The Quarter life crisis...the way i see it.... :)

A weird stage of life when everything around comes abruptly to a standstill, when the world seems to move past you in an annoyingly fast speed and you seem to be stuck  up or glued to were you were standing. The weirdness and the depressing quarter life stage when all your decisions in the past are weighed on the balance of the present and the future. Has it ever happened that you really want to cry out loud to someone, vent out all the bad emotions bottled up in your little heart and are shocked to find none even when you would have had the long list of near and dear ones, the best of friends who claim to be there whenever you need them. Or it might have just occurred to you that what is the whole point in crying out to anyone when no one would really relate to what you are speaking.-Not that they might turn a deaf ear to you, but even their advices might not really help you to come out of it. Such days when actually loneliness alone is your best friend or for a change you alone are your own comforter or your enemy.  

Has it happened that you feel you can relate to every story that you read, hear or see? Every inspiring piece of advice by some well known personalities seems to talk to you aloud in loud volumes, urging you to just get up, stir your inner self and do something, make a change, come out of your mundane life, breathe into your mere existence and turn it into a full fledged life. Then you resolve to make it happen and you take up all resolutions to do what it takes but forget all of it in a day or two or just after you wake up from your relaxing siesta.

The testing confusions related to career, decisions, love, relations happens to you and you feel that the only best solution is to run off to some distant land and do nothing at all. You feel that this is not what I would have wanted to do yet you don’t really know what you would have wanted. You are well versed with what all you don’t want but are clueless of what you really want. When you really want to commit yourself to something or someone but are strewn apart in the conflict of finding answers to your confusions. When even the slightest issue can jostle you up and make you contemplate on the pettiest and ugliest of issues and you unknowingly end up eating more chocolates or sipping more coffees than what your body can actually endure and getting a new pouch around your tummy and not understanding the cause behind it.

I really do not know if it really exists - the quarter life crisis? I guess people do go through it but probably most of them might be well equipped within themselves to fight it. Are they confused and cribbing about it, or putting up their brave face in the front and barring it all. I wish I could find answers to all of it, press a Control-Z and undo every wrong decision, just forget everything take the bloody plunge into what I think and definitely is needed and is just the right thing to do.  

This is not a write up of my woes to gain sympathy but just an attempt to vent out the strange vacuum I had been experiencing.

Dreams

Dreams

Sometimes innumerable, sometimes few

Unrealistic and some were true

Yet they were what were mine

That brought happiness true and divine.

Life's roads were difficult to tread 

In the race for shelter and bread

To become what they wanted me to be

I was blinded, unable to see

I followed all safe and secure

Lost sight and vision obscure

Not too long but i found my key

To take the plunge, set to be free

Now there's nothing unsure or wrong

This is where I truly belong

Follow the path, my dreams will lead

Cause they make me live, make me breathe.

In a single day

If only life were of a single day

A single day of happiness

A single day of sorrow

A single day we lend

A single day we borrow.

A single day of smile

A single day of tear

A single day of fun

A single day of  fear

A single day of pleasure

A single day to cherish

Thousands of moments to treasure

Before this day would perish…….

The Spirit of a True Indorian

Well, am I not sure how apt I am to comment anything regarding the true spirit of an Indorian? Cause I have realized in ages that I do not meet all the perquisites of being one. So here are a few checkpoints (as per me, views may vary) to find a real Indorian:

The first and easiest way to find an Indori is the crazy, undying love for food. Indorians are the ardent lovers of Food, Food and Food. This claim can be supported by just a visit to well known hangouts like- Chappan, Sarafa to name a few. A true Indori is always well versed with his knowledge about the hangouts (which he/she would not have even frequented). We are always game for a pani-puri and our breakfast menu includes samosa, kachori and jalebi, most of the time though not always. We really give a damn to the ill-effects they might cause to our tummy.

We just need excuses to have a get-together. Be it a victory in the world cup (for occasions like these we save our diwali fireworks), or the first showers. Indorians easily find a reason to smile even on the most mundane days. You would find the hangout brimming with the crowd even on a weekday.

We don’t really love to follow the rules. If held up in traffic we would forget rules and our brains would be immediately switched off. The only thing we remember is to make zig-zag way out for our Gaddi. Traffic in a fizz is not out concern. By the way we can drive even on the worst roads or even if there aren’t any rods- somehow it is in our blood.

We are very good or must say “the best/unbeatable” in giving witty replies, repartees or sarcastic comments. We have our indori words for which even Google can’t help you with the meanings…

And most of the Indorians are really helpful. One just needs to ask a help, an Indorian would jump to offer his services (If you ask us a route, we’ll somehow help you find it. We never walk off without a reply or a cold look).

This is just my way of looking at some funny aspects. I hope not to offend anyone and would love to see the inputs coming from the rest of the True and proud Indoroians. I am proud to be one <wink, wink>.

