dead. The birds would keep quiet in envy. They would move away high up on the trees to sing.. to not to interrupt. Few of the brave souls would try to challenge them but most either slinked away or joined them in their symphony keeping time.
It was an ideal world. A paradise.
Into such a world came one poor frog. He didn’t have a sweet voice. He croaked. And to balance this defect out, god had given him the skill of enterprising and the intelligence to use it. He market
ed himself as unique artist. When he spoke people listened. Simply because he was different.
He was very much in demand.. and the whole of next generation imitated him blindly. Especially the Toad X.
Toad X was such an imitator that he surpassed his idol. He talked like him walked like him. And inculcated it onto others as the ‘cool’ thing!
Many generations passed as it happens and all the frogs forgot that they can sing. They all croaked now and thought, croaking is how they sound. Until one day Junior X was born. Interestingly, he was left alone by everyone as.. he sung.
And when he sung, the flies stopped mid air. All the members of the pond envied him and hated him.. as he was so different. Which he wasn’t.. he was more true to what they really were than anybody else.
But that my friend was his crime.
He was suppressed, tortured until he gave up singing until he died. And when he died, he was celebrated as the one and only singing frog who was brave enough to survive in this cruel pond…
And that perhaps is the story of every being in this world….
He was a wonderful artist, people said. A magician of words. A great story teller. When his pen started to weave magic, no one could remain unaffected. Under his blazing sun, she all but remained over shadowed. She had gentle ways, she did. And she never begrudged him for he was her sun..her knight in shining armor. She was very much content to rest in the welcoming shade of his shadow and protection.
But she was always there for him. To listen, to correct, to advise, to hold his arms, pick up his clothes and plates behind. To make sure he eats, he sleeps... Like a true soul mate.
And he took all of it as his due. She loved him yes... But she wished for once he would notice her, for all that she did.
She kept the fireplace burning, literally and figuratively while he journeyed through the land of fantasies. He talked about emotions, alive and raging, of gentle murmurs and whispers, of sighs and nudges. And yet, or may be because of it, he never understood them in real life.
She wished for once, just once, for him to notice her. Really notice her. Not with those dreamy eyes that she loved so much but in complete awareness. She wished she could be more than an audience to his fantasies..she wanted to be a part of it.
Alas, her wish was never fulfilled while she was alive. There were just too many ideas waiting to be spun into intricate stories.
And then it happened. She died. She was gone forever from his life..unnoticed.
He couldn’t write anymore. For you see, all his stories were for her, of her in many different avatars. When the muse died, the art decided to abandon him to his grief.
If only she knew, it was her, always her, that lived in his fantasy!
It was a sunny afternoon. My companion was still sleeping, dreaming her wonderful dreams, while I looked out of the window, observing the passersby. There were not many. A small kid of 4-5 years playing ball on the road with his imaginary friend. An old man chiding him to stick to the pavements. A woman in the next building hanging clothes as the wind blew on her face. And there was a lady waiting to cross the road at the corner, lost in her thoughts.
I wondered what she was thinking. She seemed pleasantly happy. In a way, she was day dreaming. As the signal changed, I saw her looking this way before crossing, just to be sure. I couldn’t help but smile. Then I recognized her. She was… She was my wife.
There it was. My living nightmare. My most cherished dream. I willed her to look up, to notice me. I hoped she would. Then this charade would end. This game of lies that I played with each living breath. A farce that wasn’t even original.
And then she looked up. And I … forever a coward, instinctively moved backwards. She hadn’t seen me. She was looking at the birds flying in tandem to an unknown music, perfectly choreographed. I was glad for a moment, and yet, despair seemed to raise its ugly head.
Was it that she trusted me so blindly, or was it that she knew and accepted it as a passing fancy ? And yet, with contrariness of emotions, I could feel a rage building within myself. But whom was this rage directed towards? Her for not noticing? or me , for wanting her to notice and letting truth come to light, or towards my lover, who by her sheer presence made these lies necessary?
I looked at her receding back. She looked happy. A stranger on the road. My wife. She was happy. I wasn’t.
Presently, my lover demanded to know what caught my attention. I said, it seemed like raining , as I closed the windows and returned to her welcoming arms.
