Seeketh, Thou Findeth Her

She's the music,

she is the pain.

I wanna hold her hand,

and jump in the rain.

I dream of her,

all night and day.

Her curly hair,

my heart's her prey.

She's a rhyme,

she's a song.

I'll keep her in my arms,

all night long.

They say love is a game,

and I wanna gamble.

It's in the shine of your eyes,

that I'm entangled.

Quite possibly,

a day will come.

When you'll be here,

and we'll clung.

The songs I've sung,

are meant for you.

Baby its you,

for I love you.

Her golden skin,

and innocence.

Make her seem even beautiful,

natural evanescence.

I always see her back,

but she never turns around.

In that blue raincoat,

she makes my heart sink down.

To keep looking at her,

is my only dream.

She's the only one,

she's my final dream.

Scribbling Love

What do writers do?

Blabber, Blabber and Blabber more.

Well actually,

They Scribble, Scribble and Scribble more.

So, this night brings me to more scribbling and blabbering. I will write more shit and continue to write it until death separates me from writing. Well, that simply means you'll have to bear me and my hogwash for the rest of my life and possibly yours as well. Tonight, I am not going to talk about love, I am not going to talk about God and I am not at all going to talk about success or failure.

I will keep it plain and simple.

Well, not exactly my style. ;-)

Love, as we call it. Isn't it crucifying? We keep on thinking about love, long for it and keep waiting for it to happen. What a strange four letter word that plays with our testosterone and estrogen, makes us go weak in our knees and feel butterflies in our stomach. Is it love? Or is it just a psychological disruption? I second my second thought. Psychological it seems to me, after that I have been in love, undergone a heartbreak, fallen in love again and again... and again. It just doesn't stop and it never happened that I was ever in love with two women at a particular point of time. Well, I am no prerogative for having falling in love over and again. I just have a psychological belief that love exists and I keep on expecting to receive it. I see someone, talk to her and in a blink of eye I know that she can be the one or not. I, then, turn my pursuits on and approach. Now I don’t know if that is love or not. However, that is.

When I can strenuously and consistently believe in the existence of God, how can I not believe in love with the same passion? People say love is about understanding each other. I question, if love is all about understanding each other then what is compromising? Isn't understanding the other person's will and suppressing your own, compromising? She likes coffee and I like tea but I am having coffee just because she likes it, is a compromise. Where as love is when he/she prepares a cup of coffee and tea, and they have it together. Well, this stands as a very understated example of a subject that has a much wider scope. A similar example cannot hold good in case of buying a car or perhaps something else.

When you fall in love with a girl, at first she says - "I just want you to love me all my life." And then -

'I want that dress.', 'I want to meet your family.', 'I want to marry you.','I want the TV remote.', 'I want kids.', 'I want a house.', a new car...and on and on and on ...

Then she finally says (something that I call confessing) - 'I want a life.'

Horrid no? People call it a crazy sweet little thing called love.

If I have to summarize love, it would take me a lot more than just a few words and it would take me really, really long to express it. However, I will summarize love in some ugly true words.

Love is - Compromising with yourself for someone else. It is living for the other person and doing what he/she wants. Love is suppressing your own feelings for others. Love is essential. Like I said, love is, strange and crucifying.

They say love is surreal. Love is, but we make it surreal.

Life and Inspiration

So...nothing is static, nothing is perfect, permanent or final.

As the night passes by, do we lose time? or do we gain it?

Do we even realise that in a day we come back to the same position, we started our day from. One by one, bars in life cross and make it either stiff or subtle.

The moon looks so lovely on a full moon night. Nothing incomplete is beautiful or majestic. However, everything cannot be complete. Life will become too dull if things are stark. Where will the inspiration come from?

It'll come from within.

Little changes in life can completely bring joy and make you feel exulted. The subtle changes are not hard to indicate. Life isn't tough, unless we make it. It's crazy how we abandon & ignore the most important things in life, just like a male seahorse. The female lays egg in the male's pouch, keeping trust in him. Though, he abandons the part that should be the most important in his life, his children, just as they hatch.

Life gives us unpredicted results, some in our favor and some against.

The sun doesn't rise or fall. It is stagnant. Yet, we think that it is in motion.

No matter how big the sand house is that one builds, if it isn't made away from the shore, the waves will take them along with them. If it's made away from the shore, the sun will stiffen it and muddle it down.

Life is moving, so are we. The sun is inspiring and deceiving.

