When someone around you is in pain

Say a joke; see if he still can laugh

Say something silly; see if he is still present to correct you

Do mistakes; Let him try and help you out

Do blunders; see he will scold you and vent his frustration out

Bitch with him; He will take other’s case and forget about his problems

Have a fight with him; let him bear this and get his mind off the other pain

Beat him up; again the pain is physical (don’t break his leg or something)

Take him for a ride or adventure; Thrill thralls pain

And even after this if it doesn’t improve then take him to a hill and dhakka de do saale ko ( push him from hill)

Used or Served??

Ok I am being told that my blog s turning to a dark blog but believe me I don’t care about the image.. I d rather write whatever I think I should… so here s another one….

Have you ever seen a pile of garbage, the ones you can sometimes find near garbage bins? And have you ever seen a clean dustbin with a single crushed and mashed napkin lying in it? So let us take the latter case coz its more easy to imagine and relate. So just think, had that napkin had been feeling lying around there? Used? Or having a sense of served the purpose?

 

 

“My thoughts in the next post.. Meanwhile you are free to pour in yours..  ( you have a week for that)”

Two styles to paint life!

There are painters in this world who are respected than there are those uncelebrated. But when all painters paint, every painting is as fresh a project as raising a new child.

But in essence the process of paining is either of 2 types. In the first style of painting a painter has a vision and knows exactly what he is painting. They know what will be where in the scene they are rendering. Most of the portraits are a result of this clearly. These painters never stroke their brush until and unless they are sure what is that they want there. Measured and clear they live their life risk free by planning ahead their painting.

Then there are the others. Others, who are neither devoid of any inspiration nor bound by it. Those who don’t paint their paintings but those whose paintings paint themselves. The painter starts painting and then the brush and colors takeover. The colors manifest themselves and so does the destiny of the art. These painters flow with the time and painting and come up with art that has created itself. These painters don’t shy away from giving the brush of their life in the hands of destiny.

Both the painters live together in harmony with each other in this world. However it’s difficult to guess after having a look at the painting that which of the two painters painted it.

Hoslon ki Udaan

So this post is inspired by someone’s FB status message I read today

“ Pankhon se kuch nahi hota, hoslon se udaan hoti hai”

You think everyone knows it? Everyone may ‘Think they know’ this but they don’t KNOW this.

It has happened many a times, I have seen people giving up on stuff just way to early. They call it early wise judgment. I call it crap!! Well it can’t obviously be generalized but you see those who can’t make that early judgment will lose on many occasions but those who do, will never make it extraordinary. Mind it, your second choice is always going to come before your first, and if you don’t have the confidence that you can get to the 1^st you will invariably settle for 2^nd.

It disturbs me a lot when people have so much uncertainty about if they deserve something or not, or if they can achieve something or not. I understand that this may be ingrained in their minds due to various experiences in their life but let me put it blunt if Life has not been fair till now it doesn’t mean it can’t become now(try gifting it a Fair & Lovely).

This is where Child Philosophy comes in handy. Ever wondered, had you backed down the first time you fell from your cycle, you could have never learnt to ride it?

Being a kid in this cruel world has many of its disadvantages but to make things happen you need to keep your child alive to make it big. Because let’s face it, the best part in a child is he has no memories of failures and I guess that should do the trick for us adults, NO EXTRA BAGGAGE.

Realization

Its 4: 18 in the morning and something has dawned over me that is not letting me sleep. It is the realization that there has been a lost couple of years in my life, which in short is my MBA life that I have spent without the craving to improve. Barring my 2 months at my internship which I spent well learning stuff I had pretty much stopped my time being contended being myself and being where I was . In fact it seems to me that I may have moved backwards. So in essence I don’t know what s going around in the world.

A realization is nothing if you don’t do anything about it. So I have decided to do something about it. So basically I need to improve in everything around me. So in short it means I am not done yet. The only conflicting thought that comes to my mind is where to draw the line. I know girls are usually very good at it and in fact manali keeps on telling me to get my priorities straight but that s the way we are, I mean messed up jokers who would always walk to one extreme or the other and lose a lot on the way.

So basically again it’s a pledge to set things straight, get priorities right and do what is meant to be.

 

PAIN!!

“Kuch nahi…its human to be low sometimes….nai?”

A comment by a friend of mine made me think about pain. I know it may not make sense to many, but it did to me.

What is pain? Is it always painful or say undesirable? In my view yes it is. For when you start enjoying the pain it’s no pain anymore.

Ever wondered something? When we used to be a kid, even a supposedly gentle nudge by anyone used to be much painful. The pin of the tetanus injection used to be a monster. In fact once I had an operation and I used to go for dressing to a local clinic, the doctor told my family not to bring me there but he will come to my house to do it; I used to create such a racket that his patients used to flee.  But when I grew up, slaps from teachers or those+ very same injections seem to be pretty normal and pain free. Certainly either my tolerance has increased or the definition of pain has changed.

