"Na..Na Na Na Na Na Na..Na Na Na Na Na Na..Na Na Na Na Na Na....."
"Na..Na Na Na Na Na Na..Na Na Na Na Na Na..Na Na Na Na Na Na....."
This tune rings in my ears. From a movie called New York. It's really amazing how the same tune, same lyrics mean differently in different situations. Like this song- I had always liked it, but I perceive it in a bit different way now...
My SPIT journey began with this enthusiasm, this excitement...
"Yaaron...jee bhar ke jee le pal...lagta hai aaj kal...daur apna aayega...
Yaaron...jo khud pe ho yakeen...toh zindagi haseen...tujhe kal bulayega...
Hai junoon...hai junoon sa seene mein...
Hai junoon...hai junoon sa jeene mein..."
Now these lyrics describe very closely what my first year was like. It was starting of a new journey with all the enthu and a hope of makin things come true for me.
Then came the wonderful second year...
"Kahin...jaise koi dhun baje...raahoon mein dekho hai manzar saje saare...
Hum hi...hum jahaan pe...har jagah...sapne sajaane ki hum ko mili wajah...
yeh agar...jo sach nahi...toh sach bhala...hai kya......"
The world-well by that time college started to feel like pretty much the world for us-was full of opportunities. Plenty of things were there to do, which I probably had never done in my life. Participating in various things, hanging back in college for no real reason, interacting with more people...It also provided base to a lot of friendships, which I am sure are going to last long...
Then came the third year...By now, I had realised that college is THE thing for me...It holds many things dear to me. Having created firm base in previous two years, I (and I'm sure many others) dared to do even more, with all the more enthusiasm...
"Yaaron...apne hisaab se...dil ki kitaab pe...kuch toh naya likho...
Yaaron...anjaam ki fiqar...na karti yeh umar...fir kyun bhala daro..."
Yes we had our own funda's, our own equations...We defied some of the unjustified non-sense coming our way, be it a lecture or anythinhg else...
And then, very soon...It was the fourth year...As this final year was proceeding ahead, it's speed seemed to hav doubled, or trippled, or watever...And suddenly following thoughts started to come in the head...
"Kabhi...jo milenge...raaste...pal mein hi chamkegi hasee purani
Toh kaho...kya kahoge...fir humein...kaise chupaaoge namee yeh palko ki...
Yeh bata...hai kya hua...hua hai kyun...bata..."
Well these beautiful lines explain for themselves...I'll keep it as it is...
And merely hours left, before I begin a new journey of my life...The professional journey...I hav left with everything I gained in college, with every friend (at least metaphorically if not physically) I was lucky to have...All the fun moments safely in the ROM...
And the song ends with the same lines with which it began...
"Yaaron...jee bhar ke jee le pal...lagta hai aaj kal...daur apna aayega...
Yaaron...jo khud pe ho yakeen...toh zindagi haseen...tujhe kal bulayega...
Hai junoon...hai junoon sa seene mein...
Hai junoon...hai junoon sa jeene mein..."
And so does the journey...
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
An Engineer(?) and Imraan
It was a normal day. An "Engineer To Be" got up in the morning, went through his usual morning chores, had breakfast, read a bit, had lunch. Very normal day. Surprisingly, his head was filled with no random thought that day.
Then he remembered that he had to take his car to a mechanic for some repair. It was going to be boring but it had to be done. So reluctantly, with an empty head he took his car and went to the mechanic. Sureshbhai, the in-charge over there asked what the problem was. The "Engineer To Be" started blabbering words like "Motor tak patrol pohoch nahi raha hai...Battery perfect hai.." After checking it out a bit, he said "Theek hai ruko...Main aadmi ko bhejta hoon..."
So there the Engineer was waiting, enjoying the breeze flowing. There was nothing else to do anyway. And then came the man Sureshbhai had sent and the engineer was surprised, bigtime. He was a normal person, nothing of that sorts, except that he was a boy of merely 13-14 years of age, maximum!
Some sort of doubt flashed in the mind of that "Engineer To Be" for a few seconds. "This kid is going to repair my car?" But the kid came, asked with a smile "Kya hua hai?" And there was "Engineer To Be" explaining him what the problem was.
