Everybody Isn't Your Friend

       

Wednesday,
1 AM

Hey,

Let's start it with a question...

Is everyone next to you is your friend??

NO...

Everybody ain't your friend just because they're standing next to you. It doesn't mean they want the best for you, just because they smile in your face. 

Doesn't mean they are loyal behind your back.

Understand, real situations expose fake people.

Everybody in the circle might not be in your corner ,people pretend well...Sometimes it's the ones riding with you, that really ain't riding for you.

Sometimes its the ones closest to you that's silently competing with you. just because they're your best friend,doesn't mean they always want the best for you..

listen to me....

Don't confuse the length of the friendship for the strength of the friendship... 

Don't let the history keep you in the misery... just because they grew up with you, Doesn't means they want to see  you grow..

What's the point  of having  people around you that ain't for you....

Because you are real? Because you are loyal?

Be loyal.. but don't let your loyalty become your slavery..

Be loyal to yourself first..

Be loyal to someone who brings your life dreams not drama ....goals not gossips..

Stop being loyal to the wrong people because you can't control someone's loyalty..No matter how good you are for them ,they gonna don't treat you the same...

No matter how much they mean to you, doesn't mean they value you the same.

Sometimes, It's the people you love the most turn out to be the people that you can trust the least..

Fake people will always give you real reasons to cut them off..

I think its time to do some surgery and cut these people out of your life..

If people around you can't see you win, don't want to see best for you, inspire you, motivate you..... then.. 

I'll hate to tell you this but its true.

''You ain't got a circle,you got a cage.''

Sometimes the best way to add to to your life is not to add to it but to subtract from it..

It's rehab time, Let's get it.!!!!!! 

Inescapable Love: An Engima

    Thursday 

   12 AM

   LOVE THE, ENGIMA

      Where do I begin to express you, for you are as old as creation.
    I loose my way trying to understand your unfathomable!
   Deeper I go, I find you dancing in ecstasy that you are!
   With utmost endurance you bear me, when my ignorance stomp        you ruthlessly!!!! 

   That passionate tousle of the affable spring breeze playing my         hair calling out with a gentle reminder that you love me, I run to     find a "safe" shelter! 
 
   Showers of you dretching me with sheer ecstasy, while I open my     umbrella and walk away!!

   Comfort of ignorance masking my awareness, I wrap my mind          with anger!
   Your omnipresence is enthralling, only if one has the power of         sight!!

   Blindfolded by illusions around, I loose my sight.
   Only to come back crashing to grandeur of your abundant love.!

   Sparkling ''chi'' gushing through my spine , I rejoice!!
   I dissolve in you, only to realize that there is no ''I''' or ''YOU''.

   That is LOVE!!!!!

 L, the enigma

Where do i begin to express you, for you are as old as this creation!

I loose my way trying to understand your unfathoma

UnUttered : An Inclination

Sunday

1 AM

Hey,

I'm scared of loving people, and more than that I'm scared of losing them. 
One fine day you meet someone, you build memories with them, you live a life that seems like an eternity with them, and then they leave you or you leave them and you believe that they would remember you. 
You believe that you will always be something that might remain a significant memory to the other person and then reality strikes you. 

Ahhaaa...That feeling— the feeling of being pocket-sized in someone's life that your existence barely matters to them, that feeling of being so into someone but still being easily forgettable no matter how huge or important your history might have been, that feeling of not being remembered the way you should have been, ...that realization of how little they are thinking of you, that feeling chokes you.

Everything can be replaced they say... But That's not acceptable.. 
You can never substitute a feeling by another feeling. 

This lamentableness never leaves your amygdala and somwhere resides in your heart.... You will always remember the experiences that you have with people and those memories will stay until you are graved....

There will be some people whose names will give you chills or butterflies or a little smile on your face everytime you remember them. And then you try to look back and figure out what went wrong, what went so wrong that you are now only a part of their unrecalled past..

And that is the greatest grief....

''The greatest sadness isn't being left, the greatest sadness is being forgotten''

Interrogate Yourself

                         Interrogate Yourself

4th Jan 2018, 

2AM

In the waking state, a lot of our time is spent in questioning. Consciously and unconsciously we are questioning other people’s actions, words, events and sometimes our own fate. Most of the times these questions are born out of misery and persisting with such questions leads to more misery. But the question is, is questioning all that bad? What are those questions that can give us direction & lead us out of misery?

Every time when #SriSri is asked, “What is the purpose of my Life?” HE never gave a direct answer. In fact HE states, Just be with this question. This question itself is a tool to go deeper and rise up above the mundane. But how often do we sincerely ask this question to ourselves?

Would’nt the quality of our life transform if we stop and ask ourselves what do we really want and why we want it? instead of blindly chasing our desires? The goal of every desire is happiness.

At times we are so convinced that the fulfillment of our desires will lead to happiness that we go through an entire lifetime without questioning this basic assumption. Ok, if I get what I want, will it really make me happy? if Yes, for how long? Is it really worth all the feverishness and anxiety?

