Friday, August 24, 2007

Somewhere...somewhere...

Drops of water from the eyes...
Somewhere some one is crying because she feels lonely. Somewhere some one is crying because he flunked in an exam. Somewhere some one is sobbing because she's trying to conceal her pain to make it visible and audible only to the walls surrounding her. Somewhere a poor woman is howling because she is not able to procure food for her children. Somewhere some one is crying because he wants to die. Somewhere some one is depressed because she rejected him.
Somewhere some one is depressed because he didn't get the job.

Somewhere some one is not happy with his/her life and we, self-obsessed and ignorant individuals don't bother to think about anyone else except ourselves.
Is any one there to lend an ear or even a thought? Is any one humane enough to spare just a second of their lives? Is any one capable of getting out of the closed, restricted box which is called 'Me'?

A curve on the face...
Somewhere some one is laughing because his friend just cracked a very good joke. Somewhere some one is blushing because she just dreamt of her wedding with her favorite actor. Somewhere some one is smiling because she just made a roadside beggar smile. Somewhere some one is giggling because her puppy just licked her face. Somewhere some one is smirking because he just ran away from the jail. Somewhere some one is shouting happily because her favorite cricketer just hit a boundary. Somewhere a one and a half year old infant is thrilled because he is irritating his mother.


The "Moral" is that try to find happiness in which ever way you can. Enjoy the simplicities as well as complexities of life.


And last but not the least, Somewhere some one is reading this.

Thursday, August 9, 2007

Why Is Everyone So Happy?

Seriously why is everyone so happy? Why are they so excited about life? When I see people around me, it feels like I'm the only soul out here who has a dull and bland life. It feels like as if I have some bad smelly 'sad' worms attached to me and thereby, people would not come near me or bother about me.

Or maybe people are being fake. They've just pasted some fake smiles onto their faces to show to the world an untrue image of theirs. They're not what they seem to be. They're trying to fool themselves. They're trying to be someone else.

Or maybe people really are happy about their lives. And I am the one who's faking it. Maybe I'm the one who's pasting fake, situational smiles onto my face time and again just to show an untrue image of mine. I really cannot figure out. Am I being fake, smiling at people just for the sake of being nice and polite? Or are people superficial?

Either I do not know how to enjoy the business of living life or........or........I guess I cannot think of an 'or'...
In fact now I think I'm just typing trash and I don't know what I'm thinking deep down. And that's sad. Terribly sad. Because I'm not able to decide whether I'm fake or the world is fake. But, I think the whole world cannot be fake; so probably the glitch is in my eyes. But then if I let myself into believing that I'm fake, I again feel sad and I again feel like raising the question- Why Is Everyone So Happy??

And thus, I reach to a never-ending conclusion.

Saturday, August 4, 2007

Walking on a Lonely Road



There was a girl. There was a guy. But no, they didn't love each other. Neither did they hate each other. Neither were they related in any manner, or maybe they were..by the strings of loneliness.

On a charming rainy day, the girl was walking down a long, empty road full of houses. She was accompanied by the sounds of a couple fighting somewhere, a boy sitting in his backyard proposing to a girl on the phone, and a teenager enjoying noise in the form of loud music.
The girl was too engrossed in her own thoughts. She was reminiscing her childhood years.
After a few minutes, she started crying. And in a trice, it rained. She was relieved as no one would be able to see her distress. But soon after she realised that she was walking on a lonely road and no one except her would be able to see her distress. It poured more..but not from the sky, from the girl's eyes.

She walked and walked and walked. Just to meet more sadness, emptiness, hollowness, and more closed doors. Until she met the boy. The boy was two houses far from the girl. The boy was laughing on something. He looked happy. The girl thought he must be enjoying the rain. The boy saw the girl, he saw the tears. He saw her loneliness. He came up to her and smiled. And at that moment, the girl saw his tears.
The girl smiled too. The girl said thank you. The boy didn't say anything. He erased her tears and walked away.







Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Happy Times v/s Happy Times

I remember those mornings when I used to get up early, and brush my teeth in 60 seconds, bathe in 2 minutes and wrap myself into my school uniform in 5 minutes and insanely strive to get ready as fast as possible...and despite of such hard work I used to reach school late most of the times..and I was left stranded outside my school building cajoling the security guard to let me in as I was just 5/7 minutes late.
And when that cajoling part was done, I crawled into MY school. School was like a second home, and I'm glad it was like that..or else going to school is a painful experience. I had a couple of fantastic friends there who understood me, who supported me, and who liked me the way I am. Well funnily one of them doesn't even call me now..the last time we talked, she said she's busy. I wondered about how much she has changed. Then I realised that maybe she was never a close friend. She was just meant to be an acquaintance. It shook me, it hurt me, it shattered me. The simple realities of life shattered me.
Anyway, it's been half a month now since we heard each other's voices. So now I reckon that as time goes, she'll forget me(if she hasn't already!) and I also, somehow, will forget her.

The best part of my life was my last schooling years. Those times were weird. And by weird I mean they were amazing. You never wanted those moments to go. You always wanted to capture them. Because one always had in mind that this is the last time I'll be doing this or I'll be doing that.
And now when I'm in college, the first feeling I encounter is that school was entirely different. I cannot say that college is better or school was better, as my college experience is just 17 days old. But..those going to school moments, joking around with friends, burning the midnight oil during exams, doing incomplete homework after satisfactorily cursing the teachers..all these moments cannot be reproduced in any part of your life ever again.
But on the other hand I guess when I'll be leaving college, this will be the same feeling I'll be encountering at that point of time.