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Saturday, October 31, 2009
I love this time of the year...
Its 1Am at night and I am sitting beside the window of my bedroom. Cool gentle wind caressing my face, my house dimly lit, complete silence and nobody around me... I enjoy the company of my own... After coming back from office at 9, i become a couch potato, sit in front of the television and get ready to be peeled off by some stupid yet interesting reality shows. Somtimes i get irked at myself thinking "dude, what are you watching? How does it matter to you if Tanaaz and Bakhtiyar abused each other at Big Boss? Or Sherlin Chopra did a sleazy dance sequence? That is not your taste... "(Although i take quite some time to think if the latter is really not my taste) But i continue watching it as i dont have better things to do in life. Simple. After watching television when my eyes start aching, and face finds it hard to defy the law of gravity and starts drooping out of sleep, i go to bed. Day after day, i follow the same routine. Go to office, come back, watch tv, eat and sleep.
But today, its different. Its a friday and i will make sure i take out time for myself. So after watching television (I could not resist watching it, sleazy dance sequences are not such a bad time pass), i came to my bed and thought of enjoying the night. Bumped on to my cozy bed, got inside my bedsheet, and now i am looking outside the window and the glimpses of my life are running through you mind... A quick Rewind. I just love this period of the year, between Diwali and New year. Pleasant weather, slightly cool, and an exuberant atmosphere. I see a few distant bulbs from my window, which make me think who would be living there? would they be feeling cold? and i even sometimes feel like going and staying there overnight. But for now these remote bulbs are flashing some memories in my head.
Random thoughts:
I remember how as a kid i used to snuggle under my mumma's arms to get a little cozy. How we used to get up on sundays to watch Potli Baba Ki, gobbling down bread omlette and a cup of tea. How I used to go to park with my friends to play cricket and we used to give a collective sigh seeing Uncles and Aunties sitting on a bedsheet spread out in the middle of park where there was maximum sunlight. I remeber the days when i used to go to take tuition classes at 7:30 PM and come back at 10:30 even on winter nights when there used to be no one but lonely streets and barking dogs to give us company back home. How I used to sit at the basket ball court of Khalsa college with my friends discussing if i should try my luck with a Mirandian i used to like or if i should compromise and settle down on my classmate (its a different case that i got none). The memories are so different from each other, but they all have a common chord, u might think its crazy but yes it is this season. Many a times such small little background things leave such an impact on you that they become an integral part of the memories. Like a song reminds you of a particular phase of your life, a dress reminds of you an occasion on which you had worn it, etc. These things may or may not be in the picture but they do make the picture look perfect.
Just realized I am stuck to this age fantacism man... Coming back to present, I have to sleep... ciao.... byeeeeee
But today, its different. Its a friday and i will make sure i take out time for myself. So after watching television (I could not resist watching it, sleazy dance sequences are not such a bad time pass), i came to my bed and thought of enjoying the night. Bumped on to my cozy bed, got inside my bedsheet, and now i am looking outside the window and the glimpses of my life are running through you mind... A quick Rewind. I just love this period of the year, between Diwali and New year. Pleasant weather, slightly cool, and an exuberant atmosphere. I see a few distant bulbs from my window, which make me think who would be living there? would they be feeling cold? and i even sometimes feel like going and staying there overnight. But for now these remote bulbs are flashing some memories in my head.
Random thoughts:
I remember how as a kid i used to snuggle under my mumma's arms to get a little cozy. How we used to get up on sundays to watch Potli Baba Ki, gobbling down bread omlette and a cup of tea. How I used to go to park with my friends to play cricket and we used to give a collective sigh seeing Uncles and Aunties sitting on a bedsheet spread out in the middle of park where there was maximum sunlight. I remeber the days when i used to go to take tuition classes at 7:30 PM and come back at 10:30 even on winter nights when there used to be no one but lonely streets and barking dogs to give us company back home. How I used to sit at the basket ball court of Khalsa college with my friends discussing if i should try my luck with a Mirandian i used to like or if i should compromise and settle down on my classmate (its a different case that i got none). The memories are so different from each other, but they all have a common chord, u might think its crazy but yes it is this season. Many a times such small little background things leave such an impact on you that they become an integral part of the memories. Like a song reminds you of a particular phase of your life, a dress reminds of you an occasion on which you had worn it, etc. These things may or may not be in the picture but they do make the picture look perfect.
