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Trailing down…..

On November 17, 2013

Inconsistently cursing the cravings which led me to where I currently stand in the palindrome of a complex phenomenon called life, I simply wonder as to why certain things take precedence over the others. The jumbled up priority list which springs up surprises, and not necessarily in a manner which I can refer to as decently good, if not great.

One time, I feel as if riding an air-filled tube down one of those amusement park rides where I have no control over what is happening. I am just forced down the ride with my own expectations of joy and amusement, but all along a small prayer rushes down to return me down to the ground with every body part intact. Yes, there is fear.

But unlike the amusing water-coaster ride, where I can shout my lungs out and expect myself to be down there exclaiming the captured adventure with a rush of blood, life continues to be a long ride with no surety of the end result or promise of any retrospective “oh-that-was-fun” in sight. It just goes on and on.

I do push hard to make the trail down as smooth as I can, following the protocol of societal pressures have never been my cup of tea. Not a tea person too. But have pushed hard enough to put in changes. Now, whether those changes have worked or not remains to be seen.

They say there is something called confidence, which has been washed down along the course of this trail down under, and with hardly any uplifting of sorts in getting it back together, just continues to wash itself out with the water along with it. Not just because of my neglect to hold it, but with the constant rough patch that continues to over-shadow each and everything. You hold onto one thing, you lose another. How big a hand I need to hold onto it all?

There’s nothing called stability which resides here in my heart. Words like Serene, calm, relaxing are mere goals which I run after, without being able to catch hold of even one. They are like the flags on top of a summit which invite me, but just when I show up, kick me hard in my nuts and enjoy watching me fall down from it.

Back when I was at my optimistic best, as to how everything will finally fall back into place and there will be peace, appears to be a fairy tale now with only the nightmarish thoughts of where I’m gonna end up? Or where will this shit take me to?

As I referred to my constant tries of pushing to make things happen, some lethargic attitude holds it back anyway. The most prominent questions that props up is, “how I’m gonna put all this shit of life together? “

Answers are what I seek and more questions boomerang my way to doze me off again, and when I woke up to the same shit again. The one thing, I again make it a point to exclaim, “I need to get my shit together”.

Bragging random things about me!!

By farooq

On September 4, 2013

In Random Philosophy

A Friday raid on the theatres to catch the new release, adjusting the schedule in-and-around to fill in the much needed 2-3 hours of movie experience and a bit of travelling around. Coming back with thoughts and analysis, to review it all up. Believe me, writing for yourself and doing that for others are two different things. Spinning my thoughts while returning on the characteristics and situations, blacks and whites, goods and the bads, of what I happen to see or in my case subjected to.

Then there is the much needed weekend break, some home cooked food and the homely affair at my sister’s. Chitter chattering my way through it and then returning back in one of those City buses to the hostel.

The weekly grind begins spreading itself through classes from morning till late evening, all scattered across to increase the lethargic attitude that has become part of hostel life. Add to it all sorts of meetings, assignments, presentations and the week passes. Not to forget the crankiness of various group conflicts, baffling rules and regulations and my laziness that I continuously have to beat in order to strive forth. It all ends with the continued wait for the weekend.

Of course the weeks’ process is filled with simple joys of an evening stroll, late night addas, constant vellagiri on topics that are irrelevantly important, fights and bitching with never ending complaining, and the likes.

And then again the routine of Movie-watching, travelling and much-awaited weekend comes back to rescue this poor soul. But then, look how I am complaining? Someone, who has actually looked forward to being a Movie Critic.

In the midst of all of it, the constant push to write something of value always fails. Reviews, writing for any Indiblogger/Blogadda contests aside, there isn’t any writing as such. The only benefit that these contests provide is to put myself in front of the laptop and belt out a few words here and there. Apart from it, there isn’t actually any notable bullshit coming out of the blog.

Wow!! So much for bragging about being a blogger, huh ??

But then, there is the constant struggle to always look for a trade off. The half written MS-Word drafts are testimony to the fact that the trying part of writing is always up there in the list of to-do things.

