If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are. Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable.- – Robert Pattinson
We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy.But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it always happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of those qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable.
You will remember having conversations with this person that never actually happened. You will recall sexual trysts with this person that never technically occurred. This is because the individual who embodies your personal definition of love does not really exist. The person is real, and the feelings are real—but you create the context. And the context is everything.
The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.
— Chuck Klosterman
I was just browsing through the millions of od-knows-what-all articles, emails, feeds and posts that I get everyday…when I read this piece and my heart stopped. There are some pieces of writing that just touch a certain string in your heart and you can’t help but share it with everyone who’s willing to lend a year (or view, in this case).
There are things that you’ve known all along…but someone comes and puts it in words before you and you stare at i, awestruck.
Some more, on love. Spare some moments and get filled with warmth
Then I realize what it is. It’s him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.
— Tris Prior – Divergent
I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.
— Michael Faudet
The more you love someone, the harder it is to tell them. It surprised him that strangers didn’t stop each other on the street to say I love you.
— Jonathan Safran
Lucky Zelda Fitzgerald…a love for words and Zelda, that summed up Fitzgerald’s whole life. It became the very misery of Hemingway’s life that his friend wasted his life upon love…love for Zelda.
Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, seperate, in the evening.― Rainer Maria Rilke
Oh I can’t explain. When I like people immensely I never tell their names to any one. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it.― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Whenever I look at you even briefly—
I can no longer say a single thing.
In spite of everything I loved you, and will go on loving you―on my knees, with my shoulders drawn back, showing my heels to the headsman and straining my goose neck―even then. And afterwards―perhaps most of all afterwards―I shall love you, and one day we shall have a real, all-embracing explanation, and then perhaps we shall somehow fit together, you and I.
— Vladimir Nabokov
You happened to me.
You were as deep down as I’ve ever been.
You were inside me like my pulse.
— Marilyn Hacker
Alright so these were some lovelies I really wanted to share.
Heartwarming writing. I love how these writer play with simple words to create the most amazing feelings.
If you could think of one person when you read these lines…without a doubt or a pint of awkwardness…then know that they fill that position in your life.
And that is a truth, knows you and I.
I sleep on a torn pillow. Every night and every evening when I can spare myself a few hours of rest.
Because I had this same pillow when I used to stay at home during my school years.
Some keepsakes are just for your nostalgic nedds and nothing else.
(Pic Courtesy : Likhith Raju )
In a Student’s life, the most exciting journey would be one where he or she can experience some mind-blowing fun coupled with the silver lining of knowledge that would help him/her add another layer to their foundation of education.
Spring had almost come to an end and the warm breeze had taken the place of the fresh and cool currents, as I stepped out of the auto-rickshaw, at the College gates.
Halloween reminds us to Dream, Imagine and Live free…
Get back to where we started from
And eat Candy….loadsa it!
And for those of us who dont celebrate it…just watch Halloween-y Movie….or watching House alongwithArchitectural Design !
Haffun’ y’all !
Happy Halloween Folks!
Now you’d expect a post on say funky costumes or Halloween party ideas…well…Miley Cyrus’ Bunny has made headlines so Don’t Do It unless you wanna be a parody…and Halloween parties are easy stuff…just like usual parties except that the chimichangas are filled with human flesh instead of its usual stuff. Kidding. Sorry, Mexicano lovelies.
But seriously…whats’s Halloween without SOME (or bag fulls of) CANDY?
Chocolate…one substance that requires no other quality to fall in love with it but itself. Speaking on behalf of all the chocoholics…or shall I say Candy-Bar-oholics…I’m going to just fill your heads with some yummy chocolate.
Its fun when you’re kids and you get them for free just by knocking at your neighbor’s door. Here in India, Halloween is still a theme or a wallpaper. And a crazy plot theme for RL Stine ,Tim Burton and the rest of them spooky creators just waiting to blow life into Jack O’ Lantern and Frankenstein.
