Little life...

A little sweet...a little sour...a little close, not too far...all I need is to be free...


The lines are stolen for sure but the feelings are closer to home than they can ever be.
To an outsider, the other side of grass always seems greener but what if the grass isn't even grass and merely a mirage...
Those who perceive you as the ultimate person are unable to comprehend your lacks and wants. Those who are envious of you can not value their own  blessings. All the philosophies ever written in the world are a writer's attempt to convince self of a greater sense of being and a way to wait for a better purpose in life. Philanthropy for instance is raved about by many, but at the same time scorned for the hypocrisy that propagates it in reality. Now someone missing the trait might glorify it as it is something that may be highly coveted while someone who has 'done that and been there' may be able to tell for a fact how a good deed can go down the drain!
However, truly ingenuous is the persona that makes you want to be like that yet makes you realize the impossibility of it...a life that you want to have but can't have due to the sheer nature of 'you' is what dreams are made of.
Some of us search for these sweet and sour flavors of life in a sheltered and unsurprising life...others, try the unknown to taste freedom! Some of us like the harmony of routine while others like the challenge of chaos! Some of us like to be spectators and some want nothing more than being in the spotlight. Contentment is hard to get by; but then again who has ever told a great story by being content with life?!
It's the dissatisfactions, the restlessness and the unease of being incomplete that drives people towards greatness. (Its sheer abuse of time that drives people towards writing philosophy...NOTE TO SELF - write a story next time!!!)
In the end, life may seem a drag when the hours of the day are ghastly and hard to pass...but it is in essence shorter than the oscillation of an electron and should not be wasted wanting and not getting. It should rather be wasted (Err...Utilized) getting and wanting some more. 
The little life we all get is to live and to be alive...to be or not to be is never an option...its just and illusion of an option!

A voice that soothed and wounded at once...

No, I am not talking about your conscience!!! It either soothes or wounds...possessing both the qualities is rare for even an inner voice...
However, one man wielded such a weapon and used it very well...

Tributing a few words, a blog post or a few minutes of my life to the Legend called Jagjit Singh may be inconsequential to a world left bereft since the legend departed; but I can not NOT write about the era that has ended...
After all, the guy singlehandedly made generations crave for sweet melancholy of love by singing about it...
'koi fariyad' made coveting sounds so absolutely HOT...
'hoshwalo ko khabar kya' made a guy playing with a scarf seem NOT cheesy!
'kal chaudhvi ki raat thi' proved how moon pales when compared to love's glow...
'hotho se chhulo tum' is as intoxicating as a patiala peg...
'woh kagaz ki kashti' has made many of us nostalgic about those childhood moments...
and 'chitthi na koi sandesh' has left many a wet eyes in its wake...

The list is endless....all of us have at least one favorite from his treasure of gazals! For those with some deep set wounds of heart, his music and his words always acted like a balm... The songs never felt unworldly...they were as if they were written for just your situation...
However for those of us, who had no apparent reason for being sad, his songs simply meant a chance to sit on the rocking chair and act all grown up while listening to gazals on the walkman... :P
Or perhaps to some of the crazier creed amongst us, imitating him whilst having fits of shivering just felt too amazing to resist...
Something about this icon of a man and his singing appealed to everyone!

Nevertheless, there has never been a more melodious baritone and there probably never will be...It may not be as sweet a tribute as he deserved, but he will be missed all the same and always remembered for the Titan that he was in the arena of music.

