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July 22, 2011
July 16, 2011
Mixed Emotions
There comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who won’t anymore, and who always will. So don’t worry about people from your past, there’s a reason they didn’t make it to your future!
It’s inevitable, though but you don’t want to go. You want to be done with last moments; last smile, last laughs, last hugs, last kisses but not the last good-byes. That's when you realize that a good bye never had anything good in it. But somewhere inside you, you tell yourself that I have to move on, even though you do not want to. You don’t care what people say - good or bad. You don’t know what it’s going to be like, and you fear the unknown, so you’d rather just stay where you are and with whom you are. You call up everyone but no one makes you feel that sweet pain. The pain you feel of being hanged upon by calling just one person. At this point you feel like you’ve got it all figured out and it's not that being a change. Even if you don’t move on, everyone else will. And you hate it. You don’t want to meet new people because you’ve met all the people you want to: they know you, you don’t have to prove to them that you are cool, because they know you’re not and they love you anyway. What would make these people like you? They don’t understand you, haven’t been around you for so many years, and even if they get to liking you it will take more time than you’re willing to wait for. So maybe you sit in your room for a while. Every once in a while you feel obligated to go out and meet people but it never quite turns out the way you want it to and is pocked by intermittent awkward pauses. You aren’t social or fun like all your neighbors who are going out to party. You let things go. You have to. No one can keep it up for forever. And that’s when you discover that people really will like you for your boring, run-of-the-mill self. You realize that there are a lot of places to go, people to meet, food to eat, walls to cover in posters and fliers and ticket stubs. You stop sleeping, stop studying. You are having too much fun. You remember what it was like for things to not be so dramatic, and you are at the same time unprepared and itching to go back to where everything seems just a little bigger. And suddenly, some day the word LOVE hits you. *mixed emotions* That's exactly how you feel when you realize that you've just not moved on, no matter what you say...You look at the people in your past and realize that you wouldn’t trade them for anything, that when you were with them you thought you’d never be close to anyone again, and now you have people who you would do anything for, who maybe you even love but then the past one's are THE ONE'S YOU STILL LOVE! ;-)
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It’s inevitable, though but you don’t want to go. You want to be done with last moments; last smile, last laughs, last hugs, last kisses but not the last good-byes. That's when you realize that a good bye never had anything good in it. But somewhere inside you, you tell yourself that I have to move on, even though you do not want to. You don’t care what people say - good or bad. You don’t know what it’s going to be like, and you fear the unknown, so you’d rather just stay where you are and with whom you are. You call up everyone but no one makes you feel that sweet pain. The pain you feel of being hanged upon by calling just one person. At this point you feel like you’ve got it all figured out and it's not that being a change. Even if you don’t move on, everyone else will. And you hate it. You don’t want to meet new people because you’ve met all the people you want to: they know you, you don’t have to prove to them that you are cool, because they know you’re not and they love you anyway. What would make these people like you? They don’t understand you, haven’t been around you for so many years, and even if they get to liking you it will take more time than you’re willing to wait for. So maybe you sit in your room for a while. Every once in a while you feel obligated to go out and meet people but it never quite turns out the way you want it to and is pocked by intermittent awkward pauses. You aren’t social or fun like all your neighbors who are going out to party. You let things go. You have to. No one can keep it up for forever. And that’s when you discover that people really will like you for your boring, run-of-the-mill self. You realize that there are a lot of places to go, people to meet, food to eat, walls to cover in posters and fliers and ticket stubs. You stop sleeping, stop studying. You are having too much fun. You remember what it was like for things to not be so dramatic, and you are at the same time unprepared and itching to go back to where everything seems just a little bigger. And suddenly, some day the word LOVE hits you. *mixed emotions* That's exactly how you feel when you realize that you've just not moved on, no matter what you say...You look at the people in your past and realize that you wouldn’t trade them for anything, that when you were with them you thought you’d never be close to anyone again, and now you have people who you would do anything for, who maybe you even love but then the past one's are THE ONE'S YOU STILL LOVE! ;-)
July 13, 2011
Fact
No matter where I am, what, how it is.. I miss you bro. Memories may fade but the relations, the emotions shall always stay. :)
July 05, 2011
Wish you were here...
To so many people,
"Never look back...
Never regret...
Never remember
the people you've met.
Never begin...
And never end...
Never say never
when it comes to your friends!"
I have moved to places, I have bid goodbyes and said hellos. It has been painful to say goodbye but it is equally good to meet new people, find friends in them and trust me it is never impossible to have tons of friends. All this is a journey; the journey of life. And at every milestone you meet people - good or bad; you learn, you experience:) It's all different. But but everything you get is not a replacement of old. You don't get that same friend you have had for ages ever in any thousand miles, you don't get that family, that home, that love on any milestone... but you get equally special friends, family, love, care...
