A Cup o Coffee or a compliment...

I have this friend and she just loves her coffee.... 

Before getting her nails done and stuff she has to wait .. she decides to get her coffee..  There she was in the coffee shop struggling to get her coffee.. The till wasnt working... and the aroma of coffe in the shop that the others were having making her a bit antsy i guess and the fact that she had to get her stuff done ..  Despite all that going on she stood by the side waiting patiently for the till to get fixed.. She sees two guys walk up to her with coffee in their hand... both perfect strangers..

One of them says Hi .. and yada yada yada.. then he says "You look gorgeous and i couldnt take my eyes of you, just wanted to say this to you " My friend thanked the guy and He walked on wishing her well..

Now this friend is a proper lady, has a wonderful personality, pretty and is the kind that when she smiles, things around her just light up..  So she tends to be wary of people and their come ons...

However this incident  just made her day.. Everything else was forgotten.. the nails not done, the coffee not available and the other irritants.. The day just looked to be amazing...

I guess everyone can do with a good compliment .  It is the sincerity and the lack of any expectation for the compliment that makes it into a compliment rather than a cheap one liner... Thank you gentlemen for making the difference...


So is  it the coffee that starts a good day..  Nescafe would agree...

Me..

I'll take a compliment any day...

Cheers....

Life is a freight train

Life.. its various ups and downs... Joys and Disappointments.. If you ask someone .. How is it going..  Mostly people will respond with something one way or the other  .. rarely will one come across someone who will say i dunno..  We all seem  to know how the life is going for us... Yet when i look back a few weeks and think where i was.. I never imagined i would be where i am today.. Its been really good.. Surprised yes .. pleasantly so...

Life has a momentum of its own.. One thing to the next,  it builds up .. Sometimes it just leaves us in the dump and sometimes it just makes us reach the skies..

 life .. Eh....

or is it the people we meet...

Hmmm.. sets me thinking...

A wisp of memory across time....

My Sister's come on a visit with her l'il one .. All of one and a half years old and such a bundle of energy... Mom was reminiscing and looking at old pictures..  Black and White ones too.. Came across this one... It is truly amazing..

Looking at the picture... watching my sister and her l'il one.... wondered .. what was my mom thinking when she was holding me... What dreams was she creating for me .. How have things turned out ... We all know our parents as just that .. Parents.. Looking at her now and the picture then i realized for the first time the enormity of the journey she made from the innocent girl she was to being my mom.. The dreams she had, the joys she lived and sacrificed despite all of that, the love that she gave me.. 


Hope in some way i have come close to her dreams of me. A small return for her lifelong love and service to her child..


I think I have..here is is to all the mothers in the world. There are none like you..


We are but an essence of you..

When things are right............

When you are at peace.  Nothing bothers you.. All the mean people you met in your life.. The guy overtaking from the left.. Corrupt politicians or the naive do gooders...


What is different. perhaps it is the easy acceptance , the awesome camaraderie or the connection and the understanding of the things left unsaid.. There is neither  strife nor competition.

Just an easy acceptance of the other person and a nice feeling of comfort..

It is said that some amount of strife is important to make it spicy. Guess people are so scared of letting go
and believing in others that they justify a lot of stuff.. There is more than enough strife in the world around us.


All the things which were wrong are right.. I guess it is all about finding that right connection. 
Does this mean that there is nothing more left to aspire for......


Guess not.. All it means is that now is the time to aspire for greater things in life and enjoy the feeling of making a dent in this world however small that may be..  No point in achievement without recognition..

They say comfort develops in time but then those who believe that don't want to give themselves that choice.

I have paid for my comfort in pain. I have fought for my choice.


Here's back at life..


Cheers..

Connections.......

Most of the times what you give is what you get... 


We meet people. Sometimes we connect.. sometimes we don't...


When we do, Its like a freight train. The relationship has a life of its own .. If it is across genders.It is truly amazing.. 
No thoughts before every word and no analysis after. A momentum which is enjoyable.. It is just so easy and comfortable..


What is this connection how do we find it.. Why is it that sometimes it is there amd on some it is not. 


Why is it that 9 out of 10 times,  people mention close friends in their own gender as people they connect with amazingly.. And am talking about straight people here..  


We as human beings are very sensitive, sensitive to moods, color, light, smells and even temperature. How many times have we stood next to a person and felt their body heat and felt comfortable or uncomfortable.. And these are such subtle inputs.. Even then we react to them...


So if you are a doubting Tom, enjoy playing power games or put people down .. Its never gonna work.. But then these sorry excuses for human beings have no reason to be out looking for a connection...




looking back .. Comfortable, confident, free and easy, interesting.. Now these are the words that come to my mind.




What further complicates a cross gender relationship are the expectations and the lack of acceptance..


Easy come easy go.. Comfortable silences and a calm acceptance..


Life becomes interesting again.


Connections...


