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Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Spectrum Of Shades

There was a change for sure from what I was and what I am.Who is better?

Mebbe the one who answers this question justifies God's decision to make man(him) superior to all his other creations.

The emotions I have experienced have formed a spectrum of shades inside me reflecting each and every phase of my life.A shade for every phase.
When i look back at my life(always guilty of sounding philosophical)life seems to stare back at me and mock me for being me.(hope ull understand).Yes, I am in this state.The state where being lonely is routine, the state where distancing urself from others is ur forte.'
Some say 'Beta, Love is a feelin beyond comparision!,Fall in love and ull experience sheer bliss"
MY ROYAL FOOT!!!
Love itself is a problem which does not have a solution and "Beta right into the dungeons u go"
What is love??
My friend TANVI(TANU), who personifies philosophy tells me rather innocently.'Limin, Love is an illusion, Reality is much different'.
Man, I, so agree.
Wat All do we not expect.The Girl desires her knight in shining armour, the guy a beautiful conventional decent gharwali.But who does not compromise in what he/she wants.Everyone does.But as soon as neone asks someone "so temme hows ur lovelife".."arre yaar kya batao..its rockinn too good...............woh toh mujhe uske jaan se jyaada chahta hai"
MY ROYAL FOOT!!
I say, Jaan bachane ke liye chahta hoga!!
Tanu rants 'Our problem is we expect.Its when we expect that problems arise .Its when expectations are not met that we go into depression.I stopped expecting, hence i m happy"
Tanu I AGREE.(Profound thoughts i say.Mite be cliched but doesnt fail to amuse me evrytime its said)
Stop expecting,Start living.
But moments later Tanu shows that she is human.On being asked whom she would fall in love with she says'He should be really divine(yes this is the word she used).One for whom trust comes automatically,one for whom i can give myself blindly'
Tanu, my dear isnt that EXPECTATION.
Yes everyone must have realised the fact that whatever is written is not mush gush like the ordinary love masalas, but a mere attempt to poke sense into my thinking and make it socially acceptable.(incomplete)