Yet another evening, yet another post I begin to write about those things which keep on happening these day. To start with, I did little bit of changing after signing in to blogspot today:-

1. I changed my blog name 
2. updated my facebook status before publishing this post. 1^st tym sounding categorical with my updated status. Ha ha …

So this is the outcome of several logical reasoning question which I am facing in my TIME class, online coaching and why should I forget my all tym favorite writer ?? Mr. Arun Sharma. (Boss such is your book and such is your logical reasoning question)

Anyway,

This tale is about 2 boys and 1 girl. ( no , there is not a single percent similarities with me). Yet being true I have read this story on someone’s blogsite a couple of months ago and from that day I was formatting the same in my mind with my own logical sentences.

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CHARACTERS:

• A- a boy named X
• B- another boy named Y
• C- a girl named Z

X loves C but Z loves B because Y approached before and expressed his love..so just because now B loves C..for no fault of his, X suffers { shayad INDIA ke maximum boys ka yahi luv story me twist hota hai}


X loves Z but does not tell her, waiting for the right time. Z thinks X is just a friend rather a best friend. So Y comes and wooes C. so who suffers???? It’s X na?? { mai sahi hu na yaar?}

A was a spoilt brat who changed for the girl C (love changes all u see) but C checks thru the history and hates this guy's past and shuts the door. {and perhaps this is the true picture of we guys}

Love is all about first come and first served. It is not about the feeling and the intense care that you carry in your heart rather love definition goes as how much pleasure you can give both by sex and money.

Love is all about committing a suicide without knowing the reason.

PS: I know the last two lines sound ironical, and may be a stab on the face of lovers but this is my personal blogs and I have full freedom to scribble my thoughts. Comments are welcomed.!!!   

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The day when you are born, you are not even aware of anything around you. Life is so much more carefree, and you have almost everyone to cater to your every need.

But as you grow, you find less and less people giving you the same affection as when you were a kid...and you find that the world does not fulfil your every wish as you hoped it would. You feel a little lonely too..

Then there is always the greed to find something that would make you satisfied both in your profession as well as your personal life. Man is forever searching..

I can say I am in such a phase now. I do not entirely know what Iwant and will be satisfied with life once I know and hence therafter, achieve my goals.

I guess,one can never remain satisfied in his/her early years. A young mind always needs something extra. Even a good job will not do any good. 'I know I am capable of much more' will always linger inside you. The hunger always pushes one forward, to try a little harder. And once you achieve your goals, wow.. I am sure the feeling must be quite something else.

And when you have achieved entire satisfaction.. then there is a much deserved peace. Your responsibilities have become lesser, you have more time in your hands. Then the child within you just re-emerges.
More people have time for you. They cater to your needs again. And of course, then comes the time when you have had enough and decides to leave to a place which is much more predictable.

Comes to a fullcircle - this walk of life.

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Dear Life,

 When I look behind me, you form my trail. When I look ahead you are my path . When I look around , you are a swirl of colors . You are a dissonance of noises. You are a labyrinth of emotions. And when I look with in , you are a mystery.

I conspire with time and together we unearth your myriad hues. When we started out , the bright colours of innocence , of unbridled happiness seemed to define you. You seemed to extend your arms to pull me into a pool of luminous joy. You seemed a beautiful picture of hope , love and peace.

Is it out of your very bosom that clouds of anxiety flew out? Did you hide under your bright shades , the darkness of sorrow ? Who painted the wild strokes of fear upon you ? Where did the thickness of Greed spring from?

Each time I look , you seem to change your colors. Layers of paint on your surface grows thick. The experiences of humanity over the years must have culminated into the collage that you present before me. I see in you memories , tears and laughter of people I never knew.

And just when you seemed to be the most undecipherable painting , I discover understanding. The new shade that i see in you , the strange combination of all your shades.. And suddenly you make a little more sense. I now see your colours, yet they don’t intimidate me. I now dodge greed , and try to overcome fear. I see jealousy and close my eyes. You taught me to manipulate you.

Yet sometimes you take me by surprise. You hide your glow and turn murky. You take away my understanding . You challenge me. As I stagger out of the dark alley, I see wisdom. The sublime shade that revels a few of your secrets.

You have painted me in all your colours. You have given me the wealth of experience. You have sprinkled over me twinges of understanding. Yet you lie ahead , a misty veil over your face. You lure me with the unknown.

Someday I shall form another layer on you , and my laughter and tears shall form lessons to somebody else in pursuit of you. For I may disappear someday , yet you will resound in every heartbeat and every breath.

I hope to make peace with you before I leave.

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Disclaimer: This post is the outcome of personal experience of past decade and if it resemble with others’ thinking, will be purely co-incidental.

  Phase 1: Guys and a gals get enroll in the prestigious institute such as TIME {presently I am} with a ton of feeling to bell the CAT. With a hope to churn lot of money and with this hope they focus to each and every class that goes in flow. What’s more, seat also gets segregated i:e boys one side, girls on other.  Status – single.

Phase 2: They start exchanging their dreams, their points, jokes and personal opinion on the faculty. Their segregated seat, turns out to be a hot discussion among others; both sit side by side, discuss about various aspect and finally those three words are spelt. Status changes from single to committed.

Phase 3: Bunking classes, going to theater, pub, parks becomes the routine, searching for the low tariff plans of various network, late night talk, early morning wishes are shared and finally ,if lucky, bed shared.

Phase 4: Examinations are round the corner, preparation almost zero, scratching beard and blaming the partner for the present condition and finally breakup occurs. But nothing miracle occurs and eventually results are zero. Status changes from committed to single.  

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