Happy Birthday Rahul ....

Well in a fit of rage ... or just because I was caught in my feelings...
I forgot to wish you when I had a chance...
But as they say better late than never...
Here is to you and to the friendship we share...
The friendship whose seeds were sown unknowingly...
The friendship that blossomed irrespective of the distances...

Here are a few words ...

The pride of being the first reader…

The reassurance of your presence…

The innate understanding…

The uninterrupted ramblings…

The same wavelength…

The telephonic contracts …

The transient anger…

The non judgmental confiding…

The feeling of acceptance…

The scolding on being grateful…

The unconditional sharing…

The feeling of finally being understood…

Without any gratefulness…

And with a hope for a optimistic tomorrow

I wish Happy Birthday dear…

Cheers to tomorrow…

And cheers to the feeling of 'hope' :)

Leaving my shoes behind...

We are always told self realization is a concept that make life easier and more understandable ...
But well I cant help it but I usually smelt a lot of gas in the way this concept was explained...

However, today I guess I have some understanding of what it might mean ... not because I got hold of an awesome book but a great teacher called life...

Today, I feel I know a bit more about myself.. There were things I believed I could run away from and things that I thought did not effect me beyond certain boundaries ... but today when I look back and somehow connect a lot of things in my life with strong interconnections between things I thought were compartmentalized ... I can see logic to my choices and even to my irrationalities...

I somehow can even take a bit of an objective viewpoint... obviously I cant be totally objective ... as I am the involved party ... still it sometimes is good to leave your shoes behind ... and try and fit into someone else's ...

Hats off!!!

'The carefully arranged random tresses caressing her cheeks ...the made up intensity in his eyes ... the fake twinkle of naughtiness ... the perfect settings... the great music... the questionable feeling of love in that moment.......'
Despite the apparent manipulations the film directors make us believe in the scene ..... Hats off to them and their art to make people believe in something they know to be fake...
Romance as an idea has always been a weakness of many people ... especially us ... the fairer sex ... and more often than not I have seen people stare wistfully at such masterpieces... imagining something beyond the realms of reason... hoping against hope ... escaping from reality to their own small fairy tales ... to the plane where they need not be rational...
I guess it does make sense to loose the sight of reason ... somewhere ... sometimes ... along the way...

I love rain :D

The musical pitter patter of rain drops...
The unexpected breeze that catches one unaware...
The challenge of walking through the puddles without splashing....
The urge to go for a walk at unearthly hours and just feel the droplets...
The pleasure of lazing around listening to songs...
The loss of sight at times...
The fights with the wind for the sake of umbrellas...
The complains of the people who hate rains...
The predictions of whether it will rain or not ....
The loss of the sense of time...
The happiness of the trees as they sway along...
The sight of the droplets clinging to the leaves before the breeze forces them apart...
In short, I love it .... and I am loving it :D

Lurking question marks....

For once in my life I thought I would just freak out... for myself not worrying about what anyone else thinks... I did a lot too...
Shouted my heart out.. jeered at the opposite team... had great cheer leading experience...
Let studies or even the thought of studies take a back seat and just enjoy myself...
Sleep though out the day....
and let my enthusiasm bubble through my action and deeds...
I felt free ... I felt myself .... I felt great!!!!

But I feel it strange when people look at me with strange expressions maybe not on their faces ... but with question marks lurking behind their eyelashes... wondering at what I am up to!

Trying to judge my feelings cautiously and yes restraining themselves ... being unsure of how to react... measuring my actions ... calculating my next move ... my next dialog...

I guess how-so-ever we may say that we believe in individuality and uniqueness of everyone after all we are all humans and despite all the intellectual gas ... we end up being looking for patterns in others and somewhere fail to hide our expectation of the usual.....

To the gift of 'Words'...

