Just thoughts...

     Been long since it felt like taking up the pen and writing it all down. The thoughts that drift by, those that strike hard, those that brush by gently. All of them  summed up and concise to the point of no return. Every passing second something changes subtly or drastically in us. Some or the other change is always constantly in function. A question arises then why do we keep changing? Every moment we change Why? Perhaps its as it is supposed to be. Anyways nothing in the world is the same. Every minuscule particle in motion, changing.. But then the striking thought comes. The one that says all of it. "All that is, is said to be nothing but mere manifestation of our thought". If it is so many myriad realms of possibilities lying around. The sheer wonder of every moment comes to the fore. The word simply vanishes into thin air. Magic, fantasy, lore all seem rational and probable. Keep an eye on those dwindling thoughts. Let them out on a leash. To keep a tab on ...

Ending it up. Taking up your life. Seems the only option left at times. The easiest one. Isn't it? When you feel cornered, all alone. When the smallest of comments tick you. Nobody cares. But is it so? Is it so easy to give up the thing, the gift of life. To leave this abode for some unknown destination. Not thinking clearly is the reason at times. The moments. The moments define your life. Let them pass. The moments if trepidation. It seems hopeless and mindless to live on. It is so easy to give up. The friends who once seemed clos and a support seems distant and hostile. The bleary worls comes rushing in to devour you. But for a moment, take a deep breath. Let it out. The feeling subsides. Try it. Now is he moment. All troubles, however great seem insignificant when you weigh it against the fact that you are alive. This very moment a heart beats in your rib cage. Beating hard and fast. Every whiff of air that goes inside your lungs. Feel it. Feel the process that keeps you alive...

Life goes on, never stopping. Throwing surprises and shockers at every single step. Something new, unknown awaits at every juncture. At times when you recover from a throw, it puts up another one, right in the face. To kick the breath out of you. These suppositions and ideas seem negative almost cynical. But when one actually lives through such harrowing experiences, it is only then one realises the impact it has on our psyche. The humungous impression it leaves behind. It all seems a huge joke to be a part of this great play. The master playwright truly quoted, "All worlds' a stage". Events seem scripted. Yet logic is supposed to take preference. To hide your emotions and thoughts and to be a logical worker is the ideal solution on many a occasion. When you feel that, one shouldn't be cringing you get perfect opportunity to do so. Stiffling true thoughts, is that a way out? To be reserved yet logical? There comes a time when logic fails. When a cruel deja vú plays ...

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...

          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 r...

The friend, with no tags to bear along it, Simply being open and happy, my advisory kit ;) That huge smile, makes my day each time I see it, The long chatter and chatter adding bit by bit. Though it wasn't for long that it could be so, Things and memories of past breaking across the row. Times of sulking and fake anger stay still, Yet the happy moments rise up on the creaky mill. Friends don't need a common base to stand on, In fact its the uncommon that strings it along. Luck is what I had, to have you as a friend of mine, Seems so long back, as our friendship grows older as wine. To the world things may seem twisted all around, But its us that I know, how pure than the cleanest ground. Can never thank you enough ever for everything,  All I'll do is to try and be true and luck it will bring. Its so awesome to have a friend in you, This friendship will stay clear as the morning dew. In the end will ask just a thing for...