The worst is stage between leaving a milestone and reaching the next. I feel I am on way. I know I am not lost; I am locationally challenged. But I want to stay. Stay for long...
I have been away for more than 2 years or 2.5 precisely. Though I can't still call my adobe my home, but I gradually like it here. It's a lonely world especially when being alone is my biggest fear. Sometimes I feel I am missing that one thing in life.. that one purpose, the one answer to what I am doing here? Or why I am here? No matter where you go, you see people with a meaningless smile. Plastic for sure, it often says to me I am equally 'out-of-my-mind' just like you are. I remember misisng all this ever since I came to US. Well things haven't improved or probably I havn't moved. I still miss having that dil-ka-connection. And for this I won't say I met wrong people. People are not wrong! It's the striking of chords amongst two souls that makes things hard. No matter how bad you may find someone , there would always be someone to love that one and no matter how good you are, a certain set, a certain amount of souls hate you.. for something may or may not been done by you! So true, “People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.”
But I just wat to be lucky enough to find the one's who would care enough to break the walls down. :) It's a different world. And all I could say is Wish you were here..
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wish you were here! :-)
"Never look back...
Never regret...
Never remember
the people you've met.
Never begin...
And never end...
Never say never
when it comes to your friends!"
I have moved to places, I have bid goodbyes and said hellos. It has been painful to say goodbye but it is equally good to meet new people, find friends in them and trust me it is never impossible to have tons of friends. All this is a journey; the journey of life. And at every milestone you meet people - good or bad; you learn, you experience:) It's all different. But but everything you get is not a replacement of old. You don't get that same friend you have had for ages ever in any thousand miles, you don't get that family, that home, that love on any milestone... but you get equally special friends, family, love, care...
The worst is stage between leaving a milestone and reaching the next. I feel I am on way. I know I am not lost; I am locationally challenged. But I want to stay. Stay for long...
I have been away for more than 2 years or 2.5 precisely. Though I can't still call my adobe my home, but I gradually like it here. It's a lonely world especially when being alone is my biggest fear. Sometimes I feel I am missing that one thing in life.. that one purpose, the one answer to what I am doing here? Or why I am here? No matter where you go, you see people with a meaningless smile. Plastic for sure, it often says to me I am equally 'out-of-my-mind' just like you are. I remember misisng all this ever since I came to US. Well things haven't improved or probably I havn't moved. I still miss having that dil-ka-connection. And for this I won't say I met wrong people. People are not wrong! It's the striking of chords amongst two souls that makes things hard. No matter how bad you may find someone , there would always be someone to love that one and no matter how good you are, a certain set, a certain amount of souls hate you.. for something may or may not been done by you! So true, “People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.”
But I just wat to be lucky enough to find the one's who would care enough to break the walls down. :) It's a different world. And all I could say is Wish you were here..
July 04, 2011
Rains
"I love walking in the rains 'cause no one can then see my crying..."
Yes, I love this quote just because I love rains! So what's with it. Well I had been missing a lot many things here and was always cribbing but these rains washed away most of them. :)
Walking in the rain, dripping wet,
Unbeaten by the wind, so tough,
I am recalling moments, in good spirits,
Smiling softly, questioning myself.
Yes, I love this quote just because I love rains! So what's with it. Well I had been missing a lot many things here and was always cribbing but these rains washed away most of them. :)
Walking in the rain, dripping wet,
Unbeaten by the wind, so tough,
I am recalling moments, in good spirits,
Smiling softly, questioning myself.
Asking and answering, all by myself,
Understanding things, for moments to be.
Unable to find the right alley,
I try to be sanguine but I can’t.
I question, Is everyone I care for not forgetting me?
Is everyone I want thinking of me?
In the shadows of dark clouds I ponder,
How am I doing, do they really wonder?
And then I feel, they remember me,
For they snuffle when I talk about scorching days,
They worry when I walk through hot noon.
As of now, the rain washes away grumbles.
Dashing in big drops on the narrow pane,
And making mournful music for the mind,
While plays His interlude the wizard wind,
I hear the singing of the frequent rain.
Understanding things, for moments to be.
Unable to find the right alley,
I try to be sanguine but I can’t.
I question, Is everyone I care for not forgetting me?
Is everyone I want thinking of me?
In the shadows of dark clouds I ponder,
How am I doing, do they really wonder?
And then I feel, they remember me,
For they snuffle when I talk about scorching days,
They worry when I walk through hot noon.
As of now, the rain washes away grumbles.
Dashing in big drops on the narrow pane,
And making mournful music for the mind,
While plays His interlude the wizard wind,
I hear the singing of the frequent rain.
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