Sunday, June 30, 2013

Sweet and Saline

Fun and joy at their peak,
Life moves on with great streak.
Friends turn out to be our everything,
Together we accelerate with super zing.
We need a ticket to every new hit,
A romance, a thriller or a skit.
We desire to shine from tip to toe,
Trying on anything for that glow.
Our new favorites are the rock and pop,
We even give a chance to hip-hop.
Girls dream to be Juliet,
And guys follow Romeo, though remain an idiot.
Books are the distant relatives,
Used better as sedatives.
Classes have their importance,
But more in pretense.
It’s the attendance that matters,
Else we dive into the chatters.
It’s the college days,
Our lives’ prettiest phase.
Where the extremes combine,
A blend of sweet and saline.

Monday, June 17, 2013

It isn't that Easy....

With juggled up emotions,
I try to search the meaning.
The meaning of this life,
It’s events and it’s connections.

With juggled up emotions,
I question myself,
About what I have been so far.
I question my decisions and actions.

With juggled up emotions,
I try to reclaim it all,
My value that I have lost
In my life’s cruel reactions.

With juggled up emotions,
I regret being a fool.
I regret putting myself
In unnecessary situations.

With juggled up emotions,
I gather myself up.
But in the end I fail
In times of reality and confrontations.

Sometimes life rolls us down to a level, where we come across a striking realization. A realization that trying to be happy and actually being happy are two different facets. Genuine happiness comes by if you are ignorant enough, not letting any malign bother you, and most importantly when you are capable of keeping calm in every situation. But, is it that easy, or even a bit of easy? For me, never. And yet I try, and have been trying to be fine, and if not fine, then molding myself to the extent that I don’t bug others with my rants. And while the former lost it’s ground recently, the latter too has started to tremble. Still I dare to believe I’ll catch it in time.

It really isn’t a cakewalk, appearing as a Oh-I-am-ever-so-happy sort, when in actual you are sheltering a heavy turmoil in the back of your mind. Unavoidable commotion in the just environment, an unexpected knock from your past, a frustrating outcome of some foolish acts, an inability to control few situations- all these are much more than enough to create a havoc in one’s life. One wrong move in tackling them , and no one can hold you back from stumbling down.

In such cases, this surely bucks me up to think that may be, just may be, the best is just a few efforts away..:
“Just when you are thinking that things are falling apart,
They may actually be falling into place.”

No, I won’t speak all brave and declare that “Come whatever may, I DON’T CARE”. At times I am on the verge of giving up, and even a tear or two is forced out, but then I am lucky enough to be surrounded by few people who are always there with their hands held out, in such moments of urgency of support. No doubt, I am forever grateful to them for even if sometimes they fail to come up with solutions, they are those patient audience to my outbursts. Their words always succeed in pacifying me, and I know they know they are loved for being themselves and making me realize that even after all those blows directed towards me, I am still valued by some, and that I mean something to someone.
And though in the end the battle is all mine, their inputs can never be ignored. what I need.
(Picture source: Googled)

With all the hopes, I’ll continue trying……to be HAPPY :), after all, may be I am fortunate enough to be spared the worst. And how can I forget to thank God for that! ;)

P.S.: Believe me people, venting out through writing definitely helps. And by the time I finished this up, I was completely over the sombre mood, and that means this post means nothing. Sorry for spoiling your time. :P


Thursday, June 13, 2013

The Innocent self

He used to be my classmate. Just a classmate.
New to the school, it weren't exactly his looks, but the look of his academic records and not to forget, his laudable etiquette that drew me towards him. I, being the overly quiet kid, hardly spoke to any of the boys and he was no exception. No interaction, not even a hi or a hello, and we completed two years of being ‘classmates’….and I liked him still. No one had a hint, as I never dropped any. 
With another session, I opened up. No silly, not to him, but to my friends. And they knew, so they teased. And being a rarely emotional girl then, I would go red, not with the blush but with the flame of irritation.
He maintained scoring good, and I maintained admiring that, and him too. But not when it came to English. It itched when he scored better in the only subject that left a little space for me to be known as a ‘good’ student. And I used to taunt him before every exam, to leave this one in my court, and he just let out a laugh every time, causing me to smile. And yes, we started on with little talks. I learnt to speak by then :P.
Nonetheless, those were the days, when for the first time I adored the romantic elements of the Hindi songs. Even the old voices won my interest. Romantic serenity had it’s first session with me, and yes, it was Lovely! :).

