Just thoughts...

   A long time since the last post. But finally a morning when one has to shed procrastination and write down something. A good morning it is when a good message or a mail brightens up your day. Its for this wonderful feeling of everything being complete one needs to strive. Its fairly easy to keep on preaching about stuff one never actually work on. But when those bookish things actually translate into our daily lives it is quite a bliss. To let go of all that's pulling you back, holding you down is not so easy at is seems. To be happy is not so complicated as it is made out to be. The algorithms people give to find bliss more often than not turn out to be half-hearted and end up being a temporary push. Agreed that at times it is this temporary push that keeps our head above the surface. But it is truly unfair on the prowess we posses deep within. The wonderful power of simply being content is sometimes taken for granted. It is rare gift at times to simply look at things as ...

     Its a lot troubling, frustrating and all those complaining maladies we get to hear. All such in a young age. It seems terribly stupid in retrospect when we realise that all was for nothing in the beginning. Accepted that when in the actual situation, its rarely are we able to keep a sane mind. All the unwanted and corrosive thoughts pour in torrents. Its not unnatural to think of the weirdest of things when faced with such a situation at times. The worst case scenarios pop up out of nowhere. When the trusted of faces seem to be distant and unfamiliar. We then let the most insignificant of things affect us. The meaningless words find extreme meanings in our mind. More often than not, all it ends in regret. Its all easy to say when one is out of that depressing state. Living by, and days stretching by no longer is a hyperbole in such times. Strange thing this mind of ours is. The extreme suppositions and derivations we start making from the smallest of acts is laughab...

            The often repeated adage - 'Self help is the best help' , has been passed on since quite a few generations. We have heard of the story of the sparrow and the farmer which underlines again the real value of self help. Though for a point of debate people put up theories of nobody being quite independent in the society and being interwoven with the with the social structure, it is a different point altogether. Sadly the fact which we face today is the desperacy we find ourselves faced with. Every individual wants confirmation and applause. This isn't totally unwarranted for, but the increasing need for outer praise is on the rise. No one would mind a cup of buttered flattery. Often at times a good book or a good talk peps us up. What we call as 'motivation'. It is a super feeling when we actually feel confident after an external pep talk. But this is what harms a lot in the long run. As if on a drug. It wont be extreme to call it at par with subst...

   Narrating one of my previous short poems.. different try.

           The building was dilapidated, almost in ruins. Hardly anybody went in there now and yet there was a commotion on the fifth floor. As the stock market fell sharply, Mr Deeds clutched at his chest. All his savings, all that he had scavenged went into the abyss following the marque on the TV set. Deeds couldn't breathe staring at the blank TV screen. It was his third cardiac arrest. He had defied nature twice already, but he might not be lucky this time over. At 63 he was too worked up, being head of a multi-million marketing firm wasn't an easy task after all. The stock market collapse was a huge one this time over. Everything had collapsed at once. It was too much to take, for it was Mr.Deeds who had went against all to put up all the company money into the then bullish market. Let alone the loss, he was under debt and bankrupt. He needed to get away. Get away soon. Mr.Deeds grabbed his suit from Saville row hung on the door and his customised br...

    A thousands of events occur by. In our life, things happen even without even we knowing about them. And our reactions to them. And yes many infact all of them are spontaneous at times. Just thinking of a story I once read.     " Once a monk and his disciple were walking by on their way to their hermitage in the forest. They walked on for a while only to find a stream they had to cross everyday back. But only this time there was a young woman standing by the bank of the stream. She seemed to be having trouble crossing the river on her own. The monks were celibate and were not supposed to talk or interact with women. The disciple immediately increased his pace to avoid the woman. But as it, the woman called out the monk, and asked him that if they could help her go the other side as she had hurt her leg and couldn't cross the river. The disciple was shocked. He expected his master, the monk to get angry and walk away. Instead the monk went towards the woman and p...

       Weird thing time is. Passes so slowly when you want it to rush by. He waited and waited for it come. And the day finally came. The rush of the wind as He stood by the train door and thought of the meet coming up soon. He got down and made his way to the place He and She were to meet. It had been some time since a meet in person.Dressed quite well. Finally He arrived. Nobody was there just him and a couple of stray cars idling around. Did she mock him? Was it a mockery as He had once considered? Ohh please let it be a mockery. Somewhere deep inside He wished it to be all false. He hoped She would not come. And then as His cell beeped, there it was, a message from Her-- "Where are you?".. He looked up and around, there She was coming along. The pink dress, you couldn't miss Her for sure. She saw Him too, standing or was it waiting? He didn't want to but yea He did- SMile.    As she neared, He saw Her smile too. There was silence for a while nothing e...