Travelling alone; people have different perspective for it..
For some its boring, for some its tiring, for some its like nightmares and they dont want to talk about it even ^_^, for some its unavoidable, a requirement - there is no other option than that,
but for the people like me its a kinda fun...
Sounds strange isint...
Its actually a patience test for a talkative person like me , gee, coz i hardly talk to strangers; but when i have a equally talkative person as my fellow passenger , God save the rest ...
Mostly when i travel alone i become a good listener a keen observer, and that is when travellign alone becomes fun....
U get to see differnt peopel around u, u watch them, their reactions on various topics, u try to imagine their profession , their reason of travelling, the region they might belong, the language they msut be speaking, and then u notice and keep noticing the variety the world possesses...
Try it ... believe me its fun....
Wednesday, January 28
Tuesday, January 27
Who will cry when u die ???
Death - something inevitable, a subject of mystery, a subject most discussed about, a topic most researched about yet the most feared...
What happens after death...its the most wondered about topic.
But after all these questions do we care to think who will cry when we die....
What will people discuss about us think about us... good, bad, evil, or simply nothing....
How many souls have we actually touched in our journey of life where we have left a print of the self, the individual being ???
Everyone means something or everything to someone ..
Every death causes someone remember someone so fondly that it sets a smile on the persons face yet fills the eyes with tears and makes a scar on the tender heart...A pleasant memory filled with unbearable pain...
But how many such someone(s) do we have ???
What happens after death...its the most wondered about topic.
But after all these questions do we care to think who will cry when we die....
What will people discuss about us think about us... good, bad, evil, or simply nothing....
How many souls have we actually touched in our journey of life where we have left a print of the self, the individual being ???
Everyone means something or everything to someone ..
Every death causes someone remember someone so fondly that it sets a smile on the persons face yet fills the eyes with tears and makes a scar on the tender heart...A pleasant memory filled with unbearable pain...
But how many such someone(s) do we have ???
Thursday, January 8
Being Vocal !!!
Since morning i am thinking of only one thing.....
Is it easy to be Vocal.... may be Yes for some and may be No for some.....
for some its just easy like breathing and for some its like a herculean task...
but where do i fall.... in which category.....may be a combination of both....
with all these questions coming to mind my thoughts kept on drifting more and more deeper into them....
one thing i have noticed for all the categories of people ..... expressing and vocalising anger and distaste is easy for all compared to love and affection ...
commenting is easier then complementing....
but y so....
when we know that our anger will definitely ruin some one's precious moment we still go with our words bubbling with anger frustration just like that.... we don't even hesitate to speak them and we never give a thought before speaking...
but when it comes to love... we know it would make some one's day... still we think and rethink rehearse and rephrase our words....
why doing a good thing always so difficult than picking up the bad path...
Is it easy to be Vocal.... may be Yes for some and may be No for some.....
for some its just easy like breathing and for some its like a herculean task...
but where do i fall.... in which category.....may be a combination of both....
with all these questions coming to mind my thoughts kept on drifting more and more deeper into them....
one thing i have noticed for all the categories of people ..... expressing and vocalising anger and distaste is easy for all compared to love and affection ...
commenting is easier then complementing....
but y so....
when we know that our anger will definitely ruin some one's precious moment we still go with our words bubbling with anger frustration just like that.... we don't even hesitate to speak them and we never give a thought before speaking...
but when it comes to love... we know it would make some one's day... still we think and rethink rehearse and rephrase our words....
why doing a good thing always so difficult than picking up the bad path...
Sunday, January 4
The language of Love !!!
How important is language ....
How much importance do we give to language....
for me it means a lot... common language not only gives a common platform to interact.. but it gives u so many common topics to post your views...common cuisine... common traditions.. common dressing... common festivals... common beliefs... and many more.....
and for a person like me who is pathetic at learning new languages ... and takes an enormous amount of time in making new friends it becomes lil difficult to start bonding when language becomes a barrier.....
but is there a language for Love too ??? or like any other language LOVE is a language in itself...
it needs no speech or is it understood by all ???
a warm smile... a big hug... eyes full of patience... glow on the face... hands reached out for the other... a calm soul... a free mind... are they the speech of love ???
I got my answers to the question and i could understand it when Karuna, a 4 yrs old kid whom i was meeting for the first time, reached out for my hand cuddling in my arms with a smile ; when i felt the warmth of her breath on my neck and we communicated through silence .... making my soul free of the tight knots..... and making me a part of the endless.....
How much importance do we give to language....
for me it means a lot... common language not only gives a common platform to interact.. but it gives u so many common topics to post your views...common cuisine... common traditions.. common dressing... common festivals... common beliefs... and many more.....
and for a person like me who is pathetic at learning new languages ... and takes an enormous amount of time in making new friends it becomes lil difficult to start bonding when language becomes a barrier.....
but is there a language for Love too ??? or like any other language LOVE is a language in itself...
it needs no speech or is it understood by all ???
a warm smile... a big hug... eyes full of patience... glow on the face... hands reached out for the other... a calm soul... a free mind... are they the speech of love ???
I got my answers to the question and i could understand it when Karuna, a 4 yrs old kid whom i was meeting for the first time, reached out for my hand cuddling in my arms with a smile ; when i felt the warmth of her breath on my neck and we communicated through silence .... making my soul free of the tight knots..... and making me a part of the endless.....
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