Trade off’s you ask, right now the clock is almost trying to rush itself towards the morning while I am yet to call it a night. Yet, on a day when nothing productive actually happened on the surface of earth for a soul like me, I sit to complete this page to call it a post for myself.

A little bragging, uselessly tiring the readers to go through it and little comfort to have ended the day with something of value.

Until next time, when the mind lets me and when the spirit of writing blesses me to write about myself. Adios!!

I Saw, I Learnt

By farooq

On July 21, 2013

In Random Philosophy

The experience that travel brings along is something that nothing else can provide you with. Trains used to be my lifeline, while my stay in Odisha. Half of the day was spent either in them or waiting for one at the railway station. People, Language and adjustments are what you are most exposed to. You crib, you complain, you enjoy and You learn. Learn a lot.

Learning is that one aspect that we only realize on hindsight. Like they say, “You realize the true value of something, when you don’t have it”.

There are of course innumerable things and instances that may be put to light in my quest to divulge about the things that I’ve learnt upon, but I’ll limit myself to the most basic and frequently occurring events.

Travelling on unreserved seats demands a war-like situation where you need to prepare a strategy to outdo the others in your quest for a claim to the seat. Using a rumaal/newspaper has been the traditional way, Indians have been doing it for ages. But this quest has many shades, which the spectrum of things travel brings as a package.

I’ve faced this situation, many a times in trains or even in buses, if there is one thing that we just cannot leave (apart from our belongings, be it our children, wives or our luggage) is the seat in an unreserved compartment. Even to the extent of not budging an inch even for a disabled or even a women!! Yes, its true.

Numerous instances have added “faith” to this belief of mine, which baffled me then, and continues to do. Every time.

One day while travelling in a bus, enjoying the brush of cool Bangalorean wind through the window, in a packed bus. I end up looking inside the bus, only to find that a blind man standing, trying to hold onto a seat. I just couldn’t stop myself. I quickly got up from my seat, only to make my co-passenger sitting on the other seat feel a little uncomfortable. Watching me leave, others rushed in, to occupy the seat I was leaving open.

Pacifying the war-for-seat, I made the blind man sit, while people just looked on. I’m not sure that whether they felt bad for the blind man, or for not getting the seat.

Numerous times, the same incident has happened, when I made way for a woman standing in the midst of the crowded buses or trains.

I just hope, that at least one of them, just one, would have taken a cue from it, and in future would allow others the privilege of these “seats”. Even though many seats or even a full coach of a train is earmarked for women/senior citizens/ disables, yet we can see people who clearly do not belong to any of the aforementioned categories for which the seats have been reserved, take advantage of.

Giving away your seat to elderly/disabled/women is not a big deal, try doing once. Achaa lagta hai.

Sometimes, even helping others get a place to sit also helps. Maybe some won’t listen to you, but at least trying out for something good isn’t that bad. Right ?

[Image courtesy: http://www.m1key.me/photography/highlights_from_india/]

This is a very simple act that each of us can follow, it won’t take much. I am of the firm belief that if you do good to others, good will happen to you as well. So, just don’t think twice before leaving your seat for others.

You are the best person to teach children the value of doing right. But you too have to learn from the world around you.

This blog post was part of the I Saw, I learnt initiative of TATA CAPITAL.

I am sharing what I Saw and I Learnt at BlogAdda.com in association with DoRight .

Aaj ki Story : Sameer ki atlas cycle

By farooq

On June 28, 2013

In Random Philosophy

#AajKiStory hai Sameer ki. Nahi, Wo Golmal wale laal chaddi pehenne wale Sameer ki nahi. Kisi chote se mohalle ke ek Sameer ki.

Sameer khel raha tha jo ghar ke saamne se jaati hui gali me. Goliyan khel raha tha. Marbles bhi kehte hain jise kuch. Aaj fir apni saari goliyan haar baitha tha bechaara. Susta ke khada hua tha ek kone me. Apni neeli kameez aur kaali nicker me. Apne chehre ko latkaye roz ki tarah.

