tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89894976416617366542024-02-20T09:20:46.804-08:00LoudThoughtsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994842795580319049noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989497641661736654.post-26569575668385496282016-01-08T05:38:00.001-08:002016-01-08T05:40:36.483-08:00the journey of life...<p>there is a reason why ages mix and coexist. that is how experiences are shared. this is how we learn. this is how the dying live and living die. I believe this is how extremes are normalised. this is how the depressed see the bright side of life and the excited ones get to see the depth of life. after all, it is just a journey. everyone is just passing through with the liked ones and the disliked ones too. interesting though. brings the idea of a metro in mind. you don't always get to sit with likeable passengers. you like some. you hate most. still you make that journey. still you stay in the same bus - coz you have to pass through. you have to make that journey. and you make that journey peacefully. while being content with everyone around you. the journey of life demands the same contentment. the same peace - within and without. share, learn, grow and smile. that's the best gift you can give back to life... :)</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994842795580319049noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989497641661736654.post-47166184011902319772014-12-14T23:14:00.000-08:002014-12-14T23:14:16.075-08:00Do You Remember?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">we used to talk</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">even when we were broke</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">we used to have fun </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">at night and under the sun </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">you, me, all of us, together </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">any of that, do you remember? </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">we used to cycle throughout the town </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">used to take turns to pedal each other around</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">we used to go for walks</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">used to race up to mountain tops </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">that adventure, that adrenaline rush </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />those secrets we used to have </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">the way in front of all we used to shush </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />those sittings around the fire place </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">the stories we always told, whatever the case </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />in foggy nights, the fire flies we used to chase</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">how amazed we used to get at their gaze </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />you and me and all of us, together</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">any of that, do you remember? </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />it all comes back to me </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">every year, each December </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />and I but only wonder </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">any of that, if you too, remember</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />how we used to be </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">you, me, all of us, together</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994842795580319049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989497641661736654.post-82801743237028607762014-11-30T10:01:00.001-08:002014-11-30T10:01:19.647-08:00Our Life!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Life!
A miracle they say. Miracle indeed. Of love, of hate. Of light, of darkness. Of
relations, of strangers. Of truth, of lie. Of pain, of bliss. Of you, of me. To
sum it all up – of contradictions. Yes. Life is a miracle of contradictions.
But then where do all these contradictions stem from and how are we humans
supposed to make our way through them? Or maybe life is nothing but a vast
field of question marks. Who? Where? Why? When? How? Questions that nourish
contradictions. Questions that help us find our way through those
contradictions. This makes sense. Life, a miracle of never ending questions!
Questions that continue to pop up and continue to lead us through. It has to be
questions, for life certainly has nothing to do with answers. It’s these
questions that make us aware of a missing answer somewhere and then we set out
on the quest to discover it. Isn’t this what the best of us have always been
doing? Setting out to discover an answer to some particular question? How many
of them succeeded? None actually. The ones who got very close to discovery are
the ones we remember most. There would be uncountable others who we do not even
know about; only because they couldn’t get too far in their search. Wait. This,
then, transforms the dimension of life. It is not about contradictions or
questions; it is about the struggle to find the answers. Yes, it is. Life! A
miracle of continuous struggle! A struggle to reach. To find. To win. To
achieve. To understand! That’s true. That’s what we all are doing actually.
Struggling! You have your own set of desirables that you are struggling
towards. I have my own. So does everyone else around us and everyone far away
from us. We are all running and fighting and pushing and toiling. All
struggling. In an illusion that it will get us somewhere, to someone, to
something. Will it? Has it ever? No. It’s an illusion that is born with every
human and then in the same delusion that human leaves. There are no questions.
There are no answers. Nothing to win. Nothing to lose. There is only you. There
is only me. There is only this time. This dimension. This space. There is only
we. Now. Tomorrow, we will not be. Your struggle will be left stranded. So will
be mine. We are all individual specs travelling through life. Our paths are
nothing more than a mere segment of one dashed line in a collection of hundreds
of millions of similar dashed lines. That is what our life is. A miracle!
Indeed.</span><br /></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994842795580319049noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989497641661736654.post-76962732433545378112011-11-25T11:54:00.001-08:002011-11-26T12:29:46.404-08:00Your definition, My definition!It was the urge to discover my self which dawned the realization that my definition does not evolve from any science. Neither can I be defined by any phenomena or syndrome. <br />
My intellect is unique, my spirit is unmatched - I am nothing but a miracle, a miracle of my Creator!<br />
And, in this process of self discovery, another beautiful realization was the discovery of everyone around me. Everyone, including you!<br />
You, too, are nothing but an equally supreme creation - unique in intellect, unmatched in spirit! Nothing but a miracle!<br />
Miracle is what we all are, together, able of doing all the wondrous things. That is what our only definition is! That is what you and I are!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994842795580319049noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989497641661736654.post-9010059084957749022011-10-28T04:43:00.000-07:002011-10-28T04:43:03.805-07:00Silent & Loud Thoughts!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;">There used to be a silence inside. Once. But then something happened. Something intense. The silence consumed the whole and took over. Now there is silence outside. And inside? The inside is loud! But clear.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>And this blog? This blog is an attempt to share those clear, loud thoughts through stories - short and shorter!<br />
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You are encouraged not only to comment on the posts but also to share your silent and (or) loud stories.<br />
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Together we can learn and grow compassionately!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994842795580319049noreply@blogger.com1