Be Careful What You Wish For

Some times I wonder if, a happy life, which we all wish for, is too expensive a gift to seek from what we presume to term as god, destiny or fate. Each one of us have something to yearn for, always, a wish that is seeked for, and is left unfulfilled in spite of the mind's ignorance to construe the countless number of desires/wishes fulfilled till date. We tend to forget the joy in what we already possess in pursuit of something we do not. Honestly, how many of us have time to take a moment to thank life for the countless gifts that are already bestowed to us unasked for, yet we fail to even acknowledge their existence as gifts which many other people around us (might) lack?. Is it not greed that governs human behavior? I ponder in dismay..
For instance, A jobless person seeks out for a job and claims fate as being responsible for its cruelty against him, for not having fulfilled his desperate need of finding a job. The moment he finds a job, he looks out for the next close call to his perfect want. He then complains that the salary is too low. Upon finding a high paying job, he has something Else to whine about and to seek for. Is there a plausible end to this never-ending loop of needs? Or rather wants, to be precise?

More the complexity of this never-ending loop, more the amount of grief we perceive from life. Here, in the preceding sentence, I am reluctant to use “the grief we experience” rather I deliberately say “the grief we perceive”, for, Is not life's happiness and grief in what we perceive? Elucidating on this,

A poor man living in a small piece of land with his wife and children, with barely sufficient money to make a living might claim happiness in life, lot more than what a business man who earns billions and lives in a mansion might claim for. So it is all in the perspective, in the way we see life, over what we define happiness and grief to be, in mere terms.

So dear readers, take a moment off from your clumsy life, thank life for all the unacknowledged love it has showered on you. If you are gifted with a healthy body and have good food to eat, good clothing to wear, and a loving family to live with, consider that you are one among the lucky few for not being denied with the basic necessities of life which many in the world fail to experience. All desires beyond these are close to being considered as trivial. Life is just too short to whine about the free beer you don't get to drink or the lady love you don't get to be with.

"It is much easier to suppress a first desire than to satisfy those that follow. For, if you wish for many things, many things will seem few."
-Benjamin Franklin

Introducing Facebook

A short conversation where in you start explaining social networking concepts to an elderly person who has never heard of the same before.

“You open this page, login with your account and what you get to see in front of you here is called a wall! You can literally write on it.” (*Trembles with curiosity to explain*)

“Right here, you will find a profile page where you can tell people if you are married, committed or if you are into a complicated relation. Funny isn't it?” (*Admires Mark Zuckerberg with a naughty smile for the idea behind it*)

“You can express everything you feel as status updates. You can tell people how awesome you think you really are, by putting up stuff like the Don't-judge-me-by-what-you-know update or I-am-not-perfect-but-I-am-just-me update." (*thinking about how jealous people would be of you for your rockzzstar attitude.. uff..*)

“Likewise you can tell to people if you are sad and lonely. The best part is that they can even like and comment on it.” (*Deviating from the thought, pondering over the number of likes on the recently shared photo*)

“You know, these likes and comments actually convey a lot more than they what they actually are. They make you feel loved. They just make your day.” (*Questioning yourself, 'Why would people love me so much? 23 likes on the recent photo? That's just too much of love to digest.'*)

“You can indirectly convey messages to people on hitting a like on these wonderful Facebook pages. Suppose, I want my ex to know that I still love her, I'd simply like this Outside-I-am-smiling-but-inside-I-am-dying page so that only she would understand the encrypted meaning and nobody else would. Awesome, ain't it?” (*Like Sherlock Homes, takes pride in self for the wit behind the plot*)

“And you have these wonderful apps that would tell you about who-want-to-kill-you? Who-is-your-celebrity-girl-friend-of-the-day? And who has a secret crush on you? Guess what! My celebrity girl friend for the day is Angelina Jolie and I am SO thrilled” (*No more in control of the self. Peaks of joy. Experiencing emotional ecstasy*)

“The best is yet to arrive. There you see! Here you can create farms, happppily water them and comeback to check 'em out when they are all grown. It is just a wonderful feeling...It just feels”....