Tabhi achanak se pados waale Raheem ke Abba ek chote kad ki atlas ko apni Gaadi me rakhkar pass se guzre. Raheem Goliyan chodke daud Chala., Chillate hue “meri cycle meri cycle” Maano isse badi haseen cheez dekhi hi na ho kabhi.

Thodi der baad, raheem haazir tha apni laal atlas leke.. Saath me uske Abba use chalane ka tareeqa batate hue. Baaki mohalle ke bache bhi saath me uski hosla-afzaayi karte hue. Aur kuch, “mujhe bhi sikha dijie, chacha” ka shor karte hue.

Kuch door se Sameer ki ammi ne use awaaaz lagayi to Wo daud Chala ghar ki taraf. Wahin Raheem cycle chalana seekh raha tha, mohale ke shor ke beech.

Usne pehli baar cycle ka aisa craze dekha tha.Sochta raha ki kash Abbu uske liye bhi kle aate,par use pata tha Aisa nahi hoga

Kuch mahine isi uljhan me beet gaye, ki Abbu ko bolun ya nahi ?? Ghar ki haalat us bache se chupi bhi to nahi thi. Zehen bhale hi chota tha.. Par tarbiyat ammi Abbu ne di hi kuch aisi thi.. Par tha bhi to bacha hi na ?? Aakhirkar…

Aakhirkar bol hi diya, “Abbu mujhe bhi raheem jaisi cycle chahiye.” Abbu ne suna to zaroor. Par doosri baat me ulajh gaye. Sameer apni ammi ki taraf Dekhne laga.. Aur fir Waise hi mayoos hote hue goli khelne chal diya

Hota yun hai, ki aksar log apna gam aur gussa, khaane pe hi nikaalte hain. Sameer kahan alag tha ? fir thehra bachaa hi na..

Ye kissa ek aad Hafte chalta raha..

Aisi hi ek shaam ko goliyan khelte hue.. Sameer ne dekha ki uske Abbu rickshe me baithe hue aarahe hain..

Abbu ke chehre par ek Badi se muskaan thi.. Waise hi jab Wo Sameer ke avval hone ke baad laate the chehre par, uske report-card ko dekhke.

Jab Abbu pass aagaye tab, Wahi muskaan firse Sameer ke chehre par thi.. Atlas ki laal rang ki Dikh jo gayI thi use 🙂

To ye thi #AajKiStory. Ummeed hai Aapne padhi. Raay zaroor den 🙂

Aaj ki Story: Cricket

By farooq

On June 27, 2013

In Random Philosophy

Kal dekh raha tha twitter par kaayion ko Tennis ke khel me Federer ki haar ka gam manaate hue, kuch aalochak khusi bhi mana rahe the. Wahi, Nadal-federer waali ladaai. Hua yun ki dono hi haar gaye. 🙂

Khair, mujhe isme ruchi nahi thi. Par “tennis” se hamesha sanyog se mujhe ek hi cheez yaad aajati hai. Nahi aap kuch galat andesha na lagayen, waise vichaar nahi vyakt karne wala main yahaan…

Tennis balls se to ham bas cricket me hi khelte the kisi zamaane me. Jee, Tennis ball Cricket keh lijie aap.

Gendbaazi kiya karte the. Technical terminology me , medium rafter keh sakte hain. Zaheer bhai ka milta julta action tha, ye ham socha karte the. Afsos, tha nahi.
Dheemi gend kaafi mashoor thi. Waise dheemi shayad hare k gend hi hua karti thi. Bohoton ko chakma dejaati thi parantu….aur out hone par, “ye kya hogaya? “ waale expression bhi dila jaaati thi.