Candy bars are an all-situation solution. They work as gifts, surprises, frenzies, self love, self pit, anger, forgiveness, love, hate (Lindt has Chilli Flavor, yo), luxury, boredom, etc etc They’re almost like support when you can’t decide what you want. They work best when you need some mood upliftment. Now these are facts we are all well aware of. But you know what tickles my nose?
Oh yes. Candy bars that were introduced a month ago are now priced double…! And that’s outrageous stuff for people who are yet to start earning and are busy spending time working in College.
Taking one of my latest sweethearts … Cadbury Perk Glucose. It came into the market as a Rs 2 chocolate…then double back for Rs 5…then they merged the two bars and sold it for a long time at the same price. And suddenly they release it again..halved in the same package…’Now 2 in 1′…um hello? Wasn’t it like this before?
What did they do a month ago? They made it 10 bucks! Earlier each Rs 5 pack weighed 17 grams…now this new one is just 30g…so we pay double yet get 4 g less. that’s cheating Cadbury. And don’t you think we haven’t noticed your recent whooping price rise. Its atrocious especially when we love you so much and are your ardent fans…!
Well, enough ranting! I just hope some one gave me a bag full of candies for Halloween…but its almost ending as the Fist Sunrise of November awaits. Winter’s Come, people. Its ti e you threw away excuses…stopped giving cold shoulders and broke the ice with friends and family ..mingled, had fun…this is your Hall Pass to getting back together with those whom you’ve missed. Be spirited…laugh a little, love a little…and drink some Bloody Punches and hog rolls of tootsies!
Enjoy Halloween and have a good time Let your imagination come to life and act like you don’t care (responsibly, please)
Make the most of your day.
Also wishing my youngest cousin Alisha a very Happy First Birthday…you lucky sweetheart…your birthday parties will always be the best of all! Bless you. Love you x
No, its not water pollution or floods that I’m going to write about. Its Life, that was your first guess? Uh, fine.
So, the smooth patches in life are the best when we’re listening to our favorite band, sitting in our living room surrounded by family while we text friends who care for us. Wow, picture perfect in golden light.
But what of those days when its totally dark…you can only feel precious and delicate things getting crushed by the steps you take while you step on them because you can’t see anymore?
Those days when you have no clue what the Holy Hummer is happening to you. When something or someone you cared for more than your life is taken away. When you’ve lost a limb or broken a limb. When your sister needs your dire help but you’re miles apart. When your friend has gotten into an accident and you can’t even reach out to him. When whatever you say or do is only pushing someone away because misunderstanding clogs your relationship. When you don’t know how you’re going to pay your next meal. Or when you’re caught doing something you weren’t supposed to. Or when you’re guilty as hell and repent every move. Or you’re just plain sad. Or you miss somebody you wish was here to see how awesome your life has become. Or when a douche is hurting you. My God, there are miseries in people’s lives. And yes, I don’t really believe the ‘Everything happens for a reason’ saying.
What I do believe is,
‘You’re never given more than what you can handle’
Believe it or not. Sometimes you’re not as weak or helpless as you feel you are. I understand you’re going through a really rough patch but trust me…its not irreparable. Please believe me. There is another door and its right around the corner. You just have to stand up and walk towards it. And guess what? You can do it.
We all have trifles in our beautiful lives. Some address them, some sweep it under the carpets, some deny them, some drown themselves into them or some become violent or hurt themselves.
You decide upon your category. You do not have to make this decision now or even the next few days. But that day when your demons come haunting for you to make you unhappy or rob you of your glee, is not far away. So listen to me. Its time…you deserve to be happy, to redeem yourself. Your loss was what it was. Do not abandon the good in it but don’t let it hold you back. Remember things fondly as much as you can. Grow as a human. Love
I always say this, ‘Its not your burden to bear’
Nor do you have to feel overtly bad for anyone,
‘They wrought it upon themselves…knowingly or not’
Happiness just ignites more of itself in your life !
