Ten things I want to do before I die!

Read it somewhere. I am yet to decide my priorities regarding the ten things. I shall decide soon and write it down here. Till then it should act as a reminder :)

Made for each other

Made for each other. How often we use this remark 'made for each other'? But it is only for others that we use this phrase. I wonder if two people who are in love, or are married together or in a relationship ever feel the same way that they are made for each other. There are always differences, there are always some things which don't match. But probably these differences are what make a relationship. Atleast, I wish to believe so :)

Forrest. Forrest Gump. My name is Forrest gump.

After waiting for so long (god knows why), I finally saw Forrest Gump tonight. We watch a movie every night on our laptop. Oh, by us, I mean me and my girl friend. I hated to watch a movie on the small screen, and that too the ultra small screen of laptop. But now, it has become a sort of an addiction. I have seen some brilliant movies on this laptop, on which I am typing it out now. I wish I could see these movies on the larger screen. I so wish, but I cannot and so I am content and in fact feel happy to watch those movies at all. It’s a new world every day. I get to peep into a different life every day. I was Forrest gump tonight and tomorrow I would be a German war prisoner. I don different roles every day. Such is the power of cinema.

Ok. This is not what I wanted to talk about. I am not the best person to tell you about how to enjoy a cinema or how one is actually affected by it. I don’t know if you know of one or not, but I have one who lives with me and watches all these movies with me every night. My girl friend had seen Forrest gump some ten odd times before and again tonight when I wanted to see, she agreed to watch it. Now, the movie starts and she is more excited than me to watch it. Movie proceeds, I am interested and enjoy the movie. But I see, her crying at moments. She cries, when she hears Hanks asking his girl friend if his kid is smart. I see her crying and she asks me “this man who is autistic who runs so fast, gets into college football team, gets into army, fights a war in Vietnam, wins a national medal of honour, saves so many lives, becomes a national ping-pong player, becomes a celebrity running around the country, keeps up his word and starts a shrimp business and marries a women knowing that he would die. And still the world calls him stupid. I think the world is stupid.”

I am surprised. I am astounded. She has seen the movie ten times. It is a just an imaginary character. For all you know he might not be autistic. But still she feels such great emotion. She still feels so strongly for it. I can’t believe it. She can relate so much to that imaginary character, cry through his hard ships. I can’t believe it. I wish I could do the same. I would feel much lighter. But I cannot.

I know many of us would like to feel the same as the way she feels but we are unable to do so. Because we’re too grown up to think so. Too mature to think that, an imaginary character on screen can inspire us. Too tired to imagine. Too bored to dream. We wish we could have the same child like enthusiasm but some where we are too entangled in our adult lives that we fail to think like kids. I wish I could be a kid again, where I could fist in the air while watching a cinema, feel the same passion and energy. I wish I could. We all wish we could.

Death!

 

Death

My head was spinning and there was darkness around everywhere and there in a moment of frenzy when I was trying to figure out about what was happening and my mind was still in a state of confusion and it went blank. It declared that I was dead. I too believed that I was dead. I had never experience d anything of this sort. I thought, may be, I am not dead yet but going through the process of death. Being brought up in a rational society death cannot come all of a sudden with out any reason and rationale. There has to be a process to everything. So, I thought that I would make a note of all the steps. What was I doing. I was sleeping. I was down with malaria and was at home resting. There was no one else at home. But then I thought malaria is too trivial a disease to die of. There has to be a greater cause. Oh! I forgot I was also down with Jaundice . Oh! I also had a phayngittis infection. Oh! I had something more. I had a bulk deal so cant remember what else I had. But all these were too simple and trivial things to die of. No, it cant be so. I cannot die of these things. Ok. There has to be greater mystery to my death. Someone poisoned me, some greater ailment, some thing which sounds as complicated as sarcoma of lymphnode. I am bored trying to figure out the causes.

                Now what next. I am dead and I already have an obituary written, but whom do I ask to get that obituary published. There is only one friend who knows that I have written an obituary, but how will she know where have I kept it. No, I cant let the obituary which I wrote for myself go down the drain. If only i were alive for a few more moments I would have atleast mailed it to everyone. So they could have got it published. But what if they had  other things in plan. What if they did not like the one which i wrote and decide to change it. Death, you are so painful. Well people lose control over their live while they are alive, so now that I am dead I should not be complaining.  Procrastination, even after death, some people like me never change even if they die.

