Tuesday, January 31, 2012

A WORLD WITHOUT FACEBOOK

A World Without Facebook

COLOURS!!!!!

   

     Colors...! They make me sooo happy! I sit at my table and i cant take my eyes off my wall. There are times when i just love to stare at it forever. I have these sticky colorful notes all over with my favorite quotes. They always seem to speak to me.

    There are times when a troubled mind finds no peace. I look outta my window, praying God to help me out. To send me a rainbow. I look in and my eyes automatically search the colors on my wall, and there's always ONE particular quote that seems to scream out at me. And the more i look at it, the more relaxed and focussed i get. I get my solutions and my mind is untroubled. Right,carefree, cheerful quotes on colorful papers always do the trick for me.

    Sometimes without a reason, i like to look around and read all of those to myself. And other times, unintentionally, my subconscious mind seems to be taking it all in. So i recommend its a fun way to be positive and happy. Ofcourse, the real strength lies in your mind. But if something helps, then why not... right?! Geez! Call me a color freak, but I'm proud of the bedsheet my bed sports most of the time. I could play 'Color color, what color do you choose' and win every game without moving out of my bed!

    I've always had this soft spot for stationeries. Anything, any kind. It just fascinates me.There's not a time when i go out to buy something, and i haven't had the urge to buy one of every kind, every shape and every color! I dream of having one big collection in my home someday where i could just go and look at it when i feel so. I wouldn't mind not using them all my life. Just looking at them- all brand-new, unopened, colorful, shiny, neatly stacked- gives me such pleasure! Gets a lil smile on my face and a sparkle in my eyes. I feel like how a 3 year old might feel in Disneyland.(Bdw I'm 19, and i still dream of visiting Disneyland someday!)

    Someday, I'll have it all.... Someday, I'll have every color in my life.....Someday, I'll have my perfect beautiful rainbow in my eyes... Someday, i'll have successfully gone through every shade this life has to offer for me....Someday, I'll sit and stare at it all....And then I'll go back to this day and play a lil 'Color-color' game... Me with myself... Present with the past.... And i hope with all the colors in my heart that the future 'Present' comes out as the winner. Amen.

I WONDER... :)

I wonder why we fail to realize the importance of being alive.
I wonder why we expect things from someone when we don't live up to their expectations.
I wonder why love comes with so much pain.
I wonder why we fall in love again despite having a heart break.
I wonder why we expect someone to change when we can't.
I wonder why we overlook simple happiness in our quest for bigger ones.
I wonder why we hang on to someone's past to decide whether to love him/her or not.
I wonder why someone's past becomes a barrier in a relationship.
I wonder why we expect a second chance from someone when we don't give it when expected.


Every time we think that we are getting used to life, life takes a turn. It's hard some times to keep expecting things to get normal. But at the end, we just have to go on. They say 'Life is a roller coaster ride', so true!

Monday, January 30, 2012

DONT JUST EXIST- LIVE!!!!!!!!!!


Change is a constant factor in mine. Stagnation scares the shiz outta me. Not kidding. I always wanna be on the move, experience new things, see new sights, feel new feelings. I’m restless. That’s me.

Have you ever wanted to pack your bag, go somewhere new, become a hippie, breathe raw scents of nature that will fill your heart and your soul and that moment will always be captured in your memory forever, to be looked into as your secret cuz no one else knows how you felt that moment? Or perhaps those who were with you know. The joy. The oneness. The happiness. The fulfillment.


But life isn’t a movie. It goes on. That’s the bad part about it sometimes. That perfect moments cannot last forever. Cuz life moves on, there will be ups and there will be downs. But those precious memories will always be ours to claim.

One of my many favorite flashbacks of life comes back to me at weird times. It was climbing up and going down the hills of AL HAIR. They have hot water springs there. The place was so peaceful. And of course I was with someone – we held hands, talked, laughed and contemplated life as we went. We were happy. Pure unadulterated joy. I even remember there was café called “Big Fish” and it’s was written in the shape of a fish. I lost my camera and I have nothing of those 12 days - but those memories I hold very close. I lived those days.