Par raftaar kam hone ke kaaran aksar ek aad beech ke spell hi milte the. Ya kabhi ek aad over. Wo bhi doston ki meherbaani rahi to. Wicket na bhi loon to economical hi rehta tha.. Ab gend me tezi hi nai rehti thi, to maarna thoda mushkil tha. Line-length sahi tha.
Tailender banke ballebaazi bhi ki kaafi. Square cut kiya karta th, achaa maarta tha. Ye main nahi log kehte the.
Par hota yun tha ki maidan me peeche run banane ke avsar nahi Milte the. Chote ground hone ke kaaran, seema seemit rehti thi.
Fielding kaafi kharab thi., kaafi kharab. Ground fielding khaaskar ke. Kaafi run galaaye hain..
Ek aad baar crucial maukon pe run deke match bhi harwa diya tha team ko. Kaafi gaaliyan mili thi…

Par catch lapak leta tha, kabhi kabar. Ek baar kaafi saleekhe waala catch liya.. Jaisa Pollard ne Dhoni ka lia tha. Uchalte hue boundary par.
Kaafi Waah waahi batori us din. Sabne socha 6 aur Maine bana daala out!! Mahaul jam gaya tha..
Yaad Aate hain kaafi wo bachpan ke Cricket se jude din… Gali me.. Chat par.. Aangan me… Maidanon me… Bas cricket…
Kabhi plastic.. To kabhi cosco.. Kabhi rubber kabhi khanna (yahan ka hard cosco) to kabhi synthetic.. Sabhi gendon se khela hai.. Cricket. Khela hai. Achaa ya bura, abs ach me nai padta farq.
Fir jab jamshedpur choota… Dheere dheere Wo chootta Chala gaya. Bach gayi to mast waali yaaden…

Yun mauke to kayi mile.. Firse khelne ke… Par Wo Bachpan waala junoon nahi bacha.
Busy hogaye doosri cheezon me.

Kabhi in mohalle ke bachon ko khelte ladte Dekhta hoon., bas dekhke khush hojaata hoon.

To ye thi #AajKiStory, jald hi doosri bhi

gali cricket

sunaunga… Achaa Naa lage to bataiega.. Shukriya !! 🙂

Be Bold Stay Real

By farooq

On June 17, 2013

In Random Philosophy

It’s a strange democratic setup that we live in. for the record books, we are the largest democracy of the world. Our constitution promises us several rights. One of the most prominent one is the Freedom of Speech. This freedom implies, that an Indian citizen has the right to air his/her views without any compromise. We have prominent dailies, some 70000+ number of newspapers in almost all regional and national languages, 24×7 news channels airing different views and numerous live examples that will make you believe of our Right to freedom of speech .

Not that it isn’t true; we do have a fairly better understanding and implementation of this system in place, of course. And we do have a variety of views on the political or cultural sphere, where everyone is allowed and they enjoy the freedom of free speech. At least comparatively, we do have a better system than others.

But, (yes, there’s always a But when it comes to the magnitude of a country like India), the natural instinct of the people over here is almost otherwise. Maybe it is ingrained in us through generations of hard work and “ teaching”, where in a family we are asked not to Answer our elders back with argument as it amounts to disrespect, we are told not to disrespect or disagree with our teachers as they know more than us, we are even told never to say NO when a boss asks to do something as that might hamper your chances of a promotion and likewise many instances where our superiors, colleagues, elders, stop us to do things the unconventional way.

The Road taken is always preferred rather than exploring the Road that was not taken.

To this point, where one needs to keep their worldly possessions, relations, would-be prospects, etc is to some extent justified. Justified to suit their excuses, which they give.

The problem starts when one translates these habits, acquired to justify their requirements, into the domain of national, cultural, religious issues. For some, it is completely fine to stay aloof of all the happenings and even with knowledge of it all, staying mum on those issues. This staying mum policy is specifically increasing on conflicting issues. Issues, where hardly there are prevalent voices supporting that cause or there is fear of being stereotyped or branded a rebel. Some do take a stand, but that depends on when he finds the support of likeminded people who are pitching out with their opinions.

On occasions, where even after knowing that there are things which are wrong, things about which one should speak about, things that should not be kept inside the closet of one’s heart but should traverse to your mouth and things that the world needs to listen about rather than an audience of your living room.

Numerous times, I’ve faced situations similar to these and am sure that I’ll continue to face them. For instance, raising my voice on the language–conflict in our college and how that is hampering the communication process raised lots of questions, but the ones’ suffering from the same never did that before me. Some, of course came out in support and some supported without making themselves public.