Oscillations

Some heavy duty nostalgia is what it takes to rocket one down the misery-lane. You miss what you once had and didn't cherish enough and you crave to have what time would never allow you to have again....your past!
But its the same nostalgia that can give you that feeling of wholesomeness that describes a full life...
You had friends and you had great fun with them...
You had time and you made the most of it...
You had dreams and you slept some more to build the plot further... :)


Its the swinging between the good and bad of thoughts that makes or breaks one's day. For sure, the thoughts aren't innately holding any character. They are just synaptic pulses shuffling between the idle neurons, there for not much good. Character is given to them by the colorful human mind which doesn't life things to be neutral. One minute you would be staring at a screen full of rows and columns and the next, your mind will be painting an image of a hostel room somewhere, attached to which was the sunlit balcony where you lounged with your friends and had faux-saas-bahu conversations.
Someday you will be watching a movie or show about friends and you will be thinking with a smile, of all the friends you miss and want to be with...
On other days, you would just be miserable thinking about your friends...of why you can't be with them and why the f*** does politics affect your plans!!! (cursing is just the beginning then)


Its not unusual to come across such oscillating-between-realities individuals everyday. It is unusual to stay unaffected after such contact. Their swing can put your mind in motion and send you  in throes of unwanted emotions. The key is to retain your brain for those rows and columns momentarily and save your trip to nostalgia-ville for some time when you can enjoy it more than it can enjoy you.
After all ...there is no better way to spend some time alone lying in your bed, thinking about the good, the bad and the ugly of what made you...you!

Tere Mere Sath Jo Hota Hai...

As a student, its easy to hate chemistry....especially if u have a sensitive nose and a lousy memory...
But as you grow...u learn a new definition of Chemistry; which has nothing to do with acrid smelling H2S leaks or 'ring tests'...[Pun intended]...or may be it does...
How two people react to each other, how they bond, how they don't gel, how something sizzles and something fizzles...its all explained by this 'chemistry'!
Now for an amateur, its difficult to understand how biology gets explained by chemistry! But hey...I din't go to college for nothing!
Its as simple as it seems complex. what two people have, two other people can't have. Its the law of 2...
Edward-Bella is not equal to Bella-Jacob!
Harry-Cho is not equal to Harry Ginny!
Ron-Hermione is not equal to Ron-Anyone else!
Johnny Depp-Palak is definitely not equal to Johnny Depp-Any other fan!!!

The chemistry creeps in because of the 'chemical locha' that goes on in one's mind (Munna bhai nahi dekhi kya bheedu?)

Developing an insight into relationships that we have with so many of our friends, colleagues, family members and that-special-someone is not something most of us bother our minds with. But life is much more easier when we establish our own different shades with different people around us!
Ever wonder why just the sight of some people make you smile and why the mere mention of others makes you cringe?!?
Its not because they are different...(well Duhh...that's a given!); its because you are different towards them!
Howsoever non-judgmental, non-committal and unprejudiced one may be...What electrical and chemical pathways your body is going to choose in response to one person are not going to be the same as those chosen for another.
The sooner one accepts that, the easier it is to digest that while you may be the most adorable and un-explosive friend to your friends; its no guarantee that you would be as amicable a lover...;)

So when a happy-go-LUCKY singer asks 'tere mere sath jo hota hai, wo sb ke sath kyu hota nahi'...ask him to read my blog!!! (& comment too, if i might add :P)

Bloody Heaven

A nice, long break from the mundane eventualities of life is always welcome. Even though once upon a time this mundaneness was a dream; its becoming a reality makes everything else much more meaningful. The world seems to be moving on at a pace at which your footsteps aren't of much consequence.

It rains or the sun shines, people strike or go about their work...festival or regular-old-week-day...life is never at rest, click click click and another number dialed...click click click and yet another mail sent...click click click...voila! reporting the height of mundane!!!

It is inane, how things of significance start seeming like necessity if provided in abundance and how getting deprived of them can send one in bouts of melancholy...

Weeks ago, redundancy was a subject worth pondering...now it is nothing less than a fantasy...

What is still to unravel is... if "we look up" for happiness in the spreadsheet of our life, then how should the search field be defined and... how potent will the formula be if all the different files of our life are open from different sources?!!?

(GEEEEZZZZ!!! This is definitely NOT how I want my first book to read like one day!)

The sweetest of hell is the one that pays you to be part of it... and while everyone of us experience it at one point or the other, it can't be all for all of us.

Sometimes there is an escape route all figured out...sometimes you merely improvise ( like Captain Sparrow, if i might add)!

But hell catches up, all the same...

