As if it were the last day...

“If I must be faithful to someone or something, then I have, first of all, to be faithful to myself. If I’m looking for true love, I first have to get the mediocre loves out of my system. The little experience of life I’ve had has taught me that no one owns anything that everything is an illusion- and that applies to material as well as spiritual things. Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever (as happened often enough to me already) finally comes to realize that nothing really belongs to them.

And if nothing belongs to me, then there’s no point wasting my time looking after things that aren’t mine; it’s best to live as if today were the first (or last) day of my life.”

Above is an excerpt from Paulo Coelho’s (author of the international bestseller THE ALCHEMIST) Eleven Minutes. Not an outstanding storyline but just a good read.

Nevertheless, I found the above piece a little relevant so put in here. The thought might sound very generic and repetitive. Some might even think it to have a sharp pessimistic edge. But I like it. Life indeed gets spiced up if you were to think it’s gonna end soon. You’d feel like doing so many things, you always wanted to do for yourself and more importantly to others, lest your life ends abruptly and you go incomplete with a complete dissatisfaction.

You tend to run faster. That’s it.

"May be..."- Disappointment or Hope??

Calvin: Hey Amy, your exuberance is attractive. Feel like talking to you. BUT... Do you mind coffee sometime??

Amy: Thats weird! Coffee?? Don like it! May be for somethin else may be...

Calvin: (thinking) Since when did complimenting a gal become weird?? I like that "may be" in the end. Didn't realise movie is a better option. MAY BE...

Amy: :) Smart

Calvin: (thinking) 'May be' is a politically correct and a sweeter way to say 'NO' . May be ... :)

Different Faces

"कभी है इश्क का उजाला
कभी है मौत का अँधेरा
बताओ कौन भेस होगा
मैं जोगी बनू या लुटेरा
कई चहरे है इस दिल के
न जाने कौनसा मेरा "*

I wish I were the same to everyone। But I am not.

You define me. The world defines me. I am what you all make me. And so is everyone.

You define me externally. I am the same internally.

BEHAVIOURS VARY. NATURE STAYS ETERNAL.

*Song: Maine dil se kaha, Film: Rog (2004), Lyrics: Nilesh Mishra

Strange Path

"हज़ारों ऐसे फासले थे
जो तय करने चले थे
राहे मगर चल पडी थी
और पीछे हम रह गए थे
कदम दो चार चल पाए
किये फेरे तेरे मन के"*

This path is extraordinarily strange. Journey is all the more amusing.

I move in one direction and the path moves in the other.

Destination is not known to me. All that I know is to keep walking.

I am the one to decide the destination so as to make the experience enriching. I do not know whether I am heading in the right direction as what I have is nothing but a confident assumption. I needn’t worry because I at least have the direction. Moreover, the journey has already been decided by my destiny.

I just need to keep matching my pace with that of the path. I sometimes like to halt and rest but I can’t, because I know neither can the path. The minute I stop I start sliding backwards.

That’s when I say, I couldn’t match up with the pace and fell back in time.

All that I need to do is run faster.

The path is LIFE.



* Song: Maine dil se kaha, Film: Rog (2004), Lyrics: Nilesh Mishra

Going Up!

(Two young office boys wait for the elevator. Their articulation, behavior and accent imply their UP-Bihar origins. Have already waited more than enough for an elevator that has to go two stories both ways)

Youth 1: Dhur saala, itna der mein to hum paanch maala chad lete. (a little bit of annoyance cropping up on his face)

Youth 2: To kaahen nahi gaye. Doosre tak to jaana tha… Ha ha ha (a slow, intermittent laugh that fades away with every ‘ha’)

Youth 1: Aisa baat nahi hai be. Hum dekhe hai aisa lift jo lage hai ki chhat phor ke nikal jaayega. Aur yeh, lagta hai sabzi ka thela hai.

Youth 2: Haan be, paisa to happak ke kharch kiya hai office banane mein, lekin lift lagai hai ekdum lapadjhannu. Chal be aa gayi.

(Both of them bend, lift the carton they were carrying and enter the elevator. One of them presses the button for the second floor and the door closes. Once the lift motions up, a feminine voice very pleasingly declares in English “Going Up”, to which one them blurts out satirically.)

Youth 1: Leov, kar lo baat. Humai dabaye, aur hamai ko batai… Going Up!

Ha..... ha...... ha..... ha ….

(And both of them burst out together in sync with the same loud, slow and intermittent laugh that fades away with every ‘ha’.)