P.S. This is an excerpt from a dream that I had few nights back..have tried my best to put it in words ..of course with little imagination in order to give it shape. Hope I had a way to remember my dreams.
So here is an interesting tag..if the name was indicative of something..it’s suppose to bring luck..and LUCK is what I need..
I was tagged by Amity Me - wonderful writer with immense creativity..
Thanks Amity for tagging me..
Quite an interesting tag as it makes you dig deep within to answer all the questions..So here is my attempt to answer all the questions..
Now am keeping my fingers crossed and waiting for the "Lady Luck" to smile on me..
8 TV shows I like to watch:
1. Travel & Living - Anthony Bourdain No Reservations - Wish I could get paid for a job like his!
2. Discovery - The Haunted & Man Vs Wild
3. Cricket Matches - No matter who is playing
4. Tom & Jerry - I completely adore the series
5. News Channels - Esp the ones that constantly telecast cheesy news like World's coming to end n blah blah.I watch them as if they were some comedy series...
6. Any reality shows related to Dancing (As I have got two left feet when it comes to dancing I just watch and and motivate myself..maybe one day..someday)
7. HBO Movies
8. WWE Matches - Its funny..but I guess the child in me still loves the show despite of knowing that its just a gimmick
8 favorite place to eat and drink:
1. Azzurro- Th
ey have same great range of pasta dishes..
2. Subway - Love the subs ova dere
3. Barbecue Nation - The exotic range of kebabs on offer are mouth-watering
4. Sarvanan & Udupi - They both serve some excellent South Indian Food
5. Satvik - Have never come across a better place when it comes to indulging in vegetarian food
6. Chicken Inn - Open till wee hours in night it has an elaborate menu
7. Coriander Leaf - Specializes in Pakistani and North Indian cuisine
8. Mom's Kitchen - No restaurant comes close to it.
8 things I look forward to:
1. Holidays & Weekends - Am already missing them...
2. Getting my Guitar - Courtesy "N"'s sweet relatives..am so looking forward to taking some lessons in guitar
3. Be regular with my blog
4. Year Twenty Ten - 2009 was little disappointing I hope and pray this year turns out to better
5. To plan an outing with my friends who mean a lot to me. I thoroughly enjoyed the last trip to Agra.
6. Be an optimist
7. Be Selfish - Its time I start being a little selfish and think about me and just me
8. Meeting my Parents
8 Things that happened yesterday:
1. Spoke to mom for a length
2. Dreamt of tossing a coin at Trevi Fountain - Legend has it that one who tosses the coin in the fountain is guaranteed a return to Rome..
3. Realized that "Love is Actually Blind" - A friend of mine is dating a girl who is one of the most annyoing person I ever meet
4. Laughed out Loud about the point #3
5. Thought of uploading the New Year Party pics on FB
6. Thought that life is not fair - It keeps on testing your patience.
7. Was wondering what to do this weekend
8. Heard a nice song ..but cannot recall it now..trying..still trying..no use
8 Things I love about winter:
1. The food and the veggies that come with season
2. Winters means New Year and party time for me
3. Curling up with ... and a blanket and watching some good movie...*evil smile*
4. Jackets & Sweaters
5. The fog
6. Stuffed Parathas - Of course with dollops of butter
7. Sleeping
8. Hot soup indoors in the warm when its horrible outside
8 things on
my wishlist: (That I am most unlikely to get)
1. Own a high end Phone
2. Guitar
3. Learn to dance - Can think of singing though I would love it
4. The amazing ability to turn lights and appliances on and off with the mere clap of my hands
5. Vacation to Bahamas
6. And Seychelles
7. And Galpagos Islands And Mauritius, Panama, Cayman Islands, Hawaii....
8. I wish i could care less about some things and say "F*** it all"
8 things 'am passionate about:
1. My collection of DVD's - Guess I should have close to 1000 movies by now
2. Music
3. Hanging out with friends
4. Good Food
5. Cooking
6. Travelling
7. Neatness - Many people Frown at this habit of mine..staying neat and keeping my house and bed absolutely clean
8. Watching Movies
8 words/phrase I often use:
