Just thoughts...

The other side of the moon. The one which always stays hidden and away from our sight forever. The unseen and unobservered always matter. We have that tendency to judge. May be logical activities made our brains go haywire. The wirings have ended up a fuzy mess, making us behave in a deductive manner. We weigh, compare, we infer, till this point, its all fair and good. The thing that follows next is the real danger. We weigh, we compare, inferr and we conclude. This is where all humanity has ended up being a big loser. We conclude and hemce become judgemental. Judgemental remindse of the movie "English Vinglish". Such a plain one but the word lingers. Why don't we judge people. Thank God if it had stopped at that. We don't. We start creating mental images of people around us. We constantly project it to our poor brain. And this is how trouble brews. The mental image, we then react and interact with the person in question in the same way as of the mental image. The

           The Being Human tees worn day in and day out remind me of this very post title. Just being human is all it takes to be happy. Many a times the way or the path to bring up that smile is complicated and over rated. True it is that the journey is many a times more important the ultimate destination that awaits us. No one has ever come back to tell us the route they took. Some have prescribed the way they took, while some forced us into taking a predefined route towards being happy. Personally when does one feel 'happy'. Just being in the moment itself is being happy for me. In fact there sometimes exists no reason for being happy. This maniac laughter that boils within is pristine and needs a way out. At times its simply our own thoughts that hinder the laughter on its way. Just our thoughts. Aren't they important? The smallest of events unfolding out there behold a mystery, a joy  hidden right behind. All you need is the little inspiration to feel it. The bubbles

          When there is a time when you either don't have a keyboard or a net connection, its frustrating. To miss my blog. The thing that i missed. Keying in and writing those thoughts. Time has come to gather it all up these vacations. Thoughts on being back from first 5 months in a hostel. Something different. A totally vivid life back there. A different phase of life. Getting disconnected from the routine back there. A time of reconnection. The life in a hostel is something I could have never imagined. The first thing which strikes one's mind is sharing. Sharing a room with three other people. But it helps a lot when you are already familiar with them. A lot infact rather than complete strangers being around. The pre assumed missing home and other expected stuff never quite happens. Especially not in a melodramatic way. Though one can never neglect the feeling of being away from accustomed surroundings. An unfamiliar bed to tuck in. A completely different roof overhead. On