Flowers That Can Fly...

So when Divya asked me who my best friends were, for a moment it reminded me of school days when you tried to have as many best friends as you could, 'cause having many best friends was supposed to be "cool".


And when D said, "we're two very different people, yet we are alike too", I realised in friendship that's a good thing. Being different is good. However, in a marriage, I am not even saying a relationship, in a marriage, I have come to realize that "similar" works and not different.


In a friendship, try to seek out varied and different people. There'll be much more learning. When it comes to marriage, try to look for someone who is similar. Who has same likes, dislikes, interests, goals and dreams. And this is completely opposite of what I used to think some 12 months back. I always thought two people who were alike would spell boredom in a marriage. But that just ain't true. It would be a generalization, but it takes many compromises and adjustments and a lot of "understanding" for two dissimilar people to work a marriage and more so when it's arranged.


Anyway, coming back to best friends, what makes a friend a best friend? I think the people I call best friends are the ones with whom I am not afraid to be myself. I can be me, whoever she is. Weird, flawed, good, awesome, bad. Grumpy, cranky, petty, bitchy, loving. Me. And they will not mind.


These people, they have seen the worst in me, the best, the good and the bad. And they are still around. I think that is what makes them special to me. That is what makes them "best friends" to me.


Who's your best friend?

Doggy Question...

I wonder if it's a dog's way of attempting suicide when he throws himself in front of your vehicle or crosses a high traffic lane.

A Heart Missing, A Mind Numbed & A Soul Lost...

Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.

I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy - ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness--that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what--at last--I have found.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.

Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate this evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.

This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.

--“What I have lived for”, Autobiography, Bertrand Russell

The Beauty & The Beast...

I am sure after reading this article husbands all over will convince their wives with, "if you can put it on your face..."

It is amazing what science can do, no?

Self-involved...

I was always bad with details. Details, details, details! I need to take care of the details.


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In other news, kajal has become such an essential part of my life that I just can not step out without first applying kajal to my eyes. But today I did. And I look so incomplete, like something's missing, like I just lost someone. 


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I think we get so involved in our own careers and industry, we often become blind to other industries and professions. Like everyone time those sales people call I ask them to come late around 7-8pm. I get free after 6:30pm but I never realised till now that those people also have their own "personal life". Maybe I am just plain insensitive and when I throw tantrums like, "Your company provides terrible service! Why can't your people come at 8 PM?", am sure the guy at the other end must think me a bitch. Which won't be far from the truth. Am sure he had a hard day and at the end of the day, which should be 7 pm for him too, he just wants to go home and spend the remainder of  day with his family. Or has his own personal work. Or needs to take his dogs out for a walk, has friends he wants to hang out with or needs to give time to his girlfriend or wife. And then someone like me demands he come at 8 pm and he doesn't want to lose one customer so he agrees. I think it's important to be aware of the lives of people around us. Those of our maids, the sales people, the janitors, the office boys, the fruit sellers, the autowallas even. Your own watchman. The man who gets your newspaper. 




I am sure we will be a bit more considerate if we knew atleast a little about their work day. I am positive we'd sympathise and possibly come to care too. 

Spat...

You know not.

Then tell me.

No.

Why not?

I don't want to.

Please?

That will not work.

Then what will?

Nothing.

But I want to know!

Then you will have to find it out yourself.

How?

I can't tell.

Why not?

'Cause I can not.

But why?

You heard me.

You're being impossible!

You're being a pain.

Tell me, please! It's killing me!

I am sorry. I am not trying to be cruel. But I can not.

Alright. Is this how you want it? Fine. We'll play by your rules then.

I am not playing any games. There are no rules.

True.

True what?

Nothing.

What?

Nothing.

Tell me.

I can not.

Why not?

'Cause I don't want to

Why not?

You heard me too.

Happy Clouds...

The weather today is *perfect*. Just perfect. Reminds me of London. And my train journey from Glasgow to Aberdeen. And Glassgow Green. The Castle. And Bhutan. And perfect smiles. And perfect friends. And perfect stories. Perfect happiness.



And somehow, I feel perfect too.