You don't wake up from sleep and become rich one day. Sun changes its color but never its course. The difficulties in our life are just the different colors. If we make our mind stiff and determination strong, no matte how many different colors we see in life, we will achieve success & satiate our desires. Even a dog doesn't pee until it finds a perfect spot, let alone the life. Life will strike an opportunity at the right time, if you don't grab it, it's gone. Life rotates, completes its circle and rotates again.

Why don't we fall, when the earth is rotating? You're correct, gravity.

As the sun comes up, the sea gets hazier no matter what season it is. When life tumbles, a similar gravitational force holds us and keeps us from falling down. Our part is only to keep holding on.

Who is GOD ?

God is mystical. God is gender declassified. God is not him/her. God is God.

One shouldn't stop seeking God because for us Hindus, it's the way of life. In fact not just us, every theist seeks god and his presence. I am sure one must have felt his presence in ways more than one. I can claim that so confidently because I myself have experienced it. Again, I would say God isn't complex. He's clean and tarnished. For he has created this world to provide both pleasure and pain.

God has given life and death. There's a pro and con to everything imaginable. Where life brings joy, happiness on one hand, death brings along sorrow, malign and loneliness on the other. However, the beauty of death is that it doesn't affect the soul it effects. Imagine and experience its beauty, one doesn't even know how, the person who just died feels. He lays calm and cold in his deathbed. His brain, heart and body stops functioning but the soul is still there. One never knows, wonders or cares about the soul. It's always about the body.

When god must have been creating this world, he must have thought for a while or may be not because only the mightiest of all could have created such a simple world. It could have not been better. I admire every bit of it. So much for us to see and explore that it is impossible for us to experience every chunk of it in one lifetime. Life is clean, simple if we see through the lens of our soul. Homosexuality, heterosexuality, love, hatred, heaven, hell, pain, sorrow, joy, grief everything comes in pairs. May be that is one reason why they call your soul mate your 'better half'.

Life is symmetrical.

God is and will always be. One can only find him through doing good and just the right thing. That right thing should be right according to you and no one else. Change is good and I am sure God is its favorite admirer. God just loves to see changes in this serene world. Rain, breeze, clouds, tsunami, earthquake et cetera are all kinds of different changes and god just loves them. One may feel blessed and joyous only when he seeks joy. Sorrows are bleak, sometimes even bland. However, one can love them too. Nobody does, but one can.

In a rendezvous with the almighty, I asked him -

"Why everything in pairs?"

He smiled (he loves to smile) and said -

"Life is a mirage. The only thing I didn't create in pair is life. Had I not created things in pairs, life would have had too many varieties. I didn't want to scare your life."

I believed him, took his bow and blessings and only wished to see him again.


P.S: Special thanks to Gaurav Pandey, to turn me enough on to write this post. May God bless you.

A Loner's Thoughts

19/2/2010 Worli, Mumbai - 17:24 hours

The best thing about being a loner is that you have a world of opportunities surrounding you, freeing you of all obligations and bindings.

You are like a free bird, free it seems, that has the whole world under her feet.

Life seems crazy, when the people in your life have left you and you leave behind some of them while strolling around. There seems a strange darkness and an urge for the sun to rise.

(Though) It Won't !!

The sun won't rise until you stand up and confront time. Time is powerful and a strong headed mentor. It is, also a dehydrator. It dehydrates your life if not timed to perfection or atleast close to it. To make the sun rise up again in your closed dark world, you need to stand up and take a step.

Life is great when postured on canvas. The embossed acrylic feels great to touch but, only the artist knows the hard work he'd put in to make it feel like it.

18:01 Hours
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21/2/10 Vikhroli, Mumbai - 2:22 Hours

But of course, who cares about the hard work or the imagination or perhaps, even desires? No one! The selfish world turns up against you and makes you do things you'd never imagined yourself exercising. The myths of life are many and the truths, a few. People, who once have ascertained the truths of life, see the haze around them clearing up. Learning is not a slow process. It is eventually one of the secrets kept away from the minions. Something that plausibly makes it slow or just make it seem slow.

The key is that "there is no key."

(It does remind me of Kung-Fu Panda right now but that's not the shoe that fits the feet.)

You are free, limitless and unbound. Circumscribing oneself is merely closing room for anonymity and surprises because the limits are so tiny from what they can actually be.


2:44 Hours
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How Much I Love

I wish I could just melt your heart,
and make you love me.

Dreaming about you in the lonely night,
makes me so happy.

Holding your hand for the first time,
Oh! that anxious moment.

It tickled me all over,
just the brush of your hair.

The waiting for you to come down,
when time ticked off quickly.

Loving you is I can't stop,
Yes, am mad about you.

