Superstitions beat Fact Files Again : Yr 2015

Learn to accept the truth ... even when the concept behind is a superstition ? 

Are we still dependent on the superstitions ... ?? Do we still analyse the good and bad based on piece of paper, or a parrot or what not .. !! 

When you say that you are mordernized well , then why this piece of paper to judge the compatabilities ?? Does you love be based on piece of paper .. well if that's the case the western world wud had been doomed by now.

Do we fear the realities ? Do we run away from the truth ? 

Superstitions are not just black magic, superstitions are all those things which take you away from the logical way of life to something that is irrelevant. It doesn't mean that imaginations are superstitious; imaginations are pure, they dont make one handicapped. 

INDIA YEAR : 2015

• People are mind fucked
• Technology has advanced -- and u claim yourself to be modernists -- and while marrying you calculate points using advanced kundali system
• Manglik's get a new pointer system
• People are dependent on sayings like " Satya hai", "Kali Billi", "Kauwa aaya" .. etc
• Imaginations are blocked 
• Colors are limited 
• Light of hope is diminishing
• Superstitious Modernists ... WE ALL BELONG HERE !!

Road Never Taken

We all have desires, ambitions, hopes ... 

How many of them are actually realistic enough to be kept and how many of them are to be left is a question ??

Had life been such an easy task then every person would had been happy on this planet. My father always told me -  " WE ALL DESIRE FOR A LOT, BUT WE DONT GET ALL THAT WE DESIRE". This is a rule of life which many of us fail to understand, till our last breath.

Road Never Taken is all about the choices we make for ourselves. We all have many choices right from the stage of our birth. It is upto us whether we make full utilization of the choice we have opted for. 

Every stage of your life will give you options, options to choose which way you have to travel and options to choose with whom you have to travel. Its not always about the right choices, its also about the attitude, hardly few you would find on the way with an attitude of being happy, because these people don't crib about their choices. They  have accepted their choices and believe that whatever shall happen will happen for good.

Life being more like a test to perfom, brings you across different kinds of people. Some are good, some are bad (hypothetically). Every person teaches you something, its upto us whether we pick up good qualities or bad. Every step you take while you travel reveals hidden secrets of life. With every stage the level of difficulty goes on increasing and it tests your tolerence towards the odds.

Road not taken is not about cribbing for choices you haven't made; its about trying to adore and take pleasure and work hard till the end of the road which you have opted for. 

Frens For Life .. ?? Really ??

Time goes like anything, it was like yesterday that we had just started taking our first step, mom's open arms, dad's protected love, and all the pampered life which we lived was like it had just happened seconds before. Then what changed us all in such a manner that we forgot our very ethics, our culture, and our values all together ??

 It was 23rd of November 2014 , I saw her crying in the college campus; I asked her what had happened. She was too reluctant to tell me, still I emphasized on knowing her more. After about 20 minutes she started telling me .... and it goes like ...
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 " Am I so bad ?? Is there nothing called friendship ?? Is it all because you have to project yourself to be too good among your peers ?? I came to this college with a hope of making new bonds, learning new things, learning life in a better sense...is this all i am going to get ?? " .. I was not getting a single word of what she was telling me ... still I kept on listening.... " I came here with hopes of better future ... and not to be insulted and back bitched about. Friends I thght who were my friends were never my friends .... They behave really good in front of you; but behind your back they go n bitch about !! " ... I was shocked .. boys n back bitching sounded weird... "They talk when girls smoke, they talk when girls drink... but who are they to create a discrimination about it .. ?? Will they be back bitching about their family as well .. ?? " There was a pause of about 5 mins and I really had no answers to her questions..

I asked her could she give me more details ... 

She continued ... 
" I smoke because someone real close to me hurt me .. I am trying to overcome that ... Its not like you buy me a cigarette n u get me ..." 

I was still confused .. 

"People think that a girl who is smoking or drinking ... she must be too open to deal with anything, I rarely find peace here ...  If she talks with someone doesn't mean that she is a talk of the town..."

I was now getting what she wanted to tell... She lighted her cigarette n just walked away ... and I thought .... the girl had indeed highlighted a good thought in my life...

People undergo a change; they change for good and they change for bad.
But, does anyone change so much that they forget their ethics and values ??
We always see the things we are, if we are clean we regard the world to be clean and pure, but is world really clean... is a food for thought.

People talk, gossip and spread things .... they say it's up to us whether we get affected or not ... but in life there is a thing called threshold... and then come's a stagnation point where you cannot accept the WRONG !!  And then you eventually come to a conclusion that in this glittery world full of glamour and show there are just 2 types of people ... bad and very bad ... and if you chose not to be either of them n be a spectator .. well they'll use u physically , or through their words and ruin your happy and small content world !! 