To my numerous blogs on Narendra Modi, where I never shy away from professing my hate towards him, to my outrage when people don’t stop hating CSK for its’ success, I’ve been vocal about it all.

Why should one toe the majoritarian view always? Some of the folks just take it for granted that only their view holds the supreme truth and anything other than that is plain bullshit.

I’d bullshit that actually.

When, it comes to being bold about your views, one should not look for avenues for support, instead of airing whatever that is in your mind to be heard by the people concerned, why should you just keep your thoughts simmering in the nest of your thoughts?

One other example which put lights into what I said above is, the mention of the Online Like Debate community. These communities of people have their views intact, but won’t comment on your views with that. Rather, would support the only one’s opposing it by liking their replies, but won’t say for the fear of spoiling relations, outlook, etc.

For me, people coming out in the open, airing their views, no matter how conflicting it is to what I hold, holds high regard. Reason being they don’t fear what they have in their mind and are okay with telling it, as well.

It’s time to be Bold and Stay Real, rather than sit back and Wait for the “right” time to say something.

This post was Written for Be Bold Stay Real contest at BlogAdda

An untitled post..

By farooq

On May 31, 2013

In Random Philosophy

Battling my eyelids by rubbing their sleep off, and trying to focus on this screen to type something down on this keyboard. No, it’s not any report that I need to submit anytime soon nor an exam preparation.

It is just simple blabber coming out of my mind right now that is being written out here. If this whole blabbering ends up going well over say, 400 words, I’ll just transfer it to the wordpress blog and post it for everyone.

Now, since I said above that this might actually become a blogpost, I’ll have to find a suitable topic or to structure it to give some sort of meaning, for it to actually make any sense. Right ??

Of course, I am right!! (experienced hoon bhai)

There should be some structure, some agenda, some flow of ideas, something this something that. Right ??

Well, if you are looking for an answer from me, then dude, sorry to disappoint, I have no idea!!!

I don’t want to make any sense out of this, or hell I don’t want to make any sort of sense tonight. I just feel like blabbering something. The only vague thought that is floating around my head, is to be as non-sensible as I can.

Hey, I just checked this post just crossed the half-way mark of the initial deadline of 400 words for it to become a blog!! Yay!!

Duh!

Damn this obsession with milestones, dates, memoirs, etc!! why do I have to follow the rules, codes, traditions, etc to actually make sense or to make things work??

Why everyone has to follow a strict code of “ethics”, rules, arrangements, falaana dhimkana ??

For those who don’t know me personally, and happen to believe that this is some sort of a drunk post, again sorry to disappoint. Neither do I drink, nor is this post because of that.

I’m tired.

No, not of writing all this down even when I’m a little sleepy, but of many things in my life. My own life seems so strange to me, as if I have started living it inside someone else. And I’m not blaming the problems in general; everyone has some of their own. It has to do with something else.

This strangeness has just built on itself. Each year, each month, each week, each day, and every possible breakup of time has put in their best to make it like this. I’ve started finding faults. Not in others, but in myself.

Finding myself out there to be blamed for my own strangeness!! Yes.

But then who bothers??

Around 25% of the people who are going to see this link, of a random blabber are going to click on it. Half of them would just not bother to completely read the whole thing. Among the ones, who do that will just mouth a few words towards me (of course not of praise) for wasting their time, and among those few half left, some would not let their laziness lose to pitch in a few comments, and if et all there are any left, I might have to explain as to what this was all about.

So, the only thing I am looking forward to is those few souls, dropping in.

But now, having exceeded the initial deadline of 400 words, I have doubts as to how many would flock down to share that strangeness with me. Long posts repel or doesn’t excite audiences, is a fact one should learn really fast. Or even a blog with no pictures to grab people’s attention??

Yes, I’m doing it all. No pictures. No Title. And a long Cribbing post.

Then again, a question comes, why should I bother if the audience doesn’t want to read that much, or like why many are interested in a t20 rather than a test match??
PS: I started writing this post some 40 minute back, wrote whatever random stuff that crossed my mind. It’s just my whining, cribbing, etc coming out in a flow. Sorry, if it didn’t make any sense to you, you’ll surely have company.