The way you walk,
and sit and talk.

My breath's held,
for the deepest sigh.

The transition,
happened so quickly.

From just another girl I met,
to the one for me.

I wish we were in school together,
I would have glanced at you from the corner seat.

Would have given you candies all day,
chewing them you'd have stained your shirt.

Sitting beside you,
and caressing your hair.

Then you'd have known,
how much I love.

It's just for you,
It's only love.

The place I've never been to

There's no sign of dust,

the leaves are lemon green.

A white bird came close to me,

and sang in my ears.

A dark bench in the park,

that rusted in the rain.

That water in the pool, shining,

making wrinkles, a duck that's swerving.

When the sun shone, the clouds insured,

the snow melted, silent n' slow.

A girl sat next to the pond,

thinking about her life.

Her tender lips, mellowed

her hair, they gently flowed.

Rhymes and songs,

that scenic view.

This place,

Where I have come,

Is it the one I wanted to?

Is it my wonderland?

am so much made,

for this place, I say.

This is the only,

My lovely way.

I love to be in this new world,

but that girl, I love her curls.

I thank you god,

for this utopia.

Now I have arrived, to this beautiful place.

It soothed my hysteria.

Another day on train...

When i entered the train, i was blotted in sweat.The first lesson i learnt, on my first journey on the first night right after my last graduation exam, was -

"Be responsible"

I had almost missed my train, thanks to the traffic and i didnt miss my train at all, thanks to poor Indian railway system. We all know how punctual our trains are and how they never get late. However, it was their same habit that saved my ass tonight. As I entered the coach all eyes were glued on me. I looked up in the mirror that had a hazy reflection and one could barely recognise himself in that, I found out that not only i was perspiring as if i was stranded in a desert but my clothes were wet as if I had just taken a bath. I took possession over myself and looked at my berth- S2/19 , thanks to a friend who got my 165 waiting confirmed, courtesy his dad. A guy barely 26 was already sleeping there. I took a deep breath and cerebrated that i will have to do this as well, get him out of my bed for the night. I patted his shoulder to wake him up.

"Is someone there?" Shashank asked me from outside the train.

I nodded in affirmation and looked at the guy again. He acted as if someone had waken him up from a solid sleep, I said to myself,

'Yeah, this is the initiating point of the train, it just got here 30 minutes ago and you are already in such a sedative sleep.'

"This is my berth." I said to him.

He behaved as if I was being humorous. I repeated my words again.

"Can I share the berth with you?" he asked me with eyes full of hope.

"Sorry?" I felt like I have been travelling without a ticket.

"Can I sit while you sleep?" he questioned me again.

"I have quite a luggage with me dude, Sorry but I don't think I can help you." I replied with a straight face.

He left my berth with despair. Looking him in despair I wondered why God put us in situations where he have to deject people sometimes. May be he tests our will from time to time. I certainly didn't win a point there but it wasn't my fault as well. I had so much luggage with me that I had to some bags on my berth. Seeing his dejection I only hoped he gets a seat to survive the night.

The second lesson I learnt on the same trip was-

"Learn to compromise"

The lights were out by half past twelve, normally my time to start watching a movie but i was tired like a cow who had worked all day in the sun. After all that running my dad,shashank and I did with seven bags in our hand, it did feel as if we were running a weight marathon. I was for sure tired as hell. As I closed my eyes, I wished that a masseur comes and gives me a soothing massage that would make me as fresh as spring water. Suddenly I started brushing my feet on the steel net next to my berth. I felt the acupressure working. The pain started to sublime off my body. I continued the process for next 5 minutes, I felt relaxed.

So these were the two lessons that I learnt on my first journey after Engineering. The learning doesn't stop throughout our life. There are events in our life that makes us complete and that makes us truly. This was one of those incidents that are really special and make my life meaningful.

+ or -

Life is considered to be divided among different kinds of energies. Basically there are two-Positive and Negative. We are always told to concentrate on the positive energies. Often have we heard the "be positive" slogan throughout our lives. It's substantial and coherent for people, those who believe in it, to understand what it really is. However, its true gumption is not substantiated.

So, how do we differentiate energies from positive and negative?

How do we subtract bad from an assortment of good and bad?

Suppose a person who wants to buy a car but does not enough have money for it and is diffident. Now he'll attract positive feelings from a person who will encourage him that he'll be able to buy the car. Also, if he gets an increment he'll feel exulted because now his misery will end and his desire will be fulfilled. At the same time, another person who has the same dream and has enough money for it. It will not matter to him whether or not he gets a bonus because he is already in a state to buy a car.

