What the Mumbai Locals Teach You: A Photo Story.

The Mumbai Locals Teach You...

In this fast paced world,

Take a moment to figure out your Destination,

Choose the Right Track,

Understand your Barriers,

 

Await the Arrival,

Have Patience and Wait for your Turn,

Do not Fear the Competition,

Make your own Way,

And Most of all, Believe in Yourself.

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Love Always

Signing off

just me

THANK YOU

Sometimes you are stuck and sometimes you just don't wish to move forward. Life is a funny puzzle every human is still trying to figure out and while I continue to find the pieces of this puzzle, I come across something you should know...

Appreciation is the best form of Inspiration. To know that you art matters, to know that your thoughts are heard, to know that your words are read, to know that somewhere your work brought a spark of change, a smile, a laugh or even a tear, that's all one needs. Just that knowledge can bring back that glow, can re-frame those jumbled words and can remove those stupid blocs.

So today I Thank You, each and everyone of you. Thank you for reading, Thank you for appreciating, Thank you for Acknowledging, Thank you for commenting and Thank you for criticizing. For all of these things matter to me and help me write better.

Grateful much? 
Just the way I am! :P

Love Always

Signing off

just me

words. thoughts. life.

Fragments of the wired electric signals in the head which we commonly know as thoughts:

Death.
I don't know how to deal with it, I don't know what to say to it. No human understands it. No words explain it. No religion gives a reason for it. Nothing can stop it. Its a surprise end to the mystery called life, and this mystery itself engulfs the human so much that the deeper mystery of death remains and maybe shall forever remain untouched.

Betrayal.
Its a lot of questions, guilt and confusion. Its a never dying anger. Its an unacceptable truth.You move on. You be the better person. You avoid it. You forget it and You say you forgive it. But then again in those lows you are reminded, of an undying flame within, the memories of betrayal.

Belief.
I believe everyone is made for something. something that you do best. something that gives you happiness. something that gives a sense of satisfaction, a fulfillment, that gives meaning to your survival. I believe everyone is exceptional at that something and when you find it, all is fine and you will love your life and until then, you still have to learn to love your life and believe that the search for that something is worth finding it.

What crap? I also don't know :P
So until next time...

Love Always

Signing off

just me

Pages of my notes: A glance at the past month!

Haven't written for a while.. Its not that I have not been writing,  its just that  I haven't had the time to switch on the laptop and type it all down here. So here is a part of the mixture of  the past month-the laughs and cries, the journey and the after effects, as jotted down on my cellphone notes:

Scrambled Thoughts..

Loss.

You feel stagnant, while the world moves on
You feel alone, with the whole world around

Loss has no reason, loss has pain
loss has no pity, loss has tears
loss is inevitable yet, loss has guilt.

The swearing doesn't take the pain away
The anger does not serve the guilt
All search goes in wain,
As no reason justifies the thought.

loss of the valuable, loss of life
loss of words, loss of belief

One loss leads to another, don't know how this cycle breaks.
you try to forget you try to move on, but there comes that minute of the day
which brings the past flashing back again, there's no erasing it says.

Wonder why the mind presides over the loss, remembers every detail
While everyday gains just fade away

Loss forces you to give up, to get lost in that maze of life
To stay there and never take a step ahead
No matter how hard you try,
The end brings you back to that same point
The point of loss

Again that wave of losses, hits you like a storm
A storm of tears in which you submerge and float away.

You look for that boat, that li'l board which can bring you back to the shore
A hand to hold to help you take the step ahead just ray to show the way
but the loss of belief tells you it ain't coming and forces you to quit trying

Today, I don't know anymore,
I don't know what can pull you out
what can save the drowning, what can help you walk
what can hold your hand, what can support your thought.
And its not the unknown,
but the not knowing that drowns you then again.

Love Always

Signing off

just me