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Of Rain, Raincoats and Paper Boats…

By farooq

On May 30, 2013

In Random Philosophy

Rain drops are falling. Seems a switch up there, someone forget to turn off. It’s been two days!!! Dude, its summer??!!

Not that I’m complaining.

Thing is, this lad is in the middle of his internship, or Summer Internship. Aren’t you being a big hurdle in the process of his “learning”?? Yes you dear, the one who switched it on.

Now apart from the cribbing, there’s a lot to be admired about this situation. The weather has indeed brought out the romance in me, where I see myself enjoying its beauty like never before.

Enjoying those falling droplets on the dehleez, to the nice patterns they make near the window, to the washed and turned into green leaves looking like they got a makeover, to intentionally getting wet in the rain just to feel the awesomeness coming down from up there all over me, I’m doing it all.

Not just that, it has taken me back in time. Time where, as kids rain used to mean an excuse to miss school. A day off used to mean making paper boats and becoming sailors in the rain-made rivers flowing down the gali. I still remember how boat-races between siblings and friends were so much fun. Even the neighborhood mango-tree was kind enough to drop in a few raw mangoes, which along with salt was a little treat of sorts

Even on days, when school going couldn’t be excused, rain-coats and those amazing stories we had with them can never be forgotten. With bags tucked inside, as if we have a hump, playing on our way to school with the numerous streams of water, was the name of the game. Sometimes, when there was just a slight drizzle an umbrella would replace the raincoat, but definitely not the fun with rain. Opening a wet umbrella on a friend, or to even open it with the press of a button was like firing on with a gun.

Coming back to my little cribbing (Yes, I’m so used to it). Even back then, too much of rain always played spoilsport, especially for cricket-only-playing kids like us. And even when they stopped, the ground was hardly playable. But yes, Football was what we explored sometime, on muddy grounds with rain falling in, those were fun days.

Nostalgia, nostalgia and nostalgia!! Back home, everything takes you back to those wonderful times.

And how different is it now??

Like all non-atheist souls out on earth, praying to the almighty for rains in the midst of summer is a very common occurrence. And this time, when I’ve turned into a Salesman it was an even more of an urgent requirement. Thankfully, it did arrive. Bringing with it relief as well as an added advantage of an excuse for a No-work-scenario. (Now, this excitement of bunking, still brings in joy)

I take a coffee and sit down near the window, looking forward to enjoying the beauty that this weather bestows upon poor souls like us. It is not the one with exquisite and delicate designs that you enjoy the most, but these simple pleasures of a hot cup of coffee and watching beauty unfold before your eyes.

But what you don’t see is, paper boats flowing downstream in the water in our gali. Maybe those video games out there are to be blamed.

A Letter to my love..

By farooq

On May 26, 2013

In Random Philosophy

Aaj arson baad hai tumhen apne hoton se hai lagaya..

Rooh me hai ek aag jaisi daud uthi ho jaise…..

Mausam bhi jo ye ho chala suhaana..

To le Liya tumhe apne haathon me….

Yun, to dil chahta hai ki tum aise hi raho..

Par pata hai, kuch lamhen hi rakh paunga tumhe..

Kaash ye waqt yun hi teher jaye..

Aur aise hi baarish ki rimjhim me tum..

Bas.. Yun hi…

Dear Love,

You were there with me in thick and thin. All my tensions could be relieved only when you were with me. You were there whenever I wanted you to be there, sometimes even late at night ( of course with the time limitations in check. Bangalore has been cruel that way for us.) You made sure that all my worries were kicked off, just with our little meetings here and there.

Mornings were not complete without our little talk, and those 10 minute breaks in between the classes also had their own precious little moments. Moments, those lovely ones, where I’d walk downstairs just to meet you, but you never ever did the same. But, yes how could you??

And how can I forget the time we had during the international tour. If we couldn’t meet outside for some strange reasons, due to the tight schedule, or taking other things into consideration, the hotel room was always there for help to meet every night after night. And with my roomie not there till late night, we indeed had a great time.