Consider a Situation where a female rapist is assaulting a man. I know it's a bit unusual and funny but in this case if a policeman arrives at the place of incident. There will be a flow of both positive and negative energies in the air. There will be some serious course for positive energy in the man that is being assaulted where as the fear of being caught will instill the negatives in the woman.

So, the probability of an energy being positive or negative cannot be determined. One cannot say that doing this will bring positive energies towards you and hence you will attain quintessence. No, It wouldn't happen. A same situation might bring positives in some while the same incident might engross negatives into somebody else. Thus, the distinction of energies actually differs for person to person. No one can tell you exactly what is good or bad. It is you who has to decide whether a thing is good for you or is it bad for you. Different people have different sets of priorities in life and they live in different circumstances. To negate the negatives one has to think about the positives. However, it is very important to differentiate the positives from the negatives. Two situations might be good and bad for two different instances.

Remember the power is inside us and the choice is ours. It is us, the human beings who made the greatest of things in the world and the same human beings commit suicide and become a curse to life.

The choice is yours, what you want to be and the energies are inside you.

Lucky Books, Kinky Looks.

It was October of 2009. In the middle of autumn, this incident happened. It wasn't the intention that I would some day write about it but I guess it was inevitable. The story starts with a cute girl. Yes, there’s always a cute girl behind every mystery. So there was this girl I met, her name was Zee.

No, she wasn’t Chinese or Japanese. She was Indian, pure hearted and beautiful. Meeting her was another mystery in itself. We met at a bookstore while browsing for books that were unprocurable in the store. While we were waiting for the manager to narrate us when can we find the book? We looked at each other.

Some minutes later he arrived and announced,

“Sir, the book is out of stock…”

‘Like I don’t know, you idiot!’, I thought

“…we will try to make it available to you ASAP.” the manager continued.

I was looking at her, wondering the secret of her gleaming beauty. I staked a 100Rs on Lux.

“Sir, the book will be at most available by next week.” He repeated.

I juggled with the magazines in my hand and uttered, “Oh! …”

Then I pored my thoughts and continued, “Oh Fuck! I can’t wait for that book.”

“Sir, I am really sorry.” said the apologetic manager.

‘As if you ate the book’ I frowned at the manager.

Now the manager turned towards this girl and enunciated, “Sorry mam but you too will have to wait till next week.”

“Actually you two are looking for the same book that is out of stock.” He told us.

I felt as if somebody had injected energy straight up my Ass.

My eyes popped out, I was flabbergasted. I lifted my face to look at her again.

She gave me her most uncanny expression. That was when I closed my mouth and smiled. Now I must tell you about my smile. It’s awesome. When I smile, all my muscles act accordingly and stretch themselves with all the power they have to make the most beautiful smile in the world. :-)

But then she smiled. I couldn’t help but open my mouth again. I was literally gaping at her. I was wrong; she had the most beautiful smile in the world. It was scintillating. That's when I noticed her teeth. I staked another 100Rs on Close up this time.

“Isn’t it….”

She turned around when I was about to make a statement.

I quickly ran upto her and said, “Hi”

“Hi” she replied.

“Isn’t it a sweet coincidence that we both are looking for the same book?” I took my chance.

“Yes! And it gave you a chance to flirt, isn’t it?” She looked at me with one eye brow up.

“Uh…heh...umm...” I blabbered.

“So what do you do?” she asked me.

“umm..I am a final year student.” I said.

“And you study?”

“Engineering. What do you do?” I asked keeping my calm.

“You sound as if no girl wants to talk to you. I am sure you must be single.”

“I am. But you din’t tell me what do u do?”

“See I knew it. I am a class XIth student, Lakshya School.”

She belonged to the best girl’s school in the city. I took two Cadbury’s Shots from my pocket and offered one to her.

“Beta, Mann mein laddu foota?” She smiled.

“No...Hoh...umm...I…” I blabbered again.

She laughed and took Cadbury’s from me. I was lost in her laughter.

I knew from the very first moment that she was different. She actually was different.

She took out a cellphone from her king sized black purse and dialed a number,

“Rajesh, get the car.”

“Nice meeting you. Bye Bye.” She said to me, turned and swayed.

I again ran upto her and stopped her. When I saw her face I knew I was about to get the most sarcastic reply to anything I say. So instead of attempting to make a conversation I smiled and said,

“Bye.”

“Bye.” She said with a smile and retreated.