We are good friends today, and I still like him, for the person he is.

He unknowingly carved out my innocent self. He was my first crush. :)

This post is inspired by the ‘first crush stories’ by Me and Aaekay.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

For God's Sake!

Hello people! How’s everyone? Maze mein? :D

After having two different flavors of ice-cream (yum!) , and one still chilling in the freezer (my throat went sore, and it didn’t permit more :’( ) , I am feeling super energized, and am here to extend this energy to you all. Yes, I am again up with some ‘gyan’ post, like that “All-Smiles” one. :D

Okay, now, constantly being stirred by a single thought since last 4-5 days, I was forced to think how easily we blame God for every other mishap in our life. Okay, that’s an old chestnut but I believe you agree that the fact that we humans prefer to disturb God the most in every sour moment of our life, even in the case of a little scratch on the knee. Trust me Mr. Victim, that scratch is because you tripped on the damaged road, which is an eternal gift by some government authority who, by no means, are even a resemblance to God! Spare him!  And when it’s party time because your darling son finally qualified to be an I.A.S., the same God stands last in the gratitude list , as it’s the highest need of the hour to text and telephone every other person on the contact list, and stuff them with the details on how well the effort has paid off! Not even that plumber who came to fix the tap of the son’s washroom, last year, is spared. After all, if he hadn’t done the deed, the son would have had to cut off few minutes of his study time to walk up to another washroom, nahi? :P
Anyway, from all this overplay, what I actually mean is, we should have some mercy on the divine. He never signed a deal to stay aligned with each step of ours. Going by the old belief, god’s a supreme power whose sole aim is to be the guiding force in his children’s life. The one who believe in him, believe that they’ll be punished if they deviate their path. And it’s the fear that holds them firm. But that doesn’t mean that we’ll drag him to the culprit zone every time we face a blow. Why not just thank him for saving us from the just next bad stage where we could have been standing? Writing all this, I admit I too have been one of such persons, having a one-sided quarrel with the idols in my home, whenever I experienced a setback, may it be the poor performance in exams or a  betrayal in friendship. And I regret that, from heart. Some time back, a satisfactory conversation with me, did make me realize that all those failures were the results of my own imperfection. I scored less, because I concentrated less. I face betrayal, because I leave myself vulnerable. And it were the never expected successes constantly making way into my life account, that pulled me to the reality. We always have the opportunity, it’s just that we don’t try hard enough to realize what we deserve.

Another tendency we hold is to cry for what couldn’t be ours. Again I had been the preacher of this notion too, always fascinated by a better life. But, does any of us knows the end of this ‘better life’? I never realized till a few days back that how blessed I am to have everyone close to my life, still around me, laughing and living with me (*touchwood*), while even some of the purest souls have to go through some grievous loss. Human loss is something I fear the most :-I.
 You all might be acquaint with the phrase which is something like this: “In order to make larger in life, we often forget to enjoy the little things”. This simple line has such an impactful message, and I don’t feel the need to elaborate it. All I’ll say is that once in a while we must thank the almighty for these little happiness.To me, these tiny bits make the best memories. :)…like having three ice-creams a day! ;)
Why run after the ‘best till-date’ technology, when what people are going to remember us for, is our content smile, and the cheerful air about us! So, try to side kick the little notches that come your way and celebrate your life, for LIFE is what you make it! :)

“It’s better to live life accepting what we have, rather than wasting time mourning over what we don’t”.

With this I put an end to this wisdom session of mine. Though I guess I messed up the gist but still hope you had a nice time reading it (Please please, say YES!).

P.S.: While writing the parting note, I had already started dreaming of the wonderful comments I am going to read, so be a good girl/boy, ok? :P

P.S.(i): The P.S. was just fun intended. Please pen down your take. :)

Thank-you !