Just realized I am stuck to this age fantacism man... Coming back to present, I have to sleep... ciao.... byeeeeee
Friday, May 8, 2009
Flight to the past...
After spending another day in office, it was time to go back home. Month of May, 6:15 in the evening, sun had begun to set... Unlike the days usually are in month of May, the sky had clouds and winds, giving a bit of relief to people and hopes to mother earth which was getting parched after bearing heat blows for the entire day. For the past one year in office, i have drawn one conclusion, that it is just the age and the environment of the place that stops most people from running to the gates of office, just like school kids do when the day is called off. I was feeling just the same. Folding the cuffs of my shirt, and loosening my tie, i walked down to cab. This twilight time of the day is one of my favourite time slots since childhood as this used to be my play time when i was a kid. Along with 6 other people who slog and rub their arses against the office chair with me, I left for the day. Some took out their phones and started babbling, some closed their eyes to relax after a taxing day, and a few started gossiping about office. I was in no mood to crib and therefore, decided to plug in earphones of my music player and enjoy my solitude amidst crowd. With one my favourite tracks playing "Tanha dil, tanha safar, dhunde tujhe fir kyu nazar..." its mystic video ran through my mind and our cab begun to move... Within a fraction of second, it caught a speed of 90 km/hr, thanks to driver bhaiya who should better be called pilot bhaiya...Its risky, but when its about going back home, nobody stops him from doing that! Wide Gurgaon highway passing by me like a bullet, i leaned on the car seat, and put my head on the back-rest to see wide-blue sky... clouds, birds flying back to their nests, cool breeze caressing my face, my mind took a flight to past and this was the time i took out for myself...
Thoughts of my childhood flashed in my mind, and i remembered the days when at this time i was out of my house holding cricket bat and cosco ball, and called my Friends by shouting their names aloud outside their houses. Play time was a must to reduce the so called "tensions of school"... School, which seemed horrible then, was actually loads of fun. Around April, sessions used to begin, and i used to be totally geared up to go to a new class. Smell of new books and plastic covers of copies, new stationary, drawing file... everything used to infuse a new spirit. I still remember how first day in a new class used to go just in giving introductions, how we used to stand in ques to go to music and art rooms, how shirts and hands used to get stained with ink when we moved to ink-pens from pencils in class 6. It made us feel that we have grown up... pencils are for kids, pens are a sign of maturity! Crazy... how did we not notice any other signs of maturity... specially in girls, which are hard to overlook??? :) Summer vacations, holiday homework, making charts and models, craft work, i miss everything so much.... Where are those days gone? Why cant we still feel the same happiness around us? Only one answer that struck me was that we have stopped living in the moment...
I didn't realize when 45km journey ended and i finally got off my cab to walk to home. It had rained a bit in this area and the smell of wet soil pushed me deeper into nostalgia...Everything was still same around me, children were playing in the colony park, ladies were gossiping and going to buy milk for home, some were taking evening walk... The atmosphere was same... it is just me who has changed...
Thoughts of my childhood flashed in my mind, and i remembered the days when at this time i was out of my house holding cricket bat and cosco ball, and called my Friends by shouting their names aloud outside their houses. Play time was a must to reduce the so called "tensions of school"... School, which seemed horrible then, was actually loads of fun. Around April, sessions used to begin, and i used to be totally geared up to go to a new class. Smell of new books and plastic covers of copies, new stationary, drawing file... everything used to infuse a new spirit. I still remember how first day in a new class used to go just in giving introductions, how we used to stand in ques to go to music and art rooms, how shirts and hands used to get stained with ink when we moved to ink-pens from pencils in class 6. It made us feel that we have grown up... pencils are for kids, pens are a sign of maturity! Crazy... how did we not notice any other signs of maturity... specially in girls, which are hard to overlook??? :) Summer vacations, holiday homework, making charts and models, craft work, i miss everything so much.... Where are those days gone? Why cant we still feel the same happiness around us? Only one answer that struck me was that we have stopped living in the moment...
