musings

Where do I find myself, days after I managed to float back from the bottom of heartless sea of trauma, to the banks of hope and life. Hope is too subjective a word to comprehend, as it portrays different meanings for different entities. Nevertheless, this word hope has always been a trigger for me to move on forward, while the bruises of miserable past continue to heal by themselves as time fades by, ticking its own clock slowly and steadily while the sounds of time reverberate in the corridors of my mind, reminding me of the good and bad moments always.

And serendipity happens too...Never knew that a strong rush of wind can blow away the secured heart away from its den to find its harbour in some stranger's nest and you feel everything around you has stalled for a second....And as those intertwined tresses laid in perfect harmony sway like a swing in the naughty breeze, soulfully translating the defining moment from an ephemeral awesome experience into a craving cherished memory... And you forget every good bad thing that happened in your past. almost as hypnotized like a snake by its charmer...

A Walk to Remember...

So here we are! What can be more blissful than transcending into words, the time spent with you onto this coveted diary, that you gave me...feels like a serendiptious moment... A diary which has you written all over it... I assume this to be a token of expression which is hideous and unfathomable by me...An expression which could be charity, or possibly just a kind gesture. Whatver it is, it makes my evening memorable..:) Talking about serendipity and memorable moments, Aint I lucky to have it all in a single go of the 45 best minutes in the entire day -:)

If getting a diary is memorable, walking with you can't be considered anythin less than blissful....When the entire youngistaan of Ahmedabad is finding new ways and tricks to get just one reply from you in the virtual world, I have endeavoured to earn your nice company, once in a while....and in real time......and if I write that it is a great feeling, it is probably an understatement ...

A walk to remember is no more just a movie title for me. Although I havent watched the movie, I can vouch for the fact that it is a great movie; having experienced a walk which is really worthwhile to be remembered. 'The Secret' teaches me to ping my brains with so much positivity that what I think becomes true. Let me try doing this for walking with you along beachside with your pleasant aura twining with the cool breeze and echoes of the rushing waves in the oblivion.


No wonder God makes beautiful souls who radiate their freshness and inherent magnetism, just like fresh flowers that are ultimately cut and destroyed. Some used for making fragrances, some for gifts. You are possibly the same, like the rose that should be with its roots. Yet some erring souls take you out of your happiness zone, squeeze you to create fragrance for their own and forget you just cuz they find another rose to squeeze..

Ok, Guess the mind is wavering too much which means i'll write everything about you and this page is about to get over. So please turn over for the next serendipity, until I witness it..

“Self-sown flowers provide a lot of serendipity, which is one of the reasons people garden. When they come up, it's a delight.”

esoteric thoughts

life has been such a lesson..at this point if you ask me (imagining u actually r interested to ask me), if i were to squeeze the gist out of the experience of my life so far..then it'd be only one thing: Its all about the journey, not the destination...just like the wooing period in a relation...the thrills and cute anxiety that we feel for that special someone gives us lots of kick and it all fades away(in most cases) once we attain the other one...Once you get something, you take it for granted, and thats where you dont feel the 'kick', the 'intoxicating essence' and the 'rush of blood' when you wer wooing her...I would forever want to remain in that "in between", transitional phase, when you're on the threshold, on the edge and you want something to happen so badly...and the thing is in front of you..you just wont let it happen..sumtimes this proves to be dangerous cuz all things in life just cant wait for u..so this is just true for all those moments which u knw can be felt only once in a lifetime and which have no further future...I'd rather practise this for things that I bump across in serendipity....its difficult to remain in such phase for long, we just wanna gulp down the moment and get what we want..onli to realize later that wish the courtship went on for long..its similar to the food that we eat..if the food we eat is just gulped down the throat, any dish would be just the same..but we relish each bite, suck the juices out of it and let the taste buds enjoy the marvellous feeling of that exotic dish and finally we gulp it down...so give time to ur relation, relish it...enjoy the sadness, madness, happiness and never rush in gulping down..else any person for that matter would be just another dish..ok now enuff of my non sense..take care, have fun and do what you do best..:)

almost a whisper...

To start with, I came here out of compulsion..cuz I have no place to sit, I have no laps to sleep on, no person to render me some solace and give me assurance that things will become better, no one to tell me that they understand what I feel and that its just a phase and it'll pass soon...I try to forget what happened, and it feels like the very thought process to arm myself against the tide makes me more weak...I try to be what I'm not...Every sane person that I meet advised me al my life never to become someone I'm not..They didn't put a small asterisk with such a good advise that this doesn't work so well when things are adverse, when your world has fallen apart...when you're being subjected to hatred even when you didn't harbor a malicious intention for all the bad that's happened in their life... To be strong, doesn't mean you just face the reality when you knw that its gonno hit you hard and make you weak..I dont understand this vicious circle...To be strong enuff to face the reality, you should be numb, so that the pangs of emotional attack pass through you just like a heart surgeon puts you on anaesthesia before performing a bypass surgery....If we were kept conscious while d doc operates on u, u'll go dead before anything else starts...and even now, who's there to listen to me..I tried going to d circle of ppl with the hope that they'd listen to me, but sadly didn't. I tried poking ppl on facebook thinking they'd poke me back and make me feel that atleast someone is there who thinks am good enough to be someone on whom you can spend a second of yr life...I tried talking to ppl who are unknown to me, hoping that someone wud b there to talk wid me...all to vain, finally this virtual world is like d end of tunnel..this blog is here to let me write what I want..giving me a hope that someone wud hear the whisper of melancholy...and we say we're all humans..I think this website is more human than us, for it lets us be ourselves and lends you an ear as if its listening..it gives me a ray of hope that somebody will listen...somebody will listen the whisper...almost a whisper.....