Perhaps there isn’t any answer to it, why if something ends it doesn’t
feel good.Is it because eventually it gives you a reason to stay attached with, and occupied?
Leaving out a lot incomplete gives you pretty enough time to avoid boredom from doing nothing. Indulging yourself in too much stuff possibly gives you wicked headaches, but surely soothes some bad sections of life.
A friend asked me to name one of my passion and hobbies. For a moment I was clueless.
I never thought that way to categorize my liking and subconsciously I thought why haven’t I, still?
Like always I questioned him back to state the difference between a passion and a hobby. He simply answered that perhaps eating is your habit but cooking could be your passion. I was like "What!" but confused him instead. Then we started arguing [admit that we actually love to argue at some point with our close buddy(ies)] and eventually somebody let someone win :p
Afterwards I asked many minds and brains to differentiate the terms and incurred few replies. I came out to this.
Passion is something you are crazy about, a rage that totally freaks you, and makes you suffocate if you think of quitting. An extreme case where you have all the ways and lanes to conform.
You can write on something? Might be your hobby; you can write on almost anything? Indeed writing is your passion. Hobby reflects you but a passion reflexes you.
Hobby grows, it increases but passion is a born attitude towards something. A hobby is not difficult to pursue if you get enough time for it. More over to an extent if you willingly take out some time to practice and improvise, it may become your passion. Sometimes, it takes a lot of time to recognize your passion irrespective of you being naturally attracted towards it.
I am ending up concluding that I do not have a passion, though having a few hobbies to pursue forever but not a single one that I feel crazy about. Perhaps a little maniac over dance and painting, still passion? Indeed it is yet to recognize ;)
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Ohh Yes, Readers! your interpretations are invited.
(photo caption: self quoted)

I never thought that way to categorize my liking and subconsciously I thought why haven’t I, still?
Like always I questioned him back to state the difference between a passion and a hobby. He simply answered that perhaps eating is your habit but cooking could be your passion. I was like "What!" but confused him instead. Then we started arguing [admit that we actually love to argue at some point with our close buddy(ies)] and eventually somebody let someone win :p
Afterwards I asked many minds and brains to differentiate the terms and incurred few replies. I came out to this.
Passion is something you are crazy about, a rage that totally freaks you, and makes you suffocate if you think of quitting. An extreme case where you have all the ways and lanes to conform.
You can write on something? Might be your hobby; you can write on almost anything? Indeed writing is your passion. Hobby reflects you but a passion reflexes you.
Hobby grows, it increases but passion is a born attitude towards something. A hobby is not difficult to pursue if you get enough time for it. More over to an extent if you willingly take out some time to practice and improvise, it may become your passion. Sometimes, it takes a lot of time to recognize your passion irrespective of you being naturally attracted towards it.
I am ending up concluding that I do not have a passion, though having a few hobbies to pursue forever but not a single one that I feel crazy about. Perhaps a little maniac over dance and painting, still passion? Indeed it is yet to recognize ;)
...
Ohh Yes, Readers! your interpretations are invited.
(photo caption: self quoted)

When a person
in his sixties avows this, it's a tight slap in the face of a boy who's depressed
for not possessing a cell phone that would just cost 40 thousand bucks to his father, no matter
whether he himself is capable of earning that much; or a girl who just doesn’t want to live anymore because her
boyfriend broke up with her, ignoring all the pain her mother bore to give her the life & bring her up.
Is it that difficult to stay happy and alive?
Is it that difficult to stay happy and alive?
Kaveri believes in living life
happily & spreading smiles. But there are times when it is slightly tough to
manage things with a TRUE smile, but she has excelled in that too. That became possible because of him and to have better understanding and maturity of such things, is what she
learned from him. He is a kind of person whom she admires like her father.
Lately, when she kept struggling with her dwelling thoughts and ever changing mind. She retrieved how confused and disoriented she used to be most of the time, till the last years of her academics.
Before she stepped on to professional life, she ensured to visit the cities which are on her to-visit list. And there in Bangalore, she met him reminiscing how she had been in those endless conversations with him during her college days. And this time too, he gave her a one line thought that stood out among all the talks. Simply stated, but with a deep meaning. Life takes toll to make you what you want to be and in the process you have to realize that “change" is the only constant thing in one’s life on which neither you've got control, nor you can make any amendments.
Kaveri
listened to him for like two hours and when she was back, her mind was unraveling
tons of questions which she thought of every now and then. She went back to the flashback memories of the
times when she was disappointed, praised, sad, on-the-cloud9, broken or so on. Then she
realized that her over thinking leaves her to a blank mind. She recollected how brilliantly Pa (that's what she calls him)
explained everything so easily.
Sipping her
evening coffee from her Sunday Mug with tiny rabbits printed on it, she begun to rethink, at this phase of age, pa doesn’t regret or crib on anything
around him or for anything that haven't happened to him.
Till now
quite an unseen experience for her it was with all the old people she ever met. Pa had a great history
of his life, which she felt bad about but never saw him feeling
that way. He influenced him to think more positively about everything that
comes around in life. All she ever knew as life’s lessons, she never
thought it could have been so easy to understand, and that's because of that one line which summed up
everything for her. While finishing her last sip of coffee, she thought there are always a few people in one’s life who either make you or break you.
Pa is from the first leg, the one who made her more optimistic than ever before.
