Oh my sorrows, leave me not alone...

Leave me not alone!

Oh! troubling times

Without you I have only joy,

I have no values, no principles.

I forget what it means to labor for love

And I forget to see those signs from above.

My struggles are all I have,

So, I pray you leave me not alone

Make me a better person

Let me have you, so I shall never moan.

Oh! my sorrows, that triumph over lonely joyfulness,

You are all I have, leave me not alone

Leave me not alone.

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Dream!

Dream! when you have nothing else to do,

Dream! when there are choices left few,

Dream! when you are high and you feel like flying,

Dream! when you are down and feel like crying.

 

Dream! that the wish you made would come true,

Dream! that the old would be replaced by new.

Dream! that you find meaning and worth in all that you do,

Dream! and believe that you are among those few.

 

Dream! that you find love in the tiniest of expressions.

Dream! that you never fail to notice and while you do,

Dream! and believe even if no one else does,

Dream! for dreams do come true!

 

Dream! the impossible dream and wish upon the brightest star in sky,

Dream! like a babe and wish to smile, never to cry.

Dream! my friend, for a better me and a better you,

Dream! my darling, for dreams really do come true! 

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The Key

I've been the key to many a door

Poor me, you keep wanting more!

In your loving arms, if I were to fall asleep,

I'll tell you all the secrets hidden deep.

Deeper than the sea can ever be.

If your just and loving eyes, you'll open to see.

Oh pretty baby! Will you just let it go?

And not come after me with your bow and arrow!

A single basket, did I put all my eggs in

Should I have not? Was it a sin?

I knew not of any other way,

Nor do I now, Please believe what I say!

If I were a sea, would you dive in?

All lies aside, we're so much akin!

A safeguard to my secrets, will you be?

To my locked doors, will you be the key?

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The smell of cigarette

Away from the chilly fogs of Silent Hill

Away from the desolation that can kill

I've run away

I'd no other way

From this strange, scary place

Where the streets have no name

Into my own secret mental place

Where no one plays no game

I need to leave this icy cold town

Where my heart only pains, I only frown

The smell of cigarette, Oh! it can be sweet

Some prefer cigars, others smoke weed

The comfort and pleasures of it umpteen

Even when a mere passive spectator, I've been

My heart perplexes, as it fills with desire

But I know I can't fight fire with fire

Nobody will even hear me speak

If I don't practice what I preach

I'd lose not much if I compromise

But I miss the one who can surprise

Its no wonder that ahead of me

Is the one in the karmic wheel of life

Isis, the one who exists, let the name be

The one who's supposed to cause some strife

Oh how will happy times and the smell of smoke

Assist you and cause you to grow

It is but, my friend, a petty joke

That in life, you either smoke to smoke or you smoke to show

And its times that test you

That'll prove your real worth

It was acceptance and not denial, I always knew

That causes us all much mirth

I shall give up my desire

For something far greater

For there's no smoke without fire

And it is fire that causes it all

But surely, be it sooner or later

Surely will I rise, now that I've had my fall

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Unable to stay, Unwilling to leave...

Unable to stay,

Unwilling to leave.

Reluctant to say,

But you have to believe.

Ask your heart!

Oh! Your weary heart!

If we must part

And live an ocean apart,

A step let's walk

Towards each other for now.

Be silent, let's not talk,

Don't ask me when or how.

Trust me once more,

It will all be better soon.

Gaze with me, as before,

Shining stars and the tranquil moon.

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If only (The beauty in one and all)

If only we mean every word we say

If only we keep every promise we make

If only the summer never goes after May

If only relationships were not just give and take

A poet shall rhyme, a singer shall sing and an author shall write

Poems, songs and stories of pain and pleasure, which life owes us all

If only I were an artist, then I shall color it all bright

And there shall be no sorrow and not a tear shall fall

From the eyes of the loved and unloved; for unfair's not my sight

An artist admires beauty, the beauty in one and all

 

 

 

 

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Thou Ain’t Loved!