As normally as a Doctor says after diagnosing a patient for mere two minutes that he has got a bit of throat infection and it'll be cured within no time, the kid explained what the problem was and said "Ho jayega fataak se!" And he just started working. Well, working and talking.
Imraan was his name and he was talking so casually as if he was talking to a friend. He was talking about various things. As vague as "main rickshaw chalana toh janta hoon...par gaadi mein thoda taklif hota hai..." He was so full of life! He once even got into a bit of quarrel with a fellow mechanic, and the way he faced it was astonishing. No bad word from him as such, but made the other one understand exactly what his point was. He knew hospitality pretty well, for he offered "a Cutting" to the engineer and insisted that he had it.
None of this affected his work nonetheless. He was working efficiently, with minimum tools and applying some simple physics "fundas" which the engineer had learnt. Well, learnt yet somehow seldom applied.
Imraan was a guy who probably never went to school. He wasn't introduced to the "Education" perhaps, and yet he was there, with tools in his hand, knowing and doing things practically, standing on his own with pride. That pride showed in his eyes, the manner in which he talked. Yet politeness never left him. He may not know the theory at all as to how parts like condenser and all worked. But he applied his simple logic to everything and said things that almost always made sense. That was the day "Engineer To Be" bought "tambakhoo" for the first time in his life. And why? To put it near the pipes of the fuel tank and all so that rats and mice don't chew them and destroy them.
And after some time, the "Engineer To Be" had once again started to evaluate his formal education so far. It was necessary no doubt, but not satisfactory. His car was repaired, fuel started reaching to the motor. Engine started roaring with the accelerator and so did the thoughts of "Engineer To Be". He went home with repaired car, lot of thoughts and sheer respect for Imraan.
Then he remembered that he had to take his car to a mechanic for some repair. It was going to be boring but it had to be done. So reluctantly, with an empty head he took his car and went to the mechanic. Sureshbhai, the in-charge over there asked what the problem was. The "Engineer To Be" started blabbering words like "Motor tak patrol pohoch nahi raha hai...Battery perfect hai.." After checking it out a bit, he said "Theek hai ruko...Main aadmi ko bhejta hoon..."
So there the Engineer was waiting, enjoying the breeze flowing. There was nothing else to do anyway. And then came the man Sureshbhai had sent and the engineer was surprised, bigtime. He was a normal person, nothing of that sorts, except that he was a boy of merely 13-14 years of age, maximum!
Some sort of doubt flashed in the mind of that "Engineer To Be" for a few seconds. "This kid is going to repair my car?" But the kid came, asked with a smile "Kya hua hai?" And there was "Engineer To Be" explaining him what the problem was.
As normally as a Doctor says after diagnosing a patient for mere two minutes that he has got a bit of throat infection and it'll be cured within no time, the kid explained what the problem was and said "Ho jayega fataak se!" And he just started working. Well, working and talking.
Imraan was his name and he was talking so casually as if he was talking to a friend. He was talking about various things. As vague as "main rickshaw chalana toh janta hoon...par gaadi mein thoda taklif hota hai..." He was so full of life! He once even got into a bit of quarrel with a fellow mechanic, and the way he faced it was astonishing. No bad word from him as such, but made the other one understand exactly what his point was. He knew hospitality pretty well, for he offered "a Cutting" to the engineer and insisted that he had it.
None of this affected his work nonetheless. He was working efficiently, with minimum tools and applying some simple physics "fundas" which the engineer had learnt. Well, learnt yet somehow seldom applied.
Imraan was a guy who probably never went to school. He wasn't introduced to the "Education" perhaps, and yet he was there, with tools in his hand, knowing and doing things practically, standing on his own with pride. That pride showed in his eyes, the manner in which he talked. Yet politeness never left him. He may not know the theory at all as to how parts like condenser and all worked. But he applied his simple logic to everything and said things that almost always made sense. That was the day "Engineer To Be" bought "tambakhoo" for the first time in his life. And why? To put it near the pipes of the fuel tank and all so that rats and mice don't chew them and destroy them.