She stood up for packing her bag & unpacking her mind from all the delusions. She felt
a better her. And then she jotted down in her book-for-life-time (no matter how many times she had came across to such TRUTHS of life, this time it was all new) she
decided to read it more often and follow wholeheartedly.
To hell with
those who cribs how life is too short. Instead, life is a journey- a good long one, live it lovingly.
Be quick to figure out all the possible questions but take enough time to resolve them. You can’t expect much out of the people who come across, because you may be nice them but not necessary that they all would reciprocate in the same way. You can’t
change your past so don’t waste time in regretting.
It was 5:30
in the evening ticking on the analog clock of my phone, the time I tend to be busy with my usual
workout session. In a while I saw everything begin to dark. I peeped out
from the window and looked up, the sky was covered with monsoon clouds. Though it
was beautiful up there, I sighed and muttered *nothing gonna happen, soon it'll be clear and won't rain. We surely have to wait for few
more days to see the rain*. Going back to my regime, thinking how long it will
take to chuck it down Delhi? It's been a month since I shifted back to Delhi from Pune. Pune, where I stayed for 2 good years. And till the time I stayed there I constantly
missed my good old place. I had been updated with the never ending weather news of chilling
winter and killing summer. No offense to Pune’s weather but there is always something missing in its “Famous rain” season. Although rains beautifies everything, I find it annoying when you’re being soaked in continuous drizzling without getting notified by the nature that “hello there! it's gonna rain”. And then it starts anytime anywhere. Even the clouds
up there do not claim to rain, giving no thunderbolts or lightening. (quite
grateful to Pune to make me miss rains too).
I came out of the 'magnetized me' when in few minutes there were lightening thunders up in
the sky and... it started raining. Unbelievably, few minutes back what I was
not expecting had just begun in its full form. Nevertheless, this... is... what I call, rain.
Going back and forth in my thoughts, I concluded that the person in me is fairly obsessed with the extreme cases of life. Same is the case with Delhi’s hot summer, frosty winter or heavy rain (though rain never been a serious issue for the city). I dint even realize how long I stared at the sky and drowning myself in my usual philosophical stuff and relating the same with the situations like this time, with rain. (The sensible sense I inherit from my father)
Nature possesses a strong connection with one’s life. Like a moral teaching subject that tells the story in its own way which you ravel/unravel per your intelligence. I guess I've been into the moment for about 40 minutes. First thing that crossed my mind was, you get it when you expect the least or not at all. Then the philosophy became broader with the flow. You will never understand the pleasure of life till you haven’t been rueful. No matter how much you urge for something you will get it only if (or when) you deserve. You get something only when you are destined for it, or it's time. Nobody gets more than what he deserves and before the time comes.
Going back and forth in my thoughts, I concluded that the person in me is fairly obsessed with the extreme cases of life. Same is the case with Delhi’s hot summer, frosty winter or heavy rain (though rain never been a serious issue for the city). I dint even realize how long I stared at the sky and drowning myself in my usual philosophical stuff and relating the same with the situations like this time, with rain. (The sensible sense I inherit from my father)
Nature possesses a strong connection with one’s life. Like a moral teaching subject that tells the story in its own way which you ravel/unravel per your intelligence. I guess I've been into the moment for about 40 minutes. First thing that crossed my mind was, you get it when you expect the least or not at all. Then the philosophy became broader with the flow. You will never understand the pleasure of life till you haven’t been rueful. No matter how much you urge for something you will get it only if (or when) you deserve. You get something only when you are destined for it, or it's time. Nobody gets more than what he deserves and before the time comes.
There is a man who seeks and
there is one almighty who gives.
Let see what
next lesson I will learn and write about……. ;)
(Photo credits: Own painting)
(Photo credits: Own painting)
Life is a wonderland of reality for me And I love to wonder on these realities... :P I am a Glib talker (so wot)
I can talk for hours without even caring if there be anybody really listening to me.
sunna hai to suno...... nahi sunna to bhi suno.
but I bet if you want me to listen I would be all ears.
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Die hard fan of Leonardo Da Vinci (never met him and won't either :(
also of Sherlock homes (haven't read any novel)
do you wonder Y?
why am I not a fan of my Papa or Maa.
Well I don't need to be a fan of my guardian cause I already resemble them, and siblings? We do have a little in common.
usually hum to usi ke fan hote hain na jo hum banna chaahte hain.
(Still I do not want to be a replica of anyone and just love being myself)
.........................
I always love to be in love with love all the time
And that is how I am truly madly deeply in love with myself.
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I don't believe in principles, I don't have or follow any and will never do
My dad, my best friends and people who surround me, have a set of principles in their life.
Still I don't care because those principles don't work for me.
(though I wonder how they suit them so well and never me)
..................
I love my own freaky passions
Sometimes I get new maddens and forget old ones and suddenly old ones make a comeback and then builds up a beautiful chaos that I love to be in...
( I wonder why some "things" never leave you and you still never get bored of them)
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I wander aimlessly here and there
Moving feet... ailing wounds... keep me alive.
(I wonder why I just can't sit patiently for a moment)
.............
They say I am wrong when I am right and right when I am right.
lol kidding....
(wonder why people prejudice, Stop loving me or hating me until you know me better.)
Hence I love to wonder and now either you should stop wondering or read again.
But one thing I never wonder about, is being myself, having my own style of living and taking up things in the manner I believe.
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Life is simple, life is sweet, Life is hard, sometimes too much,
makes u unable to tweet
Still...Smile baby smile....... every time...
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Be sincere rather than being serious (it is different)
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