I have been really unwell for last 3 weeks, nothing big but irritating, just fever, bad throat and body ache. In fact, I have been wanting to fall sick, i have desired to be stuck to the bed so that I pause, pause to look back at the year which just zoomed past me like 41 others. Body and Mind are connected, I wanted to fall sick and I did, laughable it may sound but serial dose of antibiotics aren’t working and they won’t work till the calendar changes.
I wrote very few blogs this year; I touched the last frontier, the last straw of hope, the relentless desire to be acknowledged as a fair Human being through love and affection. That attempt failed and failed sparklingly. It failed with such grandeur that I must never attempt again. I don’t think my emotional promiscuity was because of my desire to seek love and be praised; the sole purpose was to be acknowledged. Solitude isn’t just social; it is emotional and at times questions the purpose of life. In last six years, male or females, old and young, elder or younger, related or strangers, all have collectively convinced me that I am too selfish for my existence, Should I deny the writing on the wall, I must not.
Money acts like dopamine; it triggers a feel feel-gooding, simple because it wipes off the feeling of insecurity temporarily. The same feeling touches you when you enter a temple, faith secures you temporarily. Strange all symbols of faith are first to remove when you die, lockets, rings, watches. No matter what colour you wear, what designer you prefer, all will be draped in white, no prints, no quality, no stitch, just white. White is my favourite colour, it is the ultimate colour. This year i reduced my colour, no pendants no chain, no watches. Rings will also disappear this year. If they have brought good luck so far, I am ok living with Zero Luck. The colour on the hair also will go. Show your colour, may be that will prove a point.
The year ahead will have no illusions, all around me are in one colour, I don’t matter much to them. See the true colour...they say 2012 is the dooms-day year, it may only change
कैसे-कैसे लोग हमारे जी को जलाने आ जाते हैं, अपने-अपने ग़म के फ़साने हमें सुनाने आ जाते हैं।
मेरे लिए ये ग़ैर हैं और मैं इनके लिए बेगाना हूँ,फिर एक रस्म-ए-जहाँ है जिसे निभाने आ जाते हैं।
इनसे अलग मैं रह नहीं सकता इस बेदर्द ज़माने में,मेरी ये मजबूरी मुझको याद दिलाने आ जाते हैं।
सबकी सुनकर चुप रहते हैं, दिल की बात नहीं कहते, आते-आते जीने के भी लाख बहाने आ जाते हैं।
I wrote very few blogs this year; I touched the last frontier, the last straw of hope, the relentless desire to be acknowledged as a fair Human being through love and affection. That attempt failed and failed sparklingly. It failed with such grandeur that I must never attempt again. I don’t think my emotional promiscuity was because of my desire to seek love and be praised; the sole purpose was to be acknowledged. Solitude isn’t just social; it is emotional and at times questions the purpose of life. In last six years, male or females, old and young, elder or younger, related or strangers, all have collectively convinced me that I am too selfish for my existence, Should I deny the writing on the wall, I must not.
Money acts like dopamine; it triggers a feel feel-gooding, simple because it wipes off the feeling of insecurity temporarily. The same feeling touches you when you enter a temple, faith secures you temporarily. Strange all symbols of faith are first to remove when you die, lockets, rings, watches. No matter what colour you wear, what designer you prefer, all will be draped in white, no prints, no quality, no stitch, just white. White is my favourite colour, it is the ultimate colour. This year i reduced my colour, no pendants no chain, no watches. Rings will also disappear this year. If they have brought good luck so far, I am ok living with Zero Luck. The colour on the hair also will go. Show your colour, may be that will prove a point.
The year ahead will have no illusions, all around me are in one colour, I don’t matter much to them. See the true colour...they say 2012 is the dooms-day year, it may only change
कैसे-कैसे लोग हमारे जी को जलाने आ जाते हैं, अपने-अपने ग़म के फ़साने हमें सुनाने आ जाते हैं।
मेरे लिए ये ग़ैर हैं और मैं इनके लिए बेगाना हूँ,फिर एक रस्म-ए-जहाँ है जिसे निभाने आ जाते हैं।
इनसे अलग मैं रह नहीं सकता इस बेदर्द ज़माने में,मेरी ये मजबूरी मुझको याद दिलाने आ जाते हैं।
सबकी सुनकर चुप रहते हैं, दिल की बात नहीं कहते, आते-आते जीने के भी लाख बहाने आ जाते हैं।
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