I didn't realize when 45km journey ended and i finally got off my cab to walk to home. It had rained a bit in this area and the smell of wet soil pushed me deeper into nostalgia...Everything was still same around me, children were playing in the colony park, ladies were gossiping and going to buy milk for home, some were taking evening walk... The atmosphere was same... it is just me who has changed...
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Perspectives...
Helllooooooo... it has been a long long time since i last wrote anything on my blog... mannnn... i have just become too lazy to do anything in life... don't know what is the purpose, how would my entire life be, and will i continue doing what i am doing right now till i die???? Which is - "NOTHING"??? My perspectives towards life are changing yaar... and sometimes i feel that it is all about perspectives... i mean the fundamental truth and theory of our life is "our perspective". No "geeta saar" can define life, and no osho's philosophy can show you the path to a happy life and salvation... humbug, to me it all can be summed under one philosophy of "perspectives"...
The other day my friends were telling me "Ajay you have changed a lot"... Of course i have, my perspective towards life has changed, with time every person is bound to change... So to all the wives and girlfriends in the world, i am sure you don't think the way you used to when you were young... dolls get substituted by boys and gossips... older you grow they get substituted by just gossips... even older... and finally you get substituted. :)
My boss tells me what are my mistakes, my improvement areas, what i did wrong in my project, but is it necessary that what he thinks i have done wrong is the right logic??? Bloody perspective again.... I supposed what i was doing was right and that is why i did it, now how can you say that his logic of evaluation of a matter is superior to mine??? Bloody bosses....... hmmmmm
Its not about being headstrong or not flexible enough to accept your mistakes, but its just about opening up your mind and thinking from all angles... "Entertaining a stranger thought/idea without accepting is the sign of an educated and developed mind"... Then why most of us think that we are right and the other person is not??? And the shittiest thing is that this set of people includes me......and every person, at some point of time in life...
People say that not everything is black and white... there are shades of grey.... but to me most of the portion in this big picture of life is filled with grey shade... we are not computers, which can defy a logic on the basis of certain set commands and codes... no list of commands or premises can be exhaustive for query of life... calling a thing right just because you think its right is not a very right thing to do... right??? Anyways right think for me now is to think what is right for me to do for the life whichis left! That is setting the right perspective....Ciao...byeeeeeee...
The other day my friends were telling me "Ajay you have changed a lot"... Of course i have, my perspective towards life has changed, with time every person is bound to change... So to all the wives and girlfriends in the world, i am sure you don't think the way you used to when you were young... dolls get substituted by boys and gossips... older you grow they get substituted by just gossips... even older... and finally you get substituted. :)
My boss tells me what are my mistakes, my improvement areas, what i did wrong in my project, but is it necessary that what he thinks i have done wrong is the right logic??? Bloody perspective again.... I supposed what i was doing was right and that is why i did it, now how can you say that his logic of evaluation of a matter is superior to mine??? Bloody bosses....... hmmmmm
Its not about being headstrong or not flexible enough to accept your mistakes, but its just about opening up your mind and thinking from all angles... "Entertaining a stranger thought/idea without accepting is the sign of an educated and developed mind"... Then why most of us think that we are right and the other person is not??? And the shittiest thing is that this set of people includes me......and every person, at some point of time in life...
People say that not everything is black and white... there are shades of grey.... but to me most of the portion in this big picture of life is filled with grey shade... we are not computers, which can defy a logic on the basis of certain set commands and codes... no list of commands or premises can be exhaustive for query of life... calling a thing right just because you think its right is not a very right thing to do... right??? Anyways right think for me now is to think what is right for me to do for the life whichis left! That is setting the right perspective....Ciao...byeeeeeee...
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