Choices...

Sometimes you just sit back and recap your life...

The people that you met, the choices that you made, the things you held on to, and the things you let go of...

Sometimes an innocent exchange of smiles at a coffee shop can turn into a friendship so dear...

On the other hand, a friendship so old can fall apart over a silly fight...

I have held on to relationships that were irrelevant... held on to beliefs that were obsolete...

I have let go of people i needed the most in life, people who deserved a second chance...

In life, you sometimes make choices that work for you... while some choices you regret (and even for the longest of time)...

I sometimes feel, there is a force above us... a force that wants us to make these choices---right or wrong, in order to differentiate the good from the bad...

Imagine a world where everyone made the right choices. So every person would be right and therefore every choice they made would be right...

Sounds ideal, doesn't it? When everyone is right, then everything is good...

And if everything is good, you don't know how bad feels?

I let go of an old friendship for stupid reasons... i did a bad thing...

Today when i look back, i feel miserable. But at the same time i think to myself, had i not acted silly that one time, how would i have ever appreciated my friendships now and valued them more?

I say, it's OK to make choices... go out there and take a risk...

No one guarantees you will make the right choice but at least you'll learn to appreciate and value the good more after running into the arms of bad a few times. 

Time...

I am more and more aware, that it's not only a place that you remember or return to.
It's a certain time...
And if that time is lost, that place doesn't matter anymore. That place shouldn't matter anymore.

She knew she'd lost him then...

The day he said, “we should talk things out”; she knew deep within, she’d lost him then.

She shouldn’t have gone to meet him; she knew she shouldn’t have… But her heart won over her head, and there she was with him in his room. He kept giving her reasons for why they can’t be together and she kept ignoring the words, just feeling! Feeling happy to be by his side. Feeling protected in his arms just like she’d always felt. Feeling content in that moment of distressful isolation. she knew she’d lost him then but her heart still said no.

 “The family vacation should put things in perspective. We both need this break”, he said. She knew she’d lost him then, but her heart wanted to believe in him. She waited for the calls that never came. The messages that were a routine became her longing… but she told to herself that he’s busy and everything will be ok. She knew she’d lost him then but her heart still said no.

“There’s no point in me being in her life if I can’t justify her love” he said to her friend while she silently sat beside him, gently wiping her tears that trickled down to her heart, moistening it further more. He was the man that once made her believe in love and he was the man that told her love didn’t exist. She knew she’d lost him then, but why did her heart still say no?

All her friends came to her rescue, that’s what friends always do. They cheered her up, guided her, held her when she was about to fall. He still remained in her every thought- sometimes evident to all and sometimes seen by none. She knew she’d lost him then and yet she didn’t want to know!

It’s been a while now… and everything remains unchanged. Life moves on as it always does and people also change. She is strong and she is level headed and she will find her way. She knows she has lost him, but her heart she can’t convince…

The Humanization Of A Robot!

Have you ever thought of the force that backs all our choices and decisions in life?

In most likelihood, no! Well… I wouldn’t be writing this myself if I hadn’t awakened last night (If I may say so.)

I lay in my bed, tucked inside my cozy comforter. The air con is set on 23 degrees and the time is around 2 a.m (yes I am an insomniac!). The conditions are perfect to read a book. And so I have in my hand Paulo Coelho’s 11 Minutes. 

I wanted to read it since a long time but got a chance to do so only recently. As I turned the pages of the book, I seemed to relate to the character of the protagonist and at one point wondered if the book was about me?!

I don’t mean I’m the prostitute (for those who have read the book) but one look deeper into the character and you’ll know she was different from the rest. Not all of us have the ability to challenge what we see, set a limit for us and break it ourselves, believe in true love and repel it at the same time. It could very well sound like a mental disorder, but think again!

Who we are and what we do is not really up to us if you think about it…

We are constantly surrounded by mental pressures, social responsibilities, moral stand and a lot of other fancy words. Unfortunately being up to the mark is responsible for taking away our individuality.

Individuality is what sets us apart from the others. But really, if we are constantly thriving to be ideal- ideal, as we "perceive" ourselves to be and in the way our society looks at us, aren't we just a part of a rat race? A breed that is well accepted, well marketed and obviously desired! We’re just a project under construction.

Therefore coming back to my first statement- The force that backs all our choices and our decisions in life is our universe. We are unfortunately robots, designed to perform according to the way we have been programmed. And the word ‘individuality’ exists only in the dictionary for most of us!