And after some time, the "Engineer To Be" had once again started to evaluate his formal education so far. It was necessary no doubt, but not satisfactory. His car was repaired, fuel started reaching to the motor. Engine started roaring with the accelerator and so did the thoughts of "Engineer To Be". He went home with repaired car, lot of thoughts and sheer respect for Imraan.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
The moon
It was a night of no moon and I was bored with studying. So I was just looking around and up in the sky. When I realized that there was no moon in the sky, these thoughts combined with thoughts of secondary body revolving around primary body (courtesy satellite communication-engineering subject) and came up with this.....
Earth circles around the sun
she thinks he's the brightest one
Day time it's energy earth inhales
but during night there is someone else
Calm, soothing moon is comparatively small
but he's the one breaking darkness wall
Sun's brightness shadows moon's importance
does earth think about moon even once
Maybe that hurts moon very much sometimes
maybe that's why very high tides arise
Earth looks up to moon in dark times
moon doesn't disappoint barring two monthly nights
Moon wants to say to earth
"My world is you,
my life has always been
literally revolving around you"
The situation appears to be very funny
after all there exists something called irony
I myself am confused as I write
just a point of view, don't know wrong or right
Earth circles around the sun
she thinks he's the brightest one
Day time it's energy earth inhales
but during night there is someone else
Calm, soothing moon is comparatively small
but he's the one breaking darkness wall
Sun's brightness shadows moon's importance
does earth think about moon even once
Maybe that hurts moon very much sometimes
maybe that's why very high tides arise
Earth looks up to moon in dark times
moon doesn't disappoint barring two monthly nights
Moon wants to say to earth
"My world is you,
my life has always been
literally revolving around you"
The situation appears to be very funny
after all there exists something called irony
I myself am confused as I write
just a point of view, don't know wrong or right
Sunday, April 18, 2010
THE LAST HURDLE...
He's been running...and running...and running...
He's been running in this race for quite some time now. In this race though, there are no competitors. That is, he's not competing against anyone but the time. A Time Trial let's say.
Although he has been running for a lot of time, strangely enough, he is not short of breath. He takes a moment while running, and goes over the memories of the start. Where the race began. It was a slow start. The track condition was neither encouraging, nor discouraging. Climate was also neither hot nor cool. Neither raining nor sunny. He just wanted to wait for a while and take a look at how track conditions go on changing. How the climate stands.
Then he felt like he was warmed up. Or the track eased a bit for him to run. Or the climate just got cooler. Or all of them together. But he felt like accelerating. And so he did. He was making distance very fast. For a period of time, breeze was flowing his way. His legs felt lighter than air. At a point of time, he thought he had lost contact with the ground and he was just floating ahead.
But this was not a DREAM run was it? Soon enough, his feet touched the ground, his speed remaining the same nevertheless. He told himself, "This race is really interesting, but far from over. So keep going." And he continued running. Later on as the time progressed, there came variations in the track, the climate. Sometimes climate was cool but track was rough. Sometimes track was flat, but climate very hot. Sometimes he had to run on a rough track in very hot climate. But he kept going. He knew that these obstacles are not going to last forever. He told himself, "You are bigger than this. And this race is far from over. So keep going." And he continued running.
Soon, as he had expected, there was a betterment in track, in climate. Even if it was bad, he had got accustomed to it and knew how to tackle it. Then smooth or rough, hot or cold ceased to make any difference. He was running with renowned vigour. He wanted to run harder. Because he thought, "The race is far from over."
He had been through so many kinds of places. He had been running up the hill surrounded by grass and trees and and water-falls and all the greenery. He had run through desert sand, beautiful in it's own way. Snowy mountains through the snowfall; in starry nights from villages far far away from all the hussle; on sea-shores with roars of it's waves matching his capacity. He had realised one thing. He had run in a few races earlier. But this race was the most important in his lifetime. And no race in future can probably match the quality of this one, he thought. He had to do his best. He would never get such opportunity again once this race was over. But then he as always thought, "The race is far from over."
