Happiness is not forever..sadness also

**Another one from my Infyblogs**

The first look of this picture doesn’t render anything unusual; not a great piece of photography also. But I sense some sort of magical power attached to it.
The sun that was glowing with all its mightiness is now setting. Having lost its glory, it is nearing the doom, leaving behind total darkness. But is there something to be upset about it? Even a small kid knows that the sun would rise again next morning and sunshine would be back to lighten the world. Isnt’t it a metaphor for each of our lives? God never spares anyone or anything from a darker phase of life. But with each sunset, he also guarantees a sunrise; with each moment of grief he promises a moment of joy as well.

Ever since I took this picture, whenever I feel down, whenever I feel that darkness is filling my life, I take a look at this one and I would feel my heart getting lighter..and this is why I consider it as my magical picture

*Captured from a moving car in my SE Cyber Shot K790i phone

"Love" is baffling me

Now don't get baffled by the subject line :). This blog is all about my life-long experience of love and a derivation of how people perceive it. Here, I don't intend a confinement to just the emotional or physical attraction between a man and a woman...a strong affection or a warm attachment that binds the human beings together, that's what I mean by LOVE. It's an unanimously accepted truth that existence of life without this so called 4 letter word is the most tragic thing. A need for belonging, someone to care, a smiling face, the flimsiest of consideration for one's wants...it's needless to say that these are all anyone of us would crave for..the bottom-line is all of us want to be just loved.



Now coming back to the crux of the post..in all my life I've come across 2 sorts of people ( By people I'm not generalizing the mob as such, but rather focusing on those who are closely bound to my life). The categorization goes like this

* Some, who r immensely obsessed with expressing all the love they have for you

* Some, who do not care ( or is it that they do not know) about letting us know what is in their minds


Well, the first category..I should say that those people are like the most affectedly refined gems, so rare to find. The second category, now they are the ones who r baffling me. They never say or even give the slightest clue about their love, but still we are obnoxiously obliged to believe that love is inside them and accept that this is how they are. Is it a fair deal? I don't know, but however hard I try, cannot digest this particular concept of love. Ain't love something that cannot be touched, seen or heard? Ain't love something that can only be felt? Then if that something is hidden inside the enigmatic dungeons of one's mind, how are we supposed to feel its warmth and pleasure? Is there any point in saying that u've so much of love inside you, without showing even the smallest act of it? All these unanswered questions are what that keep on baffling me..on and on. It's true that noone can always keep on saying or showing their love towards one another, some things are to be understood even in silence..but then how beautiful our lives would have been if each one of us can express how much our loved ones are important to us, how much blessed our lives are with them..how beautiful this world would have been with love and love only around us, rather than hidden mysterious minds that are difficult to be comprehended.

When all that we needed was "fun"..

**This one was posted by me sometime back in my Infy blogs..re-posting it here now.**

“Hey u r the loser this time also”, shouted my brother with a wicked grin of victory on his face.

It all started when dad got me a new bicycle, BMX Kangaroo, a petite one painted yellow. I was just 10 then, but still remember the glee on my face after getting it..the contentment of possessing a valuable treasure. Gradually I learned the basic lessons of the act of balancing on a two-wheeler from my brother. He was my companion during childhood days, and his friends were my friends too. The idea of racing came into our minds at that time. By then, I became a not-so-bad cycle-rider and my brother and his friends, adept bike-riders. The memories of the first race we had are still afresh in my mind as if it all happened a day before. Every time we had a race it became a routine for my brother to bawl with joy “I won, I won” and I would be there muttering “It’s okay. Participating is more important than winning”. I still can’t control laughing at myself when I think about all those. But in a way I meant what I said. Fun and frolic was all that mattered to us ultimately, rather than the rage for competing and winning.

Don’t know when things started changing. We started getting new friends, this time it came to just “his” friends and “my” friends. Those old ramblings in the streets, the cycle-rides, the games we played together..everything started to fade away. Years passed by and I confined to my own group of friends and he, to his own. Now we both are grown-ups; I still can go to him for almost anything and he would be there for me when the whole world turns back. But still if I am asked what I love most, the present or the past, I would have only one thing to say “I want my childhood days back”.