Well everyone says that a thing you already have is much better than one which you see and are attracted towards.
But I tend to disagree. My basic philosophy of life contradicts this statement all together. I always believe that THERE IS ALWAYS SOMETHING BETTER..ALWAYS….
and I believe in searching for that something better. Though it might sound strange and greedy to most of the people but still I don’t think that it is greedy or even strange. Its just about having dreams. DREAMZZ… The word that is the basis of my existence. The word that signifies who I am and what I am.
Yes I am a DREAMER. A person who dares to imagine. A person who believes in being creative. A person who with each breath thinks of something new. A person who lives in a world of his own. A person who is always on a quest- quest for something new , something better- a quest of destiny. This strange urge to explore, to create, to imagine, to seek is a thing that propels me further in life.
So now you tell me is life just being happy with what u have or is it the search for something more??
I think a person who said that a bird in hand is better than two in bush must be pretty tired of trying or rather even scared to try something new. So as in case of sour grapes he said that its better to have a bird in hand is better than two in bush or it might even be that the person had got two birds in the bush but didn’t want anyone else to get the same so he coined the phrase. But till the time you haven’t even got the two birds how can you say that the one in hand is better???
Why are people so afraid to try n loose that they prefer not to try at all?
Why is everyone so afraid to imagine??
Why doesn’t anyone try to dream—DREAM BIG??
Why don’t most people realize that whatever they have there is always a better option available somewhere else??
WHHYYYYY???
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Don’t know what
Lost, Confused, Irritated, Annoyed, Agitated, Frustrated, Depressed, Aggravated etc etc
Don’t know what I m seeking
But m on a quest
Don’t know where it will end
But am not looking for a short cut
Don’t know what to expect
But am hoping for the best
Don’t know where it would take me
But am waiting for the journey to end soon
Have lost too much in this journey.. this so called quest…
I seem to have lost myself somewhere in this journey of so called self discovery..
I seem to have changed.. things have changed people have changed.. maybe reluctantly I have changed too.. but a price has been paid or is being paid for this reluctance..
I feel marooned on a deserted island with no one to talk to, no one to trust..
Just left alone behind trying to tag along but m failing miserably in doing so..
No one feels so right now but I in my heart know that this is all an illusion..
An illusion to keep people around me happy though they might be hurting me bad..
I have reached a crossroads where I in any direction I go I will end up hurting myself or hurting others..
If I change myself I fall in my own eyes
If I don’t then I end up hurting myself ..
I try to choose the option where I hurt others least but this pain that I m feeling is now killing me..
It is making me want to choose the other option but in doing so also I hurt myself by changing myself..
This is not right my heart tells me but what is right no one tells me that..
Its like a doc saying u have this disease which has no cure.. it wont kill u but u gotta live with the pain..
Don’t know what to do..
Trying to figure out but am failing in doing so too…
Don’t know what I m seeking
But m on a quest
Don’t know where it will end
But am not looking for a short cut
Don’t know what to expect
But am hoping for the best
Don’t know where it would take me
But am waiting for the journey to end soon
Have lost too much in this journey.. this so called quest…
I seem to have lost myself somewhere in this journey of so called self discovery..
I seem to have changed.. things have changed people have changed.. maybe reluctantly I have changed too.. but a price has been paid or is being paid for this reluctance..
I feel marooned on a deserted island with no one to talk to, no one to trust..
Just left alone behind trying to tag along but m failing miserably in doing so..
No one feels so right now but I in my heart know that this is all an illusion..
An illusion to keep people around me happy though they might be hurting me bad..
I have reached a crossroads where I in any direction I go I will end up hurting myself or hurting others..
If I change myself I fall in my own eyes
If I don’t then I end up hurting myself ..
I try to choose the option where I hurt others least but this pain that I m feeling is now killing me..
It is making me want to choose the other option but in doing so also I hurt myself by changing myself..
This is not right my heart tells me but what is right no one tells me that..
Its like a doc saying u have this disease which has no cure.. it wont kill u but u gotta live with the pain..
Don’t know what to do..
Trying to figure out but am failing in doing so too…
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
LIFE's BATTLE-- UPTU-the face of terror...
My sixth tryst with UPTU happened today.