What I’m trying to say is, such things are etched with such clarity in our minds. Now 3 years later, amidst the hustle bustle of life, the fast pace, ringing blackberries, urgent demands, when these moments come back to me suddenly, I’m filled with a sense of calm and a tiny smile never fails to touch my lips.

I have many such prized memories. Thank Allah for giving me a wonderful if not perfect life. The moments without a care in the world, those are my favorites.


But I say life moves on. Someday I wanna be a hippie. The other days I wanna be Paris Hilton. My love for materialistic things is so great. I got a wardrobe full of clothes I haven’t worn, accessories I haven’t touched, makeup I haven’t opened, shoes I never wore – but I keep buying more of everything all the time. While travelling is my joy, shopping is my addiction – my drug. I want more, more and more out of life.

Which explains why perhaps I’m so disappointed and down. Cuz expectations are so high. We expect more from ourselves, from people around us, from loved ones, from our jobs, from our children. In that process of beating ourselves and everyone else at the rat race, we lose ourselves. We cease to be that happy soul in that perfect moment – the real us which is why our loved ones love us. Materialism makes us unhappy and chronic unhappiness makes us monsters – difficult to live and be with.


So take your time out from your busy lives for some time every day and revisit those places you were the happiest at. Revisit those people whether or not they’re in your life, revisit them in your memories who made you the happiest. Relive those memories. Feel those feelings and fill your heart & mind with joy and let that tiny smile creep onto your lips. Take time out everyday every week to do things that me you happy. Paint, sing, read, be silly, love, pray, capture your own heart.



As for me, my mind is already in EGYPT, in Wadi Al Madha, in the nightclubs Zinc & Venom, Muscat, KERELA, Jaipur, MALDIVES Island, spotting a tornado, the first time I bought 5 shoes at once, a picturesque place we discovered when we were lost and many more…

Don't merely exist. Live your life.

"Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we should dance"

LIFE IN SHAMBLES!!!!!!



The Stuff toys!!!  What`s difference this time?? I asked myself. This has been going on with so many individuals since long, like me, under the sun. It was the moment when I was exposed to my insanity, my acquiescent nature towards this gruesome reality of life.
How smoothly I was hoodwinked, unable to decipher the tides raising about me, unable to identify the whirlpool which made my identity, i confess my weakness at this point, my aimlessness in spite of being far aimed and above all the fear of creature that navigated my life.

This was the moment-for the very first time I scrutinized my image in the mirror which was not my true reflection. Being in a state of fear all my life I wore an oyster garb for protection. One wrong thought of giving vent to my feelings would make bait—He would stifle me, pull life out of me, decimate my ecstatic moments, myriads of expressions, my trivial wishes and my power.

The expansion and contraction of my mind was an ultimatum for me to relapse and reflect on my life. I confess this to you that he is quisling in actual, he undermined me and my weakness, gave him strength to entrap my soul and the license to consume my creation--- the pearl.
He usurped my ability of floating in air, estranged me from bouts of laughter, deprived me of my visionary eyes, peeled off the gloss of my countenance and numbed my sensations—on the periphery of death.
Strings of hope broke one by one, scattering my wishful thinking and fading into the oblivion .I desperately need someone in my life- someone to tell the world who I am and that I have the right to weave my life the way I want. I cherished the ideas of love, beauty, truth and freedom in my heart which gave me the courage to speak my mind, deny the way of the world, say it on its face that I love all that it hates but my conscience always chided me as if I was committing a crime therefore, I could never make it.

Everything loses meaning, and I will be always the most disappointed one about my situation; I 'll always blame myself of “being weak", of not being able to live in the "real world", of being a total inept.
We are living in a paradoxical life—life within is opposite to life without. All our lives we wear masks in the society which negate all that we cherish in life. My life is fragmentary and scattered like grains of sand, therefore em unable to give wholeness to my personality, I am forever in a twilight state.