[From a time when I was a kid and a theist]

Thou ain’t loved my darling
Thou ain’t the one, whom every eyes seek
Thou canst make a heart desperate
In thy love; nor a mind weak
Thy gait can seduce no mind
The words thou speak, no lust can bring
With your own discipline, thy heart thou bind
Thy tranquil heart, for peace is no longer willing

Thou ain’t loved my darling,
As long as this blind world,
To see uses its eyes cunning.

Thou ain’t loved; for indeed,
This world needs not love but lust and greed
Where thou belong not to its breed.

Thou ain’t loved; but thou won’t grieve,
For on His shoulders, whom the world disbelieves,
Thou rest in peace, even on doom’s eve!

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I have a choice (It's all coming back to me now)

I miss her. Krystal. She's the only person I've seen here in Silent Hill. Just when I think I've successfully fought my biggest fear, it comes right back spitting at my face its venom and makes me feel weak again. I feel like I should go back and see her at that park. Having some company would definitely make me feel better. But that was not the right question to ask. My wise little angel (who goes by the name Kate - And yes I believe in angels) gave me some advice about asking questions that I won't forget any time soon. She told me the reason most of us fail to find the answers to our questions is because we ask the wrong questions. I was not here to make myself feel more comfortable. I was here to solve a mystery - the one about the woman Isis. I had to find the strength somehow to fight this monster, my uneasiness and loneliness. I had to be alone and get used to it. I couldn't take anybody's help. 

I thought I had lost all memories of my past. But it started coming back to me as I started meditating on her name - Isis. I remember being with her. If I close my eyes and concentrate, I can see us together on various occasions, at different places, engaged in various activities. I could not, however, see her face. She was this tall faceless lady to me. The moment became melancholic as the moments in my imagination grew deeper and started seeming very beautiful. I could feel a deep longing in my heart that I can't explain in words.

There were those empty threats and hollow lies

And whenever you tried to hurt me

I just hurt you even worse

And so much deeper

There were hours that just went on for days

When alone at last we'd count up all the chances

That were lost to us forever

But you were history with the slamming of the door

And I made myself so strong again somehow

And I never wasted any of my time on you since then

The unawareness of my purpose of being here in Silent Hill, which made me very uncomfortable, had started to weaken its hold on me. I realized I was not supposed to ask questions but seek the truth, not feel uncomfortable but keep on looking for clues, not mind the loneliness but learn to be strong. Its not easy being here in Silent hill, feeling so helpless that I could cry like a two year old baby who's hungry and without his mom. But I don't have a choice. Really? That is what we all like to think when faced with something we cannot understand, let alone fight. I beg to differ. I like to belive that we always have a choice. I could sit here, blame the weather and the loneliness but that won't help me, will it? May be, the the real world (WHAT?), I'd at least get some sympathy, but here? Who was going to listen to me here? I had not a choice over the circumstances I had to face. I had one though in choosing how to react to them. And I chose to fight, be it without any strength. My hope is my friend and my will is my wife. Yes I have a choice.

[Credits: "It's all coming back to me now" by Jim Steinman

I've been very irresponsible in the past with attributions. I apologize and promise to take care of it from now on]

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Someone who surprises you... But iKnew.

Loneliness. I have been through two kinds of that. Here in Silent Hill, there is absolutely no one around. I have not seen a single human being except for that woman Krystal, I wonder what happened to her. There is fog everywhere which makes it hard to see and it feels like the world is limited to a small protective bubble that surrounds me. I am right in the middle of this bubble and it extends only to as far as I can see. Nothing here is operational. No shops or restaurants are open, no machines work, no vehicles around. Yet there is music. Or noise? Sometimes, its the very soothing but hauntingly familiar melody played on a piano that just spreads everywhere like the wind and you can't find the source of it. Other times, its the noise that is made from metals crushed and hammered and molded. It fills me with a feeling of hatred. I was lonely in Silent hill and I had lost most of my memory.

