Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Saturday, 8 October 2011

Losing the numbness

      Sometimes, we don't understand ourselves too well. We need specific people in our life to show us.. to get us well accustomed with the various qualities that add to our personality and the dimensions to our soul.
      Some people tend to enhance these aspects, a few others struggle to conceal them. All that you can do is, know people in your life, don't  judge them, understand them, to realise what they are and they want from you.
      When you come across a new feeling or emotion, its more or less because, somebody helps you to realise that you possess those characteristics. 
      Like.... You know that you can fall in love, only when somebody loves you.
                  You get angry only when somebody is capable of making you angry.
                  You laugh or cry, be happy or sad, enthused or lethargic..
      At most of the instances, there are certain people near and dear to you who help you feel the change. Somebody needs to touch you, touch your soul, for you to realise that there actually exists one. As if, it has been there for ages, unnoticed and numb... and one day, you seem to lose the numbness.
      People who have gone through rough patches in their lives, find offence in somebody wanting to know them. It feels dreadful to find that somebody can actually show you what you pertain to. Its okay to be resentful once in a while. Its okay to enclose all your frustrations and desires into a chest, lock them away in the inaccessible depths of your memories and throw the key in the ocean of your heart. All that really and truly matters is, if somebody finds the key, don't resist unlocking yourself. Let your wounds heal, because only the ones who intend to stay for long, will take pains to actually dive into your heart, and stay there.. without drowning!
      So let go, Take a chance...

Saturday, 28 May 2011

there so many... here just one.


In this huge silly world of more than a 100 billion people, somewhere, in the 7th largest country INDIA, in its 3rd largest state, MAHARASHTRA, lies the worlds most expensive cosmopolitan.. MUMBAI.. where I reside. A tiny individual, who is practically a nobody, without an identity, trying to push myself ahead in the race. The race of wanting to be somebody.
  I drag my weight and push it around the people I love. Just to assure myself that"yes! there are people who don't mind standing behind me, to lead me and hold me when I trip." Or rather somebody who wants to be there for me.. my friend, my family"
But, I've lately concluded that as there is an end to every story, not specifically a happy one, there is a certain end for this story too... which has rendered me with a vanishing of 'WE' and emerging of 'ME'. The death of 'US' and the rebirth of the immortal 'I'
LIFE, IS LIKE THAT!
 Wanting people to quit expecting from you, is in itself an expectation. I stand there with a bunch of my mates, questioning myself.. Will I be able to stand by you in your desperate times of need? and immediately, a part of me pounced and said..YES!! but somewhere... deep inside, I knew.. before I stood up for someone else.. I would be in a situation to be there only for myself!
I asked myself once more... whether the days of joy are truly shorter than the days of sorrow.. And I answered my query... "JOY"  must be redefined. Was joy, a day spent as a spend thrift or a day, saving each penny more to splurge it some time else.
Does happiness lie in enjoying the a/c in the back seat of your car, or taking up the bus today for a nice rickshaw ride tomorrow.
Is fun associated with having a day out with some people and wearing unwanted smiles.. or spending a day in, with yourself, laughing your breath out at  randomly stupid things!

Does life exist in the virtue of counting the number of happy days.. or living each of those moments without a second thought flowing across your mind?
May be I were never meant to be accompanied through the ups and downs of my life..
May be I should have waited for someone to come rescue me.
Or may be just held on for a little longer..hoped for some more.. wished for a teaspoon plus of support and then when none of these come my way.. just shed it all in tears... or simply.. walk the crowd ALONE!!




Dedicated to my dear darling sister.. PARINEETA S. POONJA