COURAGE AND LOVE




I’m different. I’ve always been me. (The Winner Stands Alone)



Love is freedom and peace. So we just should feel our heart and listen to its sound...


God is all about love...
God is love, generosity and forgiveness; if we believe in this, we will never allow our weaknesses to paralyse us.
(The Valkyries)



Love can consign us to hell or to paradise. It always takes us somewhere.





Love cannot exist in peace, it will always come accompanied by agonies,  ecstasies, intense joys and profound sadnesses. (The Valkyries)


Sometimes it`s impossible to stop love-- teehee :p


The Gift belongs to whoever chooses to accept it. It is enough to believe and not to be afraid to make a few mistakes.
(By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept)


Love gives us the strength to perform impossible tasks.
(By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept) 



The moment we set off in search of love, it sets off in search of us. And saves us. (By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept)


It is unnecessary to talk about Love, because love has its own voice and can speak for itself. 
(The Pilgrimage)


Courage. By beginning the journey with that word and continuing with faith in God, you will arrive wherever you need to arrive.
(The Manual of the Warrior of Light)

PROMISE

I Promise Myself

To be Strong that nothing can disturb my peace of mind.

To talk health, happiness and prosperity to every person I meet.

To make all my friends feel that there is something worthwhile in them.

To look at the sunny side of possibly everything and make my own world come true

To think only of the best, to work only for the best

and to expect only the best.

To be just as enthusiastic about the success of

others as I am about my own

To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the 

greater achievement of the future.

NEITHER LOVER NOR HATRED






If even for a moment, you had
Gazed into my eyes, you could have seen
 What it was, what it could have been
 Of all the things between us
That were said never
“I am there” stayed awaited forever

Of all the times together we spent
The moment arrived never
When you held me for ever


Of all the moments I spent
 Thinking about you
Then you were far somewhere
Smiling with someone else

I cringe, cower, repent and hate myself

You misunderstood my wishes
Yet blame it all on me
You backed away when I was down
Yet I feel it was me


If even for a moment, you had
Gazed into my eyes, you could have seen
What it was, what it could have been


All I wanted, wasn’t the walk
 With coherent steps, hands in hands
Neither a lifetime of romance
Nor lying in stars or a rain dance

But a promise to never let go
A will to stay evermore
A command to be yours forever
A silent commitment to not give up too soon 
Now that it’s over


All we had is now- was
The foot prints you left
Teach me, remind me
Of failure I embody


Now a void has replaced 
The innocence you stole

FATHER

                                 Standing tall and strong, he is my hero.
                            Placing my small hands into his,
                             feeling nothing could beat us.
                                   Smiling up at him,
                         Looking into my Daddy's eyes.

                    He can do anything, for he is so brave.
                          He knows how to make me laugh
                                        when I feel sad.
                          There is nothing better than
                         Looking into my Daddy's eyes.

                             I love when he dances with me,
                                  standing on his toes,
                              we move around the room
                                      While looking up
                                 into my Daddy's eyes.

                       He makes me feel big and grown,
                              taking his hands, knowing
                      nothing can hurt my Daddy and me.
                       When I am afraid, all I have to do
                            Is look into my Daddy's eyes.

                        Many years have come and gone,
                              no longer that little child,
                            still I look forward to taking
                                 my Daddy's hands
                             and looking into his eyes.

                                   Seeing in his eyes,
                                       forever I'll be
                                     Daddy's little girl.

THE CLIMB

I know people change. Change so subtly that is takes days to believe the existence of something that was imperceptible before.

I know people turn their back.I have seen them hiding their faces like the evening sun which dips ever so slowly somewhere in the horizon and darkens all that's around, while you stand patiently for the dingy light to be thrust upon.

I know people back stab.I have felt them poking those incessant punches on me like the merciless winds in a vast, hot, sandy desert which away extracts all moisture and vitality and depresses one deep in the restless sand.