You must have already guessed how hard the week would have been for me but that wasn’t it. The harder part was that I didn't know if she was going to turn up next week. For the first time in my 21 years of life, I literally prayed to god with all my heart. While praying I opened up my eyes at least thrice just in order to check if God cared to perfect my sight after hearing my prayers. It was a cinematic experience for me and something really cinematic happened next week. Yes, you guessed it right she turned up on that day (and in case you couldn’t guess, you’re too dumb to continue reading). She was standing two shelves away from the entrance browsing some books. I felt as if she was waiting for me. I approached her.

“Hi!” with more confidence I said this time.

“Hi!” she replied with a smile.

Just before I could say anything, the stupid manager came along with a bag.

“Here’s your book ma’am, anything else I can do for you?” The manager handed the bag over.

He then looked at me and continued, “Oh Sir, we have your book now. Should I zip one for you too?”

I gave a frowning smile (don’t ask me about it, it’s something that I do when I am pissed off) to the manager and nodded. Then I turned towards her and looked at her with my best smile on(yes, the same best smile that was second best in the world now).

I got the same weird expression from her.

“I got to go now. Nice meeting you once again...?" she said.

“Arsh, What can I call you?” I made the best use of the opportunity I had this time.

“Zee.” She replied.

I blinked my eyes and checked her out once again and said

“You are Zee?”

“Yes, Zeeyana but I like to be called Zee.” She said and looked at me as if it was a warning for me.

“Ok, Zee and what does your real name mean exactly?” I enquired.

“It means bold.”

“Aah! I know that.” saying I smiled.

“My driver will not be back before 2, I will have to wait now. Shit!” She murmured to herself but I guess girls do this thing quite intentionally. They do it because they want us, guys, to hear to their problems and find an absolute solution to them and so,

“You can read more books or window shop here, no big deal.” I suggested.

“No! I want some coffee. Do you wanna sit at Costa?” she asked me.

I had an adrenaline rush through my body. Two weaknesses, first was coffee and second Zee (yes I fell for her by now), I couldn’t resist the tempting offer.

“Yes, who in the world would say no to coffee?” I accepted the offer.

We went to the Costa, had a few cups of coffee while waiting for her driver to return. Over coffee I realised that Zee was the only child in her family and her father owned car business and so I realised that not only she is pretty, intelligent but she does belong to quite a rich family.

When the bill arrived, I was summing up the coins I had in my pocket. The only thing I wondered was it would be a shame if I am unable to pay the bill. Only when I was iquiring myself about how am I going to pay off the bill, Zee snapped it away. I tried to catch hold of it but couldn’t.

“C’mon you are not paying the bill.” I insisted.

“Oh! But I invited you here, so let me…”

“Sure but next time.” I interruped Zee

“Next time?” Zee enquired with her patent one eye brow up expression.

I was flabbergasted, wondering what to say. Suddenly she started laughing and started scribbing on the bill we received.

“LOL! You are so cute. Don’t worry I was just kidding, here’s my number.” She couldn’t stop laughing and I was drowning in the sea of her overwhelmed emotion.

I was at the same time embarrassed and happy. Embarrassed because I should have paid the bill, happy because she called me cute(whenever a girl calls you cute, it means she likes you).

15 minutes thence Rajesh arrived and we both bade adieu to each other. If you are thinking who paid the bill, I must tell you she did.

3 days later, I picked up the bill that had Zee’s number scribbled on it and took the courage to dial.

At first I dialed the number but hung up without it rang. I thought she had given me the number on her own, I shouldn’t be scared to talk to her. I dialed the number.

A few seconds later I heard a computerised voice from the other end,

**The number you have dialed does not exist. Please check the number and dial again.***

I thought may be I dialed a wrong number, so I dialed again but got the same response. I kept dialing the same number again and again but there wasn’t any alter in response. I was appalled and had no idea what to do. Just when I looked at the clock. It was 1.30 PM, Lakshya’s classes are scheduled till 2PM. I don’t know what struck my mind but I quickly caught hold of my bike and flew to school. I tried to find Zee but couldn’t. I enquired about her but got no positive response. One girl who wore a yellow badge that said ‘CAPTAIN’ said there is no girl by the name of Zeeyana in school. The diwali vacations had started in school and students were firing crackers. Each time a cracker was fired, I heard two bursting sounds. One was that of the cracker, the other my heart’s.

I tried to find her in the city but couldn't, went to the car showroom she aforesaid to be her dad’s and found that the owner was a 70 year old man whose wife died 10 years back and had no child.

It’s been 17 years, I’m married and I still own that bill. I even pray at times that I get to see her once again in my life. Costa no more exists so I go to nearby coffee shops hoping one day Zee would come and sit next to me and I will be able to hear her laugh once again.

