My life's ABC

I had made up my mind before blogging that I would not write anything personal about myself.. until I was tagged.. by varenya.. For a moment I thought I would just pretend I didn't know .. because writing about myself seems not a great idea to me.. but what the hell.. let's try..
So here goes my life's ABC..

A-Age of the 'first kiss':-
hmmmmm......

B-Band listening to right now:-
coldplay

C- Crush:-
loads.. keeps adding.. :D

D- Drink of Choice:-
i would prefer soup than anything else.. otherwise anythings ok.. sprite, coke.. all are the same.. and yea.. juices.. fresh juices.. really like them..

E- Easiest person:-
not met.. everyones complicated..

F - Favorite band at the moment:-
love Strings, Jal, Linkin Park, Creed, coldplay is the lastest addition to the list

G - Gummy worms or gummy bears?:-
gummy worms - no.. gummy bears.. have seen the cartoon.. just outta boredom.. hate it otherwise.. lol

H – Holiday:-
france with school friends.. 2002.. had a rocking time.. waiting for some nice trip after the boards get over now.. lessee...

I - Instruments:-
have played the harmonium, keyboard, and tried my hand on the violin.. but I'd rather dance :P


J - Juice:-
all..

K-Kids:-
love them.. absolutely.. who doesn't?
what is most appealing is their innocence.. something you only find in kids now..

L - Longest car ride ever:-
eehh.. i don't drive.. have learnt.. but no one trusts me.. :(
with someone else.. chandigarh..
in delhi.. drive to anywhere seeem LONggg.. really LONgg.. lol!!

M - Major:-
multimedia..

N - Nicknames:-
ghodi.. hatni.. all animals u can think of..

O - One wish:-
a small house in london streets.. with a huge lush garden.. and the path that leads from the main gate to my house door.. should be with autumn trees on both sides.. so whenever it would be windy.. the leaves would fall on the path.. and whenever I pass by it .. the sound of the leaves cracking under my feet.. to hear that.. that sound.. that's my wish..

P - Phobia[s]:-
altophobia.. heights
hydrophoia.. water
I guess the only land is for me.. lol

Q - Quote:-
"There is no such thing as a weird human being.. it's just that some people require more understanding than others."

R - Reason to smile:-
i can't find reasons not to smile..
life is beautiful..and I am alive is reason enuff to smile.

S - Song you sang last:-
jadu hai nash hai.. jism

T - Time you woke up [today]:-
9:30.. because of a call..

U - Unknown fact about me:-
I am the best liar .. i can even lie to myself

V - Vegetable you hate:-
karela .. never tried.. lol.. gheeya, tinde.. blah blah

W - Worst habit(s):-
thinking aLOt

X-rays you've had:
none ever

Y - Yummy food:-
rajma chawal by my dear mother..
pao bhaji from halidrams..
PIzzaaz from pizzaa HUt.!!
golguppas and tikkis..from anywhere.. :D

Z - Zodiac sign:-
ruthless scorpion

WAke up noww!! Ive done it!

When you get the choice to sit it out or dance, I hope you dance..

..Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost

They say that's all that life is about. Choices. Every step .. at every stage there are decisions to be taken, big or small. And ultimately these decisions, big and small, make us what we are and place us where we are. You and I are different people because of the choices we have made in life. We are like we are because we chose to be like this.

We have always heard, haven't we.. that there is no turning back in the lane of life. But what startled me are the words of Led Zeppelin:
"Yes there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run, there's still time to change the road you're on."


Honestly, I do not know whether there is reversing in the lane of life or no.. but I know for sure that every moment, every path and every decision in life cannot be stereotyped and so I have begun to live each passing moment with a purpose-a purpose to give it all.. all that I have, for maybe someday when someone else crosses the path that I took, maybe the road less traveled by, he may find my footprints there.. and may not be as lonely as I were..

The Dance is Alive..

Though life is inexplicable in all the ways it presents itself, I have come to believe that life is a divine dance. There is within us a spirit whose expression is not words, is not speech. It is only in movement. The body craves to talk, and the dance gives it a voice. Hear it talk if you can see that beauty moves and dances to the tunes that nature sings. Indeed you would know then that dance is a visual poetry... a painting come to life.

An article that I read long back written by 'Jaya C Mehta' published in 'The Times Of India' led me to understand how a painting is seperate from its painter, a poem from its poet and so on. Once complete, the paintings, the poems, all assume an identity of their own, seperate from the creator. But the dance and its dancer are inseperable. They are created and vanished together. The guise, the culture, the passion, the fervour fade away once the dancer stops and he alone can enliven the dance again.

Dance is that realm where each emotion comes to life and each expression is a form of beauty. Where the known and the unknown unite and where reality is one's own manifestation. Where all forms of life under the sky blend in the music of nature in the celebration of the eternal joy of life. This world is God's dance and I shall celebrate his joy in a dance of my own.

To sum up the rhymthic mystery of our lives, I would only like to say,
Blessed is he who has visioned the cosmic trance..
divine is his soul whose dreams can dance.