Gosh!! I miss that!!

Miss being so addicted to you, your smell, everything about you.

And had been missing you for all those lovely memories I’ve had with you.

Missing you

But I need to Confess!!

And this is going to be one big confession; I have started seeing someone else over here.

Please don’t be mad at me for this, and please listen.

I’ve had my reasons for that, had my needs, and just couldn’t help it. Last time that we met, almost a month back and after that, life had changed a lot. This has been as a result of this Internship. Being a Salesman is tough and in this cruel heat, it’s even tougher. This cruelty is also one of the few reasons why I just had to stop all what we had. It was as if, I just couldn’t have you with me.

I must admit, that this new one is not at all hot. Nothing and no one can come close to you. She is just the opposite of what you were.

But today, it all Changed again. The weather changed for the better. It was raining. Winds were blowing. I was just back home, drenched in the rainwater. I was just cleaning myself up, and then ammi said, “Coffee banaun beta?” (Shall I make a cup of Coffee for you, son ?)

And here you were, my HOT as ever COFFEE!!! My love!!

One sip and I just forgot every other thing. A smile flashed across my face and when you came in that big coffee mug, as hot as ever, we both again had this little moment after a long time. Having you with me, with rain drops falling in outside. That romantic moment, was just pure bliss.

But yes, although this other one isn’t hot as you, yet with this weather where we live under the cruel sun, does quench my thirst every now and then. Cold drinks are just the only alternative that makes me go through the market selling stuff.

I just hope that there comes a time every now and then, when this weather allows us both to be together more frequently. Maybe, once I return.

Yours Lovingly.

Smile- coz, it costs nothing!!

By farooq

On March 24, 2013

In Random Philosophy

Standing at the door, with winds gushing through my hairs and striking my face on its way out, while I stand there holding the yellow handle-bars tightly on each side of the train. Linkin Park shouting out loud from the earphones. And yes, not resisting shouting myself out, without caring what other co-passengers might think. One other thing that I was doing is, smiling and waving at people next to the track.

It sounds silly, right ?

But the best part was, people would reciprocate back with the same smile.

Although, I must add that my smile was not without a reason. The reason was the train, which was taking me home for a vacation. But I came to know about one important thing that day. More than knowing, it was reiterating the fact that Smile is the best thing that a person can do for himself and others, without putting much of an effort.

Smile is when, after an Indian win in Cricket, your face naturally comes out with one. Smile is when you remember some crazy incident from your school life. Smile is when you get a message that bank account has been credited with your salary.

But does, smile have to come for a reason?? No, it shouldn’t be dependent on factors like that. Let it flow without a reason, because it costs nothing my friend.

The benefits of a smile are immense. It not only ensures that you get a return at the same time, but also makes sure to create an aura of friendliness around you.

It is required almost everywhere. To start off, our innocence as a child which was displayed by it and how elders used to be crazy for our smiles, when our toddler little versions used to give them smile. Remember that Dhara advertisement? or ads with cute little kids in it selling diapers to baby oil??

Growing up, don’t you remember how your first crush had the best smile in the world?? It’s another thing how that smile used to fade away from your face, when you saw them talking to others!! 😛

Looking at the health benefits of smiling, Smiling Releases Endorphins, Natural Pain Killers and Serotonin which together makes us feel good. Not only that, our immune system is boosted by the same and it acts as a great stress buster too.

Well, counting and telling you about its benefit are not my task, or I rather not make it one. Thing is, there are of course times, when we are so down that just to move some muscles in our face (i.e. smile) seems to be a herculean task, which our mood doesn’t permit us to do. But if we really think hard, and analyze, do we really want to stay in that mood for long??

So, what stops us from smiling??

Nothing!

So, if it doesn’t then try spreading one, because believe me this is something that is contagious. You smile at others, they smile back. It’s a nexus, much more like yawning (try saying Y-A-W-N-I-I-N-G) and no one will advise you to do away with this habit.

Now, as a start, smile after reading this post, and let me know about it. After all, even I deserve some smiles, don’t I?? 🙂