Well all those lucky people who don’t know what UPTU actually is let me tell u
U : UTTERLY
P : PATHETIC
T : TECHNICAL
U : UNIVERSITY..
I m a UPTU victim meaning I m a student of this university and had my sixth semester first exam yesterday..
This means I have already faced UPTU monster 25 times and today was 26th time..
Well I started my blog yesterday to just get some frustration of exams, staying away from home etc etc out of me and here my second blog to just vent it all out..Today I wanna shout, scream & laugh like a maniac .. maybe cry out loud, sob, jump off the balcony..or run like an insane person, jump up and down…just don’t what to do to take it all out.. so remembered my promise to myself that I will write to vent out..
So here I am..
What I m feeling today is just a mixture of too many emotions that I can’t even try to define them..
U know its like sometimes u make a fool of yourself when u really wanna make a good impression but in the end screw up..
The same is something I feel.. embarrassed, irritated, agitated, frustrated, annoyed, maybe even angry but I m just finding it too funny to be sad about it.. I mean when I submitted my answer sheet and when I look around the look on everyone elses face-- it was too hilarious.. I forgot all my tensions, lousy feelings, self pity etc etc that very instance and started laughing like a maniac. And all my classmates glared at me as if was some kind of disgusting worm or something like that.. but you know what their reaction made me laugh even more..
It just brought out an irony of life to perspective..
We always fail to see the lighter side of the whole situation coz we r always worried about the consequence..
WHY can’t we just be happy way things are for once drop our cautions and just
“LET IT BE”.. CHILL…
Stop worrying and start enjoying..
I feel that most of us forgotten to find happiness in the feel of those few raindrops on your face or the smell of earth when it rains after hot days or even the breeze when I touches you as if caressing you. We no longer feel happy on seeing the first rays of sunshine coming inside the room just peeping from behind the curtains, or even on seeing small dainty butterfly fluttering on a beautiful rose..
We would rather think of the traffic jams the rain will cause or the meetings that we have scheduled during the day when we see the sunshine, a butterfly fluttering just reminds us to close the window so that such bugs cannot get inside the house..
What have we become ???????????????
WHY are we growing to be such cynical people.. Forgetting to enjoy the small pleasures of life to make way for something that we believe to be better… but r these so called better things actually making our life better or is it just an illusion.????????????
P.S: Plzz anyone who can figure all this out just provide me with the answers too….
Well all those lucky people who don’t know what UPTU actually is let me tell u
U : UTTERLY
P : PATHETIC
T : TECHNICAL
U : UNIVERSITY..
I m a UPTU victim meaning I m a student of this university and had my sixth semester first exam yesterday..
This means I have already faced UPTU monster 25 times and today was 26th time..
Well I started my blog yesterday to just get some frustration of exams, staying away from home etc etc out of me and here my second blog to just vent it all out..Today I wanna shout, scream & laugh like a maniac .. maybe cry out loud, sob, jump off the balcony..or run like an insane person, jump up and down…just don’t what to do to take it all out.. so remembered my promise to myself that I will write to vent out..
So here I am..
What I m feeling today is just a mixture of too many emotions that I can’t even try to define them..
U know its like sometimes u make a fool of yourself when u really wanna make a good impression but in the end screw up..
The same is something I feel.. embarrassed, irritated, agitated, frustrated, annoyed, maybe even angry but I m just finding it too funny to be sad about it.. I mean when I submitted my answer sheet and when I look around the look on everyone elses face-- it was too hilarious.. I forgot all my tensions, lousy feelings, self pity etc etc that very instance and started laughing like a maniac. And all my classmates glared at me as if was some kind of disgusting worm or something like that.. but you know what their reaction made me laugh even more..
It just brought out an irony of life to perspective..
We always fail to see the lighter side of the whole situation coz we r always worried about the consequence..
WHY can’t we just be happy way things are for once drop our cautions and just
“LET IT BE”.. CHILL…
Stop worrying and start enjoying..
I feel that most of us forgotten to find happiness in the feel of those few raindrops on your face or the smell of earth when it rains after hot days or even the breeze when I touches you as if caressing you. We no longer feel happy on seeing the first rays of sunshine coming inside the room just peeping from behind the curtains, or even on seeing small dainty butterfly fluttering on a beautiful rose..
