In Search of a New Dimension

I guess human beings are always wrong .. they have been in search of worldly pleasures money, love and more money &  more love & more more money and more more love. But once you lose either of them .. you feel robbed.Well in the first case i.e. money, you actually are robbed but in the second case you are robbed of your soul. Everything loses its lustre and gets freakishly depressing. The similar stage attained by the body may be so attuned to the depression that Charlie Chaplin will have to face a daunting task to make u laugh.

Life was never a bed of roses for anyone. The sooner one realises that he should often evaluate  and not weigh his potential on emotional quotient but the ability to meticulously use the cerebral stigma, which one can rarely utilise, the better odds one gets with life. Life is more of a poker table. Cards are dealt and the odds can be favourable or so worst to make you lose yourself.  When properly charted and analysed each and every activity with proper reasons we shall be able to conclude that most of our strengths are on the basis of our emotional dogma. How do we overcome this? How do we focus on the actual stigma that we possess. Is it really difficult to do so ? Will we always be stuck in this rut?

The answer lies in the search of this new dimension. This is a well known dimension in physics and real life but when it actually integrates with our brain, things take a whole new shape.

This dimension is nothing but time. We are always in dearth of time. Every day we follow the routine and try to give value to our twenty four hours. When I came across the most common proverb “ A stitch in time saves nine”, my subconscious pondered, without making new additions, to this particular thought. The thoughts kept ravaging my soul and ultimately I concluded that time doesn't stop for anyone. Earlier one used to justify time to values. Now time is just a moment which we let it go as its just a useless metal . Time is an anthracite carbon that might be valued when properly utilised i.e. turn into the category of diamond.

So stop letting your emotions or activities control you and gives wing to the precious time, which you had been wasting up until now. Behold the time because nothing is more precious than time. Money can be re-acquired or earned. Love can find its own place but if Time is not under your control …all you profit is PENANCE.

Go and acquire your wishes.
Be true to yourself.
Save Time.
Time is money.

Stop moping around what's gone is never returning back. If it does, its always tainted and will fetch no good to your peace.

ADDICTION

It's strange how many kinds of addiction there are possible. It would have been easier if it were the cliched cigarettes, alcohol or drugs. But I guess its something worse. Well people may think otherwise. That's what brings in the motivation for the Addiction.

Often, too often things start as a part of life. We are happy with it. We enjoy it. We savor every moment of it. Its delectable. We don't even get to know that with every climbing day we raise our level of addiction and at some point it crosses the line. We get too obsessive, compulsive and out of our control.

But why this addiction? What do we want from it? It's the high we are chasing. The high that makes everything fades away, every other thing fades.One thing about addiction is that it never ends well. As the thing which was making us high starts feeling bad and it starts hurting, more and more with each day.

The hardest part of kicking a habit is wanting to kick it. I mean we get addicted for a reason, right? People say we don't kick the habit until we hit the rock bottom. But how do we realize that we are at the rock bottom?

Amongst all these I have realized that addiction no matter how bad it is hurting us, letting it go hurts even more.

Chasing Pavements

The silence is enthralling. I can hear the wind gushing by. The faint lights were approaching with a gurgling roar and putting the scene back into black sporadically. By this time, the dissonance of my transport was already in resonance to my system and was no more a trouble. The trees and mountains were as if humming with a constant pitch. The person behind, had been conversing with his love for about an hour. I’m not eavesdropping type but couldn’t just ignore the frequent acceptance of their love for each other. This definitely brings some smile to my bemused face and makes my eyes watery. The fellow passenger seems to have a tiring day and he took my shoulder as a sub for a pillow. I didn’t mind. There are many more things disturbing me and this barely has any significance. 

I have never been in such a situation; dilemma has been overpowering me since I took off. How will she react? What should I say to her? What if she starts laughing? What if she disagrees with me? 

I look outside the window; the moon has a beautiful shape, reminding me of my crazy friend who loves gazing at the moon, and the valedictory college trip. It was a beautiful journey and the fun we had is still unrivaled. It is all about that trip. That pact we made under a dim street lamp on a path to nowhere, just because we had nothing better to think and do. That moment of glory and freedom as our college was over and we all soon would be professionals.

She was the best thing that could have happened to me. Each moment spent with her was so amusing, and totally drove me nuts. With each passing day I felt I was getting locked up in the chamber of thoughts about her. I knew I was not going to be out of it. This unknown girl came from no-where and was already becoming everything of my life. We are so opposite. She is a typical Aries and me a Capricorn. We will never make a good match. She thinks so deep and I cannot let the kid in me go. She is so neat and me so random. She plans to meet me a week in advance and I agree to cancel later. She shouts, I apologize (Guys don’t have choices right). But there is this compatibility and understanding in being opposite which enhances the friendship.