But when I see elsewhere we all adults are tied in a similar phenomenon. No one considers the old pains pain anymore. But there is something else that has become more undesirable or painful. In short if I say the definition of pain has moved inwards; from skin to heart. How many times did we hear children going into depression when they lost a friend (or even a gf/bf as shown in the sweet McD ad). The pain that we adult feel, and that included just not the ones from love but also loneliness, worthlessness, ego etc, are probably much greater for us and obviously in our opinion is no match to those childly pains of injections and nudges.

But ever consulted a child on that? Probably you will be scoffed at. I don’t know who is correct and whose pain is more painful. But one question Is any pain even worth a discussion or thought?

Dreams and Reality

First of all I am so sorry for not posting yesterday. I promise to make it up. Probably it was a result of being on bed and n medication that I couldn’t post.

But yeah a weekend truly spent sleeping all the while, one I always wanted. One of my friend had suggested me that probably bed rest recommended by a doc is the best time to think about your life and internalize. But however important it may be, it can never be as fun as the dreamland of mine. Oh I so much love just lying down and coming in and out of my sleep. So much love it when you are awake but stay as much in your dream.

It is really lovely when the dream and reality become inseparable. I really would appreciate it if I get to a stage when normally I attain this feeling. When your life is just a dream and your dreams become a reality. When you know that any suffering in this life is not real and when you know all the happiness in your dreams is real.

This would be what I would call the ‘Nirvana’.

 

Congrats Pratyush!!

So it’s a really really happy day on campus for me. My best friend on campus, Pratyush has got a job and I am extremely happy and trying to figure out a way to to get it out ( for I cant dance or jump around, since its only the first day of my F***** 3 day bed rest ). So it feels really good to at least be able to write that down, not that you can express feelings in words, and get it out using any available moving parts of my body i.e. my fingers for typing.

Now we 3 have a job and still 2 months to spare in college. The last one and a half years have just flashed through and have seen many ups and downs but mostly ups when hours were spent having laugh riots and dayz spend while studying ( sssshh no one needs to know what all we did), there were outings the nights before our exams. Pratyush is my first friend on campus and a lovely one too.

I know 😡 u r reading this to zyada nahi likhunga nahi to tu udne lagega.

So where I was? Yeah, so yeah now PS and PG are both placed and so we possibly have a huge quota of bakar to be still CUT(I didn’t know what you do to bakar in English :))

Finally many many congratulations to Pratyush Shastri for your success and all the best for your future (which I already  know would be bright 🙂 )

SHAME!!

So it happens to anyone and everyone to us. We criticize the government for corruption, politicians for their demeanor, actresses for their smaller dresses and frivolous affairs and what not. And everyone and mind you, Everyone, here behaves as if he is actual representation of Ram Rajya in this world and is the perfect person on earth.

And one of those people is me. I stopped cheating in exams once I figured it is wrong. I would certainly not indulge in things that I think are wrong. But the best part of not doing wrong is that you get to decide what is right and what is wrong for you.

For I decide that cheating in exam is wrong but copying an assignment is not! For I get to decide that drinking alcohol is bad but having it as an ingredient in your high profile supper preparations in not. These things don’t get you and your soul. Probably, because it is finally about PERSPECTIVE.

But in spite of always thinking that what I do is right and feeling proud about it, I was put to shame by a frivolous action of greed. Today I ordered a pasta parcel at an outlet and when I went back to get it the waiter handed over me a packet with pasta and garlic bread. Confused I thought maybe he has given me someone else’s packet. I went out then realized it is wrong and turned back.  But then again changed my mind saying may be it is meant to be. And finally came down to my bus screwing my integrity. And probably the extra bread sufficed for all my guilt.

Then suddenly I realized something. It was the complimentary bread u get with pasta. The feeling of shame got me. I bet it was not anger on my foolishness but pity on my small thinking. It is not because I did something wrong but in fact because my intentions became wrong. On the judgment day if I am asked why I did this, I can’t even blame PERSPECTIVE.

At times your higher sins may be forgotten, but the smaller sins that you do may never leave you.

 

Standing up for myself

After signing on for the ‘Post a day’ at WordPress, the whole day went about thinking about the stuff I will blog about. Already it seems that the life has upgraded from what should be my facebook status to what I will I blog about today.

So it was a plethora of topics that I siffled through over the full day but finally as it usually happens what I remember the most i.e. the latest that happened is what I am going to blog about.

So now usually my line of thinking has been to take it all unto me and give back a smile. So whether it be some sarcasm or some jibes thrown over at me, the response was always to smile or at most just be quite. In spite of it not get my heart and soul sour and never ever give it a second thought.
But just a small incident that happened while I was coming back to campus from city made me revisit my thoughts or probably my strong held beliefs. So, let me make it very clear that it’s just revisiting them and not challenging them yet.

So it happened when over a menial comment of a friend I felt a question deep inside me. Why is that even when other people may not agree with one another or may be think in some way similar to me always end up standing on the other side than where I do. So this happens every time whether I am in an argument or its just a casual jokes and comments. It inevitably happens that my friends end up on the other side and I feel alone.

So this post is not about my internalization of what is going wrong, but just a statement to me that I am bloody well sick of standing alone. So if it can’t happen that there is someone standing with me than I would better not stand there at all. So it’s a decision to not take it anymore. Coz probably my say nothing needs to be in limits after which it becomes oppression.