I always think I have enough material to write books about .... but once I have the keypad below my fingers .... things never seem to manifest themselves as words...
Words - the biggest weapon we have in our hands....
The power of words is phenomenal ..not in the revolutionary sense but in a day to day scheme of things words have the potentiality to make or break someones day .... A sweet word or a joke can do miracles on a hopelessly depressing day ... At the same time a whiff of sarcasm is all we need to break someones heart into pieces...
Personally, I believe its words that take us through the twists and turns of life... they are our true companions.... always there with us ...

In the lullaby of my mom...
In the expectations of my dad...
In the fights with my brother...
In the gossip of my friends...
In the endearments of my lover...

In the sigh of disappointment...
In the burst of anger ...
In the realization of love ...
In the expression of wonder...
In the meaning of life ...

Words support me ...
They cajole me...
The admonish me...
Through the thick and thin they accompany me...

To the gift of words... something that forms the basis of our 'intelligent' HUMAN life form.....

Culture ... us.......

Today with the e-culture and e-generation who believes in the power of e-mails, networking groups, chats and of course blogs; but I believe somewhere down the line we have lost the essence of communication ... the fun that was in the life of college... the sense of belonging the the 'gang'... the time-pass in taking people's cases on their faces...

In the instantaneousness of chats ... is lost the deliberation...
In the digitization of feelings ... is lost the intent ....
In the whiff of the e-mail... is lost the anticipation ...
In the invention of blogs ... is lost the openness...
In the cuteness of the smilies ... is lost the giggling sound
In the connectivity of internet ... is lost closeness of a friend...
In the clutter of the keyboard... are lost the strokes of the hand...
In our virtual identities ... is lost the uniqueness of our selves...

Sometime in the past I became a part and parcel of the e-culture...

A culture that believes in the display of sophistication and hiding errr... i mean.... channelizing the feelings ...
A culture that believes in burying our true selves in some server at an obscure location on the planet....
and
A culture that believes in showing our real mask-less face to people you have never met....

Is this the progress and culture we strive for????

Dream on.....

Our experiences teach us a lot... and more often than not make us apprehensive of what is to be and what could be...
We all dream of perfection in the aspect of life that matters the most for us... some achieve it by the virtue of make-belief and some by dreaming on for perfection...
The later at some point in their lives realize that perfection is a figment of imagination... but despite realizing this the fools amongst them choose to dream on... rather than come face to face with reality and grab the best opportunity in front of them... and make it paradise...
Many a times when they do try they believe the realities in their life will accept them as they are and they take the path of honesty compared to make-belief...believing that truth should be the basis of everything in life.... and that if they are accepted with their bads the goods shall be more than welcome...
And maybe this is the assumption that fails them as invariably somehow more often than not they end up cocooning themselves into the dream world all over again... its not that they are particularly happy in this world...yet they just choose to dream on......

Survival of the Fittest....

I used to believe there are two kind of people on the face of earth some who are born in privilege and the others who don't even know its definition. The later force themselves to be happy and content in what this world gives them... while the former are born with a platinum spoon in their mouth ... and all the forces of nature actually align to enable them achieve their dreams and aspirations... But then.... as unexpected I met a third kind..... the people who tweak the nature so that everything falls in place and they achieve their objectives. I wont call them dreams because so far the sample I have seen doesn't seem to have dreams for themselves just objectives and short term purposes....
These are the people who made me realize that... the people whom our parents warn against are not actually the poor people who thieve us because they lack means of sustenance but the people who thieve us of our dreams, wishes and hopes just for the kicks... They are genius and use diversify their portfolio by adding 'Intellectual slyness' to it and take pride in it... For them the purpose of life could be to live off their amazing ability... But what about people who make the grave mistake of trusting them and cannot see the wolf in the sheepskin....
With the exploding population , impending wars, environmental hazards and the love in the world I guess in their defense I would say they have evolved and probably would be the ones naturally selected to ensure that our species does not extinct.... after all they would not mind living off their fellow mates... who would be soon converted into fossils, scientific mysteries....