What is the real worth of all my cravings? What is such a big deal about feelings if they keep on changing all the time?  If this body itself is perishable why so much fuss about physical attraction and desperation to look good? If emotional pain is just a transient sensation why such a hurry to get rid of it? Who am I? Who is the experiencer of all experiences? If death is inevitable how seriously should life be taken? Who is the witness? what is the source of all these thoughts? Is there something that does not change? Why do I get so excited if all the fleeting pleasant feelings which i am running after are just caused by movement of #prana i.e. breath?

These questions play a pivotal role in Challenging basic assumptions and can shake off conditioned living. These questions reconnect us with ourselves.

Instead of questioning and demanding answers from others, its better to direct such fundamental questions to ourselves and stay “Answer “less” 🙂

"You can be a limitless being once you acquaint with your inner higher self which is your real self".

#JGD

                                                                              

                                ~ From the corner of a "Yogi"

Confession : A little Secret

 30 Nov 2018
 6:30PM

A little secret::

Its gonna be a different kind of writting....
Someone so special asked me to write for her love confession in my words ;
& Its always been difficult for me to resist her.!
Hence, I partly penned it with the vow to imprint the whole fable soon..

So,I opted to begin it wondering ,continue with the same & end you with AWESTRUCK.!!😊
(In my words)

''''After being your best friend and telling you all my hopes and desires, I need to tell you what will make me happy.

You have always been there for me through our ups and downs; you've listened to my problems and, most of all, you've put up with me and all the crazy things I do. I love being with you and acting like fools, and I just love everything about you.

You are the best friend I have ever had, but last night when I was trying to go to sleep, I kept thinking about everyone. But then I thought about you, and I couldn't stop thinking about you!
I thought about all the good times we've had together, and I thought about that day we went mudding on the four wheelers, and I realized that it's not the other people I want to be with, it's you. I love you and I want to be with you, forever and a day .
I'm in love with you and have been in love with you since I can't remember when!❤️ ''''


Now, I'm pretty sure that I'm leaving you with bunch of questions in your head but with a promise to answer them all in my next blog.!!✍️✍️

Content credits:: #Ghosh
Thank you @PG.!!❤️

Good Old Days

               

20th November

11PM

I still remember the thrill of running away every time one of us broke a glass while playing cricket. Every single evening the whole complex was buzzing with activity. There was noise, chaos and every inch of space was used to play either the regular or self Invented games.

Injuries were something to be proud of. Fights and arguments were fierce but quickly forgotten. To ultimately resolve an argument there was one sincerely Honest person whom all of us trusted.
He was the big guy and he never lied. All accepted his decision and only after he gave his verdict the game would continue.

Those were days when there was no Internet, no cable tv, no fast food joints, no mobile phones and very few coaching classes. 

Those were days when the building complexes were considered to be a heaven for all resident children. All sorts of games were played, right from Cricket to lagori, from tennis(with a plastic ball and both hands as the racket)to Kanchi (marbles) from football and badminton to langdi and of course cant gorget games like chor police, poison medicine, land and water etc.

5 pm onwards was the official play time. During school days 5 pm was magical time. An hour before one suddenly became extra studios and would be seen with books silently convincing the parents that all is perfect at the academic front. If you were sick that day, at around 5 PM you would start feeling better.

The only way the session would end was with loud Impatient cries of angry parents from their respective balconies or kitchen windows calling us back home.  Back home was some regular nagging, some good food and then we would watch some really classy and fantastic TV serials like “Ye jo hai zindagi”, Nukkad, Hum log etc.]

Nobody hid behind their main doors and plonked themselves in front of their own TV sets. 

I harldy watched a cricket match in my own house. Important cricket matches often resulted into building get togethers. Zindagi was vibrant in every single nukkad and there was a lot of Hum ness between Logs.

Here I would like to introduce you to a rare brand of English language. The English we spoke was a direct translation of Hindi which was a direct translation of marathi. A few examples…
Coming then come fast. What to do re, he is like that only. Then what (instead of “ofcourse”). Morning morning dont eat my head. Gone mad or what. Then what happened you know? Anything haan, Anyways your fathers what goes?(this we never said. but I could not resist the temptation of adding it here.)

Now its for you to figure out the original Hindi or vernacular sentences.

~ @pathak_says

That Inarticulate Love

            That Inarticulate Love

11th November 

2AM 

There is somebody who still waits for you...
Thinks about you all night...
Who is homesick without you...
Who hates being alone...
Who still feels your presence in every breath...
Who recalls every conversation he ever had with you...
Whose moist eyes speak much louder than his words...
About whom his crowd knows that he is falling apart..
Who knows you will never be his past...
Who gets broken seeing you happy with someone else..But him.. seeing you in someone else arms but his.

Who knows you deserve someone much better to treasure your smile...but him..
He's love is unpolarized..
That somebody is ''me''....