LOVE

What is LOVE? It’s just a four letter word with deeper meanings. Love is to belong to someone, to be enslaved in his/her love. It adds meanings to one’s life. It turns you from a restless wanderer who is lost in his nomadic life to a person seeking a life settled and secured in the arms of that one person. Love is like the paintbrush that adds colours to your bleak life. Love is when you realise that every moment spend with that one person is the most beautiful moment of your life.  Its when “US/WE” takes over “I/ME”, when all that you want to do is for the smile that appears on the face of your loved one, the smile that would brighten up your life and become the lighthouse in the darkness of your life.

Love redeems. It’s a drug, which soothes you, relieves the pains of your past and erases all the blemishes that life would have inflicted on you.  It’s when you realize that all these years you have been wandering for nothing and now you are in the safe abode of love. Its beauty cause it makes you smile, it makes you dream, makes you believe in your dreams. Love is not just about the destination but about the journey.

The toughest question how would one understand who the right person is? That is one the one who created this beautiful, precious thing comes to the aid. He gives you the signs and you just follow it, believe it. It might take years to understand who that one person is or sometimes just a moment. But when that is known there is nothing more ecstatic. Love is beautiful and to appreciate the beauty you to be in it.  Just like the first showers that fall on the sun scourged dry soils, love drenches oneself completely.

Without You
I am filled with pain
I yearn for you
Like the summer scourged soil
Longing for the rain.

I close my eyes
To dream of you
Stretch my arms to hold you
Just to find
Your proximity was untrue.

You my love
Are the answer to my prayer
Like the glittering diamond
So beautiful and rare.

My love and life
Is all I can give
Take me and take it all
And vow to love me deep.

You are the one
I 'd spend my life
Wish and pray
With years this love ripe.

The Gamble called “LOVE”

Which is better…a long enduring story or a short-lived yet a beautifully enriching one. Sometimes it doesn’t really count how many miles we walk, but the journey is that matters. On just an uneventful day Sally meets up George on a social networking site. They meet up on the virtual platform. They exchange their thoughts, thoughts which seem so similar yet so individual. Two individuals who meet up, and share thoughts and feel they share a bond. So can it really happen, that they don’t meet in person, they don’t see each other yet feel the spark? Can two individuals fall in love in such a way? Does attraction and looks, acquaintance really matter in the gamble of love.  And how can two individuals carry on the burden of all the hassles that come with love when they are not even in their near proximity. What about those moments when you would love to reach the other person for some endearments, for a tight hug to make you feel comforted, the love filled talks? Is it really that important to be around the person you are in love with to carry forward the relation?

And to come back to Sally and George, they carry on with their new found happiness and fondness. They find the love they were yearning for in each other. Days past with their happiness blossoming. However, happiness was short lived. The similarities that brought them closer become the villain. Similarities those become too many to be tolerated. Ironically, they both understand their similar negatives so much so that it is just so easy to guess what the other person is thinking and why he/she is reacting in a particular way.  

Love fades a bit to pave the way for fights, arguments, and bitterness. Two people who were just so madly in love start searching negatives and shortcomings in each other. They blame the distance (something that really didn’t’ matter in the start), their different timings, their newly found shortcomings. And since the relation seemed to go nowhere, they decide to part ways. They decide to keep their relation short yet simple. Sally and George who could have made a beautiful couple decided to part ways so that they remember the journey though short as a beautiful enriching experience.

Is it better to cut the journey short or be daring enough to face all challenges come what may? What is the best thing to do, stick on with each others differences and negatives or break your self free? Love is not an easy road to tread yet it’s a beautiful one---short one or a long journey…..It is the experience of a lifetime only if it is with ‘the’ right one. But who knows who that one is? Meet all the wrong persons till you meet the right one? Commit the mistakes over and over again for umpteen number of times and put your trust in quest to allow it be broken again and again. However, intimidating it may sound, try to reach out to that one person you are sure you could spend the rest of your life with, and age gracefully with. Be truthful enough not to break promises or better enough don’t make any. Love is a tough gamble, however alluring it may seem, play only if you know you can bare any challenge to eventually win it.

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BEING IN TWENTIES - SOMETHING

Life changes and so do we

It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or
two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.

You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would  be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.

Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure. 
You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet  anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you're doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that every one reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out. Send this to your twenty-something friends... maybe it will help someone feel like they aren't alone  in their state of confusion...

We call it the "Quarter-life Crisis."

FATE DETERMINES WHO COMES INTO OUR LIVES.....HEART DETERMINES WHO STAYS

With age we ripen?

Today I just saw an awesome movie called turning 30. A film which deals with the problems a woman faces as she heads straight to the age feared by all of the clan “the frightening 30”.

So how is it moving on the runway of life at a jet speed and realizing that quarter of your life is over. Most of the stories would share a similar plot…I assume…Love story (stories) which would have gifted us the most beautiful moments of our life, friends who would have stood by all those thick and thin days alike, a serious relationship which would have made us dream the most beautiful life with that special person and then the break-up, emotional breakdown, bumps in career. To add to the agony the increasing scales of age, the impending days of loneliness.