There are, however, a few things you can never forget. not even when you are in Silent Hill.  Think of how people would react when they hear Abraham Lincoln talk against freedom, Gandhi promoting war or the Jesus of Nazareth telling you to fight those who hate you and spitefully persecute you. There have always been a few people in my life whom I respected and admired a lot for the smallest of qualities they had. But I found one thing which always made me very uncomfortable. People would have ideals and beliefs which made me respect them. I respect idealists. But they changed. Every single one of them, at some point,  compromised. If someone tells me that they appreciate honesty, how can, at a later point in time, my honesty hurt them? They, then, find a middle ground and say its better not to say some things because concealing is not dishonesty. How can a person "fix" someone and make them quit something but end up doing the same thing? I find it very confusing and unsettling. I was born an idealist. I believe whatever situation we are faced with, we must be strong to stay true to our ideals and beliefs. I, sometimes, feel like I am the only one who doesn't compromise. This is something I should take pride in but I don't. Because that again makes me feel lonely. I was lonely when I was with people and i am lonely without people here in this hellish town. I don't know what hurts more. I don't like being in Silent Hill. But I have to. and now that I see it this way, I prefer it here. However, my hope and optimism live. I am tolerant and I can understand that people sometimes give in to temptation. Not everyone though. Once in a while, you find someone who surprises you. It just took me a little time to find that person. Isis - the one who just is. Have I found her? What am I still doing in Silent Hill then? A brief look at her letter again and I fall asleep a little relaxed.

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Its still the same old story...

I wondered how things could be different if I were a billionaire. The thought amused and hurt me at the same time. A few days ago, if I had that much money, I would have considered myself a successful man. Happy or not I can't say. But successful. Its not an amazement to me anymore how fast things can change. Today, I am sitting here on this old bench under this shade. The rain has stopped pouring but the blues it leaves me with don't go away. I keep thinking where to go next in this lonely town. If I had a billion dollars now, I'd give it to anyone who could take me out of this scary little place and tell me the reason behind everything that was happening to me. I'd have lost everything that my success earned me but I'd have peace of mind. 
 

It has happened to me before. I have lost all memories. I remember only a selected few of them. And they seem insignificant in solving this puzzle, if at all life is that in Silent Hill. My hope has weakened but its still alive and I have no plans to let it go so soon. I look up at the sky and realize that it is still blue even though the grey clouds hide it behind their gloomy face. The sun does find a way through them when it needs to shine. And so it will soon. Till then, I shall wait. In hope.

It's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die. 

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Rain, rain, go away!

First there was the fog affecting not only the visibility on the road but also my mind. It gave me a chilling fearful feeling that I can't describe in words. Then it started to drizzle. I found a shade and I sat on a small bench under it. There was a radio lying down there. I picked it up and tried to tune it only to find that it won't work. The rain started pouring more aggressively now. I had never liked it when it would pour heavily. I was scared of the water falling from the heaven and it gave me the blues. I was anyway not feeling very comfortable in this town. I needed some sunshine to brighten things up but it was not going to happen anytime soon. All I could do was hope that the rain would stop falling. It didn't. In fact, it started pouring more heavily. I felt a little frustrated and smashed the radio on the wall. Shockingly, the anger treatment got it working. The annoying static was replaced with a familiar tune. If only I could be logical and think of why it would play this song to me. I don't believe in co-incidence normally. And scary as it was already, not being able to think clearly and not knowing how things can act this weird pushed me a step closer towards insanity. I wanted to scream and cry. The radio kept singing...

Rain, rain, go away

I couldn't take you one more day

There's broken glass here on the floor

And I can't take this anymore

Stay, stay don't leave now

I'll do anything but let you go

My hands are cold, my eyes can't see

You can't do this, not to me

Rain, rain, go away

I can't stand this one more day

I'll close my eyes, I'll shut my brain

I can't stand this fucking rain

I can't stand the rain

Close my eyes

The world meets nobody halfway...

In life, there are winners and there are quitters. We don't always get what we want. Really? Well, that'd be the case if we really believed that. Actually, we always get what we want. That's a little scary, for many times we only call for trouble. Some of us think life is tough. I ask 'as opposed to what?'. It is all we have and it is what we have to make something great out of. Until we realize that, we won't be able to know our true potential.