In the End.....

As the 3rd semester declared its term end...awl we cared about was signing and getting certified our files, standing in long queues just to submit the bloody file.... But we hardly thought about the things that we had learnt in these few months... These 3 months which passed away commencing our term end today were maybe the most fabulous as well as tensed times of our lives.... ' DEFAULTER LIST' a term that literally harassed if you were ought to be in that list....counting the bunked lectures to avoid the defaulters was most probably the primary aim of everyone rather than taking interest in lectures we just attended to fill the attendance percentage....... The newly developed strong bonds between us awl were like the new evolving bud .... fresh and yet so strong to be together...New friends with awl new teachers was not only the part of it but we had developed some different bonds amongst us which seemed unbreakable... mm still i felt we had the most stupidest and yet smartest people wid us....Talking about me ..i wud say i was not that quite yet was a observer at first...friends were something to be a part of me for 4 yrs so was waiting to choose perfect ones....Few teachers were like jesters...including the NA sir ..but then who wud had thought that he wud be taking revenge on people in DEFAULTER LIST..hahaha.....most memorable part was people taunting me on being favorite of him ....and hence i getting more grades... hahaha....still these few months were like those few memorizing times of life which were damn sweet, sour as well as wanting at the same time......wish i could grab awl the seconds , minutes and hours of these few but yet sweet long weeks to live them again.....

Lightly wind brushed my face as if whispering some verses of romantic moments shared between you and me...I really did not wanted yesterday to end ...wanted to be with you, hold your hands and for that one sweet day wanted you to know that you had become part of my life, which was so important than the other ordinary moments of my life...

I just wanted everything to be perfect ...everything to land perfectly....."Dress check, its perfect...awesome ...i am just waiting for you now... " I was a bit nervous because we were actually going to meet face to face today after long year... never thought that the movie ' I hate Love Stories' was actually making my own love story to flourish....

Though i was quite nervous i felt like a free falling feather...and as beautiful as some romantic song being played for you and i were gonna meet...this was the first time i was realizing that I so very much wanted to be with you but i was just adding up years awl these times and giving you new reasons for everything.....

When we met finally face to face, I never wanted to gaze my sight up to see your sweet and innocent face rather I was very busy blushing at the thought that how am I going to start any conversation with you....but just to feel u holding my hands i found guts to have you even more closer that we were never apart again .....

Moist Life...

Sliding through my dreams maybe your thoughts will never perish but it is very true that I have chosen a different road for myself. Thinking about those beautiful memories, I still cannot help myself from stopping the sarcastic smile, which appears on my face. Maybe it wont work I think, I needed break. My life gave me sorrows every time and I do not think I have witnessed anything rather than a moist season in my life. Making my life was no less than making me witness my powerlessness and make me shed tears of blood. Helplessness grabbed me all over again, a moment without you was very harsh and impatient, I felt like what was living worth when my wounds were never healed and slaved for. You left me alone, when I needed you the most. I was never able to understand the plot of life when even my own people appeared like strangers...

Maybe I made some mistakes unwittingly but I did not deserve to be stoned for every moment of my life, and I thank you for those moments when I was hardly able to see beyond the fog of sadness... Humid and moist nature of my life when I was craving for you was maybe perhaps the most unwanted part of my life...Dilemma of life was much harder, never did my life make friendship with me and whenever did I meet you I just felt that at every point of life I was given a gift of sorrows and tears... I cannot remember when the last time I laughed and still you want me to be with you... How can life be so rude to me, life was changing its pace for every moment and people said that life was full of happiness but why was I to witness sorrow every time. Tomorrow always meant a new upbringing of sorrow to me...Resting my head on your shoulder and holding you and crying out my pain relaxed me but since you left me alone I just broke apart like a falling glass breaking apart into several pieces...  Meeting you was like meeting perfect smile for just a few seconds of life, you meant everything to me. Spring season of my life suddenly changed its way back to scary monsoon making me cry for loving you every moment...

Sorry but it has taken years of my life to make myself understand life and I don’t want to go on ahead but I just want to break apart and live my life, because for every bloody tear which you have made me cry I have wasted my whole life for it...

Relationships sometimes are better kept like broken glasses rather than picking the pieces of glasses to join them, because this hurts oneself... Plot of life is better played as it is...rather than changing its direction because change of directions in wind like relationships may up bring storms...

Thought to think......

Men and Women are not only themselves; they are also the region in which they were born, the city, apartment or farm in which they learn to walk, the games they played as children, the old wives' tales they overheard, the food they ate, the schools they attended, the sports they followed, the poets they read and the God they believed in.
These are the things which you can enjoy if you have truly lived them and not just by hearsay.....