..Insensitivity..or....??!!!
.......the things which use to matter so much..suddenly dun make any sense now..
we learn to laugh at things which at one time had broken our hearts to pieces..
and thats what is described as "being mature"....!!...isn't it..!?!
from the past experinces now it feels like things and perspectives had changed...
when the world talks abt emotions..love..betrayals..expectaions..hatred..trust..et al....seems deep inside my soul smiles at the innocent ignorances of the people around which i myself had left past a few miles away......n now walkng on my own "less ignorant" ways..Being ME"!!
..for after facing the less brighter sides..now it feels what really the light matters which ws taken fr granted..
..inside its a tryst with a more stronger self..!
..after facing betrayals..now fr me d surface bondings dun matter..no amount of unfaithfulnesses can now break me into pieces yet i do hold the potentials to give a tuf fight to destiny ..!!
..for now..it feels bit more clear what i actually want to become ..if even though i dun knw what really i am at present...bt chiseling the core fr d bttr and more tufer tyms..!!
..some really different things fascinate me..and one of them is Sprituality..and d second one..Exploring my deep self....wana feel those really divine expeinces what makes us wiser n humble..
wanna flow away frm the winds of the world that fans every being and brings us away frm the depths to d surface..
the world talks abt being practical to survive...bt seems terrible when ppl jus dun evn understnd what emotions are...
fr the emotions are smthng whch really pursues us to reach our goals...for anythng to achieve i blv frst is the emotion whch generates that spirit within us...practicality is jus a sub part of it...
believing myslf at tyms to b a perfect blend of both these traits----being practical..n yet not being machineized...and yup..nt an over do of any one trait..!!!!
.......whatevr the world believes..every1 has reasons n justifications to prove ones own view...bt do ny1 ever wonder taht r they really being truthful to thr own self?...do they really think that what resons n justifications they hold to make thr point true eventually shows a way of "hiding" frm d reality...
vulnerability is dangerous at present...bt more dangerous is being untrue to slf...!!
it feels pity on seeing people around who dun evn knw the basic code of conducts..acts being intelligent..n really tries to supress the views of others around...
thats what the world today is becomng...ignorant n fake.....!!!
it really ii isn't at al tuf to b humble..to b empathatic..bt ppl dun evn give a try..
and smtyms in d walk of life when being inspired smhw or smthng happens..the fakeness acts too shw up well really..!!..huh..?!...
really endangered world........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1/4/2010
thursday
10.33pm
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Departures...
Once born were the dreams in my eyes,
being a baby I found the world's perfect shine
Illusions, far from reality they were,
Or I only was somewhat blind.
With the little things I lose,
A part of my heart breaks with every bad news.
Slowly I was accepting the unchangeable things in life,
With no complaints it became a rule to sigh.
The good byes, once seemed as a promise for new forthcoming ventures,
now became a fearful disdain
For everything departed from my life
With voids and gaps left me incomplete.
The departures of those carefree childhood times,
The departures of my pampering games,
Growing up with time and so does the trails of life.
The departure of the scent of roses,
The departure of the lovely smiles.
For how loud its inside I yell--''Am not fine!'',
I have learnt to camouflage to show vibrant smiles.
The departures of my ways to share,
The departures to my memories so dear,
The departures of my friends and foes,
...With the arrivals of my fake smiling semblance around
Once born were the dreams in my eyes,
being a baby I found the world's perfect shine
Illusions, far from reality they were,
Or I only was somewhat blind.
With the little things I lose,
A part of my heart breaks with every bad news.
Slowly I was accepting the unchangeable things in life,
With no complaints it became a rule to sigh.
The good byes, once seemed as a promise for new forthcoming ventures,
now became a fearful disdain
For everything departed from my life
With voids and gaps left me incomplete.
The departures of those carefree childhood times,
The departures of my pampering games,
Growing up with time and so does the trails of life.
The departure of the scent of roses,
The departure of the lovely smiles.
For how loud its inside I yell--''Am not fine!'',
I have learnt to camouflage to show vibrant smiles.
The departures of my ways to share,
The departures to my memories so dear,
The departures of my friends and foes,
...With the arrivals of my fake smiling semblance around
Sunday, January 17, 2010
This post is from the blog of Ravinder Singh, the writer of “I too had a love story”
really touchy..showing the truth in relations nowadays—
“save ur heart..its precious”..!! ♥
Love Aaj kal
Love like life is so insecure. It comes in so passionately, but never guarantees that it will stay here forever. Probably, that’s why it is so precious.
Having authored my first novel ‘I too had a love story’ I have also become a reader; a reader of so many emails. And against my expectations, most of the times these emails turn me sad. Sadly, these emails convey me, how their writers’ lovestories ended. No, let me be honest – and let us face it as well - sadly these emails convey me, how their writers’ let their own love stories end. Not every love story need a wild truck running down a road to kill it, or a lethal disease to take someone away. Sometimes the people in love (once upon a time) walk away. It’s with this sadness that I am writing this blog.