I have been walking alone on the streets of Silent Hill for more than a few hours now. Since the time I thought of resting for a while, the silence had started to disappear in the fog. Suddenly there was this noise everywhere, the noise of a heavy metal factory. It felt like I was in the middle of an industrial area but all I could see around me was a fleet of row houses on one side of the road and a few shops on the other. Where could that noise come from I wondered. It didn't have any pattern or rhythm. It just was noise that would annoy anyone if they listen to it for more than just a few seconds and there seemed no way for me to avoid it. In some ways though, it helped me. It kept me going by transferring a kind of energy in to me. I felt like it was telling me not to stop, to keep on seeking for what I was supposed to find soon. And I knew I had to keep going. There was no time to stop as there is in life. The world meets nobody halfway, does it?

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I needed rest - Silence in Silent Hill

They say we must fight our fears. And the best way to do that is to face them. However, you get time to prepare before you actually jump into the pool, get a tarantula or watch a horror movie alone at night. In my case, I had suddenly woken up to find myself in a town with a strange name, where everyone had disappeared mysteriously and I was uncomfortably looking for someone/something, I had absolutely no idea what or why. The letter with nothing but a name on it - Isis, the picture of three roses and a woman named Krystal, that is what had happened to me till now and something gave me the eerie feeling that what would happen could be worse.

I have always been very sensitive to criticism. I had to face a bitter truth recently. Someone very close to me made me realize how insensitive I can get at times to what others want. I took out the picture from my pocket and kept looking at it for a few minutes. This picture and that park, they both gave me a feeling that I know something I had forgotten. I wish I could just fall asleep and wake up hoping everything was okay. I tried to sleep but my thoughts just didn't let me. The silence around me was creeping me out and I couldn't figure anything out. I needed rest. Peace.

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I don't care about the sunshine... Cuz Mama I'm coming home...

I kept walking for another kilometer. I had no idea where I was going. The thought of doing something so unplanned like this scared me. But I kept going. Not knowing where to go was very perplexing. But there was a feeling that kept me going. I looked at all the shops on the streets as I was walking. Some of them were still open but there was no one inside which meant something had happened to this town and suddenly everyone disappeared. That seemed illogically scary. 

After walking the streets and finding nothing significant for an hour, I sat down on a bench just outside this park that I found. It was named Rosewater Park. Something about that park attracted me. It was like I had been here before and had some nice memories here with someone. As I was pondering about what to do next, I heard a noise near the small stairs leading to the park. Out of curiosity, I got up and started walking towards it. I heard a song playing, not very clear, like on an old radio or something.

You made me cry, you told me lies

But I can't stand to say goodbye

Mama, I'm comin home

I could be right, I could be wrong

It hurts so bad it's been so long

Mama, I'm comin home

There was someone sitting on the stairs listening to the radio. I breathed a sigh of relief now that I found someone else in the town. May be she knew what was going on and where everyone was. 

"Umm... Excuse me...", I said and she looked up with her eyes were all wet and sore. It seemed like she had been crying for hours. 

"Are you okay? Do you know what's happening here?", I asked a little concerned and worried."

"Oh! There you are! I've been waiting for you!", she surprised me when she jumped up and embraced me. I guessed she was mistaking me with someone else.

"Umm... I beg your pardon. Do I know you?", I said a little hesitantly.

"Ah! NO you are not him! I am sorry.", she started crying and I did not know what to do.

"Is there anything I can do for you? My name is...", I paused for what seemed to be just a moment trying to remember what my name was.  I got a little uncomfortable when I couldn't remember my name. How could anyone forget their own name! I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. I looked away for a moment hoping she won't realize how uncomfortable I was getting and I spotted a movie poster - Kate and Leopold. To quickly get out of this embarrassing situation, I made up a name and told her I was Leo.

She took a few seconds to herself and stopped crying.

"Krystal. I am Krystal. I have lost someone and I can't seem to find him. I woke up this morning and he was gone. I have been looking for him all day. And there seems to be no one in town today. Like everyone has gone somewhere.  You are the only person I've seen here. Leo. What are you up to?"