Life won’t stop and so cant you. We will age but then what s the point of the worry. True to say that the bitter experiences shatter us…there is nothing more intimidating than a broken relationship…We would love to be with the person who broke our heart and ripped us apart yet be afraid to be with someone who loves us, so ironical yet so true. It’s not so easy to just move on with a broken heart. It’s difficult to fool your own heart and your own emotions.

I for one am in the phase where the answers to most of my questions are safely “I dunno”. What do you wanna do with your life, your career???..Ummmm, I dunno. Do you think you can fall in love again? “I dunno” , Well then how about getting married “Umm may be” and the next moment the answer would be are you nuts. I am happy this way; spare me the horror of marriage. I am almost done with the quarter of my life and in a phase when there is nothing that would make me happy for long..momentary happiness like a day out with my girlfriends, a good song on radio, a good write up, yet the fear of the unknowns grooves over still. Life is giving me experiences, good as well the not so good ones but then I am gaining experiences, learning to stand and face the storms. I know for sure I will win eventually…and I will too ripen with age…<Wink> <Wink>

Dream, laugh, live make life king-size.

Most of the times I find myself complaining of the monotony in my life. Every new thing that happen adds zing to the mundane life yet fails to persist for long. Happiness never seems perpetual and fades away soon before you realize or wake up. The waking moment might be awaiting with a new challenge, which might be freaky.Life is never simple. It has its rough ends, smooth curves. Its always Kabhi Kushi kabhi Gum. The road is long, with many a stops. You meet people on the highway. Some walk a short distance with you and make the journey less morbid or add the fun in the ride.  While some may add to the already existing woes yet give you a one hand experience of facing the next hurdle with ease.

        Life is short. No ones gonna live for everywhere. So why wait. The best way to live it is to keep alive the child in you. Do things which are childish, play pranks, be frivolous, have a good jaw - dropping, rib tickling mirth, or a boisterous laugh. Don't be shy to let that child out sometimes. There is no bigger crime than to waste the precious moment and to die before your death. 

Fall in love. There is no rule in love. But before falling in love with anyone else love the most beautiful person you know and there no guess in that--its YOU, Yourself. Love the way you are. Who cares what the world thinks. Meet people, make friends. Be wary enough to be on your guard but not to the extend that you close the doors to others. Call up an old friend. Discuss some embarrassing moments you had together, those nasty fights,

Do something that would bring a smile to your face.Smile to a child. its fun to baby talk with a kid and involve in their gibberish. Its fun to have cute discussion with a small child. Never let the innocence in you die for any reasons. Just live it..Kya pata kal ho na ho......Dream, laugh, live make life king-size.

Lifes s moving then why wait

I remember one of my cousins telling me that the world is a big place and there are so many people to meet...just don't restrict yourself, go out, meet people, make friends.. Though it was hard to follow initially, I did try it out. I did meet a lot of people later either through work,by acquaintance or by chance. Many just made a fleeting impression (I wont even remember their names or faces), some left a lasting one on my mind. While some gave a tough time to me, and feelings I' d like to forget, some gifted me beautiful memories to treasure. Some just came and went by, while some helped me to grow, to evolve. Some of them just brought changes which I didn't realize but I endued them, and imbibed some habits from them. It is always fun in any relationship in the beginning, but later they get embittered. And sometimes they worsen. But how is it like when you get a call from a long lost friend, and then just start discussing those pranks you did together, or small melees, the incident that made you catch your stomach and die laughing.

Life is tough and its always changing. Everything is ephemeral yet something in everything is still permanent. So why to fear meeting new people. The world is buzzing with life, why to be dormant......

Just between those busy moments in life

Yesterday on my way back home, gazing out of the window of the vehicle, I saw three toddlers playing along the roadside. These kids were not the nicely dressed, cute looking ones, whom we would love to keep looking at and sigh on their cuteness. Yet I kept looking at these kids, sighing may be not on their cuteness but on their innocence. Those three were untidily and scantily dressed even in these chilly winters, their hair untidily kept, soaked with mud and seemed as if unwashed for ages. They were busily engaged in some kind of a game with the eldest one, a girl of about four trying to improvise on her hand made toy. She was trying to tie a rope to the toy truck look alike. Another boy, may be around two was looking and trying to learn what his elder sister was doing and the youngest one lesser than one I assume was lost in his own playworld. All this was my observation of just a few passing minutes at the traffic lights stop. Scantily dressed, untidily clad in rags in winter yet an unassuming smile that lid up not only their faces but also the faces of other by lookers who would unbiasedly marvel at their innocence. It was when I remember them I feel ashamed of the in numerous moments I would have cribbed about my looks, my clothes, my loneliness. With all the gifts I have in my life, I feel so unsatisfied, so demanding. If only I and everyone could just seek to learn those little shortcuts to happiness, and find the key to the doorways to a fulfilling life, earth would have become the most beautiful place to spend the beautiful gift called "LIFE"......