I know it because life blessed me with relations and thrust upon me the intricacies of dealing with people. People who promised to never change and relations which were as sturdy as huge mountains. But nothing can change the nature of change for it has to change!
And its no more surprising yet an irony as to how the most toughest of glasses shatter easily. Promises that define our being, are our strengths and hope dissolve as soon as we lean onto them perfectly.
I know it because I have leaned onto such promises completely and in a few moments there was a loud thud. so loud that it lost its audibility maybe. For nobody heard anything. But I know it because I felt the silence.

A missing part.
A dissolved promise. 
A dead relation.

Its at times surprising as to how relations build up. The sweetness tends to be dissolved in innumerable and never ending expectations. 
Expectations that climb a ladder of shattering hopes and broken promises.The trouble is we cant do much about it. Its spontaneous. No matter how tough you appear to be, you are bound to expect and be disappointed in return. I know it coz I have had my share of shattered hopes and expectations.

And not just for once but innumerable times.

I wont label my life as one of extraordinary pain or change but yes, I can proudly say that I have had my share till now. No wonder there is more to come. For the pages of destiny cant go blank.They have been filled with an ink that outlines my life. The fact is that I don't have a choice , neither does life have, we both are being played upon by something superior.

                             For   he who makes my woes for me
will think about my woes
my brooding over them would be a greater woe than those" :)




THIS IS IT!!!

We humans have different point of views and beliefs. We were born as unique as our fingerprints and we are all aware to many things surrounding us. We might be changing as time passes by but still we cannot deny the fact that Life has given so much lessons in which we are continuing to learn. We all have rights to speak and listen. Now, I would like to begin my way of sharing short life and love mixed quotes in which you can surely reflect, ponder and relate. Good thing is that through this, you'll be able to read what's on my mind as well. Here are a few starting quotes for you:
  • Sometimes, words not heard.. hurt the most!
Ohhhhh it’s really hurting especially if the one you love is the one who’s not saying anything (No comment factor!). Sometimes, it’s okay to yell than to be silent all the time.
  • Sometimes what I'm looking for, comes when I'm not looking at all.
 It reminded me of bringing my umbrella when it’s very sunny and raining so hard when I don’t have it!!
  • Actions don't break up couples, feelings and insecurities do!
Well it’s true. I’ve seen a lot of breakups due to undying insecurities. No one is perfect without the others support in a relationship!!
  • Sometimes when you stand up to fast, you lose sight for a second.
Stand slowly and you won’t surely mess up unless you’re in a hurry :P
  • It’s better if someone doesn't recognize your existence rather than a person that knows you exist and yet gives you no worth.
Exactly, why don’t you just recognize your own worth? Give it a try at least.
  • Sometimes the people who are afraid of having a commitment, are the persons who know the real meaning of it.
Hmmmmm, ahmmm, uhmmmm, ????... Now I know.  It’s still a matter of decision. 
  • The most important thing in life is, you learn from whatever you take on and you end up to be a better person.
Absolutely, take it or leave it. Learn from your mistakes. Okay?!

SECOND EAR PIERCING

Sometimes to unveil a feminine side we have to put up a little courage for me it happend last night...
I have no memory how my ears were pierced for the first time.... but after almost 18 yrs of it I got my second piercing done....
It still pains but i hope its worth it I love the little stud with a stone in it shining on my ear... my insisted on it as I always forget to wear earrings.. :) every time most of the times...
so now everyone who thinks i am tomboy can get it right i am wild girl... That's how my bhaijaan describes me LOL....

now that its done and still pains alot all i can say is i didn't get the candies and chocolates promised by my mom... as i didnt say it hurt :P :( my bad!

Monday, January 23, 2012

LESSONS LEARNED....

Today, I cross out another year in my life yep i am enlightened 19 now :) :)
This year has been a wonderfully incredible roller coaster ride. It was like a book brimming with 'lessons learned', like a movie with eternally blissful scenes and like a sad song which echoes of hurt, pain, regret and guilt.