We would rather think of the traffic jams the rain will cause or the meetings that we have scheduled during the day when we see the sunshine, a butterfly fluttering just reminds us to close the window so that such bugs cannot get inside the house..
What have we become ???????????????
WHY are we growing to be such cynical people.. Forgetting to enjoy the small pleasures of life to make way for something that we believe to be better… but r these so called better things actually making our life better or is it just an illusion.????????????
P.S: Plzz anyone who can figure all this out just provide me with the answers too….
Thursday, May 8, 2008
A Tribute to GODS Weirdest Creation- INDIAN MOM
Well the recipe of an Indian mom is pretty simple. Ingredients include major portions of love, scoldings, cooking, best wishes and melodrama. Add to all these a hint of vampish behaviour ( my due regards to Ekta Kapoor for introducing this element) then a spoonful of snide remarks, a dash of fear, and beatings to taste. Mix well together and let it ferment to become a mixture which you can’t really stand but can’t really do without.
Alas, you have an Indian mom-
A person who might just say that the worst decision she made was that of marrying your father because she got you as a result of that decision but at the same time she will cry if you are just sick even for one day and say that you some unbearable pain.
She is a person who might just compare you to Mrs. Sharma's kid who is topping the school and scold you for not doing the same and for playing all the time, while in your absence boast about your sports talent to her friends and family.
A mixture of opposites- a series of contradiction.
She might just bring you most famous Hindi filmy KHEER when you are locked up in prison i.e. if u have the guts to tell her that you actually are locked up- beware of the result because before making Kheer she might just strangle you.
Indian mom is typically a very filmy person thanks to BOLLYWOOD which either shows moms as docile vulnerable creatures whose life just revolves around their kids and can even kill themselves to save their kids or as cruel and heartless when they come with a tag of being a step mom.
She will sometimes be overly melodramatic sometimes and may even fake a heart attack or pretend to faint when u give her a nasty shock which in the hearts of hearts she was expecting (like saying you have this girl you want to marry or tell her that you are in a live in relation—
P.S: Don’t blame me for consequences after doing all these things- you might just be murdered by your mom in the name of family pride)
and sometimes when you a almost hysterical she will provide you with calm composed strength that will even shock you..
She will always threaten to complain to your dad of your misbehaviour but when you demand for a thing she will even quarrel with your dad on your behalf-- confusing uuhhh...
Traditionally she will criticise every choice you will make from clothes, to job, to the beverage you drink, to your friend circle, to the life partner you choose- actually I think its a pre- requisite of becoming a parent- you have to pass a test of being irritating enough
and should be able nag enough- if u fail in this test then you still have a lot to learn a lot about parenting--and once you get this licence you have to really maintain your standards. Yaaa cuming back to the topic mom will always find a fault in everything you do. If you will buy sumthing for her then also it will either be too expensive or too cheap, or maybe out of date, or too jazzy for her, or it will make her look ancient etc etc. This sums to say she won’t even like what u shop for her or for yourself. And if you don’t bring her gifts then you are the miser who doesn’t even value the sacrifices she made while bringing you up and if you don’t shop for yourself then you are burdening her with so much work and are not sharing her responsibilities.
She will be the person who will give you so much of attention and try to please you in every possible way when you see her after maybe 2-3 weeks but within 2 days all that enthusiasm will vanish and she will be the person calling you a lazy sloth when you just try to sleep in for another 5 mins when she is trying to wake you up..
Well moms are almost impossible to please and even if you somehow manage this mighty task then she won’t ever show you that she is pleased.. It will always be a neighbourhood aunty telling you how pleased your mom is of your accomplishment.
But moms are the sweetest creatures in any case. Just imagine your hostle bag emptied of all those delicious eatables- cakes, biscuits, snacks, chips, LADOOS, and yes achar etc etc. Or of the things you will always forget to keep if you pack yourself and the surplus items she forces you to always carry with you..
Can you even imagine that..
She is always worried that something might go wrong even if everything is going right.. a person who will think about you more than you would think about yourself.. a person whose life would revolve around her kids as if she had no life before having kids..
Thats the sweetest nature of an Indian mom.. she will care for u, love you, scold you, bear with you, beat you( sometimes) and moreover show you the mirror whenever you need it.
