Exception(al)

Who am I?

a guest article By

Have you seen your tears dipping down at a slow rate, when every tear reminds you the agony of your existence in the world. When I watch my tears, I see my darkside with a wry smile. What really are we? we'll die one or the other day…" Every man dies, not every man really lives"

Yet we get attached to the social customary. Through all these years my questions remained unanswered. Even when my hope was lost and faith faded, I lived... and I still live!??

Every day I wake up to be a different person, but at the end of the day I remain the same.. I remind myself "even today, my questions weren't answered". one becomes an atheist, agnostic in search of his answers.

Man is powerful, but has to bow down before nature. Yet we lie to ourself every day that we'll live tomorrow.

Everyman wants to be successful but with dissimilar definitions.

Am I alone on this planet when I work in solitude. I haven't been sleeping for years because of my never ending search for answers.

All of a sudden, I visualize my dear ones leaving this world for ever, but I convince myself that they are with me atleast for 'this day'. Everyday, do u think the journey of your life starts again? If yes, I ask you "what for?", to achieve what?? Every journey must have a goal.

How will you convince your soul that your existence is necessary today, love pauses you for a moment or for some years but, one or the other day the knock of your questions starts over again…

Man loves to escape from solitude.

May be that's the reason why he chases success through out his life. He keeps his mind busy all time either through love, friendship, family or work… these remain momentary but your days of solitude are waiting for you…

When ever one fails in reaching his goals, the words "kartha, karma, kriya" find their way out with ease.. man is meant to taste all sorts of emotions in life so as to stay away from solitude…

….that’s how one prevents himself from thinking about such questions…

I don't take any sedatives nor do I drink and thus spend most of my time in solitude. So, these questions kept chasing me since childhood… that’s how I became nocturnal and workaholic in order to escape from such mental suffering… but these sufferings became mundane.

What kept and keeps saints alive? When they got disgusted with social life… are they in search of questions like those I have been chasing after.. should I call myself a saint or does this happen to every one, one or the other day??

I've seen death touching me for seconds, It was a big pause for a 'moment'

I'd love to see death and like to know what it is really?? what makes it a taboo subject .. why does everyone fear it.

Though, I may get all my questions answered one day, I'm not sure whether I would be able to share these stuff with the world because death divides us….!

or

May be birth divides us to be alive in different sects but death unites us.

------shashi shashikiran619@gmail.com

addition: Birth says: Go, be an individual. Let the world recognize your presence!! whereas, Death unites all of us. Whether those the world cannot forget or those the world had no clue of...

-----ranjith

Thanks to Nidhi http://zephyr27.blogspot.com/

like a Brinjal

When I thought I'd prepare something diiferent from the everyday Dal and potato, I saw this Brinjal in the refrigerator. It's called Egg Plant(how i got to know is another long story!) here.

Well, I would've never been able to cook it whole.. it was large! so, i chopped it and then put some oil in the pan and put these chopped egg plant(s!!!) into the pan.

Now, what's going on? They started absorbing all the oil I put! I didn't expect that!

(thinking no one told me about brinjal absorbing oil while frying since childhood) I kept adding more oil until they can absorb no more.

Some time later, the pieces started shrinking and desorption of oil started (undergrad in chemical engg.). i didn't expect this either. Now, I started removing oil.. by dipping a cloth into it and washing the cloth immediately and repeating all this.

The oil was hot and it was a lot!
The situation went bad!!


But then I started admiring Brinjal. It's like they're giving back whatever they have taken. It's like they are returning back everything they've ever taken.
Then I thought, if at all I get to speak in public and have to describe someone who's done lots of work for the society, i would say "He gave back to the society everything he took from it, He's like a BRINJAL to our society."

But then, it'll sound weird.

I'll have to explain them my brinjal story. Which would sound weirder!!

Guess how'll it be like if I said "He is like an Egg Plant to the society!!!"

Weirdest!!!

Well, it's around 4 in the evening now, I have got THREEE[!!! 8-( ] classes tomorrow and then I've to start doing all those homeworks and that's why I'm online..!!!!!!! and this is waaaht I'm doin!!!!!!!!!! aaaw!

phew!!!

well, my recent posts have been a loot different from earlier!! and have been of a completely different mood!!! self sacrifice... sorry... self review!! well, u need not worry about this... keep reading...

Life's beautiful

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UNUSUAL

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Night before VISA 1 interview

- I shut down the system imediately after I thought I should

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REJECTION

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Evening after the VISA 1 interview (on the road)

- Everyone were honking and I thought they were all doing it at me, knowing I got rejected!!

People who got rejected over something must know how it feels!! I cannot explain it to others!

No idea how i got over that!!! Life's beautiful.. :)

***or is life too fast?****

Amateur

thought i'd pen down my first cooking experiences! that's such an important thing that has started in life!! for me ofcourse!!

don't feel like! glurrbubbb!!! what theee!!!! 

NYC

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You find yourself walking on concrete floor,

Either left or right, it's all concrete again,

you wonder what place it is!

You check behind you, and you find giants walking,

not walking, but almost running,

Then you see forward and find b-h-ea-eautiful women everywhere,

Now you really wonder what place this could be!!!

Neither left nor right...

Not forward, not backwards,

You look upwards,

to find blue between the buildings, the sky,

The sky in which there's a plane every minute

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uhh ooh!! wake up bro, open your eyes now, you were dreaming of New York City.