It's fun to embrace literature again, to get lost in the wonderland where everything is a sheer delight...

Always desired to develop the art, but could not find words for the same..accidentally found it today...


Speaking

So aptly and gracefully that my aged ears play a truant at his tales...

Desire to develop the art of story telling/writing...the kind that Shakespere attributed toBiron...

How thoughtful it seems now that God does not fulfill all our desires and wishes.

I thought he was heedless of me or did not listen to  me.
But today I thank him that he did not or else I would have been in a great trouble.

Maybe it wasn't a right decision, but everything happens for a good reason....

The beautician gave me a completely different hair cut from what i had hoped for...the one that i imagined was hardly near to what i got...i imagined my waist length hair to be stylistically and beautifully cut to shoulder length but when i had it i started missing my earlier hair...they were seriously better...

Imagination is always more beautiful than reality!!! Sometimes exaggeratedly beautiful...

It's good to chase what you imagine, but not good to depreciate the beauty of reality, if it is beautiful...there can't be anything more beautiful than certainty and there can't be anything more certain than present...future is a possibility...it's very much like a photoshop thing, which makes the things look more beautiful than they actually are...but that does not mean, we should not change and should stick to what is current, but it surely means that we must appreciate what we have and dream for something which may be better or something that can give us an experience, good or bad....

Learning is certainly better than regret...

Anyways, i got a new aim or an aim in life at least...to grow them again till waist length....

Happiness is not good enough for me...i want ecstasy....

Take me seriously or i will start worshiping J.K.Rowling, i am telling you.... 

Side Effects...

Lord Rama be merciful!!!

The next day I am to work like an organism which is classified as a mammal by taxonomy, it's herbivorous,completely innocuous to its surroundings and despite all this, its nomenclature is used to derogate the people who are thought to have unusually weaker brains compared to their fellowmen who are at the highest rung of the evolutionary ladder!!!

And i am still awake....

Epicurean Side....

Perhaps, that's what they call heaven...

A bowlful of Cheese Corn Tomato Soup, a little warmer than lukewarm and a little colder than hot, followed by an another bowlful of Cheese Corn Tomato Soup...

Backed Cheese Macaroni with Pineapple, rightly sweetened....

Any subjee with a huge quantity of Paneer accompanied by soft and palate friendly Roti....

A Plane Vanilla Ice Cream...

Who says you require to consume wine to forget the damn world!!!

Great Expectations...

Though being a Saturn ruled, i am sometimes so optimistic that i can be termed a panglossian....the ephemeral happiness, as illusive as January rains, soothes the soul, but the enlightenment that surely follows and defogs the illusion brings with it pangs of wonder filled blues that stung much severely earlier and, now, it seems, i have developed callousness toward them...strange enough, but i don't seem to learn anything from these happenings, may be, because it does not seem fit to me to develop cynicism, a trait much worse than credulity, as it deprives one from a certain happiness and the latter gives a reason, however illusive and transient, to derive happiness from something that is completely empty...

You never know when life may throw some pleasant or unpleasant surprise at you, so live in a way that you don't have to regret

He started valuing or rather even noticing his life when he found a strange thing happening to him...indeed a strange thing..stranger even than a fiction...He found that he was in a tragedy....It may sound a gibberish to you, but he was actually in a tragedy...his life was no more under his control; it was in control of some whimsical  writer who was writing a fiction and wanted a tragic end to the story...his life was narrated by the person who did not have even the slightest idea that her pen was deciding a person's life...he was the hero of the story...

Busy in competing against the clock, we forget some very beautiful and precious things about life, the things we love the most, the people we love the most....

All of a sudden his life changed completely. he realized that he was going to die and that he had to find his guitar, the thing closest to his heart, but neglected so far. he found his guitar and even the first love of his life.. strange enough, but it was when in tragedy that he lived his life fully, he stopped existing and lived for the first time!!! life was actually beautiful now, and the fact that he was going to die, even more painful...

Finding the love of your life is the most fortunate thing on the earth and being with him or her is the most precious...

I don't know whether it was desire to live or desire to love that made him fight with every tangible and non tangible thing on his way...hoping against the hope, he fought till the last moment..and the very moment you start fighting, you are a winner, if not in a battle at least in a bigger battle, life...he won both in battle and in life....

No luxury, no money can buy you the happiness that you get through the feeling that you are being loved, that you are doing the things closest to your heart...

Life is stranger than a fiction....

Feeling like i was suffering from amnesia and now getting the glimpses of my memory...it's like returning to one's own self again....hope it gets completely disentangled...

Head over Heels... :)

Finally found someone to fall for...

Being narcissistic is the best thing ever...

"Do you play with guitar?", he asked.
For soothing myself, i hope his grammar's bad...