GIVE ME SOME SUNSHINE , GIVE ME SOME RAIN!!

...give me another chance, I wanna grow up once again!!!

OK..i shouldn't be blogging here now when i've got my end sems just a day away...but then i'm starving (for once in days or maybe months i would say i'm actually waiting for the mess to open) and i just can't study like this...

And obviously when exams are here how can it not be that i don't have the wierdest and craziest thoughts in my mind..!!!

So, let me try and compile some of those here...

Some things are tough to understand, but some understandings are really tough to live with. But what fun is life without the tough bitter bits? What joy is living without the challenges competing to defeat you?And let me be honest, i really don't like it when life is rather smooth and eventless. Why then, run away from sorrows, if sorrows are all that is "permanent"about life and living? Why, then, not concentrate on grabbing as many of the few, tiny, perhaps trivial in the long run, moments of joy and silly bliss as possible? Isn't, at some level or the another, everything trivial in the long run??

What is the long run anyway? Why can't I be crazy, silly, agressive, sad and happy in the moment? What prevents my soul from feeling happy constantly? Why do I feel at times as if there's nowhere I belong to? Why do I seek salvation in the comforting darkness many a times? What am I searching for all the time?Certain memories become a part of us as we grow through them. Moments that aren't just etched into the heart but have actually become a part of your existence. A touch of owning and acceptance. A jerk of hurt and denial. But what I ask myself is why am I trying so hard to memorise every moment? Why am I trying so hard to live that I neither know "I"nor "try"nor "live"as to what they really mean? Why am I questioning so much???

i seriously don't know why or what did i just write...but they just happened to come to my mind at this moment..

BLURR!!

Life’s a blur nowadays. Baffling. Undecided. Lame. Stupid. And what not.

One moment I feel like wiring each and every thought frantically.

The next moment, I just leave.

And then the whole vicious cycle repeats.

(Just like right now)

don't know what to do next???

 This is not completely my own piece of writing..i read this somewhere...but i've modified it according to what i believe in...

WHO ARE WE!?!? Are we merely who others view us as, are we what we perceive ourselves to be, or are we destined to be what is predetermined? NONE of these is correct! We are only what we allow ourselves to be and there are no exceptions to this! Those who feel they are in a rut and dredge through their meager existence condemn themselves to the sorrow that ails them so severely! In reflection, those who have joy as the center of their lives gravitate around that joy and bring more and more of it into their lives. Misery is a CHOICE! Elation, IS A CHOICE! EVERYTHING ABOUT THE WHOLE OF SHEER EXISTANCE IS A CHOICE!!You determine the life you live and the joys and sorrows that are a part of it! The universe is not out to get you, STAND UP AND FIGHT FOR WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN AND YOU WILL FIND YOUR BLISS HIDDEN WITHIN THE VIRTUE OF YOU CAUSE!!! So many of us shirk and cringe at the slightest bit of pain; get over it. There is always someone worse off than you. Life does not have to suck, but it will if you allow it. More than commonplace, wisdom is required to live above the oppressive pain that is so common, you must find and maintain a deep sagacity that resonates from within, and to earn that you must allow yourself to experience both the triumphs and tragedies of life. Choose. Normality: trudging along and trying to make it. Abnormality: Knowing and understanding who you are and why life is as it is. We are who we choose to be; that choice can be made actively and crafted to your liking, or passively and left to the butchery of the cold and cruel. We are who we choose to be, and I choose to be someone who understands the truth. I implore you to please follow your heart and rise above the obscurity that will haunt you lest you act to stop it. Life is a choice: Don't choose wisely, choose sagaciously.

just a thought..

You know.. you spend days of your life cursing them. Things don’t work out. Everything seems to be a futile attempt for nothing. You keep thinking that your day has been the worst so far since you can’t get anything right. Happens to me anyways..!!

Yet in the end everything seems to work out, straighten on it’s own.

It’s like a Miracle on it’s own.

Now I realize that maybe the day will begin badly or blah-ishly. I’d curse it the whole time…but in the end, everything will end up working out...:)

Here’s a quote that I read the other day and I’m sure all of us can relate to it in one way or the other (darn fast paced life!):

“When life pulls you apart you have to work to stay close together by putting yourself in each others shoes, by reminding each other who you were and who you are becoming, by remembering that despite all the changes that come there are some things that will always remain the same.”

i wish..

Childhood days :) How carefree and blissful they were! Where the only thing to be worried about was what flavor of ice-cream we should have. The worst it could get was a skinned knee and a few tears that were quickly gone as Mom kissed it all well and the Faith....Ahhh the faith so strong, on a blown kiss for healing a finger cut, a broken eye-lash for a wish and a four leaf clover for luck.

This is the beauty of Simplicity.....I wish i could go back to that Simplicity today. Be what I used to be 10 yrs ago. Look for the four leaf clovers as I walk on the grass, make a wish if we find a broken eye-lash stuck into our towels in the morning, if only i could kiss all the afflictions Good-Bye and make this Life just a little simpler...

introduction

Writing… apparently is a small word yet contains the depths of oceans in it..

My writing is a form of personal freedom. It always releases something in me. A spirit that moves within me and let me cross some barriers inside every time I write. It seems to free me from the mass identity I see all around us. BUT when I’m conscious of it, of what I’m doing, I can’t write anything. When I just let go, and forget myself, then it just seems to come through me. My writing is more of my catharsis.

I was once told by someone that it is the flow of words and sensitivity inside a piece of writing that stirs a
heart. If I’ve touched a chord of someone’s heart with my words, the rules of linguistics automatically lose their value. From today, I tend to do this with the help of my blog :)

Writing is an exploration for me. I just start from nothing or just a single vague point, and learn as I go. I had read somewhere:

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time

I welcome you all to world of my exploration and freedom :) Hoping that you'll all like my posts..
Looking forward to be in contact through our ‘writings’..