Disclaimer:All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Rain...

When I first saw the sky,
I didn't feel what was happening.

It turned from blue to brown and black,
And then lightening struck the mighty earth.

It hit the globe like a boxing punch,

And disfigured its face.

Another one from the left this time,
And two, and three and once again.

This was the time when the rival clouds struck,
and blew each other apart.

You ran away from all this violence,
To save the earth from this war.

Oh Rain, you brought the peace along,
To heal the broken ribs of earth.

You are the joy, you are the ataraxis,
Only you could turn, the world on it's axis.

This was the time when the sky became Orange.
It looked so pure and full of juice.


The smell of soil moved up my nostrils,
and freshened my heart and soul.

Oh! Thank you rain for this feeling,
I could never feel, without you the same.

Now that everyone is calm and afresh,
I Thank thee for giving them some brains.

For there is nothing like peace,
But it shall not remain the same.

This is an everyday game, for it's the nature's duty,
I hope you bring this joy forever and keep gleaming this beauty.

What Drives you ??

Ups and Downs, Crash and Burns, Ice and Fire...

Heads and Tails, Life and Death, Destiny and Desires...

I have always talked about desires and how to avert from catastrophic situations and make a new path. Never did I talk about how do we achieve what we want and how to get our desires and longings fulfilled.

Well, we spend a proportionate amount of time in finding pleasure and containing ourselves into our desires. We spend around 99% of our life upon the fulfillment of our desires. Most of the time it happens that we tend to neglect things after a while of achieving that we had desired.

Yes! Most of the people will agree with me that once after we get what we want we stop caring and respecting for that house/watch/bike/car and for the matter of fact, the person as well. But the real deal is that

What drives us?

-To fulfill our desire.

-To put all our brute force into it.

-To make it really happen, et cetera.

and what really drives us apart from the same?

What is it that makes us insanely passionate to achieve something that we long for? and Why can't we keep that passion inflamed?

It is our new desires, that take upon the older ones. We know that we already have a particular thing so our attention is diverted towards other things that may tend to attract us. Well everyone knows humans are the least endangered species in the world and until humans survive desires won't die. They'll keep on convecting from one person to another. It's like a red hot iron rod blowing heat from its hot end and making us feel the warm sensation when we get close to it. Time and again whenever we get close to things that are appealing we will desire to get them. We put all our efforts into our true desires. The unused power and energy of our body, mind and soul is unleashed. The curtains of our minds are drawn and we enter into a state that forces our body to act in one certain direction that is to achieve our goal.

Our mind tells our body-

"It is that I desire and I want it."

The body responds by putting in all the efforts and making things look sublime to others.

Once the desires are achieved the purpose of the ultimate trio- Body, Mind and Soul is relished and they once again go into the hibernation mode.

This is how the cycle works. Whenever you will generate a longing, if a true one indeed, it shall be succeeded by hard work and henceforth success will succeed it.

Fighting with the Conscience...

It's not difficult to talk to one's self. It is not hard to find answers to many of our questions. We compare, discriminate and make an order of things that are pocket-sized. Fairly the order goes wrong, we fail and we tend to circumscribe our life up to where the things have been working fine. We ask ourselves questions, things start to bother us but do we really think upon the fact that life is not asking us for what we are giving it. It's difficult to fight with one's conscience and break into the young possibilities of expanding one's area of understanding through innovation and thinking, it is beyond concept but it is not that hard to learn from the mistakes that one has already made. Simple things in life makes life simple and unification of the thoughts in association with the moral, integral and significant values of life may make it even simpler.

Standing on top of a building may instill a person with fear and at the same time it might impregnate one with a feeling of power, courage and independence. One has to abduct a burn in order to feel what a flame can do to him, for a flame is calm and composed. A flame does not tell you the harm that it can cause you. It is powerless and mighty. The experiences are endless and the possibilities limitless. The betterment of one's soul and thoughts is directly proportional to the gratuity he pays to himself in the form of self indulgence. A man can only compensate for his duly or unduly transgressions by an act of self analysis. Self analysis is necessary to advance the impasse, a comma in the life. Comma because it's ephemeral and it will pass depending upon one's choice of actions. Life is all about the choices that we make. We make the correct choices according to ourselves but sometimes our choices just do not tend to suit the environment. The redemption is easy, the course harsh and the basic necessity is the self actuation. Just like the old cliche that says "we have to hold our spoons in order to eat the food", we will have to make an effort, push ourselves and attain a state of bliss. For a person shall get what he truly deserves.

