its strange that our emotions are largely dependent on others feelings. Its may sound apt and strangely different from the belief that at least our emotion is truely ours. May be, it is true to some extent.But I felt unusually happy and gay throughout the day yesterday whenever the blushing and smiling faces of the people in the movie "Jane tu ya Jaane na" lingered in my conscious mind. Actually, it was not a normal good day for me to find a reason to smile with no reason. It was just the story and its associated fragments of imagination pregnant with love and practical relevance that i could imagine, kept me in merry mood throughout the day today. My mood changed.
There have been so many circumstances that have given me a reason to smile though they hardly relate me to the situation. Movie, cricket/tennis/football matches and several other trifle of things. I have tried to capture few of them that really keep on lingering in the mind every time when i feel like being happy. I am sure this will inflate your heart too like a balloon,about to burst lest you cross the threshold.
* To go for a vacation to some pretty place
* To listen to your favorite song in the radio
* To go to bed and to listen to the drops while it rains outside
* To clear your last exam.And feeling happy after finding a person who has got less marks than you.
* Reaching station late and got to know that train is also late.
* Remembering all those streets and mohallas near your house where you spent all your school days ..!
* To receive a call from someone, you don't see a lot, but you want to.
* To find money in a pant that you haven't used since last year.
* To laugh at yourself looking at mirror, making faces.
* To accidentally hear somebody say something good about you.
* To wake up and realize it is still possible to sleep for a couple of hours.
* To laugh .......laugh........and laugh ...... remembering stupid things done along with stupid friends.
Let us cherish them.
Showing posts with label Emotion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Emotion. Show all posts
Jul 17, 2008
Jul 7, 2008
Pessimistic Inspirational Wisdom
“But Man, you could give time to me too!”, a feeble voice on mobile fumed me up as often and antagonizing me to give up the penultimate chapter in my decisive project presentation. I suffered a zener breakdown.
The girl was none other than my girl who had kept me spellbound and agonized right from the wee days of my B.Tech. Love; from its very idiosyncratic and alleviating gesture impairs human feeling by forcing it unidirectional. Her playful villainy provoked me against the entangling love.
She was indeed the inspiration who stimulated an experience of failure fury thus helping me rise to eminence as a graduate engineer. She by her recursive emotional torture had detached me from studies. Observing the faux pas; as love is often portrayed; I was intrigued by the second thought besides love, my career. Without something to hate, we lose the very spring of thought and action. I hated her to extent of breakdown. In retaliation, I developed the feeling of love for myself. I gave her up for my family and career. And today I thank God for instilling hatred in me for her. She was indeed the utmost pessimistic inspirational wisdom I had ever attained. And I will be grateful to her for my entire life. Thanks Buddy.
This is just an essay that I had written for a competition.Its just figments of imagination.Believe me.
The girl was none other than my girl who had kept me spellbound and agonized right from the wee days of my B.Tech. Love; from its very idiosyncratic and alleviating gesture impairs human feeling by forcing it unidirectional. Her playful villainy provoked me against the entangling love.
She was indeed the inspiration who stimulated an experience of failure fury thus helping me rise to eminence as a graduate engineer. She by her recursive emotional torture had detached me from studies. Observing the faux pas; as love is often portrayed; I was intrigued by the second thought besides love, my career. Without something to hate, we lose the very spring of thought and action. I hated her to extent of breakdown. In retaliation, I developed the feeling of love for myself. I gave her up for my family and career. And today I thank God for instilling hatred in me for her. She was indeed the utmost pessimistic inspirational wisdom I had ever attained. And I will be grateful to her for my entire life. Thanks Buddy.
This is just an essay that I had written for a competition.Its just figments of imagination.Believe me.
Jun 4, 2008
UnNamed Feeling
Do i start writing all this down?
Just let me plug you into my world
Can't you help me be uncrazy?
Name this for me, heat the cold air
Take the chill off of my life
And if i could i'd turn my eyes
To look inside to see what's comin'
It comes alive
And i die a little more
Then the unnamed feeling
Takes me away.
Its pretty difficult to understand the complexities of the human emotions. Though such individualistic thoughts are from the innermost conscience, but I even let the fiend have his own say, though forcefully. The unperturbed silence eventually gets dissolved in the overpowering ghastly shrieks. I am terrified. I feel emotionless, I feel myself transformed into a Zombie.
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