The Road

The road has been laid. You're just walking it, all the time.

Crossing the turns, the confusing zig zags and sometimes, even taking a U turn.

There may be times when you'll be lost, the road ahead may be misty. Then, all you can assure yourself is that the way ahead will remain unchanged, no matter what. Your wondering, worrying, frustration or struggle won't change the course of your path.

Therefore, don't run, rush or worry. Walk your road.

The unchangable road, your destiny. You don't construct it, you merely walk it. Yep.

Life is endless music

Life is music, endless music. Music we respond to. Music that gives a new meaning to each phase.

There are days when the tune is rhythmic, when you know exactly when the next beat will hit. A distorted guitar chord progression signifies your energy, your confidence, your happiness. You're in complete control of your life.

Then there are days, when the sweet keys of the piano hit the high octaves, sweet melodies compliment the sweet sweet feelings in you and violin harmonies, describing the depths of those warm and fuzzy feelings in your heart.

Then there are days when the orchestra hits those minus notes. When life is a dark mystery. When nothing seems to be true as an eventual end is seen. And a sweet little flute plays, describing the sadistic reality of being all alone in our journey.

These are just a few musical arrangements among the countless ones that exist. The melody may change from time to time. But make sure you keep humming along..

Lost

It's one of those nights when thoughts want to wander and the mind
doesn't want to sleep.

One of those nights, when I looked at reality in the eye. In front of
which my life looks so purposeless. An entire world looks so useless
infact. It was not something that I wanted, it was something I wanted
to feel. A sense of belonging to the world I want to see; An
unconditional world with no needs, providing a whole hearted
acceptance. Maybe that's what makes life complete.

The thorns have overgrown and the roses have died. Worldly parameters
have been made, material well being gives emotional well being too.
Needs have taken the forefront. People have become the demons of the
modern life, less forgiving, less compromising, influenced by needs
and desires that govern their feelings.

Where are the hearts of gold I ask. Maybe they've all left them
behind. They've traded their hearts and earned a namesake well being
in the modern life. Deep inside, they're all troubled, I know.

In a world like this, people like me, feel lost...

Regret

Regret hurts. Yes, it does.
It's when the past laughs at your present's face, and there's nothing you can do about it.

We all make mistakes, because that's how we justify ourselves as human beings.

In the end it's love that numbs every regret, every pain and kills every demon of the past. Some people are not bestowed with love that's unconditional. They're judged by their past. That's how the wounds never die out and regret overshadows a life.

Yep.

Surviving the blues in the office.

To The Working Class Hero...

Tada!

I'm back after a very long time. I could picture this blog frowning at me, due to the lack of attention given to it.

A busy life had engulfed me. Leaving no time to crib. There's an office, which is my window to the outer world. Something very different from the four corners of my room.

I meet new people, from all walks of life. Surviving their storms and coming to office daily in their formal clothes. More than their clothes, it's their faces that tell me their stories. Faces which manage to laugh, even at poorest of jokes. Their lives may be shitty. But for a while, they remain blissfully distracted.

Sooner or later, every individual leaves his/her close confinements. That's when a bubble bursts. A bubble which displayed confusion, mystery and thoughts blinded by fantasy rather than experience. But once you hit the road of experience, the bad becomes acceptable.

The sad, the depressed and the miserable should go out and see an entire world fighting miseries. They're all fucked up. But every morning they wake up, and show a middle finger to their troubles, with each passing day.

YEP.

Lifeless Corpses...

Lucky are those who've found a way and are blissfully headed towards their graves.

I belong to the "confused" lot. There are times when I fail to understand my purpose and my entire life seems "meaningless". All of us are here for a reason. Some create innovations, some play with numbers, some create dream worlds through words, some make music. They say, it takes time to realize your purpose. Some people are special, because at a very young age, they find the path that belongs to them. Some find it out a later on. Even Buddha attained enlightenment after marriage.

In the end, Its destiny that has all the answers. Some people live an entire life in uncertainty. So you cannot be assured of finding a way.

But destiny should be fair. Either it should direct us to our ways as soon as possible, or gives us a relaxed conscience that finds solace in uncertainty.

Because without a purpose in our lives, or without relief in our hearts about our uncertain life...
We are just lifeless corpses. Yep.

A Letter to my 16 Year Old Self...

Dear 16 year old self,

I know how you feel. I really do. You've been through a lot, I know. But I applaud you as you're more lively and happier than me. People may despise you, family may side line you, but you still manage to laugh your heart out and smile at mere strangers. You possess a baby's heart, that's so easily distracted by small pleasures in life. Please don't lose this trait somewhere down the line.

You're braver than me, you handle rejection and misery in a better manner. You've handled an emotionally chaotic childhood very well. You may shed a tear or two but after some time you're laughing your ass off at anything that's slightly laughable.

Don't listen to your family when they mistake your "Internet surfing" as your "Technical interest". Your mind is light years away from anything logical. It flies in the skies of creativity. Be a kite flier of your thoughts, that's what you're meant to do. Trust me. Don't opt for engineering, it'll set you on a different road altogether and you'll be lost.

Maintain that confidence you have right now. You KNOW you can act, sing, dance and write. Never forget what your teacher says when she talks about the "expression" in your writing. Those poems at the back of your note book are great. You CAN form the next big punk rock band, if you DON'T enroll into an engineering course.

You may be different in every way, the world may sideline you, but you're special too. You always love with all your heart (That's why you gave a ring to that girl which she casually rejected), you're always there for your friends (Although they don't really value you). Always have this "giving" nature. Because you have a heart of gold, and it does not matter if the world does not acknowledge it.

Don't cry when you grow older, girls don't find it cool.

In the end, I just want you to know that you're God's special child. Different AND special in every way. You MUST know that at all times, so that you don't turn into a Bewada Devdas like me. I know you want to be loved, but for that you have to love yourself. Because my dear, you're special..

I wish I could be like you.

I hope and pray you don't grow up and find this post to be your "True Story".

Much love,

Your 22 year old self...