and thats the way it actually is...

Its disheartening how seldom we realise that the true meaning of life lies within us..and even if we do, its even more disheartening how soon we forget.

We keep asking questions, keep searching for answers---answers that have always been inside us...if only we would stop looking for them elsewhere.


Life is like a mirror..a looking glass...but the difference being very often we do not find the time to look into it long enough to notice what it seems to be trying to reflect upon us.

Just like a mirror shows you your own reflection, life pretty much does the same..try smiling a little more and you will see what i mean.

Life , like a looking glass doesn't have an opinion of its own..it just shows us reality..no rosy pictures..no false images.


we smile..it smiles back at us....

we cry..it gives us a thousand more reasons to...

we think ourself insignificant...it further questions our existence...

we feel proud of ourself...it shares our happiness...

Its all a question of our attitude and how we perceive ourselves..


and yet we blame life for being stubborn..for being partial..for being unfair...

when the truth is---its just our very own reflection...its all about how we look at it!!

some borrowed words--close to my heart!

(this message has once again, managed to fill up the void to some extent...i do not know who it is originally written by..but whoever it is, sure hell nailed it right!!

something which manages to get my soul nodding in agreement every time i read it---one of the best forwards i have ever been emailed and probably the only one which has remained with me ever since i first read it..)

We lost ourselves the day we were born

Since then the search began

To find those of our family



We were confused

For we were given a family of birth

We had friends from our situation

In this funny place called “society”

We travelled

And felt the semblance of the primeval sensation of life

We wondered why we felt at home on the road

We were made to believe we were a little strange

For how many stay away from “home” for so long?

How many become the rebels we did?



We wandered on empty streets in the night

Feeling the wind of the sea, the river, the mountains of wherever we lived…

We had so many questions and no answers we found

We searched, always searched

We searched even for ourselves…



We delved in unfathomable depths of the being

We rowed for months in strange alien seas

We searched for friends of the soul

Somehow no friends we had ever,

seemed like friends enough…

How could we explain what “friends” meant to us?

Friends were beings so akin to us

They could read our minds

Walk in step with us on those roads of life

Friends were those who travelled with us

Climbed mountains, forged rivers, conquered seas…

Friends were one life breath, strangely

Such few “friends” we never found in this world



We stayed aloof…from so much

The norms, the religions, thought processes of the world

We risked our lives, our positions, our family relations for our beliefs



We did the things we believed in

Worked for none but ourselves

We were called selfish for we cared

About our own well being…



We fought, we battled,

We ran like mad from so many, so much

We hid, we absconded, we hibernated



Some of us found our soulmates

Some of us didn’t

Some of us had homes, children, love

Some of us lived lonely in far away homes

Some of us were fulfilled having found the love

The understanding we seeked, the minds akin to ours

Some of us…after a long time stopped searching having understood that in some lifetimes we were meant to be alone

Our soulmates parted from us, living another life…

May be in another world, probably another time zone…



We, the seekers, the thinkers, the rebels

We ache to get together for nowhere seems like home

We long for company of similar minds, sensibilities

We hurt, we bleed, we pain, we die…

But we live completely, every moment of our lives

Live the good and bad as same

Give all of ourselves to the world…

To nature… to art…

For there is no other way to live we know

We seek answers all the time

We question all the time



We are probably the only ones who know how deep pain carves its being into us

And how full happiness makes us feel…

We are comfortable with extremes

We are comfortable with tears, with abandonment, with aloneness…



We, the unknown ones

We, the misfits

We, the seekers, the thinkers, the rebels!!

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if we ever meet again...

if we ever meet again,
i will tell you a story...
a story of two strangers,
of smiles exchanged and laughter shared,
of friendship which grew stronger everyday,
of memories so unintentionally created,
of patting backs and shaking hands,
of coffee conversations and secrets shared,
of a tinge of wonder and a sense of pride,
of blossoming love and unaware minds,
of innocent feelings and rainbow dreams,
of blissfully wishing over shooting stars,
of sleepless nights and silent thoughts,
of two strangers who became friends--just like that!

if we ever meet again,
i will tell you a story...
a story of the same two strangers,
of their life now--how it took a turn,
of pleasantries exchanged and tears suppressed,
of bonds losing strength by the day,
of memories screaming out to be erased,
of turning backs and leaving sides,
of awkward conversations and secrets kept,
of a sense of pain and a tinge of regret,
of wilting love and conscious hearts,
of selfish feelings and broken dreams,
of shedding tears over shooting stars,
of different worlds and tainted thoughts,
of two friends who became strangers--just like that!

if we ever meet again,
i will tell you a story...

cryptic thoughts #16

Sometimes avoiding someone is not the best way to fall out of love with them....because then your heart sits with the perfect image you might have created of him/her and refuses to let go.
perceptions and images get altered with time and situations..and before you know it, you are not in love anymore--and you realise that the impossible has happened--you have moved on..

its true, too much of familiarity at times does breed contempt!!

and sometimes...

"In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do." i read this somewhere a long time back..and it remained with me!! isn't it true? for a brief moment today, i thought of someone..someone who i had disposed off never to think of again.. its been years and what surprised me was that today, in one of my weakest moments, its still him that crossed my mind for no apparent reason per se..not for the person he is may be now..but for the person i thought he was to me once upon a time--someone more than a friend, mentor and confidante put together.. and all of a sudden, a silly thought crossed my mind--i wondered if he would ever name his daughter 'priyanka' :)