For the sake of Love..(2)

It has been quite some time which wasnt particularly "quiet". In all the hustle bustle of the city of Delhi, there are lives which lay unsatisfied, unsure, unsafe and still determined to mkae a difference. These lonely souls are on a lookout for something different that would create a pep in their lives. The loud music in friday night DJs is not loud enough to fill the void they carry. It is in such circumstances, that the youth find it even more challenging to concentrate on the task in hand.

She wants to witness loud music and dense crowd.
He detest it all.

She would meet hundred people, and come back distracted.
He would meet not many, but is happy and content.

She wants to move out and admire the paintings, exhibitions and monuments.
He would rather find a food joint.

She would read a light story, mostly to entertain.
He would sit in his quiet room, reading all flavours, mostly non-fiction.
Atleast they read together!

Do such ends ever meet? 

For the sake of Love..(1)

This is a story of a girl who loved herself and a boy who loved this girl.

"A self made man", or so he called himself.
With 23 years of life, he had lived everything he had imagined. Infact he got things, only after he imagined. A sceptic by nature, he carried himself with the confidence of a king. A tough chap one would never want to mess up with. A thinker by attitude, the air around him commanding challenge.

With 22 years of life, she had always realized after receiving, be it an admission or a salary. A devout by nature, she always hid her true self from people. This self loving personality kept herself wrapped in her ego. A fortunate person with all the happiness pouring in, except a true love.

He needs someone who would keep him happy.
She doesnt know how to make someone happy.

He loves with an open heart and even despises with love, unless it is misunderstood, ofcourse.
She loves with a feeling of given. The given of life, the love.

He looks for constant presence.
She takes the presence as a given.

Lets call him a perfect man. someone who would love his wife for her being his wife and nothing less.
Lets call her a "given" girl. Everything she attains, is a given. So no special efforts should be needed to maintain it.

And then they met..

I dont know what this will lead to. But while I come back and take this forward in the next blog, tell me if you have "been there". Comment how this could go forward. Lets see if we can make it work for them..

Why Not To Think

There was a great inspiration that prompted me to write something under this head. I saw one of my friends spending sleepless nights brooding over the question of making a choice between love and compromise with the career...
Why love?
Two people complement each other. They share there happiness, sorrows,emotions, life, time and space.There is so much you get. Someone to care for, think of day in and day out, feel responsible for, and share all what you had ever wanted. There is an essense in the relation you want to cherish forever.
Why career?
Ever since I entered into a conscious state, I knew I had the knack for maths and language. I have always enjoyed working. There is a passion for it. The spirit to clarify the thought process to make the most of what keeps running in the mind.
So, is the conflict between heart and mind?
I suppose no.
The conflict is within the mind.
For the heart is pure and it never hurts. It only beats.It has the rhythm and song of vitality.
The mind takes over and starts governing the whole issue of existence, trying to figure out reasons, expectations, arguments, counter arguments and conflicts.
When you love, and considering your mind and heart both accepted it with the same vigour, it creates unsurmountable levels of energy. Here the mind catches its role. It decides how to put this energy to its satisfaction.
This, one should realise, is the loophole.
Mind can never be satisfied. It always wants something.
When I was a child, the mind told me to be an obedient girl, to stay in my mother's good girls list, which again was the creation of my mind, based on what I could comprehend then.
This meant that I killed innumerable desires of the tender heart of a child, and spent long hours wishing otherwise.
Again the heart never bothered. It found happiness in other things like games, music, friends(I dont really remember what kept me happy, but am sure that I was never gloomy).
As I grew up, reading became a passion. Books and numbers became my friends. Mind came in again. It wanted to make the most out of the abilities. It started pressing. I took maths as my subject, and started working with it. Mind wanted greater results, more success, and hence pressed harder. I gave up everything, which would take my attention away from studies and this meant leaving aside friends, chatting, laughing, relaxing, everything... My parents and brother were understanding enough to help me cope up the way I chose, even though, I might have often offended them.
As I stepped into the college, I had a few expectations based on what I had heard from my peers. Also I wanted to have friends, and life, back to my lively self. I wanted to cover up everything I had ever missed.
There was no certain definition to it. Because, today as I reflect, I just wanted my heart to live and regain its vitality.
Mind did come up at times, forcing me into defining what I wanted. And that let me into doing many wierd experiments. This stretched from directing a play, to proposing a friend! The heart enjoyed everything I did, creating memorable years. But the mind forced to see, that nothing brought "visible" success.
Where the mind stands clearly as the motivating energy, heart gives meaning to what is done.
Mind wants results, and still more results. I remember having achieved a lot in life. But everything made the heart happy, and the mind, expecting for still more. I also remember having missed a lot of what I deserved. And those things made my heart glad, for I enjoyed the process of working towards it. The mind wondered, why it ever fell on the track which didnt yield anything. It sometimes even tries to figure out, if there were more viable alternatives.
I stand today, with a realization, that this process of mind and heart, is inevitable.
What remains to be seen is, Do I let myself cherish every moment and never be sorry about it, or I let the mind decide what I am feeling.
Mind and heart have separate roles. The mind is meant to assist the heart, in finding out, where there is something it wants to explore.Heart is pure, it never deceives. It is always looking out for its rhythm.
The heart decides what it feels, and the mind learns the choice of heart, and provides pepper to it, to try something new.
The whole question of deciding priorities is governed by the mind's efficiency to understand the heart.
The tomorrow depends on the ability to keep the heart and mind tuned with each other, to be able to make every moment, special.
A "peace of mind" is created when it trusts that, all that it does, there is no need for looking back, because the heart enjoyed the process of it!

Strange People

What if one fine day, you get up to welcome the morning and what welcomes you is a string of questions you have no answer to..??....Yes!!! That sounds familiar. Doesn't that...??

And what if those questions challenge your very being, and you got to explain what you are, and to those who don't even know themselves.... Beleive me guys....u gotta do it.... They are all kind of crap, but then they are all what makes the world and they want to know everything that is around, everything that they cannot manage.... for what brings up their questions is the astonishment to the fact that someone, somehow is faring better. How can someone know everything that they never even imagined..... and what follows is a drama which portrays their frustration and inability to accept that there is someone better and yes, this promotes their unintentional actions which defy them and these confused people are all what make the world. It was your fine morning only till the moment you realized that there are others too and you got to live with and share with and care for all those things that may or may not matter. But what matters is that they are there.

Amongst this crowd, stand some poles which they call the landmarks (because they know the root). But somehow unfortunately this metaphor completely overrules the existence of any emotion or reaction for that matter. I wish it was true because then it couldn't have hurt anybody.

And then there is another morning when the people suddenly realize that "Oh! These are the landmarks"...and so... with this realization dawns upon them another string of expectations which snatches away the right of those few poles to err and mind you, this time there will be no second chances because for their contemplation there is no second world and there are no second kind of people. People are either like them or the poles. You tell them they are wrong, you tell them to reconsider and that is the end of it. Because reconsideration requires acceptance. Acceptance of a different viewpoint, a different set of emotions and the acceptance that there is someone better than them, who is not perfect and still fares better.

Life is meant to be simple... Then why these "Starnge People " turn it tough. Is it just the acceptance or I missed something??