Everything in this life is temporary. Change is the only
constant in life, as is famously said.
And yet, we tend to deal with every event of life - small or otherwise, with
such permanence that it seems nothing else existed before it and nothing will ever
exist after it.
The most amazing part is that even as we deal with life as though it's a
mythical statuette existing unchanged and unmoved since eternity, we,
as we know ourselves, keep changing without any cognizance of the
Tiny pearls of wisdom keep shedding the cobwebs of ignorance all the
"I am right".
"I am not wrong either".
"One of us has to understand and change, and since I know I am right, it
won't be me"
"Wow! That's convenient!" And a smile broke on my face.
She was still fuming with anger and the humor didn't touch her.
Seeing no counterargument coming her way, she eased a bit and smiled slightly.
"You know it is not right for you, don't you?", she said softly.
"Why do you psych me like this?"
"It's cute, the way you try to convince, that's why", I said smiling
Peace at last...
"Do I speak a lot?" She asked me guiltily. While I
had been enduring most of the conversation, being an aloof being myself, I
didn't have the heart answer her in the affirmative. I got a tad conscious
thinking my lack of interest in the conversation must have really shown. Hence
Rather than answering, I just questioned vaguely "Why would you ask
"I just feel so. I feel I empty one's brains talking".
Guilt driven, I looked away from my work focusing on her... only to see her
leaving my room, chatting away on the phone.
The old lady smiled and left. I was left with the question
still resonating in my head.
"Are you a good man?" she had asked me.
I didn't know how to answer, I stammered "I guess" and she just
smiled and left.
Was I a good man?
There could be so many corollaries of the same question...
Was I a good son? A good husband? A good father? A good citizen of my city? A
good national of my country in general?
Was I a good soul?
I didn't know for sure, but at least I try. Perhaps that counts...
I have wronged, and I have been wronged.
I have hurt, and I have been hurt.
I have lied, and I have been lied to.
I have cried, and I have made others cry.
I have mocked, and I have been mocked at.
I have left friends, and I have been left behind by friends.
I have hated, and I have been hated.
I have spurned lovers, and I have been spurned by lovers.
I have misbehaved, and I have been misbehaved with.
I have not valued, and I have not been valued.
I let go and I lived on…
She stood at the park entrance, clinging on to her doll,
head bowed, eyes askance. She missed her old neighborhood. Everyone knew her
there. Here, she was new - unnoticed by the multitude of same aged kids
swarming the park. She came out to clear her heart of the sadness that had crept
inside. But she was feeling lonelier with every passing moment. Unable to bear
the pain, she turned to go home.
“Lovely doll! Are you
“Her name is Sarah… hi..”
,she said with a sunny smile. “I
moved in yesterday."
I walked into the room,
looked at her and looked away.
She was engaged in an engaging conversation with a group of people near the
entrance of the room. She had noticed me, though she chose to ignore. I could
sense it from the slight fading of the smile on her face for a fraction of a
She's my best friend.
Rather, she used to be... until yesterday.
Yesterday, I gave her a
piece of my mind... made her aware of some unpleasant facts, thinking it was in
her best interests.
She found it easier to
snap the ties.
I find it strangely amusing when I come across this phrase in random
advertisements in the newspapers, magazines or on the web.
Why is daily routine so
dull and well, routine that one tries
to get away to take a break?
I have seen so
many motivational gurus and self help books talk about following your heart
when it comes to choosing a profession as you spend most of your life pursuing
I guess, whatever one
does - passionately or otherwise, sooner or later, falls in the trap of routine
and one has to just "getaway" episodically!
I was in the park I used to play in when I was a kid. My childhood
friends were also there. I was playing with marbles and a ball. I was laughing
my childhood laugh, free and careless. I was shouting at my friends for not
showing up for so many years. I was hugging them and crying and dancing and fighting.
We kept talking. There was music playing somewhere. I made friends with a guy I
had fought bitterly back then. And soon it was time to go.
I woke up with the music still playing in my head.
Was it the same ME in flesh and blood who was present there, talking to that
person, laughing with that person... Was it me?
I came across a very
interesting word today.
It is a noun meaning
- A situation involving choice between two equally undesirable outcomes.
How often do we have to
make such choices. To choose lesser of the two evils. To make an uncertain
move, just to get out of the current circumstances. A choice between the
devil and the deep blue see or between the rock and a hard place.
I feel trapped at times,
and then I think it's all my making... the circumstances, the choices, their
outcome and most interestingly, even the fear of the outcomes!
Religion is a personal
I think it has become
fashionable to say something on the above lines.
Having said that, I’d like
to affirm that religion is indeed a matter of personal choice and discretion.
What drives me up the
wall is that a lot of people, and I am not talking about fundamentalists here,
wear their religious sentiments right up their sleeves, giving away discourses
of right and wrong at the drop of a hat, but claim that it's a personal matter
just when someone tries to reason them out.
Tall talks on such frail
foundations... What sham!
It is simply beyond words
to express how it feels to have one's life changed overnight... over a few
couple of hours to be precise...