They met, they dated, one day enjoying all those goose bumps they spoke those 3 beautiful words, and after a good amount of time one ideal Tuesday they said 3 new words ‘I am sorry’. And these 3 words ended everything between them. Most of the times it was only one between those two who wanted this break up whereas the other person so badly needed his/her love not to be ruined this way. The latter witnessed all that happening with moist eyes and the former went ahead to cherish his/her immediate dreams and later mingled with someone else. Love aajkal has become a fashion statement to fall in love with many, to date many and to do the rest of everything with many.
So, were they faking earlier when they said they love? Or, were they then not matured enough when they said they love, to later find out that this is not what they were looking for? Or maybe, they were matured enough then but later in this journey turned immature. No matter what the case was, but the common reality which I read in the final lines of these emails also convey to me that how they now cry on their foolishness, how they miss the love of their lives, how they miss to be cared by someone so special.
My only reason to write this blog is to check our actions before it’s too late. It is high time we turn mature and curb this accelerating and ugly series of ‘premarital divorce’. Let’s be cautious enough and calculate every permutation and combination of our life before we commit to someone, for you never know, it may ruin someone’s beautiful life - which is yet to blossom fully - with another so called ‘I am sorry’.
Though destiny overrules most of the things, but let’s not give up. Let us both (the one who walked away and the one who stood at that juncture for long enough) wish to get back the happiness; give it another push. Let us focus one more time on how to achieve rest of the things and still continue with the relationship. Let’s try again for that wise man, who once said – where there is a will, there is a way. The best part as I see in these sad emails is that one ray of hope which is surging again to redo things. Congratulations to those who had made/will make it. And to those good souls who still couldn’t persuade their better halves, I would say – learn to let go.
manzilein bhi uski thi raasta bhi uska tha
ek main akela tha kaafila bhi uska tha
saath saath chalne ki soch bhi uski thi
phir raasta badalne ka faisla bhi uska tha
aaj kyon main akela hoon?
dil ye sawaal karta hai
log to uske they par kya… khuda bhi uska tha?
really touchy..showing the truth in relations nowadays—
“save ur heart..its precious”..!! ♥
Love Aaj kal
Love like life is so insecure. It comes in so passionately, but never guarantees that it will stay here forever. Probably, that’s why it is so precious.
Having authored my first novel ‘I too had a love story’ I have also become a reader; a reader of so many emails. And against my expectations, most of the times these emails turn me sad. Sadly, these emails convey me, how their writers’ lovestories ended. No, let me be honest – and let us face it as well - sadly these emails convey me, how their writers’ let their own love stories end. Not every love story need a wild truck running down a road to kill it, or a lethal disease to take someone away. Sometimes the people in love (once upon a time) walk away. It’s with this sadness that I am writing this blog.
They met, they dated, one day enjoying all those goose bumps they spoke those 3 beautiful words, and after a good amount of time one ideal Tuesday they said 3 new words ‘I am sorry’. And these 3 words ended everything between them. Most of the times it was only one between those two who wanted this break up whereas the other person so badly needed his/her love not to be ruined this way. The latter witnessed all that happening with moist eyes and the former went ahead to cherish his/her immediate dreams and later mingled with someone else. Love aajkal has become a fashion statement to fall in love with many, to date many and to do the rest of everything with many.
So, were they faking earlier when they said they love? Or, were they then not matured enough when they said they love, to later find out that this is not what they were looking for? Or maybe, they were matured enough then but later in this journey turned immature. No matter what the case was, but the common reality which I read in the final lines of these emails also convey to me that how they now cry on their foolishness, how they miss the love of their lives, how they miss to be cared by someone so special.
My only reason to write this blog is to check our actions before it’s too late. It is high time we turn mature and curb this accelerating and ugly series of ‘premarital divorce’. Let’s be cautious enough and calculate every permutation and combination of our life before we commit to someone, for you never know, it may ruin someone’s beautiful life - which is yet to blossom fully - with another so called ‘I am sorry’.
Though destiny overrules most of the things, but let’s not give up. Let us both (the one who walked away and the one who stood at that juncture for long enough) wish to get back the happiness; give it another push. Let us focus one more time on how to achieve rest of the things and still continue with the relationship. Let’s try again for that wise man, who once said – where there is a will, there is a way. The best part as I see in these sad emails is that one ray of hope which is surging again to redo things. Congratulations to those who had made/will make it. And to those good souls who still couldn’t persuade their better halves, I would say – learn to let go.
manzilein bhi uski thi raasta bhi uska tha
ek main akela tha kaafila bhi uska tha
saath saath chalne ki soch bhi uski thi
phir raasta badalne ka faisla bhi uska tha
aaj kyon main akela hoon?
dil ye sawaal karta hai
log to uske they par kya… khuda bhi uska tha?
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