Change and Perceptions.

Hope, is the oil of the machinery of your life, they say. Well, I agree rather gleefully. I am the biggest optimist you'll ever find, and believe me on this one. But right now, the point is not just me. It's about us. It's about me trying to be a visionary i was never meant to be. This note is rather random. Or maybe even more random than you imagined it to be. Use it to define entropy. I, in a shocking change of events, am rather confused, awed and troubled.

Life is a race, run till you find the end. Run till your last breath, and fall into the pit. Is it what all this is really about?! Is this why we work our arses off all day long, all night long?! Is this in a hope of a better tomorrow which only promises a better day after?! Well, i'd rather say these are unanswered rhetorics than anything else.

Friendship, love, hope, et al. Choke these up. Won't help you with your JEE, with your SAT. Be the ruthless bandit. Try and succeed. Try and run away from the grapples of life. Run till you enter the jaws of death. Anger, hate, despise, et al. Nurture them. Use them as fuel for this machine made to succeed at all odds. Be a criminal, but be at the echelon of success, at the pinnacle of glory. Is this all that it's come down to?!

“A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. ...” says a certain philanthropist. I am standing. I am staring. I try to picture it all in a positive light. I see my life progress with as much drama as there is in any other deserted gas pump. I am still. The whole effing problem is that I am JUST still. It just compounds the misery, adds to the desolation and boosts up the rage.

Bruce shouts,

“ And as you look all around at the world in dismay
What do you see, do you think we have learned
Not if you're taking a look at the war-torn affray
Out in the streets where the babies are burned ”

Yes boy, I want to be in the streets, mend them, heel them. I want to make this modern world a miracle. I want to change the money-snakes into diamonds for the poor. I want to do something out there! But wait, well, should i go?! The answer is staring right in my face, like the barrel of a .45 pistol which De Niro uses to slay the evil in Righteous Kill. NO.

I am not being a pessimist, or a misanthrope. I am being a hopeful, trying to fill some colour in my life along with a dream to do so for the millions out there on the streets. :) Pardon me Lord, if my vision is wrong. Pardon me everyone else who so much love me, if I believe that the world can be changed for the better, for good. Defy the world, defy rationality. Live life by your rules< the new motto. Stop being a coward, start being a hero! Let go of any mischance, take hold of even the smallest glitter of sunshine. There seems nothing more meaningful than what Steve Earle has to say,

“Someday I'm finally gonna let go
'Cause I know there's a better way
And I wanna know what's over that rainbow
I'm gonna get out of here someday”

Be a hero. Live your life. :)

Life, Thank You so very much :)

I just saw the video of this guy named nick Vujicic. Weird Russian name, even a weirder guy I must say. I came into the video complaining about long Resonance lectures, bad tests, horrible life et al. I was asking God why i didn't have an Adidas ball to kick, a Nike pair of shoes to wear, or an original Chelsea jersey to show off. I was asking God why I didn't live in some upscale area of town, why i was not a big big guy, why had rough hair, etc. I was effing cribbing about every little thing on my body, inside my body and outside too.

So here I was, waiting for a video to buffer, waiting for my cell to ring, and thinking about how cruel life was to me. How it had landed me in shitty classes with people who were mad for some entrance to some college and on and on. There were a thousand qualms in my mind regarding things from not being able to run fast to not being a good football player to what not. I basically sucked to myself, and seemingly to the rest of the world.

The video buffered. And approximately four minutes and eleven seconds later, the complaints were replaced by a welling heart and a regret that i ever had complains about a thing called Life.

