Pause and think again

You meet them. You greet them. You work with them. You move on.

They are millions of birds hovering around, just as you in search of anything, everything and nothing.

Every morning the only difficult job I found is living as human, living without knowing the ultimate purpose. We live to earn for the people we love and for ourselves, but the irony of life is we stay away from those people, missing out the moments of life and we never have enough time to think about ourselves.

How odd is human? We don't have time for the people we want to be happiest on earth.

When I sit back today and look into my past, I see innumerable unknown known faces which were there in my life for maybe even lesser than a month, but are a part of my life. They took away that time which I could have given to the people I wanted to be with. Or I gave them?

Why am I running? Where am I running? Will there be a stop or this is just an endless path. How often I will meet my parents and loved one on my remaining journey?

Do we even realize that few years down the lane, the place we called home will no longer exist?

The happiest is the one who knows the whole purpose of the existence of his silhouette and those who can see beyond their own dark black shadow. But how many of does?

I would end it here because it is not the length that matters, it is always the depth that does. Sit back, close your eyes and do hear this song and miss the people who have always mattered the most.

Oh God! Tussi Great ho.

Last night lying on my bed,gazing at the ceiling of my room,suddenly something lunatic struck my mind that "How difficult it must be for the God to be God"

I mean everytime if anything goes wrong, lips murmur "Oh God!! Why?", sometimes I wander had he signed some treaty with human race that he will be the bearer of everything and anything that happens to them.
 Yeah, I know this is sounding stupid , and it might seem that I am trying to act like fool,but I really wonder how he manages to lend his ears to so many creatures, because nevertheless every heart has a story to tell. He must be a patient listener. His ingenuity, his every creation, leaves me dumbstruck in the back of my mind, how he does it everytime. How does he manage to prevent himself from exasperating, when every soul from prodigal richie rich to hapless beggar conjures him in the name of praying. I don't know who was the first one to define how does God look like, but I am pretty sure that he must be sitting on his couch enjoying his tea laced with ginger imagining his condition, if he really had to switch 24*7 from crucified christ to blue skinned Krishna. The grey haired men always preached that he is omnipresent, then I don't understand why my mom says that Sheravali maa resides at Vaishno Devi..or Sai baba Shirdi mein hai..!!

And nowadays people don't even spare him on facebook, I really hate posts which claims, like if you believe in God,as if he is sitting with his facebook account open, how many likes I got today.

Anyways just a very common meme and apt meme here will end the confession of my thought.

Believe

How does it feel to want something so much that you can die for it?

How does it feel to want something more than your life?

Why people have desires and how cray a person can go to get his desires fulfilled?

What makes us thing that way? Our conditioning? Our homeland? Somewhat maybe.

What drives passion in us?Love? Lust? Fame? Money?
Today I am confused.

I don't know why. Maybe the way life is dragging me, it is making me ponder over these questions.

OR Maybe when,

I'm watching other people and I am wandering what makes them tick.

I have always wondered about other people, even the ones I don't know.

But today, of all days, I wish I had a special ability to see inside each one of them.

To understand them.

To know what drives them.

What makes them believe.

What they believe in.

Why and how everyone is so different.

Happy birthday Ishan..!!

It's 19th November' 2014 and you turned 18.
No, actually its we who turned 18.
I was 3 when you intruded into my life. Those big eyes, those little hands ,they promised me, that they will love me unconditionally and you made it.
With every sunset, I become more obsessed to you, in the world of millions where no one does good to anyone.
Time just flew,flew completing your assignments , scolding you and fighting with you and then protecting you from ma.
Here in hostel, I miss you even when I eat those blue magic  masala lays, you know there is no one to fight with me for last two chips of the packet. I miss it badly man..for me chips lost their magic!!

These years of togetherness, love,care..vaooww they are just so beautiful.
I know I am your elder, but I never acted like one,sorry for that and sorry for making you stand in queue of latecomers every day outside the school.
But I love it when you guide me, make me understand the things,you protect me and to support me, you just sit next to me when i make paintings.
You understand my silence, you understand my thoughts and still you love me.
Thank you bhai..!!
P.S- Its your goodbye hugs that make me spend so many days without you. And I love you ishi...i noe you hate this name of yours..:p,but then its not about you, its about us.

And things will change.

The needles are turning fast,
Nothing is going to last,
The faces are fading away,
The people are parting away their way,
Every change is going to change,
You and me all will become the slaves of time with age,
Time is soon going to flip,
The last particle of sand is soon going to slip.

A letter from chotu to motu..:P

Hey Parth, 
Ok.
I know this is a bit formal.

Anyways.
You have always been complaining that I never made you your sketch..or never made you any momento...but you never bothered to ask why…!!
I have always believed that these gifts, I usually get for people are not chronical..but my emotions..my love..our friendship..it is ever lasting..and I can't let the beautiful colours of our friendship to fade with time, so I decided to give my emotions some words.

Yeah. I know you  always say that I will be with you no matter what..but still I am afraid what if I lost you in this dark crowd.

Thank you.

I know saying these two words is bringing disdain to our condor relationship, but believe me after what is actually hedonistic pleasure.
It is for the first time I am falling short of words to express my self, otherwise I am good at displaying my emotions.
But I am helpless the moment I think of our emotional connection…make my  skin crawl. I still fail to understand that how can we know about each others moods without even talking to each other..like I know right now reading this..you are thinking about the moments when I ask you parth tu tikh hai na?

You have handled my all moods, be it my lunatic behavior when I crack stupid jokes, be it my angry young girl mode when I was ready to part away with our friendship without trusting you, or be it my taunts when I asked you if you had fevicol in your breakfast( I am still sorry for this taunt, I never meant it.)

Hold on, right now you must be feeling that I wrote this because it was friendship day or some other stupid day on the calendar..but just get this on your mind, that this friendship of motu and chotu calls for a celebration every day.
Motu,I am sorry for all the problems I got to you, I spoilt your relations with so many of your friends and still you trust me.
Love you..
Happy friendship day..!!

P.S.- Your dhakkan will make you your sketch when our friendship completes a decade..!!!And yeah, thanks to watsapp..!!!

Hi yashu,
From last night I was wondering, what I can I do to make your 19 birthday special.
Earlier the thought of making you some gift born out of my ingenuity.. Popped in my mind, but I guess nothing could have bought me the smile and the blush you have it in your eyes while reading this post.
I know this is inane, but I always wanted to thank you.
Hold on..thanking you without thanking your didi..kanuni taur se zoorm hai.!!
So thank you beautiful buthlada ladies for handling my 24*7 insanity..!!!
You know whenever I sense butterflies in my stomach..the first thought that comes to my mind..is your favorite dialogue..
                       "kise de bude da kuch dena thodi hai."
I am telling you girl get this patented.!!!
And yes finally I know what this dialogue means ,thanks to you both for making me possible watch my first ever punjabi movie.."Jatt and Julliet" in theatre..and moreover I could enjoy every pun of the movie.
(Infact I can watch it again..:p)
Although I still can't pronounce the word "chholla" but yes, I no more find punjabi tickling my ears.
I love you both.
I never said but my first sem scholarship, I owe it to u.!!!
I just realized that this is getting too much emotional on this red-letter day (atleast for me.).
Meeting you both might be an accident, but I call it a serendipitous incident of my life.
Yashu..you are naive, your serenity..your innocence..your condor..don't let them ever sink into the this world of darkness.
Happiee 19 darling..!!


P.S.-Sorry for spelling of Budlada!! And I love it when you all              me“Javakdi”..:)
           Hallelujah..!!