I am not even sure of what we really discuss in the blogs but I have a clue that if I feel to type something, go to some blogspot but now, when I am finally here, at Blogger.com, nothing seems to be coming to me.
Please allow me to introduced myself. I am the person who kept analyzing himself and his life more than anything that come across his mind. I, sometimes (or most of the time), feels that I am very blessed and happy with this life and given so much that I couldn't think beyond the boundaries of happiness. BUT, any other time, I hit upside my head and start loosing balance for quite a while. The lessons that I mugged for being happy, starts fading from my mind and this is when life seems to become monotonous or, in honest words, boring. And the challenges, those I felt blessing, suddenly starts creeping. At this point of time, one corner of my heart starts anticipating of someone who will come to rescue and will help me to find myself again.
I am sure you are becoming lost in translation?? I know that I dont have any right to call you selfish as you started searching yourself when I am introducing myself. I know this is not just about me or you or anyone else. This is how the life is.
May be, everything appears complex but I found easiest way of being happy is - to feel this complexity, to feel the sadness and to feel the boredom. This is the time to explore all gloominess living in myself. On this relatively cold and dreary friday, I realized that winter is officially on its way and it delighted me a bit. I am a winter boy and end of winter usually brings an annual dimness to my life. Every year I try to protest that winter is actually over. But, inspite of being enchanted, at this point of time I can't decide whether to go with Linkin Park or with Pink Floyd or with Ghulam Ali.
May be this is time to sit back and enjoy the feeling of getting nostalgic.
Comments welcome.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
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