after a long time
its been a long time since i wrote anything here besides the occasional snap or two. Right now I am feeling pangs of loneliness on a late Sunday afternoon. So, I thought..what the heck let me just pen down my thoughts and let out some emotional steam.
Babu da was right .. I think of so many things but I don't get anyone to share those thoughts with, which is very true. I don't know if I will ever find the special someone with whom my thoughts can resonate. Will I ever find someone who "thinks" like me...or someone who is intellectual enough to understand the depth of my thoughts? That's a question I guess only time can answer, as for me...I can only wait and hope. I don't say that I am a philosopher or a great intellectual thinker, but nevertheless I feel I do reflect on life more than an average person. In today's fast paced world, where time is a luxury emotions have been reduced to a weakness, pondering about the meaning of life and life itself is a rarity. Technology has improved the quality of life, but each improvement comes at a cost. There is a trade off somewhere. Just today in the morning I was talking to my Dad and he was marveling at the fact that I had got in touch with some childhood buddies through the internet (Orkut) after 18 years. Internet is definitely a boon and has made life so much easier in so many aspects. But it also comes at a price. Somewhere, the personal touch gets lost. An e-mail cannot replace the joy of getting a letter.Period.
Life has a wierd sense of humor. That's what someone wrote to me the other day, and I couldn't help but agree. It plays funny games with us. I always loved to plan out things...plan for which program I am going to study...where I am going to live...when I am going on vacation...and how I want my life to shape up. Then after the "mishap" on my birthday this year, I realized how futile it is to plan ahead in life..or at least planning ahead for the unforseeable future. My whole world came crumbling down, I was shattered. Everything that I had hoped for, everything I had dreamt for was reduced to dust in a matter of days. I would like to believe that man is the master of his destiny. I still believe that for the most part, but things like these seem to challenge this belief. There seems to be some supernatural force which can toy around with my life at will. Forces come into play which I cannot see, whom I do not know and I have to fight them blindfolded. And, it is very difficult to emerge victorious in battles as these....or maybe these are not battles at all...its just a way of making us humans realize our insignificance in the cosmos.
Life kicks you in the arse, humiliates you, tries to break you down. Life can take away everything a man has... but there's one thing it can't take and that is his resilience. You can't snatch away his will power, his ability to bounce back and fight all odds and come out victorious. Life is a war...but every strike that life inflicts on you doesn't make blood gush out in spurts, the wounds are unseen...the pain is invisible. But it is there, but man fights on...doesn't give up. With each wound, he emerges stronger and more confident of his abilities. He falls down when life kicks him, doesn't know what hit him...is bewildered...is hurt...is pained. But he doesn't give up..doesn't let go. Slowly and surely he gets up, gets his bearings and fights on. The question that comes to my mind is...how long does he have to fight? How long does he have to go throught the pain and endless sufferings? How long before he knows that its over? Does the battle end in his death-bed?..or is there a point in time when every man feels his life has been a fulfilling one and that he has won? Or does death signify the futility of the life long struggle?? Are life and death two mutually exclusive concepts or do they go hand in hand? Does man win against life only to be taken up by the clutches of Death? My mind is full of questions...the answers to which I don't have.
Babu da was right .. I think of so many things but I don't get anyone to share those thoughts with, which is very true. I don't know if I will ever find the special someone with whom my thoughts can resonate. Will I ever find someone who "thinks" like me...or someone who is intellectual enough to understand the depth of my thoughts? That's a question I guess only time can answer, as for me...I can only wait and hope. I don't say that I am a philosopher or a great intellectual thinker, but nevertheless I feel I do reflect on life more than an average person. In today's fast paced world, where time is a luxury emotions have been reduced to a weakness, pondering about the meaning of life and life itself is a rarity. Technology has improved the quality of life, but each improvement comes at a cost. There is a trade off somewhere. Just today in the morning I was talking to my Dad and he was marveling at the fact that I had got in touch with some childhood buddies through the internet (Orkut) after 18 years. Internet is definitely a boon and has made life so much easier in so many aspects. But it also comes at a price. Somewhere, the personal touch gets lost. An e-mail cannot replace the joy of getting a letter.Period.
Life has a wierd sense of humor. That's what someone wrote to me the other day, and I couldn't help but agree. It plays funny games with us. I always loved to plan out things...plan for which program I am going to study...where I am going to live...when I am going on vacation...and how I want my life to shape up. Then after the "mishap" on my birthday this year, I realized how futile it is to plan ahead in life..or at least planning ahead for the unforseeable future. My whole world came crumbling down, I was shattered. Everything that I had hoped for, everything I had dreamt for was reduced to dust in a matter of days. I would like to believe that man is the master of his destiny. I still believe that for the most part, but things like these seem to challenge this belief. There seems to be some supernatural force which can toy around with my life at will. Forces come into play which I cannot see, whom I do not know and I have to fight them blindfolded. And, it is very difficult to emerge victorious in battles as these....or maybe these are not battles at all...its just a way of making us humans realize our insignificance in the cosmos.
Life kicks you in the arse, humiliates you, tries to break you down. Life can take away everything a man has... but there's one thing it can't take and that is his resilience. You can't snatch away his will power, his ability to bounce back and fight all odds and come out victorious. Life is a war...but every strike that life inflicts on you doesn't make blood gush out in spurts, the wounds are unseen...the pain is invisible. But it is there, but man fights on...doesn't give up. With each wound, he emerges stronger and more confident of his abilities. He falls down when life kicks him, doesn't know what hit him...is bewildered...is hurt...is pained. But he doesn't give up..doesn't let go. Slowly and surely he gets up, gets his bearings and fights on. The question that comes to my mind is...how long does he have to fight? How long does he have to go throught the pain and endless sufferings? How long before he knows that its over? Does the battle end in his death-bed?..or is there a point in time when every man feels his life has been a fulfilling one and that he has won? Or does death signify the futility of the life long struggle?? Are life and death two mutually exclusive concepts or do they go hand in hand? Does man win against life only to be taken up by the clutches of Death? My mind is full of questions...the answers to which I don't have.
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