Life and time waits for none!!!

It was destiny – much to my surprise! Fighting destiny wasn’t at all my cup of ‘jasmine tea’. I wanted to show myself the way to freedom but only to get entangled all the more. I never knew, Delhi would hold so much of a ‘destined surprise’ for me – skepticism swept me off my feet, brought me to the brim – only to make me hold on tightly to the situation. Probably I was small enough to understand the real meaning of the adage – ‘If you hold on to sand too tight, it might slip off’! Had heard – love is like sand, found that there were more ‘lovely’ synonyms to it. Time also played a similar role and slipped off my hand.

Before my stint with Delhi for my studies, my friends and ‘too-indulging’ neighbors knew me as a separate entity whose introvert nature shouldn’t be messed up with. After the Delhi stint, time placed me in the opposite direction - I only gathered myself as the one who had found the meaning of life and smiled away to glory. The initial days in Delhi were alarming – making me curse my decision to hold on to time with a firm grip. Later on, it only made me love myself to the extent that I wanted to love life the way I never did. Yes, time was still slipping off…

The game wasn’t easy – as there was a timer attached. Though not a rapid fire round, yet those tricky questions had to be answered simply in no time. Yet, few answers are unanswered – better to remain that way! The solved answers have made me raise a toast to myself (forgetting the negative marking). After all, I wanted to relish my refreshing ‘jasmine tea’ back home!!! Don’t ask me if I found freedom at the end!

Walking over the flower bed...

Warfield! How would you define that? Life? Love? Work? Relations? Doesn’t that all succumb together to form one whole factor as a field for war. But who is the opponent here? With whom have you been fighting? How well have you been fighting? What instruments have you been using? Aren’t you getting bored of the too many strategic warfares? Have you ever asked these questions to yourself? If not, ask them now and get it answered. No one, except you, can best answer them.

As for me, the war field was already set the moment I gained senses. It was difficult; mastering the art of fighting everyday was even harsher. Rudely, I learnt it and I am still learning it. Probably, one learns this art till the last day of leaving aside the breath. Family, friends, foes, peers, bosses, acquaintances – they all helped in mastering this ever growing ‘Warfield tactics’. With bounds unlimited, thoughts unwrapped, desires flung open, dreams set out, instincts put forward – I learnt how to minimize the rate of a ‘strange liquid coming out of my eyes’. I tried not to let my eyes swell with this ‘liquid’ at times when the Warfield was all fuming.

Efforts did pay off at times, but mostly I was zapped, not being able to set the limit for the horizon. The strange liquid was mostly witnessed by only “I”, “me” and “myself”. Probably that’s what coined up the ‘stone’ in me – gathering all pace to laugh always although the strange liquid tried to gush out. Here, I stand the winner!

Life, love, work, relations – all of you have made me what I am, who I am! For the good part of me, thanks to all the ‘strange liquid’ and for the bad part in me, thanks to the ‘stone man’ in my life. I couldn’t help it…

Those who are reading this, I wish, you reign supreme to throw away that stone man/woman in your lives! Could you at all guess who the stone man/woman is?

Who's there???

A face in the dark? Have you been haunted by such images? Did you fear them? How did you tackle the atrocities that your mind had to offer? Is there too many questions on the block? I did many a times got haunted by such dark figures...face were dreadful, tried to escape it, but in vain! The more I tried to shun away, more firmly its grip entangled me...I was totally in the loop.

Life showed its patterns (mainly geometrical) in varied manners - thus I adopted the strategy to smile back at the dark face in the dark... I don't know whether it saw me, but I enjoyed laughing back at it. I had no reasons to escape, I realised. The pang of pain slowly eased out, making me get the fresh feel of those lovely wild flowers.

I also realised the canvas of life needs to be made colorful, otherwise the grey shades might be too much in quantum to overshadow you. I learnt to breathe deep, I also learnt to hide tears, I learnt to pass through the Looooooonnnnnggggggggg tunnel, I learnt to fight back, I learnt not to lean down but walk upright and straight. The words wouldn't be enough to pen down the exact timely feelings, but I shall definitely try to send across a message to all who are reading my blog.

Learn to fight, live to smile - because we are born for it. Check the difference - and I am sure you will (even by 0.5%) by following this.

Random thoughts((::))

Thoughts bewildered...feelings entangled and emotions disintegrated - that is what is my status at present. Work is worship - made to believe this adage right from the time I gathered senses - and another maxim which comes to mind - ' All work and no play' makes Jack a dull boy... Now, will all worship logically make Jack a dull boy? It's upto you to decide. For me, the disintegrated, entangled and bewildered thoughts should get diluted to ease the mind, otherwise peace shall not be found. I aim to attain peace - strategy is to laugh and let others laugh. Work till a limit that you can worship your own feelings and emotions - don't let it dry out. A desert (inspite of an oasis) is not desirable. Life comes as a chance to us - chance to live the moment, chance to let others enjoy the moment with you, chance to enrich yourself and 'flow with the flow'. You surely wouldn't like to become 'post dated'!!

Make yourself indispensable - that is how one will feel your absence...Presence is something which is void, nullify it with your absence.