Saturday, November 27, 2010
Life is so mysterious, unpredictable that you can’t imagine what may happen in next few seconds, what to think about planning your rest of life. It has been the same for me. I grew up in a city called Chandigarh a very beautiful well planned city. My parents are both working so after school it was just me and my brother who used to stay at home, do our homework, and then fight with each other. Like most of brothers my bro also liked to tease me alot.... (He still does...), while I was a kid I never thought of what would I become when I will grow up as a person.. yeah certainly thought of becoming a doctor like many other children do but it is very rare that you get what you desire.
Why is it that most of the times we don’t get what we want in our lives? This question has been bothering me from some time. I heard somewhere that when you desire something from within your heart then the whole universe conspires to make you achieve what you desire, but i have never found this miracle to happen in my life. I desired something in my life which would have made me the happiest girl on this earth but my luck turned it the other way round.
Many people come in your life as guest, they come and make you feel that they will stay there for you forever and when you are sure that yes he /she will be there for you, you are relaxed, happy and want to remain like that then suddenly something undesirable happens and that person disappears from your life without even saying a good bye and you can’t do anything except to stand and watch while letting them walk away from your life.
There deep inside me lies an emptiness, a kind of fear to talk to people to avoid what happened before, to protect myself from facing the same situation, same humiliation, the situation when I wanted to cry out loud but I could not, when I was right but someone else misinterpreted me, when I never wanted to let that person leave me behind but I had no choice and live with a heavy heart for rest of my life.
The emptiness has resided in me and has made me mundane, I don’t feel like talking to people, to go out with them, the zeal to live life with enthusiasm and curiosity to unfold the remaining leaves of the book labelled as ‘my life’ has died. I sometimes just want myself to get disappear from this illusionary unpredictable world and want to enclose myself in a dark tunnel where no one can find me and where I will have no worries and can rest in peace.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Dusk was approaching and people were going to their home after spending whole day in their workplaces ,Some tired, some still filled with enthusiasm, some sad and tense while some were happy and satisfied, few were oblivion in their own thoughts and many were busy chatting with their friends. I too was going at someone’s place and during my journey observed people around me.
While moving to their destinations they caught glimpse of other passengers but never talk to each other. I was travelling in metro and something happened when I entered the coach only for ladies. There was a conflict going on between two women, one was shouting over other for being chafed by her in crowed. The other woman said sorry but the vexed lady kept on shouting for around five minutes when another lady came into picture and pacified her by saying that “let it go, she is saying sorry”. Those words assuaged both women and controlled the whole situation.
If an undesirable event happens in a public place, few of a passerby have the courage to support the victim and stand by him/her, this behaviour represents the empathy present among humans for strangers. But the degree of this feeling varies among individuals, those among whom this is present in intense amount they are forced from within to take action in the form of speaking their opinion to stand by others or take physical action while in others the level of this feeling is small enough to be subsided. Sometimes the anger and frustration generated as a result of empathy is so intense that it can result into open conflicts which can be disturbing for the surrounding crowd. The decision to express or not to express oneself for a stranger is subjective and depends on how well a person can judge the situation considering one’s safety and dignity in mind. This level of discretion is rare among individuals.
If every person rises up to this thinking level then there will be surely no crimes in this world, as the decision of a wise man to raise his voice at right time can avoid many harassments and other such undesirable humiliating activities. I just wish that day comes soon when there is at least someone strong, wise, judicious enough present to take stand against unethical issues happening around in this world which most of the times go unnoticed.
To introduce myself let me tell you a story..are you guys ready to read ???...here it is
There on this huge round earth is a country called India, land of Aryans and in this auspicious and pious land there is a small city called as Chandigarh where about two decades ago i was born, the night before i was born my father saw lighted lamps ..so finally i came into this world opened my eyes and started growing like any other child aimlessly without knowing what i want to do in my life and what i am for in this world. Gradually developed an inclination towards reading and i don’t know when it became a part of my life. Now after living two decades i have started thinking about what all is going on around me and possibly to figure out why things are like that.So decided to share my views with you and start a blog ...so am here !! thats the whole story...
Will be back soon with some 'daily rambling' ....check it out J
Posted by Monica Dhiman at 12:15 AM