Tag: philosophy

Blabbering on a Saturday

On February 14, 2015

It is very rare to wake up during the early hours of the morning on a Saturday. It’s Saturday, you know.
So, today when I did (Accidentally), after having slept midway while watching Supernatural, I was a little surprised at myself. Perhaps, the cycling around town after work helped in the dozing off process!
Made myself a hot cup of coffee, sat on the stairs around balcony sipping it, while getting a little dose of Vitamin-D. Sadly, the view from our balcony isn’t that great. Mostly because we live inside this highly congested residential area of Bangalore, even though I tried to indulge myself into the world around from the confines of 4th Floor.

Morning gets better when you start off with this.

Generally these stray moments with myself are supposed to result in putting me in deep thoughts. Thoughts about life and crap. But I was actually thinking Electricity bills, filling out the groceries, washing clothes and other “important” crap.
Aaah!! The pleasures of the damned working life.
Finally, I also made plans to take my bicycle to the Decathlon store for its first servicing and also to work on a few writing assignments that are due. But well, plans remain plans, especially when I make them.
Yet to even take a shower or to clean the place, which only happens once-a-week. No, not both just the cleaning part. Thankfully, the dinner last night was cooked keeping in mind the Saturday laziness and hence Brunch went well.
Switching off the never-ending tv series’ is tough but well I finally did it and ended up blabbering a little to feed the starving blog. Interesting fact, the blog lost a few posts and lots of amazing comments due to my stupidity and GoDaddys’ over efficiency. But with the Almighty’s grace, it is back in order.

I should accept that it did scared the hell outta me, when I thought I would lose ALL my content. It would have been just impossible to start off again.
I do wonder though, whether it would have resulted in a sort of blogging death or would have given a fresh new start to my writing. Kind of like being born again, right? Who doesn’t want a clean slate ?
Only in this case, the slate remains a testimony to how life and perspectives have changed over time as far as I’m concerned.
But, I’m still trying to make this as a fresh start to writing. It’s a new day and a there’s’ always something to write.

Let’s not be Cry Babies

By farooq

On February 14, 2014

In Random Philosophy

It’s not every day that one ponders upon the past choices and throws themselves back to the horizons of time. Like, if there was a time machine, but only here certain stuck upon memories doing the job for you. Free of cost, you’d think. Eh ? But no, they are a strain on a lot of painful nerves that you may have silenced, or at least tried to. Best way to not do that is either not think about it or keep yourself constantly occupied.

The first option is quite tricky, because the more you try to run away, brush it off, put on a fake smile as if to allow the outward personality to soak in the pseudo-happiness, etc actually makes you remember them more. Just in that tiny little corner of our minds, one little weepy kid is always ready to burst out crying.

The second option is the best and practically possible as well, to keep yourself occupied with the mundane or just about anything specific. Well, with keeping yourself busy, one can surely avoid a lot of things and these memories can just be kept in check. But even then, there are lots of things which just linger around, only to strike you down at your lowest point. Yet again. As if they were waiting for an opportunity. An opening, through which they could all sneak in. Strike when it’s Hot, is the moto they follow perhaps.

Coming back to the choices part. I’ve heard a lot of people rue about missed chances, bad choices, carelessness, etc. I won’t say, I’ve never been a cry baby ever. Still, the only thing I’ve realized is, there are nothing called bad choices.Nothing called missed chances. It was not the proactiveness or the lack of it, resulted into those choices going wrong. It was just meant to teach a lesson. Meant to give us, what they call wisdom. Now, the option in hand for us is not to rue as to why it happened but to learn from those mistakes which we did. Or rather instead of calling them a mistake, lessons we learnt is more appropriate.

So, let us try and not be cry babies.

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.

6 long months…

By farooq

On December 18, 2012

In Others

7.00AM!! An early start to the day (by my established standards), I woke up to find the bathroom already occupied. Looked around to find one of other guy in the room was still sleeping. Sat there on my bed itself, waiting for my turn, deep into thoughts about what all was going to come from today onwards. With this initiation of thoughts, the “early-morning-formalities” continued followed by namaz and then the day started and a new journey.

Well, that was exactly 6 months back. 18^th june.

Wish I could use, “time flies fast” here. But, I just cannot. It seems pretty long ago. 6 months in itself is long. 220 days!! 5280 hours!!! 316800 minutes!! 19008000 seconds!!! It’s effing that long.

From running a 10k marathon to playing a amazing-race kinda game to late night coffees to food hunting post-midnight. All of this could happen because of me being here and yes, I loved them all.

And today, after two trimesters!! 13 papers!! Numerous lectures and interactions, Events, fests and competitions, if I had to just ask one question to myself, as to what I have learnt. The biggest of them has been to understand myself. Myself, the complicated one. My flaws, misjudgments, strengths and weaknesses. Also, understood that this was just an initiation of my realization process, there’s still more to find out.

During this long stay over here (yes, I’ll stress on that long, for a long-long time), there were many events that made me learn (sadly, books are not part of it).The people of this college being the ones from whom the actual learning process happened. There were learning from what they said, and what they didn’t. Learning from what they thought about me and how that in turn influenced changing my perceptions towards them, learning from adjusting with them by seeing how they do the same. There was learning as to how people even change with course of time, how just for the sake of girls they change. How there are people who selflessly help you, how some are selfish too. How getting low marks, change their attitude, how some get a joke, some don’t. How things change from one culture to another, from one language to another. How bad food can be made, how money doesn’t last post the first week after you take it out from your account, how to manage without water before going to class, how breakfast just goes out of your schedule, how different festivals bring about a sense of happiness and bonhomie, and many such how’s and their answers.

Even how some insensitive people even post “blogs” regarding cultural differences out there on public platforms!! Seriously, how idiotic ? 🙂

Waise blog se yaad aaya, been blogging quite a lot. So much so, that people keep telling. “Dude!! Stop writing”,” yaar, ye kyun nahi likhta blog me”, “ab ise bhi mat likh dena”, “firse ?” and some also had nice encouraging words too.

I know, I am not one of the best in terms of writing out here, yet the one saying, I’ve always followed “the only way to improve your writing is, to write more”.

Learning, yes. Learning again.

There are many changes that I can notice in myself. Per se, there’s this new found optimism. Optimism, that everything happens for good. What has happened is for the good and what is going to take place in future will also be good (in sha ALLAH). Understanding, things I didn’t use to before and many such things in my long-list of learning from these 6 months, 6 Long months actually.

With practice, I have become quite a good dhobi too and can wash two full buckets of clothes in one go. Although, there’s too much to learn In terms of how to make them look clean too.

Academically, well don’t have anything to brag about. But yes, have learnt to put in hard work and devote time to studies.

Right now, I’m just 1/3^rd of an MBA. A whole lot of things to look forward to, new experiences, new friends and new beginnings. Forgetting things, which doesn’t matter and keeping focus on the ones which does. Ending the ends, and starting new trends.

Its happiness all around XIME, every face looks just so happy. Bidding goodbyes and New Year wishes is to be seen everywhere. Even I’ve finished packing my bags and not to mention just how happy I am. 🙂

Happy holidays. 🙂