"I umm... I'm looking for something too. I am not exactly sure what it is. But I got a letter."

"At least you got a letter. He left me without even saying goodbye. I don't know what to do anymore. I guess he will be back if I wait for him here until its dark. We were supposed to meet in the park this evening."

"I hope you find him. I should go now and search for the thing before it gets dark. Take care Krystal."

"You too Leo."

They say misery loves company and I sure was a little relieved to find someone else in the town besides me. But I didn't know yet why I was miserable. It seemed to me that I was supposed to look for something that I didn't even know! I had forgotten my name, couldn't understand how people can disappear overnight like that or why would someone send me a letter without anything written on it. And how did I suddenly turn up in Silent Hill! I had started feeling as if I was dreaming but even if I was, it was the most lucid dream I've ever had. More like a peaceful nightmare. Nothing was wrong but I couldn't think of anything that I could say was right either.

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Stepping out and exploring Silent Hill

Not knowing what happened made me a little curious. I decided to go out and check what was happening to this place and find out how I got in to this town with a weird name. The piano that was playing in the distance had stopped by the time I stepped out of the apartment. And then there was another kind of noise. The kind they call silence. It was as if someone wanted to tell me something but could only whisper. Someone? God? Some supernatural being? I have a visually inclined mind and I tend to imagine things at times that don't really exist. But this town, I was sure, was not just my imagination. The silence was so heavenly, I could hear my own heartbeats. It was very scary though. It made me feel lonely. As if I was the only one left alive on earth. And it kind of seemed to be coming true because I realized, as I was thinking all this and I had walked for around a kilometer, there was not a single living being in sight, no animals even.

The lonliness I felt weakened me to the core. The fog and the chilling weather almost freezed me and I couldn't think logically anymore. In a weird way, the cold actually comforted me, it felt like a blanket that protected me from something worse that could be waiting for me that I couldn't even imagine can happen. Something attracted my attention suddenly. I found a picture on the ground. It seemed like a normal picture with three roses - two yellow and one white. In the background of the picture, outdoor tiles could be seen which meant the picture was taken somewhere outside and the flowers were supposedly held in someone's hands. On the back of the picture it was written, "I knew you better. March 5th 2010". The text seemed confusing to me but I liked the picture. I decided to keep it with me

The story of fear and hope - Living in Silent Hill

It all began with the word. The sound. A thought manifested in to reality and the reality began to emerge in to a nightmare.

I got a letter. Considering that people use writing as a medium to express something, I found it surprising that the letter said nothing. It was blank. But at the bottom of the letter, it was signed Isis. The silence in the letter seemed comforting although I had not known anyone by the name of Isis ever. It seemed ridiculous because the letter was addressed to me and it had Silent Hill written on the envelope. Did I really live in that town? I could not make out if I was dreaming so I just ignored it and I lied on my bed to rest for sometime.

When I woke up, I heard a melody played on the piano from a distance but couldn't make out what tune it was. I went straight to the window and I couldn't see the view outside properly because of all the fog out there. And I thought it was summer before I went to sleep. I like sunshine and its absence made me feel a little lonely. Something inside me was crying already and longing for its warmth. I had no idea what was going on or what I was supposed to do. I kept looking out my window trying to understand what had happened and I stood there for hours.

I was frightened by the sight I saw in one corner of the park in front of my apartment. It was moving. but it didn't have legs. It was like a bean bag only seeming rusty and bloodstained. How can a piece of cloth gather rust I wondered. And how could it move? I felt unconscious and woke up only after a few minutes. I felt a sense of hope. A hope that I'll soon find what I have been looking for. But I had to do something to get there. What, I did not know. I was afraid but I had the courage to try and find my self-worth. Or was it something else. I knew I was looking for something. And I had waited long enough but I was not sure what it was. The thought made me sound foolish and stupid but I decided to take a step and find out what it was all about. I needed peace.

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Life is love. Love is life.