Suddenly he came back to present. And he realised---"The race is not that far from over." FINISH-LINE was in his sights now, distant but visible. It struck him hard initially. Because the tranisition came too fast. But he smiled. He knew that the race was going to get over at some time. He always knew. He wanted to run through all the various kind of places and sure he did. Yes this was an amazing race, and it would be sad not be able to run longer. But he knew an aspect of human nature. One appreciates less what he has, and strives more for what he doesn't and tends to value it more. So this would remain the best race he had run, once it was over.
But it's not. It's not over yet. Some distance to go. And there's no question of speeding down until you finish the race, is there? One last hurdle remaining.....And here he goes....!!!!
He's been running in this race for quite some time now. In this race though, there are no competitors. That is, he's not competing against anyone but the time. A Time Trial let's say.
Although he has been running for a lot of time, strangely enough, he is not short of breath. He takes a moment while running, and goes over the memories of the start. Where the race began. It was a slow start. The track condition was neither encouraging, nor discouraging. Climate was also neither hot nor cool. Neither raining nor sunny. He just wanted to wait for a while and take a look at how track conditions go on changing. How the climate stands.
Then he felt like he was warmed up. Or the track eased a bit for him to run. Or the climate just got cooler. Or all of them together. But he felt like accelerating. And so he did. He was making distance very fast. For a period of time, breeze was flowing his way. His legs felt lighter than air. At a point of time, he thought he had lost contact with the ground and he was just floating ahead.
But this was not a DREAM run was it? Soon enough, his feet touched the ground, his speed remaining the same nevertheless. He told himself, "This race is really interesting, but far from over. So keep going." And he continued running. Later on as the time progressed, there came variations in the track, the climate. Sometimes climate was cool but track was rough. Sometimes track was flat, but climate very hot. Sometimes he had to run on a rough track in very hot climate. But he kept going. He knew that these obstacles are not going to last forever. He told himself, "You are bigger than this. And this race is far from over. So keep going." And he continued running.
Soon, as he had expected, there was a betterment in track, in climate. Even if it was bad, he had got accustomed to it and knew how to tackle it. Then smooth or rough, hot or cold ceased to make any difference. He was running with renowned vigour. He wanted to run harder. Because he thought, "The race is far from over."
He had been through so many kinds of places. He had been running up the hill surrounded by grass and trees and and water-falls and all the greenery. He had run through desert sand, beautiful in it's own way. Snowy mountains through the snowfall; in starry nights from villages far far away from all the hussle; on sea-shores with roars of it's waves matching his capacity. He had realised one thing. He had run in a few races earlier. But this race was the most important in his lifetime. And no race in future can probably match the quality of this one, he thought. He had to do his best. He would never get such opportunity again once this race was over. But then he as always thought, "The race is far from over."
Suddenly he came back to present. And he realised---"The race is not that far from over." FINISH-LINE was in his sights now, distant but visible. It struck him hard initially. Because the tranisition came too fast. But he smiled. He knew that the race was going to get over at some time. He always knew. He wanted to run through all the various kind of places and sure he did. Yes this was an amazing race, and it would be sad not be able to run longer. But he knew an aspect of human nature. One appreciates less what he has, and strives more for what he doesn't and tends to value it more. So this would remain the best race he had run, once it was over.
But it's not. It's not over yet. Some distance to go. And there's no question of speeding down until you finish the race, is there? One last hurdle remaining.....And here he goes....!!!!
Sunday, January 31, 2010
This can't be real....
It was an unusual morning. I got up, and I immediately felt something different. No no, wait, it had nothing to do with my stomach or my excretory system, no. It was something else. Let's call it unusual only.
I got ready. Surprisingly, it was 9.00 am and water was still available. Normally, thanks to BMC water cuts, we would be using water from local tank installed at my place at this time. So anyway, I got ready, and reached Borivli station. And my usual train in which to catch the front standing position I have to display some athletic skills, was empty. The front standing position was vacant, as if reserved for me. Reservation of these places-pretty good idea. Anand and Chandan know about this.
So, listening to my music, I reached college. Actually, I reached Vrindavan corner.
God knows why,
I decided to have a chai.
That too in Vrindavan and not in Shetty's. So I entered Vrindavan, and a blow struck me. There I saw Pratap with a hot girl. I went and said "Hi.." And I got to know, from the man himself, that he was on a date with the girl. Whoa..No sooner than I was starting to take this in, another blow came, in the form of "fruit salad". Yes, Pratap and his date had ordered a fruit salad.
