Indelible Musings

What's my aim? Do I know or not? Staring aimlessly at the horizons, That look back at me Seeking answers That I have not. I try to confide in the unknown surroundings, What's gone shall never return, But what lies in the present and the future, Shall be self governed. Yes, I shall be the writer of my destiny But how? For an aimless vision stares at me I am blinded, god knows with what I am burdened, or is it my mind That's crippled by thoughts. My heart yearns to make peace with my mind, But.. Here I am, hardened like stone Still like a potrait, Closed like a shell, Aloof like that barren tree Standing tall on the road that I see, Don't I know? What indeed is my aim? Or is it my oblivion Forcing me to ignore the same.

Okay. This post took me quite a while to write. Not just the regular editing, re-writing, re-phrasing, beautifying (not much), etc etc but also feeding, playing, chatting with my baby kept me away from writing this blog. My previous post had mentioned how keen I was to pen down my thoughts. This post too is somewhat going flashback. No, I am not revisiting all the nine months of my pregnancy rather sharing an observation that I made during those nine months. This is one observation that I had long back but it just got better in the past few months. It’s about the people around me- Family, friends, colleagues, acquaintances, “Facebook” friends etc. January 4th, 2014 was when I came to Delhi with my mother. Yes, I had quit my job. Not many knew of this except a few close friends, who met me in Delhi and of course, my colleagues and family. In fact, many would get to know through this blog post that I have been jobless since January :-D But like I have always been, I kept myself occup...

To whomsoever has been a part of my life in some or the other way After a long overhaul, I thought its time for me to say thank you to you for being so kind and generous in sharing with me your emotions. I know, I am your true companion in every sense. You must be wondering how? Of course, I am. After all, I know what you wear everyday, what do you eat everyday, what do you to impress the guys or girls you meet in your office/college/public place. I know every moment of your life. I think I know more than even your parents would. However, I have seen the after-effects of what happens when your parents read what you have shared with me. How can i forget that "why-didn't-you-share-this-with-us-first" look. Sorry, Am I rude? Oh , I didn't mean to! But hey, come on! Think of it. Things that are dear to you. Things that you would not want to share with any third person. Things that even if you shared, you would want to keep some of the secrets to yourself. For ever...