Somewhere I belong!

In the touch of soft breeze, in the charm of fluttering hair, in the brightness of slight but meaningful smile, in the pounding of harmonized heartbeat, in the calmness of soothing symphonies, in the moment of whispering words, in the pleasure of long walks, in the fluidity of fantasies, in the instant of spontaneous laughters, in the passion of intense human emotions, in the reliability of a trusted friend, in the lingering moments of mesmerizing silence, in the strength of faith, in the beautiful realization of being understood, in the running stream of words, in the materialization of dreams, in the fits of that 'high'-feeling, in the decency of sensibility, in the mischief of the funnier side, in the stillness of smiling pictures and in the anticipation of sweet serendipity ; THAT is where I have always lived and where I belong . Never did I belong to this world! And never will I give up on my pursuit of finding ‘that’ world, because that is where my strings are attached, where I’ll be an instant fit and where not half, but the whole of my heart will be in absolute harmony !  

A Mosaic of Thoughts!

         Reality never has a smooth landing; it always comes crashing into you. C-R-A-S-H! To your chagrin; you come clattering down and explode. Once the flames diffuse, your life becomes sheathed by a meaningless, blinding, thick black smoke which scraps, out of your system, even the last few specks of life which had sought refuge in your body and squashes every last joule of energy bubbling in the compartments of your heart. And the visions of each time it had happened before; flash before your eyes. The thing with these crashing chapters is that you   can never get immune to them, NEVER. No matter how much ‘strong’ life may seem to engineer you through its afflictions and suffering; the truth is, that soft organ buried underneath your chest, which keeps drumming to the symphonies of the sullen and sombre, will break each time you come crashing down. With each fresh wound, the pain will intensify. And even with all your money, you’ll be the feeble grieving old man out on the street on the eve of bone-chilling winter.  

 They say if you can accept rejection and reject acceptance, then there is nothing you cannot do. Given that I have had been at both ends, this really puts me in a good place. However, rules were never made for life. They are made for us, the remorseful victims of time and all that lies within, to keep us hooked under the false illusion that a series of regimented and ceremonial words has the smashing ability to sketch the portrait of THE life on the canvas of time that we all have been painting in our minds.

     Winning feels good, it makes you feel like flying even with no wings attached. It instigates you to fall in love, with yourself and with those around you because winning paints such a pretty picture of life that its ugliness silently slips and goes on to wait in a dark, quiet corner. And then you win and win and keep wining, until it becomes a habit. The thoughts that previously dangled between ‘Can I?’ or ‘Will ever I?’ then switch to more domineering ones, ‘How can I not?’ and ‘Why won’t I? It takes you farther from being natural, stealing your asset of humility. And then even wining loses its ability to charm you and you venture out in the pursuit of something new in life.

Failures don’t feel good, at least in the beginning. Then you make peace with them until the monsters of your ordinary-ness come back to haunt you. It is a kind of peace that is achieved after wars; settling with whatever that is left and in whatever condition it is.

          And this is how life continues!

Richly Blessed!

I read this somewhere and found it worth remembering and sharing. Here it is!

• I asked God for strength that I might achieve, I was made weak that I might learn to obey.
• I asked for health that I might do great things; I was given infirmity that I might do better things.
• I asked for riches that I might be happy; I was given poverty that I might be wise.
• I asked for power when I was young that I might have the praise of men; I was given weakness that I might feel the need for God.
• I asked for all things that I might enjoy life; I was given life that I might enjoy all things.
• Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered. I am, among all people, most richly blessed.

BRING IT ON!

Let it be! Let the insensitivity dance naked in the streets of misery. Let the vexing shallow entities sing loud. Let the show of the hoggish and the narcissistic go on. Let the goodness be chewed in the mouth of the ungrateful and then spitted out. Let the appreciation go unnoticed. Let it be as good as it gets. Let the glass crack and the bubbles burst. Let the dancers tap their feet to the wrong beat. Let the clouds of uncertainty hover. Just LET THAT BE!

But when the sensitivity is challenged by insensitivity, don't retreat! When the songs of the shallow get louder, don't submit. When the hoggish and the narcissistic explode, don't surrender! When the goodness is thrown away, don't despair! When the appreciation goes unnoticed, don't grieve. When it is as good as it gets, don't surrender! When the glasses shatter and the bubbles burst, don't renounce! Sometimes, let it go. Sometimes, blow off your steam! Either way let that be and give a damn! DUH

Take over the cockpit of your life and drive it to insane altitudes. As far as they are concerned, kick them out of the cockpit :D!

Release Me!

Tired of shallowness and hollowness prevalent in the ambiance! A case of dampening friction, it is. The horizon of the world was never so confining. Where is THE gang? The winds must change their direction now. There is only a fine line between happening days and days happening (May All praise be to Almighty Allah:).

These faces and places are getting older and shallower!

A case of Sweet Serendipity!

One day, sometime in the distant past, I realized the intense craving of 'randomness' inside me. The case where destiny leads you to some place where, despite of the luck going wrong and regardless of the briefness of the stay; you earn an entirely new perspective of life! Those perceptions of yours, that you clung to so hard, in the pursuit of your dream world often seem so meaningless. You get introduced to the greatness of characters, courage of the weak and the power of seemingly ordinary people. You realize that the life they are leading is THE life and not the life that you live, a dream. Such episodes define a case of sweet serendipity. And without serendipity, life would have been utterly boring.

Your plans will seldom follow through. And even when they do, they'll never occur in the version that you contemplated. Serendipity comes, when you least expect to! Places may seem ordinary and people, exhausted - but the beauty in your eye extracts the best out of them! And your life changes, not in a grand, exclusive manner but in a gradual, step-by-step fashion! Those places, things and people may banish from your life for once and all, but they always stay in a tiny corner of your cerebrum. You may never earn a chance to express your gratitude to them for showing you light at the end of tunnel and this thought might make you glum at times, but the truth is, you'd never be able to stop relishing the joy that you borrowed from them!

Had it not been for these serendipity episodes, what would have we done? What would have I done? May these happen more frequently!

Needless to say, Life would keep yielding reasons to make us more down-to-earth, complacent and above all, a better being!

But for now,

Dear Life, I am enchanted to meet you! :)