I dumped the idea of having chai,
I said goodbye.
I just entered SPCE entrance and I heard singing. It was a group of people singing songs cheerfully. When I looked closely, it turned out to be Nikita, Komal, Rashmi and Sanket Pednekar. Just to be sure, I asked them, "People, is this part of your project?" The reply I got, "Project? Who cares about that?Waise bhi R.K. ne lecture free diya hai. She said ke 'Let the kids enjoy their lives. Yehi to umar hai.' And waise bhi gaane mein jo maza hai woh aur kis mein hai?" As they said this, Gaurav Dobhal, Sanket Godbole and Anand passed by. I just heard them saying,"Kya idiot log hain..Gaane gaate rehte hain..Project chod ke ye sab dikhta hai ye log ko.." Jhol hai bhai jhol hai!
I started moving towards my class. I thought, 'Free lecture hai. Kuch toh timepass chalu rahega class mein.' I entered our class, and there he was. Mr. Vivek Sagale, on first bench, with a reference book. Yes, with a reference book, completely engrossed in it. I just couldn't disturb him. A few benches back, I saw Vicky. I screamed out at him, "Chal yaar football khelte hain." And he said, "Abe pakta hai yaar football mein. Class mein baith ke hi kuch karte hain na!"
After hearing this, I could no longer stay in class. I called up Ruchika and asked her where were other people. She said, she was with Ankitha and Snehal in Bhavan's canteen. I went there, got a Masala Dosa and Masala Paav and joined them. And suddenly Ruchika shouted, "Ye kaun si faltu dishes le ke aaya hai? Ye sab nahi bhaati mujhe!" Before I could reply, Ankitha spotted some 'so called dude', and went off to get his phone number. Snehal reacted, "Kya maza aata hai dudes ke saath flirt karne mein?"
So I got out of Bhavan's canteen also. There was Tanmay, holding out a banner that said, "SAY NO TO DRINKING!" A couple of girls running in track suit passed by me. I turned around to see who they were, and it was Pratiksha and Swati. They were preparing for some race. Itne mein, I got a call from Rupesh. He asked me to come to Kirti mam's lab. So I went there and asked him what the problem was. He said, with a cardboard in hand, "Saala kab se ye circle ke shape mein kaatne ko try kar raha hoon, jam hi nahi raha hai. Please kaat ke de na! In fact, poora gift hi bana ke de na!" I stopped him and said, "Dost ye mere se digest nahi ho raha. Ruk main kisi aur ko bhejta hoon." Bahar nikalte hi mujhe Amey Patil mila. I asked him to go and help Rupesh out. He said, "Sure. Plus achche handwritting mein usko kuch likh ke bhi deta hoon. Aakhir Chandan ne mujhe achchi handwritting sikha di hai!"
I decided not to try my luck any more and to go home. But as I was getting into the lift on 5th floor, a group of G.T., Ankit Shah, Gurtej, Chandan, Ann, Himali and a few others came out of the lift. G.T. said, "Alas Omkar we found you. Please teach us this chapter from XYZ subject. None of us understand it." Inside my head I said, "What the hell?" But my hands were taking out 'Reference Book of XYZ' from my bag, my feet were taking me back into the class along with all the scholars, my mouth started saying words from the book, they all seemed to understand what I was saying, I had no control over what was happening, and........
And I woke up. Thank god I woke up. Of course this can't be real. This just can't be. But can some bits of this dream turn out to be true? You never know! After all Life Is Interesting!!
I got ready. Surprisingly, it was 9.00 am and water was still available. Normally, thanks to BMC water cuts, we would be using water from local tank installed at my place at this time. So anyway, I got ready, and reached Borivli station. And my usual train in which to catch the front standing position I have to display some athletic skills, was empty. The front standing position was vacant, as if reserved for me. Reservation of these places-pretty good idea. Anand and Chandan know about this.
So, listening to my music, I reached college. Actually, I reached Vrindavan corner.
God knows why,
I decided to have a chai.