This year I have realized that every minute particle that circumferences our existence is to be utterly grateful for no matter what. Every fraction of a second, every morsel, every smile, every instant of safety, home and family is to be grateful for. Nothing should be taken for granted. I have realized that there is so much more to living than meets the eye, so much more to life than the next few months or years, so much more than what we proclaim that we can ‘die for’ at this instant. Nothing is permanent. Nothing is eternal. We live temporary roles in temporary lives in temporary homes.


This year I have witnessed the crashing of a dream I have honed for nearly half my life. The depression, the bouts of insignificance, the ranting portrayed in the past many posts pertained to this 'crash'. I imagined this year or a part of it to be totally different as compared to what it turned out to be. I cried a lot about it. I am still not over it. I can not say I will never be over it but this wound will take years to heal at the minimum. I am still staring at the shards of broken dreams and shattered fantasies that continue to gnaw the innards of me. This will take time to get over. This will take a lot of time to get over. Faces, words, ideas, perceptions, results, questions and the many strings attached will haunt me. I wanted 'it' so bad. I prayed, worked, hoped and dared to dream. It crumbled before my eyes.


I have learned that there is beauty in every ounce of imperfection, that it is okay to be insignificant, that it is okay to not be the best every single time. Yes, it hits you hard in the face at times but it has to be dealt with. It is as simple as that. Life's to be dealt with. Life's to be lived. I am dealing with the worst set-backs I can imagine at this stage but the point is I have seen people suffer through much more magnanimous and much more harsher setbacks, so my life is pretty good.


This year I have lived life in little moments; I have lived to the maximum in random bursts of laughter, in the warm comforts of old socks and sweaters, in trips to a little general store in the cold of Riyadh, in reading Vampire Academy with the Wind on a rainy July evening, in midnight-to-morning conversations, in giggles on the school stairs, in the first pairs of heels, in family gup-shup sessions constituent of dry fruit and tea, in singing everything from 'Afreen' to 'Hey There, Pshycopath' on cold afternoons, in photographs, through words, through poetry and music, in concocting utterly fictional stories with the best of friends, in reliving old moments,  in dreaming about new ones…


This year I have realized that people are fake and materialistic, that they are living in constant globules of pretentious shit and that hypocrisy is as vital to an average human being as breathing. People take you seriously – or consider you worthy of trust, conversation or friendship – as long as you are living on a specific and a standardized status of living. Other than that, you matter less to them than the beep of the microwave. Unfortunately for them, the reverse is also true. It really is. We just fail to comprehend it at times.


This year I came to terms with the fact that, ‘We don’t own people. We only think we do.’ People and friends are not ‘ours’ as much as we label or think them to be. We do not own people. People do not own us. That is the way of life.


I can drone on and on about things I have learned, realized and stumbled upon but I guess for now this will do. I have had the best year and I have had the worst year. There have been highs and there have been dreadfully, hurtfully, horribly torturous lows. However, like I said I am grateful for them too because what does not kill you only makes you stronger, my 'lows' are higher than the 'lows' of numerous others and even higher than the 'highs' of some, every mistake, failure, fall is a lesson learned and better sooner than later. This year I have had a chance to know some terrific people, I have gotten much closer to older ones, I have had to let go of some along the way. I can not say that I have grown any wiser. I can not say that I have grown up. I have seen my friends grow up; however, I reside on an entirely perpendicular plane. I am still an irrational ball of overflowing emotions, dreams and sentiments. I still brim with rudeness, selfishness, lethargy, jealousy, envy, hatred and sarcasm. I do not have any solid resolutions whatsoever. I just hope and pray for the best

QUESTIONS!

