Fleeting Muses.

Written on: 1st May 2016 Edited: 22 February 2017 (Trying to remember the pieces to actually make it understandable as initially it was just a brain dump. No piece of cake I tell you). It is weird how we get caught up in worldly affairs when we think we are not. And then we try to get detached thinking that we have become worldly. What! The blog is where my thoughts led me to but the lines are where it started - just putting it out there even if it all might seem totally out of context. I'll try to explain it my best. What happens with me is that I like to think that everything is going well even if it's probably not because as most, m not completely aware of myself and more importantly, I love living in denial (which will, no kidding, be probably the name of my autobiography)!! A lot of times when I think things are going well is because during a short period of time, I confuse monotony and temporary happiness with peace. And in such a case, I think m getting detach...

Some days, some months, some years are like realizations. They will mean a lot when you look back but you'll be glad those are over. Most of the times, it's only rare that good times are realization times. And it might just be that during all the good times, you won't realize that they are great. Which is ironical. It is difficult - this life. I don't know how to live it, what is the best way to approach it. I've started looking at it as a problem to solve unlike previous years where I was just living in the moment. Here I am, trying to find the secret - the secret to love, secret to success, secret to happiness - every day it's a pursuit that I chase unsuccessfully, trying too hard. The perspective is lost, of what's actually important; I'm caught up in the world's way of right and good. Get a place, get a car, go places, talk to people, stay in love - everything is now a task that I am to do. I don't know what's real and mine anymore. I ...

I haven't written in a really long time - not on my blog, not in my journal, nowhere. Looking for reasons, I write this, hoping to find some answers unraveling my thoughts into words. Logically, there are many but when I ponder over them, there is only one that really matters -- that I have stopped believing in my writing... slowly and steadily. I am not particularly sure how that happened but it is important for me to acknowledge that it has. ..And try to think more. I have always believed that writing is my calling, that this is what I will end up doing regardless of where I am now. Because I felt that way, imagining all the time in the world to do it at some point, I never invested in it. I have never spent time learning about the minutiae - writing on whims, basking in the feeling of happiness about the pieces being relate-able. But what happens when things don't happen in my life that are someone else's stories too, what do I write about then? May be that's my s...

This topic is a discussion every young adult definitely has with her set of friends. We always discuss at least once what it means to be on this planet, what it all is supposed to be. Most of the times, a conclusion is never reached, first because we don't know for sure, and second, may be because there really isn't (meaning of this life in a broader context). But that doesn't stop our mind from wandering off, discussing and imagining the expanse of possibilities that could be. The following is one of those less thought-of scenarios about all this- Have you thought that may be every step we take, every small thing we do, it all amounts to something? May be it changes something in the world, changes how things will turn out, what the future will be, what will happen to us and what, to everyone and everything else. I think this might be true, but to think of it, it is strange, because it isn't that a single entity can do something as to impact everything else, right?...

What would you choose? Dreams, or reality? Where would you choose (to be)? A comforting monotony or a rash adventure? How would you do it? The right way, or 'do it any way'? When would you do it? When the time is right or when you feel like? Who would you choose? One who was there for you or the one just in dreams? If only life was that easy, everyone would 'choose'. Guess it isn't. What do you do? Choose to choose? Or not, may be? Up to you.

This post is written in a little bit of humor and random musings about life and people (look at me stating this as if it's new for me. Huh.) Please take it in the lighter tone of matters (ie. if you didn't already get that it was implied from the previous sentence.)   I write this post hearing more and more about how people have this one favorite thing and they just can't stop talking about it. Listening them go on and on, I get a train of thoughts that no one I have ever met gets. (And when I mention it to people, they shrug and give a blank expression as if I said something in some alien-ish language). I mean, seriously?! At least be kind enough to give a little acknowledgement to a new thought you closed minded jerks. Okay so my point is that how can people have favorites when there is so much to try in the world. And see, I know I can be awfully in lack of perspective here but what I will say is that I have one as well by saying what I am saying so bear with m...

I have put that in quotes in the title because that's how people refer to 'the' person. It is a little overrated and cheesy I feel (the tag I mean), which is why I didn't add 'my' in there, felt that would be too much for my liking. Whatever, the term has been there since forever so I should probably shut up about my opinion of that. The real blog post starts now (which by the title you might have judged that it is kind of like a letter if you may). May be I know you, may be I don't; may be I have met you, may be I haven't but in this moment, I just want to speak out to you. One might think this is crazy but most would understand the gesture behind this. Most people my age get thoughts on the line of  'I don't even know who am I going to spend my life with and how weird is that.' Aren't you supposed to be so sure that you wouldn't do it any other way?! And in that way, aren't you supposed to know them from long?! I don...