Its your choice. Take baby steps into the future. One day at a time until you can walk free. Think about what made you happy in the past…things someone said, a certain feeling, an experience, love…anything. Anchor yourself to it. Fly High.
There are some people that are so humble that they awaken a sense of warmth and appreciation in you just by standing before you or patting your back. And then there are those sly people who are not even literate (deeper meaning) enough to read this post. The sad part is the latter ones rule our world. Now, you see, God loves playing games. Won’t we, if we created half a dozen billion mannequins which can breathe, dance and swear? Ranting has recently become like my thing because the life I live makes it really hard for me to get it out. And on twitter I’m afraid of losing followers while Facebook is filled with jobless, prying people who want to stick their silicon noses in your life.
So, I chose my own blog. Now the thing is, here, if you’re bored you’ll just skip through to another article and I don’t have to give a penny about you being judgmental. Why I worry about what another person thinks of me…is a question I very sincerely avoid. Anyway.
These shallow ones, as I’d like to refer to them are scheming souls who just can’t give it a rest. God either gives them fortune they can’t handle, amazing parents they don’t deserve or beauty that they take advantage of.
Now this could purely be my tainted perception and I request you to discontinue reading if you believe it is so.
WHY FAKE IT?
I know people who actually despise the world around them but would throw sweet smiles and delicate words (accompanied by delicate movements like they’re made of china)…and that is annoying because somehow, my life experience (short as it may be, rich it is) makes me see through and through and I feel like saying, ‘Whatever. Save it for your boyfriend’
Then there are those who are just rough-edged. They pretend to be all fancy…but Holy Pariahs!…are they missing a few lego blocks in their brain! They don’t know the difference between being rude and courteousness. They pretend to speak in English sweetly but they hardly know how to complete the sentences they start. Humble is not close to their forte. They’re too proud to realize.
Next are the hyped ones. Actually they’re nothing but equivalent to bimbos but their clever minds work only to get stuff outta people, use them and dispose them off. The world believes them because they have a pretty smile or a few cute photographs. And they recognize people who don’t fall for their roadshow. And trust you me, it annoys them that their facade doesn’t fool all. But do they stop? No. They continue. What they don’t know is shallow seas can’t harbor ships. They’ll only attract beach boys during summer who’ll come to play with them and then walk off to their cozy homes. If you get the innuendo.
I almost hate speaking about these people sans innuendos.
Oh and the next category is the fugly and bold…these people suck at being themselves and have an inferiority complex so huge that it could sink their party ship. So, they act all loud and harsh so people fear them, if not love them. But when an actual shark strikes them, they turn into foam. Literally. I’ve seen it.
Now I don’t hate these people. But they’ve been stealing my sunshine by roaming around me like piranhas. Living away from home with a budget, work loads, career building, hopes and dreams has its own set of challenges that are making you stronger. But when these foolhardy , dumbfounded and silicon people get sprinkled in your life…you require extra oxygen and green trees. And a good walk. And music. I suggest Green is The Color- Pink Floyd ; Face of Melinda- Opeth and Ludovico Einaudi or Antonio Pinto’s composition. Paul Collier, too.
We all live among these people and they’ve had their share in bringing us down at times. But we need to learn to give them back…by being ourselves…by being happy…by being grateful about the great stuff we got going for us and Ignoring these small people. They don’t exist so long as you pay no heed to their whimsical ways.
I really needed this post to get me happy.
If it has offended you in any way then know that, dear Reader you’re falling in that category or are already deep-rooted in it. Its not good and its never too late to throw the costume, wash the excesses and relax under the sunshine. But if you want to carry on, then please do leave us peaceful souls alone as we have higher agendas.
So people, be patient. Do not hate on them…you may rant…but don’t hate. They know not what they’re doing to themselves.
Arrividerci. Love always.