creativity?

LOL!

Chances and Choices.....

“When we meet the right person to love when we’re at the right place at the right time. That’s chance.

When you meet someone you’re attracted to, that’s not a choice. That’s chance.

Being caught up in a moment (and there’s a lot of couples who get together because of this) is not a choice. That’s also a chance.

The difference is what happens afterward. When will you take that
infatuation, that crush, that mind-blowing attraction to the next level?

That’s when all sanity goes back, you sit down and contemplate whether you want to make this into a concrete relationship or just a fling. If you decide to love a person, even with his faults, that’s not a chance. That’s choice.

When you choose to be with a person, no matter what, that’s choice. Even if you know there are many people out there who are more attractive, smarter, and richer than your mate, and yet, you decide to love your mate just the same, that’s choice.

Infatuation, crushes, attraction comes to us by chance. But true love that lasts is truly a choice. A choice that we make.

Regarding soulmates, there’s a beautiful movie quote that I believe is so true about this: “Fate brings you together, but it’s still up to you to make it happen.”

I do believe that soulmates do exist. That there is truly someone made for you. But it’s still up to you to make the choice if you’re going to do something about it or not. We may meet our soulmates by chance, but loving and staying with our soulmate is still a choice we have to make.”

Life and Fear

Tomorrow will soon be yesterday,and yesterday was once tomorrow.But what about today?Is it important?

Do we constantly obsess over everything but the present?If the memories are what hurt then why do we hold on to them?If the present is the most enjoyable then why does the go by so quickly?Why do the best things in life seem unreachable?And why do the worst things seem to fall into your lap?

But most importantly,why do we think these things?Seeing is believing for most people,and if they see it happen to them,they will believe it for the rest of their lives and think nothing different of it.But why can’t we just believe that things just happen,no matter what the immediate reaction is?In the end,no matter how good or bad,it always turns out for the best:We learn.

We learn about life.We learn lessons.We learn reasons.We learn answers.And most importantly,we learn feelings.Our feelings.After all,what are we without feeling?

One feeling everyone feels is fear.It is the least discussed emotion between humans.Why?People fear it.
Ironic ? Yes. But why do we fear fear?Most people fear that they will be teased or mistreated because what they feel could be different than another’s.But is teasing and mistreating what they really fear? Could it be that they fear they could actually make an impact on someone’s life?Or maybe even because they know they can rub off on that person and they would no longer be an individual?.An example of this could be a phobia.Let’s say someone is scared of heights and they won’t tell anyone.It could possibly be because they fear if they tell another person,they could rub off on them,or even find out that the other person feels the same way.But they could face their fears together,and learn:They learn about their friendship.

As quoted from Alanis Morrisette,”…you live,you learn,you love,you learn,you try,you learn,you lose,you learn…..”.
That song “You Learn” always had an impact on me.I made so much sense that one could not ignore it.

Tomorrow will soon be yesterday,and yesterday was once tomorrow.What makes us think about this is past experiences and up coming experiences. Why?
The fact of the matter is……we fear it. I think it is time that
mankind got over their fear of the present and actually learn something. Don’t you????

Nightmarish

BAH! another night when i wake up at the unearthly hour of 3AM... it happens every 2-3 months now... some \freaking/ dream leaves me awake for the full night... :'( and the coincidence i always wake up @ 3AM :( no matter wat time ive slept... dOH!

10:52 Am: Another boring day in the office begins with absofcukinlutely nothing called as "WORK" to do.

Blah! Blah! Blah!

Learning of the DAY: I juz realised FACEBOOK is a live saviour :D

A Cold Morning in Delhi..

Finally Winter Arrives\m/

Me, Slumberland

"In my youth," Father William replied to his son,
"I feared it might injure the brain;
but now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
why, I do it again and again."
~ Lewis Carroll

Lying on the bed while reading a book was a big mistake. Mind you. I do know that it is bad for the eyes but I am referring to something else… Merely halfway through the first page of the book had my eyelids drooped down under the weight of lead. In a matter of minutes, I was on my way to slumberland, again.

For some unknown reason, sandman has been preying on me recently, sprinkling sand in my eyes whenever I try hard to concentrate on work. I do appreciate him doing so in the night when I go to bed, but for goodness sake, not in the afternoon when I have lists of work to do or in the middle of a somnolent lesson. Why, oh why does he have to pay me a visit during unseemly hours? Argh! Does he really need to work overtime?

It is said that a normal person of my age needs no more than eight hours of sleep a day. But believe it or not, I don’t find it a problem sleeping for a twelve-hour marathon! It is either the statistic is disputable or that I am subnormal. Whichever it is, I prefer the former.

So, imagine my awe when my insomniac friend complained of being unable to go to sleep for quite a number of days when he returned form Goa during the holidays. To be frank, sleeping may be an indulgence but it is a luxury when you have datelines to meet. That explains why I was quite envious of my friend. Think of what he could do with the extra hours! Surfing the Internet, playing games, reading novels, writing blogs, going out for fun.

Meanwhile, give me an extra hour and I will spend the twenty-fifth slumbering. But i've had my odd "sleepless" nights(Tonight just being one of them). Having counted every animal on Old Mc Donald’s farm, from chickens to sheep, I still could not get to sleep. So, I lay on the bed from 1 AM (my usual bedtime) till six and was so nervous of what was happening to me. I felt totally tireless as if I had just taken a stimulant of some kind.

But then, that is just an unusual day out of the nineteen springs I have been through. Usually, going to sleep is no mean feat at all. The problem lies with trying to wake up. You see, sometimes I feel more like home in dreamland, or slumberland as I call it. Don’t talk to me about interpreting hidden messages of strange dreams. To me, the more ridiculous they are, the more amusing I feel. Imagine living in a magical realm where you can control the outcome of everything, or a place where you can defy gravity. Ha! That would surely make Newton turn in his grave!

The point is, in the realm of slumberland where the world of logic collapses, everything is possible and nothing is ridiculous. I know exactly how Alice felt when she was trapped in wonderland with a bunch of psychos. Father William stood on his head; March Hare reminded Alice that “it's very easy to take more than nothing”; the Queen demanded to “sentence first – verdict afterwards”. Everything is nonsensical and boggles the mind. That is exactly what makes a dream, a dream.