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ALRIGHT!!! ma scolds and screams as well! for NO reason whatsoever!

where it all started and where it will end

‘Mother’, a word around which revolves every child’s life. It means relaxation when you are stressed; it means peace when your mind is wandering; it means company when you are alone; it means love when you feel hated; it means happiness when you are feeling down; it means courage when you are scared; it means support when you fall; it means fun when you are bored; it means fear when you do wrong; it means strength when you are weak; it means everything to a child. It is an answer to every question, yet a question in itself. It is the path to heaven, yet a heaven in itself. It holds your world together and nurtures it every single moment. It has the power to make everything that’s going wrong in your life, right.

God might be the one who created the universe but it was Her who gave us life and more importantly, taught us how to live it. Thanks ma!

wanna bet!?

i would have won this 'bet' even if George Bush had put all his power to stop it from happening! perhaps i understood it better than anyone else did. (this was one of those bets when you wish you would lose but are so sure that you won't and of course, you don't, sadly). but what the heck, bitter win is rare; i should be celebrating instead of mourning. after all win is a win isn't it?

HE has been kind

They have bad dreams, they have bad days, they have bad incidents; I had none in the past few days. Yet mind is wistful, longing for an, yet another, euphoria. And I’ve not reckoned the duty to content my mind on God; it’s my air castle and I’ll frame and shape it myself; with of course just a little contribution from Him; contribution of courage, patience, determination and most importantly the ability with which He has blessed me for 20 years now, the ability to be happy and smile in the toughest of situations. (He has been kind, indeed).

"Mom, I'm home!"

It’s nice to be home. (So what if the home is in Jammu right now, it’s going to shift soon!) Escorts to chauffeur you around, cooks to prepare any dish you appetite for, people to clean the mess you leave behind, et al. Not one command that won’t be obeyed, not one desire that won’t be crowned. In no way am I conveying that these are the only reasons that make me feel nice to be home but it would be bogus to say that they don’t play a role either. How much ever I aspire not to depend on others and do my own work, the perks available are way too tempting.

I wonder at times whether exploiting these resources, readily accessible to you, is right. Perhaps it is. Or at least I have forced my mind to think that way so that I do not feel guilty when I do. Factual it may be that I am not completely dependent on this ‘opulence’ but it certainly is fallacious that I do not enjoy or wish for these facilities in the future.

Whatever the issues are, it’s nice to be home =)

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Happiness and sadness are two sides of the same coin, indeed! But, for me (at present) it goes this way; the coin has been tossed and is in the air now; making me eagerly wait for the result; for me to be either happy or sad. The outcome will depend; depend on the duration for which the coin is in the air, drag forces that it will face, and believe it or not, it will also depend on whether I want a heads or a tails. At the moment all this makes perfect sense in my life.

Whatever side is on the top does not matter much; be it heads or tails, happiness or sadness. More significant is the way I spend the time while waiting for the coin to land and tell me my fate; fate has not been fated yet and there’s nothing that is in my hands except the time now, which IS in my hands =)

Short Entries?!

Someone said to me “You should write short entries in your blog”. I ask ‘why’.

What are blogs actually for? When I started blogging, I thought I am using some space on the internet to express my views, my thoughts, my experiences; express them to no one but myself. No, I am not claiming that I wished nobody would know about my ‘little secret’, all I’m saying is that I do not expect people to read my blog as an ‘entry’ but as my view, thought or experience. Now, is there any limit for that? Should I not enunciate what I want to thoroughly instead of making it brief so that people will find it interesting to read? Sounds strange to me; as I said earlier I thought blogs were for one’s own self.

Anyway, If writing short entries is the norm then I shall play by the rules. I am not much of a rebel when it comes to matters as trivial as pleasing other people at the cost of almost nothing. But, if and whenever I have something big in my mind I will not be scared to be an insurgent because I still believe that blogs are for one’s own self.