~ Reflections ~

This song somehow haunts me.. how true.... "pyaar hai ya saja, aai mere dil bata tootata kyon nahi dard ka silsila is pyaar mein hon kaise kaise imntihaan ye pyaar likhe kaisi kaisi dastaan ya rabba de de koi jaan bhi agar dilbar pe ho na, dilbar pe ho na koi asar ho ya rabba de de koi jaan bhi agar dilbar pe ho na, dilbar pe ho na koi asar..." PS: This is from Salaam-e-Ishq.. sung by Kailash Kher...

Ayn Rand said " Every lonliness is a pinnacle" But i believe, every pinnacle is a lonliness... Not because no one wants to be with you, but because you don't want to be with anyone.. We long for company, and shoo people away.... Its as if the more you grow, the lesser you tolerate people... Or maybe i'be just become cynical...

Has it ever happened that you feel scared of being happy... That the joy of the moment, or the mere thought of it, brings with it a fear... I seem to have lost it... or may be mind has just decided to show me the reality...

For the first time today, I felt scared of travelling.. In the National Capital... We all talk about the place becoming a safer city... and i used to believe in the same.. Only till today. For the first time, i had to think a million times before taking a direction... scared that the person sitting next to me will try to abuse me.. For the first time i realised what is meant to psychologically weak.. How everything around you looks harmful... as if everyone is conspiring against you... everything is blown out of size.. gigantic.. Mind.. a funny thing... won't you say !!

As a kid, all of us dream about painting the sky in colours we want to see the world in... Somewhere down the line, we become mature with age (people call it wisdom), and we dont wish the same any more... We stop hoping for any radical changes - see I've said it - I'm refering to it as radical :-) But what is it that stops us from believing that we can change the world.. paint it the way we want to... to dream .. to wish.. Though this song has been written with a different purpose, i dont think anyone from MLTR will punish me for quoting it here... Paint my love You should Paint my love It's the picture of A thousand sunsets It's the freedom of A thousand doves Baby you should Paint my love..

There are predominantly 2 ways people express themselves... Those who are talkative and those who are expressive... In other words, those who use words to express their feelings and those who let their face do the talking... Its debatable which of the 2 ways is a better way of expression.. but we all, subconciouslyuse one of the two... So when we say that someone is being unexpressive, it simply means we don't know what to read.... All of us try to communicate.. its just that each of us have our different ways !!!

You are given a job you don't want to do... democracy isn't what bosses believe in i guess... and then you are goaded for not doing it properly, when someone next to you is doing a miserable job of it... I wonder what is worse... The hope that i'll get praise someday, for doing the job i origionally didnt want to... Or the fact that i'm actually doing what i didn't want to...

Its been a long time since i've blogged... Life's just moving so fast that i don't seem to have the time to sit down and think, much less write about it.. Just thought i'd wish all of you a Happy Diwali !!

I always want the best for myself.. the best clothes, the best food... the best job... But is there an end to the expectations from one self.. Will the hope that it will get better than what it is now ever cease... At a level, satisfaction leads to complacency.. the want for more leads you to the road to perfection.. the ideal..

We all talk about family being the most important part of our lives.. that they are the one aspect of our life that won't change, nor will they vanish.. But i have come to believe that friends are as important, if not more important... I could give you lots of reasons to support my argument, but the only one i will state is that My Friends are the ones I choose to be with... Thank you dear friends.. for putting up with me..