1. Theek Hai - Its ok..can be often used as.. Hope you understand
2. Aur Batao - What else?
3. Yup
4. Yes
5. I love you
6. Kya Baat Hai! - An expression that can be substituded for WoW
7. Dost - Friend
8. Wassup??
8 things I learnt from the past:
1. Relationships end only when you want them to end.
2. Nothing lasts forever.
3. You reach a stage in relationships when what is unsaid becomes more important than what has been said.
4. Everyone is selfish.
5. For some people its not the quality of time but the quantity of time that matters.
6. You don’t need to be a handsome hunk to walk away with the most beautiful lady.
7. The prettiest ladies in the world would either be married or engaged to someone else.
8. People say" Forgive but do not forget" whereas what they mean is " Forget but do not forgive"
8 places I would love to go/visit/see:
1. Volunteering in some African Countries
2. Visiting the lesser explored islands like Galapagos
3. Watch the Northern Lights
4. Valley of Flowers
5. Sydney
6. Dubai
7. Auckland
8. Bermuda Triangle
8 things I currently want/need:
1. Break..From life..job..relationships..everything
2. Want to Sleep
3. Wish "N" was here she would know what to do..
4. Wish that its a "Better Day Tomorrow"
5. Wish to meet my friends
6. A time Machine - Ne clue where I could get one..
7. Money.. - Strongly believe that to say that money does not matter you need to have money.
8. Nice comments to my post - Phew am tired..mentally exhausted after completing this tag..
8 people I would love to tag:
I dearly wish to share the luck with everyone who follows my blog..but being binded by the rules am picking up my eight choices...
1. Angel6033 - In Joy and Sorrows
2. Girl Next Door - Moments I will cherish
3. Bubba784 - Globe Trotter
4. CutePriya - Very Mee
5. Sid - Sidoscope
6. Sulagna - Pink N Black
7. Gavin - Insanity's Musings
8. Deeps!! - Word as form of life
I know I have missed out on a lot of people and now am having second thoughts ..about tagging people..so I request anyone who reads the post is tagged and its obligatory for him/her to answer this tag..
Wish Me LUck Now!!
:-)
Offices or Workplaces are not merely a place to work.(Hope my boss does not read this) For many of us like me they are "observatories of human nature" and this is where many of us like me learn important lesson of life - Wisdom.
Thought of sharing these pearls of wisdom with my fellow bloggers that I have accumulated over my years of observation.
DISCLAIMER: Well I write this post with intention of not hurting anyone and Just an FYI thankfully none of these people work with me.
The Mr./Miss/Mrs. Know-it-All
The KIA guy is extremely difficult to get rid off. The 
know-it-all runs on a shortage of self-esteem, sometimes connected to limitations in certain anatomy or their personalities. They hope by projecting their vast and superior knowledge, they can compensate for their shortcomings; pun intended. Coworkers in this category can be identified by their habits of putting irrelevant trivial facts into conversations, by trying to dominate meetings and in challenging every other point raised someone else. Can be quite irritating at times.
The Drama Magnet
Both males and females can use drama to make their uninteresting lives interesting. They dramatize all aspects of their life to make them look interesting. For them, work is like the professional league of drama. Drama Magnets pick fights, get insulted easily and have a complaint about everything from the water cooler to the weather. Drama Queens/Kings have got huge social circles and always want to remain the centre of attraction.
The Boss's Pet
People belonging to this group are both sweet and slippery; they are “loyal” to everyone, but primarily to the boss. Keep aw
ay from them because, they will betray, spy and kill to advance their career. Beware of what you say around them because you know they are just gathering information. Your boss probably knows how fake those belonging to this category are, but most bosses need pets; they aid in their rule and make bosses feel powerful.
Expert tip to Spot One: They sing "Happy birthday" the loudest on the boss’s special day.
The Doormat
Everyone steps all over them and makes them feel insignificant. Underpaid and perhaps underappreciated, they would hate their job if they had ambitions or self respect. The doormat sort of person thinks that they are important and in-the-know, when in fact this is just a delusion to compensate for dignity. However, there are enticing doormats, they make you wonder how a human can function with no spine.
