Strong words...by a strong 'no one'

You may change your habits but you can never stop being who you are.

We all have one thing in common. We all dream. Dreams that define us. Reveries that almost seem believable.
But life is way too real and we live it.

So somewhere along, we are forced to stash them away into oblivion, scared enough to not revive them, hurt enough to disown them, pragmatic enough to stop believing in them. So while we get too busy with whatever is on our platter, even finding means to be happy at times, there are these moments of self-retrospection which make us think out loud, "Who are we fooling?" We are successful, probably, but not satisfied. Happy, yes, but not really content. Almost there; but not quite.

Its time we refuse to succumb to the inevitable. Let us stop at wherever we are, take a breather, pack our bags and set out for what we have always longed for and trust me, destiny will follow suit.

Because we are defined by our dreams; and while we may change our habits, we can never stop being who we are. :)

…as is life

I remember the time when I wrote about the couple at the footpath for the first time. I remember when I wrote about their child. Three years down the line, they still live, at the same place, proudly with another child of their own. Three years down the line, life has changed a lot for them, for me, for all of us.

I remember the time when I wrote about the one-legged beggar at our colony for the first time. I remember when I wrote about her crying at nights – winter nights, mostly. Three years down the line, I don’t see her these days. Maybe she is dead. Three years down the line, she didn’t change much, the last time I saw her. Three years down the line, my feelings for her didn’t change, that much.

I remember the ‘Thoughts of a wanderer’, wandering in the lake places in the evening, I remember why I asked to ‘Listen to Southern Avenue’, I remember why I was ‘Mad’, because I told someone ‘Good Night’, and they didn’t answer. Life has taught me to remember things. And then to smile at them. 

Listening to a song from a long time ago, and when you clearly remind of the time when you had listened to it for the first time, it’s a whole different nostalgia. Life has changed a lot, but that time stops in there, somewhere. It reminds me of the story ‘Time stops at Shamli’.

Didn’t have anything much to write, still wanted to write something. Going to Bangalore on Sunday for an exam. Something about which I am very unsure of. 

The road of the fightback is long. As is life. But I wish it stopped at places I wanted, forever. 

- August 3rd, '12