Thoughts of the Worm

I'm in no mood to wear a facade. I'm tired of trying to be someone I'm not. I do not wish to be the lifeless glass doll, all decked up. I do not wish to be the laughing clown, who laughs away his tears. I do not wish to be size 'zero', and end up with a 'zero' heart. I do not wish to have all the riches, riches which can buy no love.. no life. I do not wish to wait for a prince charming who will come on a white horse, why? isn't walking a better option? I do not wish for a lavish life. How am I going to enjoy when millions across the globe suffer? I do not wish to be the excuse for missing every opportunity. I would rather knock at the door that has the toughest of tests to clear. I do not wish to change my opinions... why should I give up to others' wants and desires? I wish to be the CHANGE this world needs. I wish to bring SMILES to faces all frowned. I promise myself to return myself back to me. I'm what I am. I was born to be ME.. not someb...

Yes, I know, I'm blogging after a very very long time, but then I never had a valid reason to blog earlier :D Now that one of my friends surprised me with his talent, I felt the urge to put it on my blog. Its an awesome poem guys, read on... She was a dream... a beautiful dream that I can never forget, She left a feeling... an ecstacy, that I can never forget. Faded are the words... the images, but her memory always hinders leaving a mysterious smile that I can never hide. Harder I try to forget her, more she engropes me... enchants me. Each time I think of her, I wish she was back, wish I could relive the moment... wish I could giggle in my dreams. She was a mirage.. a relieving mirage, that I can never ever have. She was an illusion.. a mystery, that I can never understand.. never resolve. Though I knew her reality... thinking about her, was something I could never stop, Faster I ran.. closer she came, keeping a distance... that I could never reach. ...

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...

At times when the whole world is going the normal way, a few words from a dear one, upheavals the atmosphere. It gives a new meaning to the word, 'life'. The heart sinks, mind goes blank and something within us keeps searching for 'something' ... 'something' which is struggling to be let out. 'Something' in the form of words.  You suddenly discover a whole new meaning to the word 'Attachment'.  You're confused. You're baffled. You're scared. You're nowhere.

The reason for my last post, Sometimes Sometime I need to crawl into my shell when my stress hormones have been let out in excess. And then you'll find me in a state which would be something like this... My sleep goes for a toss and I feel like plunging into knowing the wonders of life, how past-present-future occurs and why do living beings turn into dust after death, what happens when we die and why are we born, what is a soul and does it really exist? I feel the urge to know what lies beyond this blue cover over us- the thing that turns black at night when away from the sun- the thing we call 'sky', what exists within the sun, are there something called as 'aliens', what makes us think, what makes us love, who arises this feeling of loneliness in us, why do we cry when we are hurt, what makes me write, what makes me move my fingers on the keypad the way I want to, is red actually red in color or is it the dhoka of eyes, what makes people trust and what makes pe...

..... I just need to hide from the world.

I have heard people saying, 'Forget your Past... Your Future is More Important.' I say, HOW? How can something that is not yet seen be more important than what is happening. How can it be more important than my Present? In fact My Past, My Present and My Future.. All are Mine. All define me and not just my Present. I'm what I am, because of my Past. I will be what I'm suppose to be because of my Present which will be my Past in Future. If I forget that, I'll lose everything- My Present and My Future. My past - good or bad, its Mine. Nothing can take it away from me. Nothing can make me forget it. (except for Aamir's Gajini-Short term memory loss ;)) I can do just two things.. 1. For Good memories : Cherish them 2. For Bad memories : Learn from it and move ahead. I believe, GOD, a supernatural power does exist. People say, "Nature Existed" Ok Agreed. But who made it happen? GOD. What made it happen? GOD. What made GOD happen? Nature. Back to Square One,...