You begin to notice the weight of the weird long stare the elder gives you and finally realize that sanity is a long lost thing..

A Journey Called Blogging

As I carefully scroll across the fifty blogposts that I've written till date, I am amused by the discovery of my own self. I see how my thoughts have evolved, and I must admit that blogging did leave a tremendous impact on me. Back then when I was a kid, I had no clue about what blogging was. No matter how much I googled the word blogging, I never really understood the motive behind writing blogs until I was 18. I was then struck by the thought that I must start a blog on philosophy, to let people know about the search for the esoteric truth, to share some of my gyaan with the world. I was a total amateur then, Not that I am a pro now, but still I am a much better writer now than compared to what I was a few years ago. I had written a couple of blogs about god and philosophy but then I was sad that none of the readers really took interest in such subjects.

I then realized after reading a few popular weblogs that readers are more interested in masala. More the spice in the content you write, more the chances of gaining readers to your blog, and hence I put a pause on the philosophy blog, created a brand new personal blog (the one you are seeing now), and put in all interesting crap making desperate attempts to ring reader's bells. Well it all started with the experience of invoking a spirit using the Ouija board, went on with few personal incidents in my life. Having written half a dozen blogposts, I realized that people were actually beginning to like what I write but the difficult part of the story was to keep up with reader's expectations. At a point of time I was totally clueless about the topics to share. I had written a couple of blogs on love and then an eye opening truth that love always sells revealed itself to me. People never get tired of reading about love. So I started taking up the genre of love based on fiction, started writing lame stuff which I claimed to be poems but eventually got better at the whole writing thing. I spoke of pyschopaths, drunkards, vampires, kings of the historic times, sci fi fictional robots, black magicians. I spoke of emotions ranging from humor, love, hatred, anger, evil, pain, et al.

Well, I feel like an old grandpa in blogging now. I totally admit that 50 blog posts is just too little to claim oneself as a grandpa in blogging. But it is not just about the number, it is about the way I evolved while going through all this. Today I am least interested to write blogposts on love, I so feel that the romantic in me is dead. I wonder if this has got to do something with the age. At a point of time I was worried about losing readers, I sincerely followed through my readers, persistently, politely prompting them to read my blogs. Now I am too tired. Tired to keep up with the you-follow-me-I-will-follow-you business or the mutual commenting agreement among bloggers. I am tired of trying to make my blog popular in public directories and forums. I still do read a lot of blogs. At times I drop a comment, at times I don't. Nevertheless, I love reading articles. Off late, I have been writing just to quench my hunger to write and to evolve in this whole process. To be honest, the only readers for my blog (currently) include a few from facebook and twitter (thanks to networked blogs), few random people from around the world (thanks to google) and yes of course my mom at times, who occassionally whines about the crap I write.

Despite all the lack of readership, I remain unperturbed. Mostly because, I realized that writing is not a passion to me. It is just a part time thing that I enjoy besides my work. Even if readers admit it or not, I know that I've been a descent blogger all through these two years. I have adhered to few blogging rules and ethics that I've layed upon myself. My only motive of blogging has been TO blog, to share what I write with the world and nothing else. Like some of the bloggers I know of, I've never harassed readers with annoying GRE vocabulary in my blog posts. I've always layed emphasis on the content of the post rather than pondering over how I presented myself as a writer. I've never tried to educate readers on anything. Irrespective of whether they liked it or not, I've tried my best to share amusing stuff on my blog. 

Ahh well! It is a long way since the day since I've started blogging a couple of years before. Besides everything, blogging had helped in a number of ways both professionally and personally. I am also delighted by the fact that, now, the whole process of putting thoughts on a paper comes easy to me. Apparently, I am not good at expressing my emotions/feelings with anyone. I am the kind of person who usually keeps to himself. Good or bad, Joy, pain or grief, whatsoever be the feeling or emotion, I seldom share it with people. Albeit my incapability of doing so, blogging has given me a platform to voice out my opinions and vent out a li'l bit of my personality which most of the people around me were unaware of until I started writing. All thanks to blogging and the few loveable readers who still continue to take some time off to read the crap I write. :)