What voice do we speak with
when words fail to convey?
What foundations do we stand upon
when the sand quickens at our feet?
What eyes do we see with when
we are blinded by weeping tears?
Who hears our mournful sobs
when those we love reach the end of days?
And what arms offer comfort when
our pain is unending and inconsolable?
Who will wipe the tears staining
your cheek's shuddering flesh?
Who will warm the chill?
Who will offer solace, in the face
of lifes unending torment?
Who will bring sanctuary to the soul
and sanctity to the heart?
Who will ease your burden when
the weight you bear is yours alone?
Do you stand before the
cheviralle glass and wonder,
in the darkest hours of the night
when you are sure you are alone?
When all that surrounds your fails you,
your hopes, our expectations, do you wonder?
Who will stand as your guiding star
and offer you the miracle
you so desperately seek?
Do you wonder, or do you forget?
Do you wonder in the space of a moment,
or the expanse of a lifetime,
who will cross your mirrored gaze
and take both shadows of yourself in hand?
Do you wonder if the words of the peaceful mind,
tranquility and serenity, are ment for others,
but not gifted to you?
do you wonder what trauma could be so great
as to deny you a peaceful mind?
Do you ponder upon which shadows haunt you
and stills the beating of your troubled heart,
but brings no lasting slumber?

The restless spirit, the restless heart,
a crown of thorns, and three eyes blind,
are these your shadows burdened
with promises of salvation and restoration?
Do these complete you or
leave you the empty vessel of a rotted husk?
Do you search in vain for a place
to rest your weary aching head?
Do you seek crossroads and thresholds
for which you must trespass
upon the unknown ground
in order to transverse the obstacles in your wake?
Do you see only yourself in the mirror
gazing solemnly back at you,
or can your eyes see beyond the exterior cast
to what lies beneath,
dormant and untapped?
Do you recognize your own divinity?
Ca you see your perfect imperfection
through the eyes of the divine?
Do you recognize your own boundaries
and limitations without thought or emotion?
Do you see the woven tapestry that
interconnects your fate with
all of those around you?
Can you feel what they feel
and see what they see,
all in the captivating forethought
that you are not alone
in your silent restraint and misery?
Do others thoughts convey that
which words alone will never
be able to bring into view
without blurring its meaning
and stifling its enormity?
Can you conceive and perceive
all of that for which I speak?
Or do my words flow around you
like dust in the wind,
surrounding you, encircling you,
but never ultimately touching you?
Do I write merely to see my words
written on paper, or do you see,
do you know that of which I speak,
that which I know so well within myself.
Dare you embrace the wonders
that await you, only a finger tip's length away?
Or do you sit among the cobwebs,
seeking out past interconnections among the dust?
Do you dream still of past love,
only to wake in the morn, hollow and alone?
Do you stare out at the world,
as though you watch a movie,
a prisoner of your own hesitant inability,
chained to a wall you erected
to stave off the pain, but merely
enabled you to watch without participating?
Are you beyond this world because
you do not belong anywhere within it?
Or are you bound to this world,
out of fear to live, love, hurt and die?
And when you stand with your face,
will your faith allow you to fall without fear,
or will you shudder and back away from the edge?
Crossroads, thresholds, precipices,
are you the stepping stone of others
or do you travel on your own path unhindered?

FATHERS LOVE



Father's Love ....
Holding beloved toe
He asked for words..
From his love ones,..


Pictures across his desk..
Manifesting into conversation,..
tête-è-tête , from love ones..
.. ..
Smiles and twinkles in the eye,..
Like star light, Scarlett,..
Beauty as roses red,..
Yep red as a gemstone..
Rubys just right,
Made with colours of claret
That flows through the family's veins..
.. ..
Parental affection..
Is like the definition of God..
Still searching for answers,..
Best left unexplained and its unconditional....
.. ..
Admiration is with what eyes..
He is seen and the way he sits and stares,..
For his love for his family is...
Unmistakeable undeniable..