Knowingly or unknowingly we make mistakes in life and pay for them. It's similar to the fact that we go to a restaurant order the food which on being served tastes awful and we still pay the bill but that doesn't stops us from going munching at some other joint. Life's experiences are quite alike, we just have to make sure that we do not tread the path we have once already suffered going onto. The destination must not change, but the path should. When a kid is born no one tells him that life would be easy. Failing is not the end, it is just another step up the ladder. It takes in a lot of courage to experience a failure. What is more courageous and dexterous is to double your possibilities after experiencing a failure.

Beyond the Truth

Indian women are a source of inspiration for the citizens of every country around the world. They are Modern, Determined, Powerful, Responsible, Hard-working and above all beautiful. The admirations and praises are too much to be expressed in words, they are simply sublime. One or the other thing urges people to be inquisitive about Indian women. Not only is she Strong and Hard-working but also caring and loving. She is a great manager in the form of mother, daughter, sister, and wife. Today we often see women getting up close with the society and taking decisions that some years back were taken by men. Women empowerment has grown so quickly that today’s woman is independent, smart and more efficient than men.

What makes them stronger is their ability and strong will to compete with their counterpart which makes them stand out in the crowd. Women are inspiring, for there was a time when women in India were treated like slaves and tortured like anything but now they have realised their value in the society and have a reason to stand for their rights.

What would men do if there were no Women??

That brings me to the sad part of the topic that

Is Indian Woman really happy??

What’s Beyond the Truth??

We read every now and then about how women have gained status and how they have changed their life from miserable to worth living. But do we realise that those women who have gained status are not even half a percent of total women population of the country. We fail to understand that there are still women who live in agonies, who commits suicide and who are foisted upon to do things they don’t want to. What enthralls me is that we celebrate the success of those 1000 women and in that intoxication of the success we actually forget that the women still need to be attended and there are needs that are to be fulfilled for the fairer sex.

A girl who wants to study for her betterment is not allowed to pursue higher studies. At first, she listens to her family, compromises and believes that there will be a time when she will be allowed to do things.
After when she is married, she listens to her husband and the agony continues. All this suffering results in silence or suicide.

We really need to unite against the pain, which is being caused to her since ages and even now, for she compliments the country, makes it beautiful and brings the best out of a man.

They say, ‘Behind every successful man, there is a woman’s hand.’

If this is believed to be true, then how can we give pain to someone who makes our lives better? We need to realise the tenderness of time. It’s like an egg-shell, which if broken will kill the chicken inside it and spill the yolk. The chicken happens to be a life, which is the life of the country, Women and the egg is the country, if broken the country will be doomed. It is very important for the egg to incubate otherwise we would kill the life inside it and perhaps the country.

A tryst with GOD ...

I live in a place where God is very close to me in different embodiments. I have a Temple, a Mosque and a Gurdwara along with my house aimlessly projected right in the center of all three. My appetite for movies keeps me waking up till late at night, almost all night infact. This is what an unemployable status does to you. It turns you into a nocturnal, makes you eat a lot of chocolate and write shitty blogs. And so, here I am whining about my unemployability in every possible way that I can. But the message that I want to convey is somewhat different and doesn't concerns with my employability.

As the minutes pass by and the time gets closer, I know that in no matter of time i'll be hearing the prayers from Gurdwara. They start singing orisons early in the morning or as you may say late at night at 3 A.M, everyday with their loudspeakers on full volume. I think the purpose behind keeping the volume high is to make the sound be able to reach most of the Sikhs living nearby or may be they just want to prove that they can be louder than death metal rock. At 5 A.M, the Namaz is recited in the mosque. It was a coincidence that I went out of my room to the other room which is at rest, yes the Restroom, at 5 A.M exact. What actually happened was simply magnanimous and astounding. At first, I heard some mixed up sounds and voices as if someone has put two voices in a mixer and pushed the button. Basically two modulated voices and it was the first time in my four years of engineering that I understood the concept of modulation. Few seconds later I heard two distinct and very clear sounds that were irrevocably sweet and pure. I could hear both Namaz and the Orisons from Gurdwara loud and clear. Each and every word spelt was as clear as the lake water. I was mesmerized at the beauty of God's power, his great creativity that is reflected in each and every iota of this universe. The experience, nerve impulsing and pure. It was surreal. I was spell bound with god's magic and life meant trivial to me. Those five minutes were real and the world stood right in front of my eyes, rather ears.

