Letting go....Holding on...

Time and again, we are driven to a corner and compelled to choose or decide. Fine, since it starts to feel like doom's day we choose the easiest way out. Relieved.
We 'let go' of the holding.
OR
We 'hold on' the letting-go.

It's irrartional to apply this theory to ourself and verify. Rationality lies in knowing the worth of your being as against the person or situation in question.

Why is it that letting-go is always associated with powerlessness?
Why is it that holding-on is what the brave ones do?

Letting go can be good. Even better when you realise you have more room for yourself. Letting go happens effortlessly when there is no other choice. It does not mean giving up but taking your stand.
I won't tell you to be strong and hold on.
I'd say be strong and let go.

What's new?

My neighbour is my dad's friend.
My neighbour's daughter is my friend's cousin.
My neighbour's wife is my mom's friend's sister-in-law.
Coincidence.

My boss is my professor's friend.
My boss's cousin is my dad's patient.
My boss's neighbour is my friend's friend.
Huh.

My friend is my best-friend's language class buddy.
My friend's sister is another best friend's college mate.
My friend's ex is my good friend's best friend.
Phew.

Whoever said everyday is a new day.

I hate the way the world functions.

Getting it right.

For years, I did everything right. Atleast that’s what people told me. Maybe I did as I never had to step into the land of failure. Maybe it wasn’t me. Maybe it was just luck. Or maybe it was just things-falling-into-place.

Life was good.
Doing the right thing is never easy. You need to be righteous, honest, committed and blah.

Where is the fun in doing things to achieve an end which you’ve already pasted into your grey matter?

What if you were to let go of the strings and see where that’d lead you to?

From my personal experiments I’ve concluded, everyone enjoys a little venturing into the unknown. The thrill in knowing that the reins are in your hands but loosening them a little can add the needed drama. Or if I should say in the ‘right’ manner – can change the temporary sequence of events in your life. The question here is ‘Are you game?’
I am. Life is better.

V vs V

Virtue is not better than vice. Its just different.

Read it again. Just for a minute ponder over it. There’s something deep in it that makes you feel shallow.

The jinxed right hand

I displaced my right hand wrist bone 2 years back on a eerie, silent night. I cried in pain, cursed in frustration, hated the pitiful expressions around me, struggled to do my architectural deeds but most of all, I loved the spice it added to my life!

This is for those who do not know my past (!). On one bright Diwali, several years back, I was involved in a fire mishap and burnt my right hand; the scars still remind me of it.

As jinxed as I may be with my right hand, I’ve come to become an architect.

Last week, I almost came close to hurting my right hand again. I looked around and thought “why, why again?” Sometimes, when things go from bad to worse, I am certain that the entire universe is plotting against me.

I was then all set to solve this mystery. I looked at my scarred right hand and was fascinated by the scars and the glorified past. Something told me, “Your hand is destined for greatness”. I smiled to myself. What followed was an awakening conversation between that something and me. I was told that my future lies in my hands, my right hand and taking it for granted would spell trouble for me.

A penny for your thoughts…

I just got done with what I can say was the most therapeutic treatment ever – a cocoa-butter-spa-manicure!

Am I Truman ?

After watching “The Truman Show” for the fourth time, I was once again lost in deep thoughts.

What if I am playing Truman in my life?

Is everyone judging me?

Do I really have no secrets?

What is the sadism in witnessing one’s life?

Each of us, have our rules. Rules, which we have made for ourselves. Rules that we think are right. These rules are so rigid and stubborn that they refuse to alter themselves even in the worst situation. With every passing day, these rules get embedded into our souls making each of us an individual and giving us a distinct identity.

Armed with these rules, we screen every person and his life and pass a judgement. All of us judge people, so do I. Infact, I think it’s my birth right! I am not saying this is wrong. But thinking your rules weigh more than the other’s and screening one’s life against your rules is wrong.

This revelation may not have ‘changed’ me but it has definitely made me a touché closer to those around me.

I ask myself: Can I witness my own life?

You ask yourself: Can you witness your own life?

Now, I’m able to watch life with a little less attachment to everything and it makes the day easier. I feel free.

My take on the world’s end

“Apocalypse is a term applied to the disclosure to certain privileged persons of something hidden from the majority of humankind. Today the term is often used to refer to the end of the world.”

I am a strong believer of the apocalyptic theory. Yes, the world is coming to an end sooner or later. And I believe it. I don’t intend to sound like a pessimist but an optimist who believes that a moment lost is lost forever. I’ve not read it anywhere nor have I dreamt of the end. I just know. I realise that my knowing or not-knowing is not going to alter what you believe in. But i must say, this 'knowing' has influenced most of my decisions in life. And I have no regrets.

Don’t wait for a ‘tomorrow’.
Don’t look for a ‘second-chance’.

So, go ahead, call me a freak.
I believe it and will continue to do so.

P.S – ‘Thank You’ to the one person who has never ridiculed me for this.