Ever thought abt it...

Hey folks, long time.. just abstract thoughts to share with you today.. :

Ever held the sand in your hands, the tighter you hold the faster it slips of your hand...
Ever noticed the waves by the oceans, the closer they come to you the inner they take you away in the dark blue sea...
Ever felt the wind brush your face, the softer it brushes the lesser to feel...
Ever felt the tear trickling down your hot cheek, no matter what it signifies relief it brings to the inner side...
Ever felt the head throbbing for the reason that it can’t find the reason...
Ever felt the hollow inside like alls lost and there is no reason anymore...
Ever felt like a puppet with no say in the order of life even when u know all is in your hands...
Ever felt very low, known the way to come out of it yet never wished to do so...
Ever felt like jumping of the cliff just to see how it feels...
Ever felt like not opening the eyes ever again just because u r too scared...
Ever felt like knowing who u are or y u are...
Ever felt like feeling numb...
To feel is a gift to mankind, it’s not a choice, u feel even when u don’t want to,
U feel without command, u feel without thinking...
The Feelings control you or you control the feeling is a question yet unanswered...
But till then... feel... feel with Ur heart and soul...
It could be sorrow or grief, joy or ecstasy but it’s only this feel which makes u human...!!

Too much thoughts eh? Well, nothing I can do,
It’s just me! :P

Love Always

Signing off

just me

 

Think about it...

An amazing week just passed by lot of fun, cute lions, loads of sea animals, a hell of an experience, and also the sad side effects, a harsh and annoying tan... but midst the packing and unpacking I found a piece of paper from one of my old books...

I don’t remember the exact time or date but do remember writing it, I remember it was  in the 10^th or the 11^th standard, after a long talk with mom, I went to my room and thought and thought and then wrote these lines…

So here goes (a blast from the past! :P)… 

Who are you?

Who are you? Or who am I? Or who is anyone around here? The normal answer anyone would ever get to this question is:

The Name... you would say I am Yesha or Tina or Pooja or Arjun or whatever...  what is the name? It’s just a tag you have got, given by your parent or anyone around you so that you respond to a particular voice.... So there is a word you as call as yourself... I respond to the word Yesha... cause it’s a tag I was given when I was born but then again it’s just a tag... it’s not the answer to who I am. Is it??

Or If not the name you would respond saying... I am Indian or I am Hindu or I am a girl... what are all these?? Citizenship, religion, caste, gender... that’s it that is who I am or you are or any one is??? Again all these are just tags given by mankind to separate one from another... just because I am born in a particular place or raised by parents having a particular religion tag or because I have different genital organs than half the mankind does not make me who I am. Does it?

Of course not... who I am does not depend on a tag given to me or the piece of land I was born in or some faith I or my family believes in! No that’s not me or you or anyone... we need to break these barriers of tagging... we are who we want to be who or what we make of ourselves... who I am depends on my deeds.. My action... and not on the actions I am planning to do tomorrow... even my past or future cannot tell who I am.. Who I am can only be defined by what I am doing at this very second, what I am thinking... that is who I am... only that nothing else. No labels, no pasts no future only me and my present thought process that is who I am or who you are. That's me and only 'that' is me!!!!!

Surprised eh? So was I when I read this after such a long time,
but then again that’s just me! :P

Love Always

Signing off

just me

Words

Words of the poignant soul:
Seeing the real face beyond their fakeness, knowing how much they lie to you everyday, knowing they are not worth the broken trust... All this gives incentive to stay away from them but not the strength to do the same.

Words of the frustrated soul :
World does not work like you want it to be, people dont think like you want them to and hence responses, reactions, and expectations are often taken for granted. they wont call you, you have to go there.. they wont wait for you, you have to be before time, you are not unique, they wont perish without you, the game goes on, the life moves on, you may come and go... but the show must go on.

Words of the surprised soul :
Seeing what others have gone through may not make you strong but they surely make you aware, what if you were there, what if it was you, would you be the same person you are today, how could they live through that, just how?

Creepy eh? well, thats just me!! :P

Love Always

Signing off

just me

Thoughts to share...

I read somewhere, and it’s so true...
'After silence, that thing which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music', or in my case any form of art, as art allows you to assimilate your feelings and express them in a beautiful manner, such that it is free for the perception of the common gaze yet only you can interpret that actual story behind every stroke, word or beat of your creation..

With the ongoing exams, stressful times, and confusion all over, I shall not write much but leave you with these words I read in a book....

Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they have been given then to explore the power they have to change it.

Impossible is not a fact, it's an opinion.

Impossible is not a declaration, its dare.

Impossible is potential.

Impossible is temporary.

Impossible is nothing.

Think about it, these words have the power to change lives!!

Inspiring eh? Oh... well that’s just me... :P

Love Always

Signing off

Just me  

Just Another Day...

A full moon... 

A flickering light...

Two friends...

A moonlit conversation...

A cup of hot steaming Caffine...

A little space...

to let the imginations flow.

to let the colours show,

to let the breeze blow,

But now the conversations heat up...

There comes the moonlit run...

the stress levels go up...

and there comes the anxious times...

No this is not a classic tale,

or an episode of a forgotten love story,

this is just another day @ my college,

with the advent of examinations.

too dramatic, eh??
oh thats just me! :P

Love Always

Signing off

just me

WHAT IS THIS SUPPOSE TO MEAN??

You might be wondering why Chaotic meadows...
or what the heck is chaotic meadows???

But I could not find a more suitable name for journal of my life,
Its a huge CHAOS just like lives of millions around me but at the same time, it is what I, myself have conciously or unconciously have made of it. It's the flourishing MEADOW I have created.

Thus welcome to my world, welcome to the Chaotic Meadows! :)

Confusion, unexpected, creepy, craapy, intlectual craziness, madness, questions, answers... is all you can expect... hav fun!!

P.S If you like what you read here, also see : http://yeshamodi.blogspot.in/! :)

Love Always

Signing off

just me