Money Money Money!

The world sure knows the value of money and yet tries hard to deny it!

It is believed that money can't buy happiness, memories and love. (But money can sure lead the way to all these!)

Even if you don't have money but you have integrity, your life is successful. (But it doesn't hurt to have money and a show of integrity!)

Money can't help you sleep at night...(But it can buy sleeping pills for you! Or better still, can provide you so many options that sleeping becomes redundant...)

If you flaunt money, you are tasteless...a Northerner(read Delhi-ite & Punjabi) in India and a Southerner in US!(But have money, you must.)

Money can't give you inner peace (But it sure can fuel some ambition and keep you young for long! After all, if you have more memories than dreams then you are nothing but old...)

Money surely isn't the best thing in the world (Yet it is gratifying to have as much of it as possible...)

Now, why would an entire specie be so mad about something as mundane as pieces of paper or in the more contemporary sense, digits in your e-bank balance? No other specie on the planet is even interested in barter...let alone finding a convenient medium of transaction. Nature gives and everyone takes graciously, the word 'transaction' is that much to them. But not us enlightened ones! We have to do things uniquely...don't we?!

And thus originated 'Money'...

Personally, I don't fancy money much... ( I can almost imagine the cynical grins of all those who are reading it)...green is really my color only when it comes to couture!

But the fabulous nature of money isn't lost on me either. I adore the idea of owning and purchasing and trading and hence...whatever money facilitates, I adore that. But not money in particular....

I mean, I would love to have the power of money! Never having enough of it have made me covet it quite often. Having some of it occasionally have made me appreciate its significance and being utterly without it at times have revealed to me what 'lack of inner peace is like'!!!

I could be a millionaire if fallen hair were the medium of transactions and not those green notes/shiny coins; sadly it isn't so! So the dream of money stays...

The desire to be rich and limitless is as enticing as ever. With time the (boring) significance of making money the right way does dawn upon most of us...but money still remains that sinful temptation that is not openly appreciated by society yet secretly loved by everyone.

Man-eater

ooo... here she comes...she's a man-eater...

ooo...here she comes...

Yes well, the title implies something more grotesque than the femme-fatale! But so is obviously not the case. In the battle of the sexes, some smart*** has found a perfect way of settlement and named it "Men Are From Mars & Women Are From Venus". Whatever happened to evolution, dude?! An even more incredulous fact about this "settlement" is that it is proposed by a guy!!!

I suppose everyone has a right to humor themselves, but really, human males and females are pretty much a different sub-specie. For one side to write about the other is as fair as chimps writing about orangutans! Again, one is entitled to one's opinion, but that opinion when reduced to such basal statement as to different people being from different planets is a big OUCH!

For one, differences between the sexes are just not to be laughed at. They are there for a reason...they are there because women have evolved to a point where they have started seeming different to men. Let us consider just about any other specie on the planet (preferable mammals, coz many non chordates seem hell bent on exhibiting cannibalism right after fornication!); males and females are pretty much alike. Behaviorally, anatomically and socially...males and females act as the same specie. But not the planet-dominating specie! No-no...we have to be different. And its not just enough that we are different from all the fauna, we have to be different from each and every specimen of our specie as well!

And so we come back to the real topic, the femme fatale a.k.a man-eater :D

Now that females have evolved to perfection, a metaphorical cannibalism is inevitable. Women are shining everywhere. When I was in school, it was the better CBSE pass % of girls... then when I was in college, it was the excellent intellectual finesse of girls over boys... and getting into the statistics of other things is simply mundane! Everyone knows, what a girl can accomplish, a guy can't (what with an incomplete chromosome :P)

The perfection isn't all... there has to be dominance accompanying it. Hence the femme fatale version of the fair folk, I am referring to. Of course, becoming a Black widow is not the way to be but grabbing every opportunity and getting ahead, surely is! Give all the 'Barney(s)' out there, a run for their money!!!

So all the single ladies (and ok, the married ones too) out there...don your fierceness and...

"make a lil love...live a lil life...get down tonight" B-)