That's a line I read at the end of a movie I recently saw. And I couldn't help but think about life and its meaning, which I'll admit is one of my favorite pastimes.

Many people have asked me why I chose this name for my blog. I never cared to explain. Somethings do need to be understood. More so, people.

I believe life can never be perfect. We can work and work hard to do things perfectly. But life likes to surprise us. They say you must always be prepared for surprises. Why? I believe we should enjoy them the way life intended for us.

We don't always get what we want in life. But we don't know at times what's right for us. We must trust life to know.

That's wisdom. But if life's not perfect, how can it be? Its still immature.

We know right from wrong. We define for ourselves, and for others, what is right and what is not. But we still make mistakes.

We try to talk, explain ourselves, manipulate when we know we must listen, understand and accept.
We always put ourselves first - our obsessions, insecurities, fears, needs. Its not easy being in someone else's shoes but then life is not easy.

We knowingly or unknowingly hurt those we love and forget about it. And when we're hurt, we hold a grudge.

That's immaturity.We need to learn, to grow.

Life is our only hope. We achieve, we possess and we desire. That can change and we can lose all that. We certainly always do. The only thing we have to keep is life, which sadly we all take for granted.

Life helps us but we must want to learn. It takes time to extract joy from life but it is totally worth the wait. We must have patience. For life is nothing but a work in progress.

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A new friend...A blank canvas...

Sometimes, I feel very terrible when I think about how we get so used to being someone we are not, just because we've always been that way. We can't deny the influence people around us have on us. We try so hard to be individuals and many succeed in being unique but only a few of us manage to retain that individuality. Others, and I'm no exception, they try to change or restrict themselves to mix well with people around them. In doing so, we do many things that we wouldn't have done otherwise. I, for one, have many things that I try hard not to do when I'm with certain people, for I know they wouldn't like it much. Let me make it more clear by giving an example. Us students, we know how hard it could be to find someone as interested in academics as us. I'm not saying people like that don't exist, its just that the trend goes to hate your studies and love other things like sports or movies. And many people, they try to hide their interests from most if not all, just so they can safely be "one of them". Its the feeling of social acceptance that makes us do that. What many of us fail to realize is that, doing so makes us lose interest in something we would have been really passionate about. Contrast this with how kids are. How they all want to be what they are without caring if people would or would not like them. If you want to learn about individuality, learn it from a kid who would indulge in eating chocolates and ice-creams the moment he sees them. He doesn't care if mommy won't like it or if daddy would want to teach him a thing about table manners. He just loves being what he is and what others think of him doesn't matter to him at all. And then, as he grows up, he's trained to control and many times suppress his desires just so he can be socially acceptable. This is how most of us, if not all, have turned out to be. We crave more for social acceptance than we love being individuals. We let that inner child die. May be not immediately because many of us keep having fantasies about things we love and we want to do something about it but we don't. Eventually, that inner child, who does not get enough attention to survive, dies a slow but certain death.

If only the world was so pathetic and helpless that we couldn't bring him back! I think I need to remind myself (and others) that its never really too late to mend. And here's why I say so. As a kid, I believed everyone of us had an angel (or many) taking care of us, guiding us through tough times and if nothing, just being there with us. Being a grown up now, I don't anymore, for we must be rational, right? And I am a rational man. However, I've realized that we do come across people who seem to help us in ways we never could have expected. Its like making new friends and let me tell you why I think that is so significant. Even if we are very open with people around us, we all still have little feelings that never surface just because no one tries to pry them. But then you meet someone new and your heart opens up to them bringing you closer to them in ways you couldn't have thought of, let alone planned. The moment you realize that the other person is receptive and sensitive enough, your inner artist awakes from his deep sleep. You feel its very hard to change things with your existing relationships because it might get too awkward and at most times you just end accepting things as they are. Finding a new friend in someone is like getting a blank canvas to paint on. You get a chance to overcome your fears, insecurities, inhibitions and forget about the past. You get another chance to write your story in their book, another chance to compose the tune that lets you forget your past and build a new future for yourself. You get a chance to explore yourself better through that person. It just couldn't be any easier to renew your ambitions and pursuits than when you find that someone new. It just takes for you to be open and vulnerable. Being that it won't be hard to notice someone who could be your angel.