The Rumor King/Queen
Well this cate
gory is primarily dominated by females. If it wasn’t their hidden talent of gossip, I would have termed members of this group to be "Doormats". They seem enthusiastic about work because they appear to discuss it so much. They are actually talking about co-workers. The smaller your office, the less they have to discuss — therefore larger companies are their primary stomping ground for them. Rumor King/Queens more often than not tend to be tea drinkers, smokers and water cooler clingers. Through my experience have figured out that best way to deal with them is to listen, nod your head, but do not talk.
Hope you enjoy the post and do let me know about the other Hybrids or Species that I might have missed out on.
Would love to know about them.
New Year’s Day is almost here; the start of a new calendar year and a time when we all seem to give in to the imperative to renew and remake ourselves.
Are you planning on losing 5 lbs?
Taking up an exercise program?
Stop (a) smoking (b) overeating or (c) overspending?
Well different people have different wishes & resolutions..but for me..its plain and simple..I just want my life to to be "still" not that I hate progress and do not have aspirations..
Sometimes I just sit down and think..that with every passing year life gets tough and more complicated..
- Oh I am so envious of the little kid who does not have to care about anything happening in this world..
- I get goosebumps thinking about my school life..crushes..girls..fights..
- I miss my college life..late night parties..bunking lectures..last minute preps before the exams..
But I guess changes are part of life and every New Year brings - Inevitable "Changes".
I feel some changes coming...good changes of course! Not only for me but for everyone associated with me..
As My Angel always says to me - When the WHOLE WORLD says "Give up", HOPE whispers ' One more time"
We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day.
Here is Wishing you a Very Happy New Year!!
Hello my fellow bloggers.
I hope you all are having a nice Christmas holiday season.
Anyway, I have been off site for longer than I care to, due to a steadily increasingly busy schedule, both personally and professionally.
More of it could be professionally, have been going through a mental block. Don't know whether it just happens with me or does everyone face it sometime!
I just couldn't write anymore. I still haven't been able to figure out why, but I could not. After my last post there was sort of a perpetual block.There were so many things on my mind which I wished to write about but when it actually came to penning it down, I was lost.
I kind of developed a major "depression". Though I feel that depression might be a bit too strong word to explain my state. It goes like that for me. I have periods of relative stability and then weeks of being your regular zombie. I WANTED to write. But I couldn't. There really isn't a good example to explain this. But when I get in that mode, I simply don't want to do anything.
And it's not just with writing. It's with even the most basic things. I really shouldn't be doing this. But I'm only sharing it because I think people need more than just, "I couldn't write."
For a person who makes his living out of "Writing", I could not write seems to be lame excuse. But it's true.
But on the brighter side am back and back for good, with lots of thoughts and determination. Writing these many paragraphs in the past few weeks for my blog certify's that am on stage of recovery.
Initially,I considered simply not addressing my long absence at all. But it seemed likely people would wonder why I would have been gone for so long from a blog I myself created. Yet, the reasons for my absence were not particularly interesting.
So with this post, I acknowledge my absence and register an intention not to let there be so long an absence again.
I only want to say that I want to continue to be a part of this and not just as an observer.
Got a lot to catch upon!!
Wishing you all a Happy New Year!!
When the clouds show no promise of a silver lining, there is grief and there are many ways of dealing with this sadness.
Some blame Him, He who is the eternal punching bag. The weight of their gunny bag hasn’t really reduced physically, but in their minds maybe they feel a little lighter. ‘He brought in these clouds, He better bring in the sunlight soon. Otherwise, there is no God.’
Some wallow in self-pity and do practically nothing but just whine at their misfortune- ‘Life is not fair. Why can’t these clouds hover above the neighbor’s house? Why me? I am helpless.’
Some are practical; they just look at the sky and say- ‘It’s cloudy today. It’ll rain and things will be messy. It’s beyond anyone’s capacity to stop the rain; no point wasting my time worrying about it. I’m going ahead and doing what I was doing.’
Very few are determined action seekers, doing what they can, leaving no stone in the world unturned knowing very well that it’s an impossible daunting task. Even at the most miserable and trying times, they have the capacity to smile and count their blessings while keeping the faith. They have a glimmering hope in spite of depleted resources and harrowing prognosis.
It’s a high time that silver lining made its presence felt.