That too in Vrindavan and not in Shetty's. So I entered Vrindavan, and a blow struck me. There I saw Pratap with a hot girl. I went and said "Hi.." And I got to know, from the man himself, that he was on a date with the girl. Whoa..No sooner than I was starting to take this in, another blow came, in the form of "fruit salad". Yes, Pratap and his date had ordered a fruit salad.
I dumped the idea of having chai,
I said goodbye.
I just entered SPCE entrance and I heard singing. It was a group of people singing songs cheerfully. When I looked closely, it turned out to be Nikita, Komal, Rashmi and Sanket Pednekar. Just to be sure, I asked them, "People, is this part of your project?" The reply I got, "Project? Who cares about that?Waise bhi R.K. ne lecture free diya hai. She said ke 'Let the kids enjoy their lives. Yehi to umar hai.' And waise bhi gaane mein jo maza hai woh aur kis mein hai?" As they said this, Gaurav Dobhal, Sanket Godbole and Anand passed by. I just heard them saying,"Kya idiot log hain..Gaane gaate rehte hain..Project chod ke ye sab dikhta hai ye log ko.." Jhol hai bhai jhol hai!
I started moving towards my class. I thought, 'Free lecture hai. Kuch toh timepass chalu rahega class mein.' I entered our class, and there he was. Mr. Vivek Sagale, on first bench, with a reference book. Yes, with a reference book, completely engrossed in it. I just couldn't disturb him. A few benches back, I saw Vicky. I screamed out at him, "Chal yaar football khelte hain." And he said, "Abe pakta hai yaar football mein. Class mein baith ke hi kuch karte hain na!"
After hearing this, I could no longer stay in class. I called up Ruchika and asked her where were other people. She said, she was with Ankitha and Snehal in Bhavan's canteen. I went there, got a Masala Dosa and Masala Paav and joined them. And suddenly Ruchika shouted, "Ye kaun si faltu dishes le ke aaya hai? Ye sab nahi bhaati mujhe!" Before I could reply, Ankitha spotted some 'so called dude', and went off to get his phone number. Snehal reacted, "Kya maza aata hai dudes ke saath flirt karne mein?"
So I got out of Bhavan's canteen also. There was Tanmay, holding out a banner that said, "SAY NO TO DRINKING!" A couple of girls running in track suit passed by me. I turned around to see who they were, and it was Pratiksha and Swati. They were preparing for some race. Itne mein, I got a call from Rupesh. He asked me to come to Kirti mam's lab. So I went there and asked him what the problem was. He said, with a cardboard in hand, "Saala kab se ye circle ke shape mein kaatne ko try kar raha hoon, jam hi nahi raha hai. Please kaat ke de na! In fact, poora gift hi bana ke de na!" I stopped him and said, "Dost ye mere se digest nahi ho raha. Ruk main kisi aur ko bhejta hoon." Bahar nikalte hi mujhe Amey Patil mila. I asked him to go and help Rupesh out. He said, "Sure. Plus achche handwritting mein usko kuch likh ke bhi deta hoon. Aakhir Chandan ne mujhe achchi handwritting sikha di hai!"
I decided not to try my luck any more and to go home. But as I was getting into the lift on 5th floor, a group of G.T., Ankit Shah, Gurtej, Chandan, Ann, Himali and a few others came out of the lift. G.T. said, "Alas Omkar we found you. Please teach us this chapter from XYZ subject. None of us understand it." Inside my head I said, "What the hell?" But my hands were taking out 'Reference Book of XYZ' from my bag, my feet were taking me back into the class along with all the scholars, my mouth started saying words from the book, they all seemed to understand what I was saying, I had no control over what was happening, and........
And I woke up. Thank god I woke up. Of course this can't be real. This just can't be. But can some bits of this dream turn out to be true? You never know! After all Life Is Interesting!!
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Always moving ahead..
It happened a few days ago. I had come to college in the evening. Tired from a nightout the previous night(lack of sleep I mean to say) and a 3-hour GD-PI session in class just minutes ago, I reached college. I was to meet my friends. But it turned out, they still had an hour or so to come. I thought, what can I do? My thoughts could easily wander on the lines, "shit yaar..I'm bored..I'll cancel the plan and go home". But I thought, let's do something else. So I decided to go and sit in the temple in the campus. It was such a relaxing experience. I didn't actually sleep, but it gave me what I needed.