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I don't want to earn. Just learn.

As kids, we all dream of being someone we may never really become. The joy of living that dream is enough for us to be hopeful and positive about it. But as we age, we tend to be more careful of what we even wish for, let alone dream of. We tend to be more analytical and calculative about everything. Part of that is inculcated in to us through our education which teaches us to be “efficient” in every way. What it fails to teach us is that more efficiency does not always mean more joy. And no matter who we are, what we do, our basic need is to be happy right? I believe all the decisions we make, even the minute ones like what to eat for lunch, what color shirt to buy etc are in some way related to us having a better life. We all want to be happy. So as we grow up, we tend to make choices that seem more “achievable” so as not to regret later if we fail to achieve it. All that does is it makes the choice easier for us. Ok, so not everyone wants to go to the moon, or invent the next big thing but all of us do want to do that thing which holds special meaning to us. So why do we, as adults, forget about our childhood dreams just because we think they are not practical enough?

I grew up in a middle class family and I watched a lot of television as a kid. I mostly enjoyed watching the discovery channel especially the space-related shows. I remember I wanted to join NASA when I grew up. But when I really grew up, I didn’t do anything about it. And I don’t really know why. May be, because till then I had gathered new interests. Computers and technology were now my thing. So I pursued computer engineering. And now that it’s about time that I’d be graduating with an IT degree, I don’t want to have a job in any of those big IT companies. I don’t want to go work for someone else’s dream. I don’t want to work solely for money where I don’t get to chose what I want to do. Jobs are pretty hard to find, I always used to hear as a kid. And now I know, yes they indeed are. Not hard to find a job to earn money but hard to find a job where you can do what you like doing. I think if we all could understand this fact that we work to live and not live to work, we all would be much better off than we are now. I try to see my life as an event here on planet earth and I try to understand what I’d want to be known as when I am no more, what contributions I want to make to the society I live in and when I can see myself from such a height, I realize I can go on working through my daily routine with much more joy and make decisions that impact my life as a whole. That makes me realize that its knowledge that I am going to live for. Knowing why people do things the way they do, knowing how we can climb a mountain, knowing how to make a machine obey us, knowing about what our ancestors did and benefiting from their lessons, knowing how to tie a tie, knowing how to travel in space, knowing about diverse cultures, knowing about everything there is to know. If I die tomorrow not having earned a single penny, I’d die a happy soul if I knew things I always wanted to know. But if I die being the richest man on this earth not knowing even what made me so, I’d be the saddest soul in heaven. I feel we all must live a life-centric life, never forgetting that living is what we do and that is all we really need to do. Anything else cannot matter enough.


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The Joy That Life Is...

Life is so taken for granted. To the most of us, being alive does not necessarily mean being grateful for it and feeling the joy it is to be alive another day. Sometimes, as I'm walking among the multitudes, none of whom I know, I feel astonished to see how similar we all really are. The obvious physical differences does make is difficult for most to realize it but not those who have their eyes always trying to figure what's it all about. It might be hard to believe those written testimonials to those who believe and have realized that there is another level to all this - to all of us... Something we cannot see or feel doesn't mean it doesn't exist. If our experts are ready to believe in the fact that we can sometimes see things that don't exist, why can't the reverse be true? They might label it as a disorder or disease but how does it matter? We humans, have always had a tendency to be afraid of things unknown to us... No, I'm not talking about god or some supernatural forces which could be governing us... I'm talking of the force we've within us. Try to stay alone for a couple of days not seeing any one at all. The loneliness tries to rip you off your energy making you feel all dizzy. When you feel you can't take it anymore, you go and hug someone you love. Even just getting near to them and not even touching, you'd feel the flow of energy passed to you. When you are always among people, you seem not to notice because you've been habituated to feeling it. That is why it is so hard for us to be alone. That force gives us the energy to stay alive, if being alive means being grateful for life and feeling the joy that life is.

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