Nick Vujicic (I'm not his advertising agent or anything. :P) , what a man! WHAT A MAN! :) Of the boundless tales of human potential I've heard, from Hercules lifting mountains to Lincoln changing the world, the story which most appealed to me in every way, almost moved me to tears was the one of Mr. Nick. I cribbed for not being able to play football well, this guy had no legs. I cribbed because i couldn't solve maths sums well or did not have a good handwriting, this guy had no hands. :'(

It's heartening to know how deep the valleys of human potential really are, and how high they can take you in Life. Life's small pranks usually may incite you to commit suicide, just relieve yourself by writing an “I Quit” on your wall, and then be treated like a hero by school going children. Fine, get your fancy. Die. It's rather simple to say an I QUIT than saying I WILL and rise like a phoenix out of your own burnt ashes! It's rather simple to strangle yourself with a piece of rope than just undo the rope that Life ties in it's test to Nirvana, it is rather simple to blame the world of treating you like an ass rather than stop being the ass you are. It takes courage mind you, more than just courage, it takes a will to stand up and say a duck off to those little gnawing griefs of life.

Life's small prank turned not-so-small for the big guy Nick Vujicic. Poor chap was born with a chicken drumstick for a leg and no hands at all. Today, he sports the biggest smile in the world. :')

I urge everyone to see the video on YouTube, not because I'm a big fan or something, but because i've become a devotee. :)

God sends these little children of his some day or the other to make you feel you are not just worthless shite, or just a piece of scum, but you are MEN! There's a lion roaring which you try to tame rather than let it roam free. There's a lot of happiness within you which you tend to keep hidden in the fear of losing it. That is not just the case, it's the other way round. Fortunately. :)

I'd like to tell only two lines from the video which i simply loved,

“.. I may not have hands, but i will always be able to hold your hand..”

“..Girls, You are gorgeous as you are! Boys, you are MEN!..”


He doesn't know i exist, he doesn't know he's just changed a life. All i want to say is Thank You Mr. Nick Vujicic, Thank you so very much. :')

Long or Short? o.O

Well, wait. This title doesn't echo what I'm actually thinking about, and it DOES NOT echo one bit of what you thought for the first time after reading it. :P So here it goes..

Another year gone by, leaving back traces of memories, somewhere in some corner of my mind which I'm too busy to search for. Memories, aah, get me nostalgic. Take me to another world where everything is so different and almost anything around me has a special significance to this small heart of mine. I've been there, I've done this before. My heart skips a beat. A feeling of sinking melancholia. Was it yesterday? What if it were today?

School life drawn to an end. One golden chapter of my life etched in the ventricles of my heart. From those eternally-going-on chemistry periods to those short, momentary PE periods.. Nothing of it again.. All new, unfamiliar faces.. Friends, lost somewhere in some wave of life, washed afar by the dividing stream.. that fine stream which divides illusion and reality.. Is it true? Is this not going to happen again?

Just another Sunday morning. No class, no nothing. Rotting in bed. The thought seems like a butterfly. Beautiful, colourful, I want to catch it, but I can't. What if I relived those 12 years again? I'm suddenly lifted by some mysterious Force and placed right where I want to be. Again that old feeling, I've been there, I've done that before. But what if I actually relived those 12 years?! Would they remain as special as they are to me right now?! The question, I suppose, is rhetoric. :)

Temporality, defines life, it's pleasures, it's misgivings, everything about it. Permanency is just another elusive mirage. Wordsworth was right(for a change), life is like Daffodils. Lasts one short day, one short hour, one short minute. You've got no chance to grab everything with one hand. Yet you try to take hold, try to force your hand somehow. The result, you don't even get to hold on to a bit of this sweetmeat called life. :) Life is temporary, it's dreams are short-lived. The pleasures, momentary. Take it all in, one at a time.

Finally, (i can sense a “phew!” :P) I ask myself a question. The simplest of all questions that could possibly have been raised. There is no quantum mechanics, hybridisation or integral calculus. Are shorter memories the sweeter ones? My friend asks me the same question. He/She feels the longer ones are better. They last a lifetime. I beg to differ. The shorter they are, the sweeter their taste remains.

So I sign off for now, asking you about what you feel, about how you can be more enlightened to have the biggest chunk of this walnut pie called “Life”.

Thanking you if you lasted this long,

Another temporary biggot. :)

In Pursuit of happiness..