Too many people miss the silver lining because they're expecting gold.
"What colour is the sky?", the teacher asked the little boy. The image of the sky he'd seen just before class flashed past the boy’s mind.
An image so clear and powerful that it made him forget all about what he'd been taught at school over the preceding few months, and he blurted out his answer, "White". The kids laughed.
It became the joke of the day, one that would unite them all in good-humored conversation but be easily forgotten by the next day. But the boy remembered. Till much later.
Because he never understood why everyone said the sky was blue when it wasn't. It confused him. It was white, most of the time. There were times when it was yellow, or orange. It was black every night. He had seen blue in it too, but only occasionally.
And then those rare times when he saw shades of pink.
The poor thing could never quite make up his mind about the colour of the sky. Among many other things.
“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.”
Click on the image for a Blow-up
Found it while browsing through one of the sites and thought of sharing this..Found it really hilarious..
Keep smiling..
Sometimes people come into your life
And you know right away that they were meant to be there.
To serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson,
Or to help you figure out who you are or what you are..
Sitting in the cubicle of his office he had nothing better to do then to just surf websites and remain engrossed in them, he was always a loner, a “Dreamer” you might say..
Off late he had been smoking a lot (He knew he would have to cut down on the number..if not stop it completely) But did he actually care about it- “No”..
So it was just another day in office. Most of his days where pretty much the same. Work!! Work!! And More Work!! That was the only way he could take his mind off the pain and sorrow he had been going through.
One boring day he stumbled across a cute picture of a lady smiling courtesy his habit of surfing websites(She was cute that's what he thought) Dressed in pink she looked like a cute teddy- the one that girls go completely ga-ga over.
He sent a “ Friend Request" to her..hoping that she would "Reject" it..
After all he was a strangely introverted lad with dreamy eyes, no one had ever associated him with any act of bravado especially when it came to love.
But Surprise! Surprise!..she accepted and that's how they kicked off..
She was full of questions. It was as if she was holding something back for years. What’s this? What’s that? It was irritating but he loved it. He was getting the much needed attention that had very much phased out from his life. He was lonely and he needed it and perhaps so was she.
The couple were separated by different time zones..distances which neither of them could cross.. when one fine day..she took a step to erase out the distance and call him. It was the loveliest voice he had heard in years. Just like the chirping of those lovely birds. Her giggles were so musical and timely as if she had been practicing it for years till she mastered them.
Those words and giggles gave him the strength to hold onto his scattered life. But the distance was just too much and her assurances were not working any more. Well guess it was the end after all, isn’t this the way most long distance relationship’s end?
"NO"
Sometimes love is stronger than a man's convictions.
Said the Lords of Heaven. They met, yes after a year of holding onto each other and six months of expressing their undying love for each other they met.
She was beautiful just as he had thought she would be. They were meeting for the first time but it never seemed like the first.
It seemed they had known each other from years before. Maybe they had been together in their past life(But he rubbished the idea as he did not believe in the concept of rebirth and neither did she)
"Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.”
Her long lost faith in love was restored and so was her faith in MEN, LOVE & LIFE.
The romance continued and kept on growing as years passed by. The tiny spark that ignited when they first saw each other was now a powerful flame. Even after four years, the love for each other remained but now was the time when he had to make a choice.
He had to answer the toughest question of his life. When would he marry her or rather Should he marry her? After all four years were good enough time to know a person right?
This question was slowly eating him up and he was wondering what the answer to this question would be.
Posing in front of the World's Best known monument of Love..he knew he had figured out the answer..the answer that would make them Happy.
"She was his sunshine and he could not let anyone take his sunshine away from him"
The doubts and hesitations had cleared. The skies had opened up and it started to rain.
The rain stormed down and swept away the inhibitions that he had in his mind…
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Anytime she goes away…
Actually intended to write a post about the Halloween or something more funny.. but somehow it’s just no more on my mind. Was going through news today and got stuck on a particular piece of news.
http://www.mercurynews.com/breaking-news/ci_13690105
Guess this problem has been seen as a 'woman's problem' for far too long and we urgently need more people to publicly condemn this sexual violence and heinous crime.