Nice.....




Here' to great connections and good friends. Arigato.. 

I beleive, I can..........

Belief can move mountains, or so my mom used to tell me...

And I used to think even grownups lie... How can thought move mountains...? 

I just realized it does...  Relationships, tasks, people, the things that we believe are important bother us, motivate us ...  makes us sad or happy...  Mountains of our life...

Should what other people think affect my life... Nah not... Been there done that... So do I need to prove anything...? Except to me...   Not!!!!.............

Things that I used to care for, just realized was such a load of nonsense... Just other people trying superimpose their twisted version of what is important?  I have found my sense of balance...

It’s like a witch and the spell of enchantment... The spell is broken and I see it  for the old hag she is...

I believe... I can... I will........

Life… Here’s my universal sign of peace... 

You know what that is....

Blogs are for Bloggers

When one thinks back, one can see other blogs to realise how true it is. We write all kinds o stuff comfortable in the fact that we can always refute whatever reaction we receive by stating the fact that this is a personal place . Right is what we think is right.

Matter of fact that we are screaming for attention .

What is even more interesting is when people write to justify and substantiate their personality. It is so funny especially when you actually know the person.. Most of the blogs are an an exact opposite of the personality behind it.. Is it alter ego..

Why do i write.. Am i screaming for attention.. Does this make you think..

Are you.. in the deepest of your hearts questioning things.. Do you see your face in the mirror..

I see mine..

o|o

A lie or the truth

I have a dear old friend who, in his relationships, would always says things that are convenient  to avoid conflicts. I used to get so exasperated listening to him.


He used to look at me smile, and and say, some day you will understand...


To what extent will one go to maintain a truth..
Sometimes you get into a situation where the other person feels that what you say is untruthful. They are so sure. Now,  it could be a perceived sense of righteousness or a strong sense of gut feel based on previous experiences in life . So strong are their convictions that  they choose to put it to a choice to win it or to lose it all..

What is so difficult about accepting something that is not right.. It should be a no brainier when faced with such dire consequences.. Why do people die for what they believe is right..

I guess people die because both sides believe they are right and don't want to let go of their version of truth...

So truth can kill you.. Oops set you free i mean..

Lie ... And lie with with conviction and you will have a far easier life.. Of course you will have to keep lying to maintain it.. .

A lie is mostly  underrated as it has the potential to make things better.. However Its a lot of hard work, truth on the other hand is easy but painful..

So is a liar as good a person as one who never lies?

Boy am i beginning to see my friend's point of view...

I wonder...  What is important ?..

Truth.....

Lie.....

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Anna Hazare and his tryst with corruption..

Almost everyone i meet  has a thought or two about what Anna Hazare is doing..  Some people try to be different to the point of being such hypocritical show offs.. Is what he is doing so bad.

 I believe it isn't  ..

Regardless of the fallout his intentions are right.. As a person who hardly has anytime for himself, Why do i feel touched by what he is doing. Am i so fed up with the corruption and feel so helpless about the situation around me that even a notion of what that man is doing has started to mean so much for me...

I always wonder how it was when Bapu had started the Civil Disobedience Movement. I guess must be a bit like now.. Are we seeing a new Bapu in the making..

I believe he has the courage to do what many are thinking..

Go with god Anna ji.

To blog or not to ..

I always wondered why were writers such depressives .. I found out a few days ago.. Writing is so unbalanced.. This is no substitute to speaking and talking.. One so falls in love with their own words. It becomes its own justification and its own raison d' etre...

When you talk you are forced to listen to someone else'e percepective regardless of the fact whether you accept it or not..  The truth lingers in your mind and heart. It resurfaces when you are relaxed and makes you question your convictions...  That is good..  Brings a balance to life...

A few good things i learnt..

 

I like to write and seem to be reasonably good at it

Dont write when are not feeling too good bout things.. it only makes things worse..
When you like someone you like them regardless..

When you like people be ready for a world of hurt..

Well.. Does it make any difference...

Nah not a bit.. It tells me am alive..

I keep thinking.. pint size pocket of trouble..

Fond memories....

Am smiling  again..

The ugly Truth..

Amazing movie. Funny stuff.

Put in words a lot of things I felt... Am sure a lot of guys would identify with the movie especially when they are getting exasperated with women... It is true isn't it...? Even though women would never admit it... Men are after all a checklist...  On one hand they look for love packaged in that comfortable pack... On the other hand they will tell you that men like the notion of the women and not the real person that they are...

Tell me this who would stay around a person who nags the hell out of you... if you didn’t believe that there is something better at the end of the rainbow... Would women stick around for a guy like that...

Juvenile eh.. But would they listen.. Ohhh no.... never in a million years..

So I guess it is lucky for women that men see what they like and hang around and in the meanwhile the smart ones (women) figure out what’s important in life... Others would perhaps be lucky enough to watch this movie...

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