I've read many blogs till date. About life, the journey, Life, the goal, Life what not! Maybe i'm wrong but i disagree with each and every one of them. Life, according to me, is a moment! A moment which in less than a blink turns upside down and up again. At one moment, we see ourself as the perennial loser and the next as a winner, for the smallest of good jobs we have done.


It was, It is and it shall always be true that it is the “small” things that really matter in life. The “pseudo-huge” stuff is something that hardly matters to us. We drink, we eat, we shit. Is that what we live for?! We rub our buttocks off to get into an IIT or into a med college, but ask yourself “Is that your goal in life?”. The answer, I'm sure is crystal clear. It is obviously not your goal. Your goal is something different. It isn't about education, money or family. It is living the moment tension free. That is not wrong, that is how it should be. Only recently did I know how confusion defines life and how we ourselves know in some corner of our heart that it is not our long time ambitions but our momentary goals which give us true happiness.


In pursuit of happiness, man loses his emotions, relations, friends and everything he thought was a hindrance between him and his goal. Only after completing his pursuit does he realize that those “hindrances” were actually the stuff he was always craving and living for. Our pursuit for glory, bliss, Nirvana will never end. It is like going towards a mirage. The horizon will always show a silver lining. You fail to understand that that silver lining is actually the brightest of horizons. Only reason why you see it as a line is because of the tears obstructing your eyes. Tears of sadness, despair, about the fact that you will never reach your goal. By the time you realize they are tears and you wash them off, night might already have set in and it may have been too late.


Once I saw a poor man working tirelessly on the streets. The mid day sun was shining with all its might. The laborer was toiling with all his remaining strength. I asked myself, “He's so poor. God knows what his goal in life is. What does he have to live for?!” As if wanting to answer my question, a small child came up to the man. The man looked up, gave a broad smile and lifted the child in his arms. He kissed the little girl on the cheek and the girl returned it. That was when I realized how wrong i was. This man may not be a millionaire but to me the smile that came on his face after that was a million dollar smile. One which maybe not even the richest of people could buy. No amount of money could buy it. Only a perception of this dark world which could make the most horrible of circumstances lead to bliss..


So lost are we in this false world that we forget what true happiness is. As a child, we always wanted to grow up. Now we realize that broken toys and incomplete home work were far better than unfulfilled dreams and broken emotions. What we want is praise, money, nice food, clothes.. And so on. What we toil for is drinking stale soup in a five star lobby. But we never look out of our window to look at the most simple and profound of pleasures.. The bright sky, the infinite stars, the trees, the birds, the whole world!!


So stop hankering for appreciation, praise and money. Stop following the ever distant mirage of “happiness” and look at the “bliss” standing near us.. Right beside us.. May you live a happy life.. May God bless you you be “blissful”, not only happy.




Thank You.




PS- A tad too philosophical but yea.. i wrote that piece of art myself..!

The Old, Familar faces..

A poem by Charles Lamb. I love it just because of the fact that it gives anyone a ray of hope.. to reach the horizon before the sun totally sets. There was once a time in all our lives when those old, familiar faces would turn back at us and give a sweet smile, a million dollar smile that defined “Life” at its very best! Today, I might lose all my friends because we may not stay in touch after school. But yes, I will always be content with the fact that i once had them as friends and that i may meet them again, all the Old Familiar faces..

The Old Familiar Faces

I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions,
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days--
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have been laughing, I have been carousing,
Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies--
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I loved a Love once, fairest among women:
Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her--
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man:
Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly;
Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.

Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood,
Earth seem'd a desert I was bound to traverse,
Seeking to find the old familiar faces.

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother,
Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling?
So might we talk of the old familiar faces--

How some they have died, and some they have left me,
And some are taken from me; all are departed--
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

Charles Lamb



I leave school. Friends. Teachers. Don't want to be melodramatic but, yes, I will miss them so much. Seems as if I'm abandoning life. Everyone has to move. It's about the survival of the fittest. You've got to survive this mad race. I'm ready to move on, move on with a hope of meeting and rejoicing with the old familiar faces again.. the paradox is that my heart, my soul is still in those empty corridors, noisy classrooms, the open ground...