Neon lights and heavy music, sweat and perfumes and deos, almost killing one of the five senses, in trance and hypnotised bodies.. grooving to the unidentifiable beats.. who cared for music.. when an unattained state of nirvana was all the fever of the night..
Contagious, yes it was.. for every one who stepped into THE CLUB..
She was taken in by that fever too as she entered the disc that night, dressed in a black and grey spaghetti and low waist jeans. She gelled in with the crowd, both attire and attitude wise.
After a few swigs of tequila shots, a state of loose control had taken over her mind. Her friends, who she had come with were lost in the crowd and so was she. But there was someone who had just found her and noticed her.
Too much of tequila and dancing had induced a sort of a sick feeling in her. A breath of fresh air would have perhaps relaxed her. She made her way to the door brushing past the "in-trance" crowd. In the darkness and with a beating brain, she could hardly see the door, but she did manage to reach it..
And the door closed behind her as she walked out..
The next morning as she opened her eyes and perhaps her mind she was in an hospital with bruises all over her body and yes.. her brain.. and now her life!!
They said she had wronged by wearing revealing and seditious clothes and then toppping it all by drinking tequila.
A woman, they say should always.. always.. always.. never do what she did..!!
She had sinned and she had paid..!!
But was it her who had SINNED or WE?
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
......W.H. Davies
Life isn’t all Ha Ha He He!!
Before you proceed assuming, I'm writing a review on the book by Meera Syal or on the movie with the same name.
Statutory Warning: What you are going to read is a grey confession of a writer stuck between the black and white shades of life.
Seen on of the msn's names in my fren list - Life is a f****ing joke and I don't get it..my dear it stands true for me as well even I could never get what life is all about.
Am still to being struck by enlightenment; perhaps I need to go to the Himalayas and stand on one leg, trying to figure out the jargon "Life"(guess that’s the way these yogis and sadhus- the truth seekers get to know everything..sorry my knowledge about truth seekers is limited to bollywood movies..n books..only)
I have always believed that like roller coaster when you are cruising upwards the anticipation of reaching at top is most exciting and then the view from top is awesome. Just like life, while you are on top you are having the fun enjoying everything..wearing rose colored sunglasses.
But then comes the free fall...the tumble...when u start sliding towards the bottom..of course like life with a hint of optimism(just like life who always gives u a shade of light in the drak)..that you would rise...
Hence I always keep on repeating..enjoy the view at the top..coz when you hit the bottom you are not sure when you going to rise again..
Well this indeed is my logic of life..but what am confused about rite now..is where am I?? cruising upwards, at the top..or sliding towards the depths...n honestly its really difficult..
That’s how life has been for me always...a unique "Conundrum"...
and Life Was Looking Pretty…
It's Hard To Commit When All You Think Is
Life's A Joke
Breathing It In When All You Want Is Gone
and Life Is Looking Shitty...
It's Hard To Admit When All You Think Is
Life's A Joke
A diehard optimist for you..
P.S. Thanks to all who commented on my last blog..Please keep it coming..
Who am I??
One of the most difficult questions that could be ever asked to you..(At least I think so..)
But for some of the intellects out there..this must be a pretty silly question..(Afterall all you need to do is give your introduction..My name is...Blah Blah..N I did my schooling from..blah blah..)
Well am not talking about my Introduction..But Who am I really??
A dreadful question..to which I have still not been able to figure the answer to..(Guess what am almost 26..n still am clueless about my true identity..)..its not that i have never thought about it..i think about it..n by the time I could take down the notes..the moments melts away...
Have always been racing against time..thts how my life always has been..
Am just another face in the crowd..perhaps not deserving a second look while walking on the road..(Dunno maybe sumbudy mite be checking out..neva checked it myself..)
Well am A son..trying to live up to the expectations of his parents..A brother..who is seriously trying hard to keep peace..with his sister..A friend..who doesn't get time to socialize n meet with his buddies...
See as u would have realized by now..I more or less each one of you.. reading the blog..
Aint we all trapped...waiting to get free....
You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion
Happiness, living on the streets is a delusion..
Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught
Shot up or shot down with the bullet that he bought..
....2 Pac - Trapped
Do let me know If I have any found any clones of me out dere...would love to know more about you...