 Now that I am dead, it is time to find out what have I done so far in life. What has gone into it. What have I gained and what is it that has pained me.  Jindagi main ek baar pyaar, ek baar mohabbat aur ek baar hi ishq hota hai.  Right me to have fallen in love thrice. No, I am lying trying to act the cool dude. But the truth is it has happened only once. Oh! Could this be the cause of my death. No, people don’t die because of love. But i did suffer. But that does not mean that you die of suffering. I cried. Crying is good for eyes. Tears always help you. No, they did not help me. Oh I went into a phase of silence for a while. Silence at times is good. But no, I was numb. It is just that you felt so. I started seeing hallucinations. Cut it, You are stretching it. No i mean it. I was betrayed. I was bruised. I was left alone. I was left with my life in chaos. I lost my way. I ended up feeling like a loser. Come on stop it. You know it well, there were times when she was the support for you life, the direction for you, the one who healed your wounds. But this time she too was bruised, hurt and had no control over her life. And if someone supports you doesn’t mean that she does so all her life. But how about those moments when she told me that I was the breath of her life and it was I who could get a smile on  her face in the worst moments of adverasity. But wasn’t she stable after a certain point of time. There were times when I cried because I had nowhere to go , because I had lost my love and because I had and she was fine and she did not even bother to find out how I was. Come on, there is a point where you have to forget the past and move on. But how can I when you say that I keep happy moments of the past with me. Along with those moments the moments of agony come along. I know she did the most which she could do for me. I know that I had almost ruined her life and I know she risked almost everything for me. But. But This but would always there be in my life. But why?  If. Why  is that all our life we keep pondering over ifs and buts. Why. Do you know why?

I don’t have an answer to your question but i know only thing, all things good or bad will remind you of past and with past will come those moments of happiness and pain. But that is how life is. Enjoy those moments of happiness but try  and remember that no matter how beautiful the past is beyond a point it hurts. So, learn to live in the present.

So you see, even after death I cant help but think of it. Death is painful but love pains the most.  Oh I did not realise I have been speaking to death all this while. What an irony, Death teaching me to live in the present when it has ended my present and brought all things together in the past.

SoRRy!!!

there hasnt been any post since i mentioned that i would start posting, and since i have mentioned that i would post and havent posted anything since then, its time i apologize
for not posting anything. Well as of now i am at MICA, Ahmedabad. I think i should start to post more now. But since i havent done so you can expect me to do so in the near future. I shall do so at the earliest possible oppurtunity(the moment i will get over my laziness) and post about how life is going on for me at MICA

what will i write???

so den comes the big question what will i write? i am not an iitian nor from an iim, so what do i blog about? i keep on thinking. some suggest that u voice your opinions through ur blog( but why should any one be interested in my opinion, i am no amitabh or sharukh). den some suggest that it should reflect my image( now this hits me real hard). i think i should hire professionals so that my blog appears as smart and as handsome as me. but then it dawns upon me that it should reflect my soul, my mind and my heart.
so i will be bloggin about all those things which every person goes through and draws various lessons. i spent considerable no. of years in vizianagaram, kolkata and now heading to ahmedabad. so i will be writing about all those things. been there done that. i have had my share of gain and pain. i will be writing bout the experiences which i an average person can go through.all the adventures or rather the mis-adventures which i went through and now having read this my frens wud b all excited( they always complain i hide things) but out of due respect to privacy i cant share the best part of it(now please dont try 2 read between lines and relax your minds).
so this is how it will go about

finally finally i have started.....

so finally after months of contemplation and thinking and procastinating and delaying and god knows wat, i have started the blog.
but since i have mentioned that i was thinking about how to start my blog i will explain the whole process which i went through.
as i am a rational person i asked myself three questions. what, when, why and how. then i realised that i am not so rational( u c i say three and write four). so being not so rational i went bout thinking dat i have to blog so i will blog now. and hence started to day dream every night that i will blog, making note of every stupid thing, incident that i will write in my blog.
now i start thinking of some high funda name, which i cant think of, so i try all those names which i heard at some point of time in my life and try out, but none available(to hell with all you who have occupied all those names) and then i try out my mail id and its der and havin been bored tryin all those names i accept it. so this is how it starts n further as to what i will write, i will explain that too.