USELESS FACTS


1. Knowledge that is not acted on

2. The deed that has neither sincerity nor is based on following the righteous examples of others

3. Money that is hoarded, as the owner neither enjoys it during this life nor obtains any reward for it in the Hereafter

4. The heart that is empty of love and longing for Allah, and of seeking closeness to Him

5. A body that does not obey and serve Allah

6. Loving Allah without following His orders or seeking His pleasure

7. Time that is not spent in expiating sins or seizing opportunities to do good

8. A mind that thinks about useless matters

9. Serving those who do not bring you close to Allah, nor benefit you in your life

10. Hoping and fearing whoever is under the authority of Allah and in His hand; while he cannot bring any benefit or harm to himself, nor death, nor life; nor can he resurrect himself.

However the greater of these matters are wasting the heart and wasting time. Wasting the heart is done by preferring this worldly life over the Hereafter, and wasting time is done by having incessant hope. Destruction occurs by following one’s desires and having incessant hope, while all goodness is found in following the right path and preparing oneself to meet Allah.

How strange it is that when a servant of Allah has a [worldly] problem, he seeks help of Allah, but he never asks Allah to cure his heart before it dies of ignorance, neglect, fulfilling one’s desires and being involved in innovations. Indeed, when the heart dies, he will never feel the significance or impact of his sins.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

I DEFY.....

Sometimes breaking the shell is so necessary to escalate yourself from the worlds den. Their crust is a place where your own wisdom is cursed and crushed; it functions by its sets of norms. You seldom question the liberty you get, coming out from a cocoon is so not a lay man’s job. It requires a harsh soldier and the warrior who could stand by his wills.

Most times the realizations are much delayed, that is; when you are either swaying in circumstantial hands or by the deaths crest. There is no way to deter now. Is it, have you ever known or attempted? The tempest has befallen. I can’t even warn, beware. Think!



Freedom is altruistic, you dream, you fathom, but do you achieve or even make efforts to unshackle?  Do you look forth a new horizon tell me, do you really do? I have been all across the journey together by you, limitlessly trying to dive into its ocean. I really am unaware about the bottom of the sea that you and I have chosen to govern. I am not a liberator anymore.

The puppeteer has his hands laid on the strings to guide your path and movements. How can you escape, oh my dear little puppet! Solicit your soul, do marionettes find their ways without reins? It is up to you to decide. Think, I say, are you even those puppets or leeches looking for the day to step forward?

Ah, it is mine and your dream, of carcasses and the soul, the battle of quests they undergo together by the journey. Life, it says to me whispering into my ears. I defy, for I am liberated now.

A BEGINNING OR END


When we were three or four, our parents always nudged us, regarding what we wanted to become when we grew up...
Our adorably cute answers of course ranged from the President of USA, to the Astronaut probably sitting on the moon right then, or well in my case, a Tooth Fairy with a magic wand....

When we were nine or probably ten, they asked us again...
And surprisingly our answers changed to a wide extent!
Now we wanted to become a rock star, a cowboy, a model or well in my case a Teacher...

And now that we have grown up, the question strangely still remains the same. But this time everyone is search of a serious answer...

Well how about this - "Who the hell knows?"

I learned from someone, that this isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions of life. Rather its the time to make as many mistakes as possible!
Catching the wrong train, reaching the entirely wrong destination and getting stuck there for hours and hours..
Falling in love - as much as anyone can even imagine..
Doing a Major in Philosophy 'cause there is no way to make a career out of that!
Changing your mind, 10,000 times a day,
And then changing it again..
And then changing it bloody once again!
Because nothing on this planet is permanent. Nothing at all!

So lets make as many mistakes as possible, so that, someday in the future, when they again ask us the same question, then we wont have to shoot anything in the darkness by making guesses but till then probably we'll know the answer!

SMILE OR LAUGH :):)

I came across these really funny pictures and I wanted to share them with you guyz... They not only made my laugh, they made my day. Hope they make u laugh too =D because we all need a smile, one way or another.
ans today everyone must smile... and remember that its my birthday :) ^_^