Victim is always guilty!

That's a funny phrase....because it should always be the other way round...but no it's not! ;-)

It's definetly true and I had to go through an experiance to understand how valid this is. It was a small issue of a negligence on my part to land up into a big problem. It could had been avoided if the others involved in this would have been a little concerned and supportive. But they didn't do their part of the duty and in the end I was the one who ended up bruised and mutilated.

The post mortem was scheduled after the problem was re-solved. The stage was set for the trial. The jury, solicitor, bench, witnesses, etc. all assembled for the great trial.

The case was build up by the solicitor with a great poise and precision. The witnesses as usual sided with the powerful and the mightier. The words were twisted...taught and rendered to suit the pre-staged drama.

And then..the victim was asked for an explaination. That's the only ethical conduct in a trial ;-)
The victim put forward a plea. Stating that he did accept his crime but he is not solely responsible for it. He has been framed into it. He has suffered, bled and lost so much because of it. It's not intentional...It's not delibrate... and It's not at all logical!

And finaly the verdict was announced by the Judge...

'Victim is guilty!'

Feeling Lonely...

Pain is one of the most unique human emotion...its grey in shade..heavy on heart..but its beautiful in its own way. It brings you closer to your ownself.

I distinctly remember how happiness kept me elated and joyous, but the pain has made me stronger. I know now, how it feels to get hurt...how it feels to have lost...how it feels to have been left alone and deserted.

Its like a wound,which even after healing would leave a mark and would hurt at times too. But its a reminder of your sufferings...your actions...and sometimes ,even of people who made you go through it. It reasserts the belief that nothing goes into oblivion...it leaves a mark...a recognition of your past.

You cannot just move on with life...a part of you is always left with the moments that you had lived.Sometimes these moments become a lifetime...and sometimes just a desire.

No doubt the pain would always lead to agony and suffering...it has always been. But it's sorrow and despair is a realization...it may make you bitter and acrid...but it also makes you wiser and mature.

udhasi dhoop ki chalakti hui roshni ki tarah,
dheere-dheere mehkti hui khushboo ki tarah,
sanso mein pighalti jati hai...,
aur reh jaata hai ek ehsaas...bus..ek ehsaas...

I love you...

Love is pious...Love is wonderful...Love speaks its own language..its magical..infact, Love is life.

Is this what you believed till now ???

Wake up call, guys and gals...welcome to 21st century !!!!

There is nothing called as LOVE anymore...its all a delusion..nothing but a mirage..

Its love re-modelled...it is no more pious,sweet,wonderful or,in itself life.Its just a mutual, need based demand and supply requirement for living together.All love is now, is a lucrative prospect of a stable and secured life.

It doesn't matter, if you intensely love someone...even if all you do, is think about him or,her.It doesn't matter, if that person is all you value...or even, if you find everything about him or,her cute.It doesn't matter, if you simply adore him or,her...even if the only reason, that you want to live, is to just to see him or,her smile.

It really doesn't matters....

What really matters is....

how good are you placed in your career and life...??how much money do you have...??do you have a car and a house of your own...???Are you of the right age...??how much socially acceptable you are...???does your families know each other...???would your parents approve of this arrangement...???

Does it sounds,ridiculous?? NO na,exactly..that's why we call this thought process as practical and rational !!!!

And I am sorry my friend if you think otherwise...because then you are nothing but an emotional fool.

Life moves on...and so should you.

And if you can't...then sit ,cry and brood (that too alone, because you would be abandoned and banished !!) .In this life of rationality and materialism the only thing that comes cheap are tears....and believe me even in this age, they still taste sour and salty...

Life at a price!

I always enjoyed the cool summer nights.

The touch of its soft breeze felt like a passionate kiss....The warmth of its simmering moonlight like a rekindled log fire.Its a feeling of an austerious solitude......gratifying the sole with a deep contentious happiness.

A feeling beyond the comprehensive domain of expression.

I still feel nostalgic about those summer nights in my childhood.We used to sleep at the roof top with stars glittering above ...with the incessant chanting and giggling of my cousins...it was so much fun then.

Life was so simple,content and innocent then.

Things have really changed now...Sensitivity is not a virtue now...its a curse.

Now the summer nights don't signify the same happiness and joy. Now lieng on a roof top with the sky above is not reality...having a true companionship is a mirage.In search of hollow success,money and social acceptability, the simple joy of living has invariably lost.

Frustation for career,growth and power has increased. Search for materialistic pleasures and desires have grown..But the feeling of mutual love and compasion has decreased...The value of time in terms of money and investment has increased... but the essence of time as such is lost.

Those summer nights...glittering stars...companionship.. all of them were priceless then...

And now... everything out there has a price.

Critical choice....

I was always told as a kid... that we are made by the choices we make. And that these choices are what determine our lives and existence.

But even as a kid I was confused if this really was the facet of the truth. The choices we make are made either by the heart or, by the mind. And what I feel is more critical is , to decide which to listen to rather than the choices we make.

Sometimes the end to means become more important than the means themself. The choice we made could be the best to make ... but it still may not be the right one , just because the means to it could be the wrong one.

Sometimes giving up a lucrative offer just for the sake of a loved one could be ridiculous from some one's perception and priceless from someone else's .Thus the choices we make are relative to individual perceptions.

At the end what matters is the essence of the choice and its end to means , because choices would always be individualistic but the beauty of it would always lie in the process of its realization.

Expressions redefined...

Last week I found a card within my books... it was a hand made card with a heart shape cut at the center. I opened it and just beneath the heart shaped cutting was written in a beautiful handwriting ... in bold letters... "I Love You " .

I smiled and felt an emotion that was beyond the measureable domains of language and expression.

The card was simple... nothing expensive or, classy about it. And the expression that it spoke about wasn't something that I had never heard of before... but it was precious because it made me realize that I was special and cared.

That day I learned a lesson... how small things and moments can add value and give an essence to your life. You don't need to have materialistic assets to have happiness ... because love can even make a smile more priceless than a thousand diamonds.

My niece through that card taught me... how I should value those who have been with me through thick and thin. The need to let my loved ones know.. how much I love them and how precious they are to me.

Its often that we express our displeasure , but how often do we even hold on for a second to express our love for the people for whom we care. Its not that we don't love them but we just think that the expression for our love for them is oblivious.

To love is precious... but to keep expressing that love is priceless.

So try saying to all those who are your world ... how special they are to you and how much you value them. And believe me the happiness that they will feel through it would reflect in your love for them.... and your life will shine with the luminosity of your mutual love and compassion.

Traffic Sense

The one thing that bugs everyone alike , no matter what age they may be , is waiting in a traffic jam. I have always been amazed seeing how impatient and insensitive we become to the other people on the road once we get behind the wheels. I guess one of the major frustrations of the life in a metro is due to this impatience and insensitivity.

How often do we pull over to allow a pedestrian to cross the road ??
or, How often do we smile when a fellow vehicle honks and cuts through the space to rush ??

Never.. right ??

Its not the fast paced hectic life or, congestion on the road that is to be blamed for these situations.. it is more due to our behavioural oblivion.

Its not something which can be changed overnight. But yes, its something which is definitely worth an effort.

Time is not a commodity that needs to be exploited at every moment to make sure that we snatch every bit of it for some investments or, gains.Its more about moments to live and treasure.Its worth slowing down a bit to live what you have and observe how sometimes going slow makes you reach your destination much faster.

So next time when we get stuck in a traffic jam , lets try to give the fellow person a chance to pass if its his lane to move. And believe me his smile would be a better thing to receive for that than few seconds of your saved time in the bargain.