This always happens, with almost everyone at one point of time or another. One's life comes to such terms that he doesn't know what to do. He has time but no clue as to how to utilize that time. It is often heard, "Kuch karne ko hai nahi re...bas so raha hoon..". For ones who just love sleeping, great thing. But for some idiots such as me, sleeping for more time than what your body and soul asks for, doesn't even account for as a choice. And the choice isn't even needed.
There's so much to do around, it just needs to strike to onself. Life never becomes stagnant. There are so many things to explore, it just needs a little bit of thinking. If seen with right perspective, there's joy in almost everything(I asked myself immediately, "What joy you had whole last month while studying for stupid exams?" I thought twice and still dared to make this statement). There are so many things we don't know. Of course, hardly any of them seem important as to not miss out on. But still, what harm is in it, just in trying out? Who knows, what seems unimportant today may turn out to be the silver-lining of your life tomorrow..
One may feel, I have done everything I was supposed to do. Think again, and try something else if you actually have done everything you are supposed to do. If one feels, "I have accomplished everything! I'm the supremacy..", congratulations. But still there ought to be something missing. Try and find that out. If one thinks "I am just a waste of space. I haven't done anything..", well, even more congratulations. Because you have nothing to loose and everything to gain.
Some feel that I know very well the people around me and then live with those respective images of those people. There's almost always something more about every personality, and sometimes there's a chance that you have overlooked a thing here and there. By chance or deliberately, different issue. I, for an instance, am still getting to know things(I dont mean gossip here..although I confess I enjoy a bit of that also) about many people with whom I spent many years..Most of these things are good. Many even tend to overestimate themselves by saying, "I know myself very well". A slim chance of that being wrong also. There's so much to explore even about yourself!
All I'm saying is that never stop in a phase permanantly. Look back, see what all you have got, take a break every once a while and set out to enjoy the journey of life again. More than anyone else, I tell this to myself. Be happy with whatever you have, and make others happy too. Happy new year to everyone.
Cheers!!!
This always happens, with almost everyone at one point of time or another. One's life comes to such terms that he doesn't know what to do. He has time but no clue as to how to utilize that time. It is often heard, "Kuch karne ko hai nahi re...bas so raha hoon..". For ones who just love sleeping, great thing. But for some idiots such as me, sleeping for more time than what your body and soul asks for, doesn't even account for as a choice. And the choice isn't even needed.
There's so much to do around, it just needs to strike to onself. Life never becomes stagnant. There are so many things to explore, it just needs a little bit of thinking. If seen with right perspective, there's joy in almost everything(I asked myself immediately, "What joy you had whole last month while studying for stupid exams?" I thought twice and still dared to make this statement). There are so many things we don't know. Of course, hardly any of them seem important as to not miss out on. But still, what harm is in it, just in trying out? Who knows, what seems unimportant today may turn out to be the silver-lining of your life tomorrow..
One may feel, I have done everything I was supposed to do. Think again, and try something else if you actually have done everything you are supposed to do. If one feels, "I have accomplished everything! I'm the supremacy..", congratulations. But still there ought to be something missing. Try and find that out. If one thinks "I am just a waste of space. I haven't done anything..", well, even more congratulations. Because you have nothing to loose and everything to gain.
Some feel that I know very well the people around me and then live with those respective images of those people. There's almost always something more about every personality, and sometimes there's a chance that you have overlooked a thing here and there. By chance or deliberately, different issue. I, for an instance, am still getting to know things(I dont mean gossip here..although I confess I enjoy a bit of that also) about many people with whom I spent many years..Most of these things are good. Many even tend to overestimate themselves by saying, "I know myself very well". A slim chance of that being wrong also. There's so much to explore even about yourself!
All I'm saying is that never stop in a phase permanantly. Look back, see what all you have got, take a break every once a while and set out to enjoy the journey of life again. More than anyone else, I tell this to myself. Be happy with whatever you have, and make others happy too. Happy new year to everyone.
Cheers!!!
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