Much as we might crib about
our current circumstances, but when they change, it always leaves us groping to
the last of what’s going away.
A new journey ensues,
albeit before schedule… May be it was meant to
be this way, perhaps I had been more sincere with my discomfort with my current
circumstances than I realized...!
Every day is a new day,
to be lived with complete cognizance of its uniqueness. A lesson
My life is the biggest
statement I'd ever make.
Then I could while it
away in booze and drugs, or I could burn it in the agony of a lost love, or I
could let is slip away in envy and mistrust.
We are a product of our
environment. But more importantly, we are a product of our understanding of our
Life is so full of
opportunities, unexplored and unheard of, that it's a tragedy that it's so
short. But the most beautiful thing about life is that we get to play so many
roles in a single lifetime!
Music is so divine!
No matter what genre or
mood or temperament people have, music is never "hated" by anyone. Of
course, there are choices in music, and people confirm with
different genres of music at different times depending upon the mood of
Music transcends boundaries
and languages. It is over and above the most serious disputes. It is
unbelievable how it touches our lives in its unique, irreplaceable special way!
There are multiple
studies done to understand the impact of music on animals and also on unborn babies.
The outcome, needless to say, has been very favorable.
Should I talk? Or
The thing is... we
fought.. and I being me, stopped talking... even on being approached to talk, I
didn't talk... And no, I am not five years old!
The other thing is... that she, my close confidante in office until recently,
is facing a crisis I managed to avoid by acting well in time. Nothing major
that she won't be able to get out… a crisis nonetheless…
If I talk now, it might
seem to be an obnoxious and sadistic gesture on my part. And if I don't...
guilt pangs hurt all the time!
Anger is an interesting feeling... from a removed observer's
perspective of course.
If I look at myself from the eyes of a removed, uninterested
being, I feel I am such a sorry victim of this tempestuous, demonic surge
Anger is blinding, and I can vouch for its destructive
powers having destroyed quite a few beautiful setups myself.
I have been on the other extreme too, where I chose not feel
the pain that would rouse me to those demonic levels, but I felt depressed and
weak. One needs to learn to modulate one's anger as the situation
"Oh C'mon! Which of these men sitting here look like
they want to rescue a damsel in distress? Get real guys! All that is
And she went on in her careless
way, gliding over topics, naming known people recklessly for not so good
reasons to prove a point or two.
I liked her spirit... liberated. But there was little else to that I agreed
with. Some of her comments and repartees were atrociously funny, and I have
rarely seen females risking self mockery, however casual.
But you can’t trash
other people just because you choose a different path...
Prolonged inactivity is
only does it give your brains a lot of time to process and churn out lame,
pessimistic thoughts, but it also renders you totally immobile for a good
amount of time...
it is easy to say one should try not getting into this sort of a passive state,
it is not easy to not fall prey to one. And more often than not, the reasons
for such aberrations are purely circumstantial.
All the while you’re cribbing about the unfairness of it all; the
passivity slowly creeps into your system and leaves you good-for-little-else.
It is so amazing to know how capable we as healthy human
We are sharp and amazingly intelligent.
We have pioneered in so many different spheres of life, and made our world a
better place to live.
But the most humbling of all the great works that people have done for mankind
is devising and professing the various ways of staying healthy and fit and also
controlling one's mind.
Be it Yoga or kick boxing or any other form energy channelization, there's
tremendous possibility for self realization.
Human intelligence is a matter of great pride!
Long live mankind!
I am a sucker for
Even the lamest of discussion with people would seem like an event worth
cherishing when I know it is about to get over.
I guess that's how memories are made.
plain, regular routine things... perfectly forgettable lunches,
uneventful hobnobs... incessant meaningless chit chat..
To say things would never be the same again is appropriate for most of the
changes that happen in life. But another way of looking at it can be that
things keep changing with every turn in life only to add on to the existing set
of one's memories.
How many experts do you
need to advice you?
From the looks of it, anyone and everyone you come across.
How many experts for a given subject do you think you know?
Again from the looks of it, anyone and everyone you come
It is amazing how people are so ever ready to give and
receive advice around us! And philosophy happens to be the most favorite
subject of everyone I come across (including yours truly of course)! It comes
so handy, everyone has one of his/her own.
I guess humans always
seek greater meaning in life and rightly!
I am what I am... but I can be better or worse depending upon how you are with
I like what I like... but I can accept or reject things depending upon how they
I act like I act... but I can get real or fake it all the way depending upon
how true the truth is.
I do what I do... but I can do more or less depending upon how I how much
things interest me.
I think what I think… but I can get rigid or accommodating depending upon what
the idea is.
The last entry of this batch! And I am glad I am
When I came across the idea of religiously writing 100
words a day everyday, I was excited! 100
words are too less to express, and while they are less, it is a refreshing
challenge to express accurately in the limited premises.
When I started off (this being my first batch), I was so obsessed
by the whole idea, that every event was worth pouring here! But I tried to keep
my lousy emotions in check as much as I could.
Cheers to the amazing concept! :)