I always say and have believed that life is simple, it's us who make our lives complicated. Our senses completely rule our body and it is our mind along with the senses that causes our actions. It can be easily understood by the theory of cause and effect. We perceive things in a negative way which is caused by our brain and senses, and we are indebted to our misery. And our actions are the consequences to our misery, which might not be the case every time. It's our dependency how we choose to see things, whether complicated or simple. It depends on us how we perceive things and make our life simpler. We should always try to conceive things in the simplest way we can and our miseries will run far away from us. Our purpose of life should be to make it simple for life is too short to be sad and nature is a great teacher.

Deep Thoughts...

Well, this hour would be a little too late to write a blog rather I should say that it would be a little early for most of the people in my country. Just that I didn't sleep last night doesn't means that everyone's a Nocturnal. Oops! I guess my neighbour just woke up.

Anyways, So "Deep Thoughts"...Thoughts, Cerebrations, Ideas, Mentations, Intellections all are the same. Thinking is a process that every living being undergoes. Its inevitable. A healthy living person has a thousand number of things running in his mind during the course of thinking. Even a drunkard has a number of things going on in his mind even while he is gravely drunk. Its one's thought process that differentiates two human beings who are almost similarly built by the almighty God. According to a study, around a 60000 thoughts (for those who think 60000 is a small number, you can start counting till 60000 and I'm sure you wouldn't cross 500) go through our mind everyday.

Your question : How do i know ?
My answer : Well I saw it on Oprah Winfrey Show and Yes ! I confirmed it on google. :P

The official number might differ for different people but thats not the point that I am talking about here. Its about "Deep Thoughts".

So, Out of those 60000 thoughts that run every single day in our mind what really secernates two different thoughts from being categorised as a normal thought and a deep thought.
It would be highly unripe of me to stipulate something as Deep, because it can be anything for any person. I don't consider myself to be acquired enough to answer this question but I believe, for its beliefs that forms an integral part of a person, that Deep Thoughts are the sentiments that touches one's heart and totally locomotes one's mind and soul. Its mystifying how things can be generalised. The same thing can vividly be so different for two persons.

Life is at the mercy of our thoughts, our thoughts totally control our life in every possible way. But one can thoroughly control them. One needs to have positive thoughts in order to maneuvre success in life. Its very important to have your body fully charged up in order gain that success for

"You have to learn the rules of the game, and then You have to play better than anyone else" --> Albert Einstein


Think over it ... It might put you into a "Deep Thought". ;-)

Desires...

I was just sitting a while ago when I realised that I made a blog yesterday and i promised myself that I will be maintaining the blog this time.

Then I thought, What will i write there...Right now I don't have anything to write..

Just then a thought came into my mind, "Desires".

Suddenly I realised that I have so much to write about.

I quickly put my thinking cap on and started cerebrating and I asked myself.

What are Desires?

What are they?

Where do they come from?

Why do they influence our life so much?

Why is it that Desires never end?

As long these questions were arising in my mind, I quickly Googled (Yes, We all do it) the word "Desire" and the first result was

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desire_(emotion)

The God of Knowledge on the Internet displaying a play of his immense power and yet again captivating my heart. As I read ...

"Desire is a sense of longing for a person or object or hoping for an outcome"

Right, but ain't this something we already know?

Desires, though Ephemeral (so now you understand why i named my blog) are yet so scintillating. A self-motivated person does so much to achieve what he desires. But in the realm of achieving his desire he forgets that what he longs for is just Ephemeral,Transient...It will not stay, as nothing is permanent in life. While a person slaves to accomplish his wants. he loses so much that he should have accumulated. Not necessarily is he going to achieve what he longs for, yet he learns so much in the process of trying. Trying is what gets a person going. Desires form priorities.

A want can be for anything be it Love, or Trucks of Money, or Passionate Sex, or Taking a Revenge, or A Great White Collar Job, or A House by the beach, It can be anything. A four year old might desire for a chocolate while a 25 year old would want to be a CEO someday. When a person achieves what he longs for, he is exhilarated but then new desires take over and he is on another mission.

Where do all these desires come from?

Well, the World is a park and everyday we walk through it. We see things, we hear things, we touch things and we Smell things, we perceive so much that what we see subdues our mind and body and produces Desires to attain them.

Why do they influence our life so much?

As the perception is so strong that once a desire is impregnated in the soul of a person, he becomes restless. The wants become a necessity. It has the power to transform people.

As life is a cycle, I believe desires also form a cycle. This cycle is of never ending desires. It's not about how we will achieve those desires but In the end what matters is that happiness what we achieve with that we desired.