Yet another day

Gaye vo din ki nadanist, gairon ki vafadari
Kiya karte the tum kaqreer, hum khamosh rehte the
Chalo bigde pe kya sharmindagi, jane do mil jao
kasam lo hum se , gar ye bhi kahen, kyon! hum na kehte the..

Arguments, quips, fights, silence , meaningful stares, meaningless stares, having the last word, need to top one another.....same old crap which surprisingly never gets old. It seems like a story from some other life....it was indeed another life. The worst things about arguments are that you feel empty if you win them and crappy if you don't.
Anyways its funny how he jumped across times, an year, a month , a week or a day at a time. At first he took an occassional glance over the shoulder, hoping he can turn back, and much worse , hoping he can turn back time. Slowly his better sense takes charge and life goes on as this day become that day and these times become those times...Then comes a day , a day much like any other , ordinary and sliced in routines but a day which made him take a peek at those times. He would ask questions which will go unanswered. A lots of whys, ifs, if onlys...needless to say it doesn't matter any more. Hopefully things turned out good for him, more or less and he was among the lucky ones who would carry on until hit by yet another day of this kind. Moving on does not mean one can get past 'would have' and 'could have' of life and you can always play the blame game of life not being fair.

By the way nobody ever came with a written agreement of a fair life so get over it..

~Toodles

Damn Idiot Box !!

Some things are beyond our control without any specific reason. Consider a scenario you are sitting in front of the idiot box, half lying on that plush couch of yours, flipping among those 172 channels , hoping you would find something worth your interest to watch. Many a times during this process your finger moves toward that red power button which if pressed would put a temporary end to the whole ordeal. It just does not happen. I mean some unknown force pull your finger back and guide it towards menu, ch+, ch-, vol +, vol-.....and so it carries on till your eyelids cant bear the weight of sleep on'em.

Alright I did this, I acknowledged, I wrote and I seem to successfully wash away the guilt. Life is fair atlast...:-)

Days of our lives

I am starting to get concerned about the amount of social interaction I make these days. Let me enlighten you that it is neglegible before you think otherwise. Realization hit me hard when I embarked on a mission to write a blog on something which I have experienced today. The condition as it always is to exclude job related stuff. Well I looked and looked hard, raked through the day’s activities, people I interacted with and thing I talked about but nothing came out. I came back drenched in mental sweat and not a single idea in hand. May be I had a bad day, I consoled myself. Being reasonable I summoned the memory of last 2-3 days. This time I threw the net wider but not a single fish, all trinkets and trash from job but nothing worth while to write about.

This whole exercise left me heart broken and depressed and had set my thought process set afire. Alright…alright I exaggerated about the first two but the thought process and fire thing is true. So here I am in the prime of my youth, married, settled, having a good life and all that jazz yet there is nothing interesting to quote in my daily life. If I take a small trip down the memory lane and pick a random day I would have a million things to write about. Even from those days when nothing seemed to go right ranging from love affairs to job. (I think I must write a series about those days)

Trust me ladies and gentlemen I have tried. I mean at times I mustered the courage to join folks at cafetereia for lunch but the lousy discussion laced with gravy and saliva didn’t interest me much. I dare stand corrected that not socializing at all is any day better then obligatory socializing. To cut a long story short I think it would be good to and take a walk around the globe, meet people, see places, witness more life. While all of this is not possible at the moment, specially not for me the expectant father (at least one thing to feel important about) so I take thy leave and let the mundane life carry on with one lousy day at a time.

~Toodles