She will be the only person who will believe in your abilities even when you yourself are not sure but wont skip a beat and scold you when you start getting to big for your boots.
Any Indian kid would tell you what a series of contradiction or mixture of opposites or confused souls are moms...
Rather probably it’s not the moms who are confused maybe it’s just us kids who are screwed up.
P.S.: Really missing you mom and dying for that taste of Rajma-Chawal and pranthas you make.. and even missing your funny and supposed to be evil comments...
Alas, you have an Indian mom-
A person who might just say that the worst decision she made was that of marrying your father because she got you as a result of that decision but at the same time she will cry if you are just sick even for one day and say that you some unbearable pain.
She is a person who might just compare you to Mrs. Sharma's kid who is topping the school and scold you for not doing the same and for playing all the time, while in your absence boast about your sports talent to her friends and family.
A mixture of opposites- a series of contradiction.
She might just bring you most famous Hindi filmy KHEER when you are locked up in prison i.e. if u have the guts to tell her that you actually are locked up- beware of the result because before making Kheer she might just strangle you.
Indian mom is typically a very filmy person thanks to BOLLYWOOD which either shows moms as docile vulnerable creatures whose life just revolves around their kids and can even kill themselves to save their kids or as cruel and heartless when they come with a tag of being a step mom.
She will sometimes be overly melodramatic sometimes and may even fake a heart attack or pretend to faint when u give her a nasty shock which in the hearts of hearts she was expecting (like saying you have this girl you want to marry or tell her that you are in a live in relation—
P.S: Don’t blame me for consequences after doing all these things- you might just be murdered by your mom in the name of family pride)
and sometimes when you a almost hysterical she will provide you with calm composed strength that will even shock you..
She will always threaten to complain to your dad of your misbehaviour but when you demand for a thing she will even quarrel with your dad on your behalf-- confusing uuhhh...
Traditionally she will criticise every choice you will make from clothes, to job, to the beverage you drink, to your friend circle, to the life partner you choose- actually I think its a pre- requisite of becoming a parent- you have to pass a test of being irritating enough
and should be able nag enough- if u fail in this test then you still have a lot to learn a lot about parenting--and once you get this licence you have to really maintain your standards. Yaaa cuming back to the topic mom will always find a fault in everything you do. If you will buy sumthing for her then also it will either be too expensive or too cheap, or maybe out of date, or too jazzy for her, or it will make her look ancient etc etc. This sums to say she won’t even like what u shop for her or for yourself. And if you don’t bring her gifts then you are the miser who doesn’t even value the sacrifices she made while bringing you up and if you don’t shop for yourself then you are burdening her with so much work and are not sharing her responsibilities.
She will be the person who will give you so much of attention and try to please you in every possible way when you see her after maybe 2-3 weeks but within 2 days all that enthusiasm will vanish and she will be the person calling you a lazy sloth when you just try to sleep in for another 5 mins when she is trying to wake you up..
Well moms are almost impossible to please and even if you somehow manage this mighty task then she won’t ever show you that she is pleased.. It will always be a neighbourhood aunty telling you how pleased your mom is of your accomplishment.
But moms are the sweetest creatures in any case. Just imagine your hostle bag emptied of all those delicious eatables- cakes, biscuits, snacks, chips, LADOOS, and yes achar etc etc. Or of the things you will always forget to keep if you pack yourself and the surplus items she forces you to always carry with you..
Can you even imagine that..
She is always worried that something might go wrong even if everything is going right.. a person who will think about you more than you would think about yourself.. a person whose life would revolve around her kids as if she had no life before having kids..
Thats the sweetest nature of an Indian mom.. she will care for u, love you, scold you, bear with you, beat you( sometimes) and moreover show you the mirror whenever you need it.
She will be the only person who will believe in your abilities even when you yourself are not sure but wont skip a beat and scold you when you start getting to big for your boots.
Any Indian kid would tell you what a series of contradiction or mixture of opposites or confused souls are moms...
Rather probably it’s not the moms who are confused maybe it’s just us kids who are screwed up.
P.S.: Really missing you mom and dying for that taste of Rajma-Chawal and pranthas you make.. and even missing your funny and supposed to be evil comments...
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