Thoughts of the Worm

I've spent the most memorable moments here... I've laughed out loud when writing about my weird dramatic dreams.  I've cried when writing about the most fateful incident of my life. I've giggled when writing about my college days.  I've felt stupid when writing about my first day in college. I've felt enlightened when writing about my thoughts on life. I've felt mysterious when questioning myself on fate and destiny. I've felt patriotic when writing about our country- the national anthem, the national song and the tri color national flag. I've felt proud... I've felt the grief, the sorrow and the frustration when writing about the brave soliders/policemen who fought against terrorists during the 26/11 attacks in Mumbai. I've felt the sorrow, the helpless-ness, the desperateness when I wrote about my cousin  and my friend who are now with our heavenly father. I've felt inspired when writing about great strugglers- their life and the con...

They accept their madness, yet they soak in it. They dance as if they have no care in the world . She calls him a kid, and he sees the wounded child in her, wearing a defiant smile Fighting odds, emerging victorious. She stirs the child in him again. He feels at ease to see that smile on her lips.

At times I truly feel I don't have the latent to stand up to everyone's expectations! Avin's post, "an excellent remainder" actually put me to think. Why do we forget ourselves and dance to the tune of the universe. Why is it that we desperately crave to go ahead of time and once we are there, we long to go back to our past? Though I've never understood life's concepts, I assume, the reason is all because we are humans and so we follow the norm of being unsatisfied with what we have. We dream of living a luxurious life; a life where we want happiness, a life where we can only smile. In an attempt to achieve this 'all' we drain ourselves so much to the core that we finally end up realizing we haven't lived our lives at all. Responsibilities and Expectations weigh us down and we tend to become hackneyed. We try to smile through everything. Now for a change, as they say, Life is not a Bed of Roses, let's be practical and accept the fact; Lif...