From a dreamer's heart..

"The poorest of all men is not the man without a cent, it is the man without a dream."
- Henry Kemp

One who has not known what it is to live life for the purpose of a dream can never understand the profundity of the moments he lives..
For how vain must be that life that lives for no reason at all.. satisfied in moderation.. with no urge to grow.. to spread the wings and roar to the skies as though all were thine.. how aimless.. how unadventurous.
Life is I believe..To have a passion, a fervour, a heartfelt desire.. a longing.. a crave, a zeal, an urge, a thirst. And to let these feelings drive you, drive your life, that's living!

I have but one life.. conforming to a canvas.. and I paint my dreams on it.. embracing them with every colour I can from the palette life offers to me.. knowing that apparently it may not be beautiful to the world, for I ain't an artist.. I am only a dreamer.. and I do not fear to be ugly.. I fear not to dream.. for I have but one life.

Nature's mysterious paths stir in me the desire to expand my vision.. for though the eyes are small.. the vision is in accord to my own self.. my zest to explore.. to discover and re-discover.. the untapped, uncomparable beauty of life. And it is nature that teaches me that the strongest stands that which stands against the flow of the stream.. cutting through the tide.. standing against the storm.. for that's courage. Not to be a rebel but to stand up for dreams.. for desires.. knowing that they may never be a part of reality.. that they may never even come close to being anything more than just feelings. It's courage.. to dream, despite the fact that they may be broken, keeping them close to the heart.. for they instill an elation.. ecstacy for whatever little time they dwell in the eyes..

"I would rather be ashes than dust, a spark burnt out in a brillant blaze than be stifled in dry rot. For man's chief purpose is to live not exist; I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them; I shall use my time."
- Jack London

Smile, for we are blessed..

"If I were rain I would go where water cannot be found. "
- Rani
12 years


..a thought from an impoverished child.. poverty-stricken and deprived from the 'luxuries' which are the necessities of our lives.

Who says time moves at the same pace for all..? For someone so young, to face the brutalities of life.. time must have moved so swiftly, childhood must have passed in the blink of an eye..
Who says there exists any universal truth..? For someone so innocent, to understand the bitter realities of life, truth must be so different than yours and mine..

When I compare myself.. my life to someone so unfortunate, I feel like a cheater. I feel as though all the things that give me pain are the figments of my imagination, my own creations they all are.. and nothing beyond. Forget experiencing, in the false world that we live in, I don't think I am even capable of imagining how different life could be..
But somewhere along.. every one of us, in our small worlds, find reasons to be happy..to rejoice, for life in itself is a beautiful blessing..

I feel so blessed that I can breathe
so thankful that I can decide where to go..
I can smile at life for no reason at all
God must be so happy to know.."

All is beautiful and all is fair..

"torn between two conflicting worlds,
the heart and the mind.."

Life's a struggle-to fence, face and fight..
a battle that everyone has to fight for himself.

Life is that ultimate battlefield where we are all alone..
where every other feeling fades away.. except the lust to survive.

But I say it's fair.
Downright Brutal. Naked. But fair..
It's a fairground.. [you win some. you lose some.]

What bothers me.. is a thought. I wonder sometimes, in solitude.. in thought.. whether it's all worth it? I wonder in that defeaning silence, how a soldier feels.. waging a war against an army for reasons that concern him not.. killing people he knows not..? How must be the night of that soldier whose victory is someone's death.. someone whom he never hated.. because he never knew..? What is his prayer to God every night?

I believe, our lives are shadows of these men because somewhere along we are all fighting battles in life. Sometimes for ourselves.. sometimes for no reason. What is disparaging, dishearting is the strike of the thought that we are all really alone and it's not because it's meant to be, but because we have distanced ourselves.. from each other, from our own souls, from God..

It is painful, I agree, to be alone in the crowd. But it must be worse to be among friends and not know how many are true. The count does not matter, but one would be lying if he says that it doesn't weaken him from within to know that some moments that touched his heart where all a lie. Some part of his life was not actually what it seemed to him. Now that's what I call is losing a battle.. a torment for the heart. To believe in something so good.. without realising that it was too good to be true.

I wish sometimes to say that it's unfair. That life's unfair. Cruel, Brutal and Unfair.
But just when these thoughts enter my mind, God reminds me of my blessings in the image of my angels.. the ones he has send for all of us. So what if it's rough, so what if it's crude.. beautiful it is too.
..But life isn't a battle against anyone else. It's a struggle to be better, not than anyone else, but better than our previous selves. Our purpose is to grow, by every breath we breathe.. and so must grow our love, for without compassion .. without companions [the angels the Lord sent for us] in this world we are all alone.

"Betwixt the sufferings, the sorrows, the failures and the frowns.. may our hearts always believe that in His kingdom all is beautiful and all is fair.."

Life..

Amidst the crowdy streets and muddy roads,
the flashy houses and the dull lives,
the hot heads and the cold hearts,
somewhere amidst these busy worlds.. I stumbled over life..