A, S, V and me, we four were tied to this pact because of the romantic appeal of the place. Its serenity enticed us to come back here again. The home of Dalai Lama, his name itself makes it sound so appealing and perfect for the deed. We were supposed to be back here with our better half or girl friend or with the girl holding supreme importance to your life. A, S and V all three have found their ones. It was just me who is out of league, single and stranded waiting for a shooting star in my life. There is a huge Irony; when the pact was made, I was dating and all three were single and now, HUH!! The time is running by and everyone is waiting for me. Actually they are waiting for her to say YES, but no one knows yet that they are waiting for her in real. She is as much mystery to them, as her decision is to me. I cannot tell the world. Even if I say, that won’t be enough because I didn’t say it to her. That’s what I exactly need to do to be with her. 

She has a knack of having everything perfect in her life. From her cupboard to her attire, and of course the perfect husband to be. I am not perfect. I despise myself tonight. Why am I not so perfect? Why I live life so callously? Why? Being a free-bird was never regretted until today. 

There is no doubt in my mind where she belongs. I don’t need to think it over of being wrong or right. Is everything really meant to change? 

The only thing I fear is the pitch darkness ahead of me leading me nowhere.

!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM !!!!!!

Today is the 19th of March. This day every year brings unbounded happiness in my life. This day is the day of the person who is responsible for my existence. This person is the reason for giving me the best gift in the world, my sissy. This day brought into the world the person who makes me smile even in the most painful moments. This is the person because of whom I have grown up in the best possible manner. True, today is my Mumma's bday.

Moms play a role which straighten the undulating path to success for their children. This world wouldn't be so good and worthy to live for if your mom would not have taught you how to look ahead for the positive things in life. She provides you with eternal and uncompromised love. For a boy no girl can be as beautiful as his mother and no soul as pure as her. Albeit not being highly educated, she provides you with the wisdom of life. She's the reason you are alive.Sitting miles apart from my home, at my work place, with so many people around, I still feel lonely. I wish I could have my mother by my side because a hug or two could make my head stable and focused. There are various instances to cite which makes her the best person.

I still remember the parent-teacher meetings where she would go on and on about how naughty I was. In return she used to get a reply, "You have an amazing child who is really good in class". She was left spell bound. Even though she wants to appeal against it she doesn’t because she’s fascinated that her son is appreciated and she is the one who nurtured him. The way mom used to rub my tears when I returned home after getting an amazing wound in the field. The way she still spoon feeds me lunch when I return home for a short vacation. Nonetheless, she's the best cook. No one can make "MURI" ( PUFFED RICE) or Bhelpuri, whatever you are familiar with better than her. My friends are there to acknowledge this S, A, S, K and R.

It amuses me the way she gets paranoid about me having a girlfriend and then teasing me to the core the very next moment. She always says choose your girlfriend wisely and at least she should be more beautiful than me. With the widest grin I can say that’s really difficult. Because every time a friend of mine meets my mom, they say my mom seems to be my elder sister. A fellow passenger in the train totally fainted in awe. My beautiful Mom!

There are endless amazing moments with her and each makes me smile. Tiny droplets fill up my eyes with the thought that I’m away from her. I miss her and her hug and her food. I MISS YOU MOM. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! Thanks for making me such a wonderful person. ( Friends don’t doubt, see I am writing a beautiful post for her breaking my blogging jinx). Thank you for everything you have given me in my life. Thank you and thank you. Love you Mom. YOU ARE THE BEST!

Life lived in 10 mins

It was 7 in the morning, the winter was not eliminated for the year and the spring not set. Just the right amount of breeze there in flowing and the honking of the train and screeching of the rails I got down. There she was standing right in front of me. Due to the rush of the crowd it was quite difficult for her to look out for me. My cell phone was shrieking . “Am standing below the foot over bridge, where are you ?”

Still she didn’t spot me, I m stunned the breeze blowing off her locks made her look stupendous. The moment had a scent of love, accurately tinged with the aroma and the beauty.
For me the crowd had no value and everything was passing by at such a pace with we both still and she yelling on here phone whereas am still gazing her. My silence made her more nervous. I begin my walk towards her, now I remember it as the walk taken by JUDE LAW in the movie CLOSER where he was flummoxed by looking at NATALIE PORTMAN with the background score of “ CANT TAKE MY EYES OF YOU !!!”.
Here she spots me with a wide smile and she rushes pass the chaos to a silence where she is blabbering on and on ,with all sorts of stupid and idiot and me unaware of her words. She shakes me up and hugs me. I thought I just woke up from a dream but realized it wasn’t surrealistic. Instead of the first ritualistic question, my first words to her was that she was stunning.
She continued speaking, the loquacious girls can’t help but my silence made the scene appropriate for some Bolly director. To break the chimes of the moment the parking owner called out sir. “parking fee.”
What a dumb chap the parking guy was! Never lived such a moment ever.