A Cup and Two Spoons

It has been over a year since my friends moved out of city. We never planned to stay after college…so, everybody moved except me!

I am here, it has been a year. I should have had some friends here by now. But the fact is I don’t. It has been both difficult and fun. I’ve spent more time with myself then I ever did before.

I have made this habit of roaming around the city, eating, going to movies, shopping…all by myself. And to be true, I somewhat enjoy it.

I went to a movie yesterday (Don’t ask, it was extremely boring!)

Well, the thing is I ordered sweet corn and the guy at the food counter was kind enough to serve me at my seat. The guy came up to me with this cup full of spicy corn with two spoons in it. I looked at the cup then looked at him. He gave me a slight smile and left. I looked at the cup again rather at the spoons I must say, for a little too long.

Why was it so obvious that I would have company?

No, it did not make me feel friendless or forlornĀ but it sure made me think about all the people who I wish were sitting beside me. The company that I desire lives miles and miles away from me. And I don’t want friends for the sake of just having someone; to think of them as substitutes. I would never prefer being one myself.

I have no idea what I am trying to convey.

Sometimes you feel a lot of things but you don’t know how to interpret them and that should be okay I guess.

The next time I go there and if they hand me a single spoon, I am definitely going to ask for an extra one šŸ™‚

PS: All you guys, I miss you!

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Pink and Yellow

The society that we live in demands ambition. It measures success and happiness on how ambitious you are and how you work to achieve those goals you’ve set for yourself (For your sake, I hope you have done it solely for yourself).

When it comes to me, I am not very ambitious. No, I don’t wish to be famous or rich beyond imagination. Nor do I want to conquer the world with my ideas. I just want to be! Traversing through life at my own pace…I am slow, I like to stand aside and enjoy the view. I am okay with achieving my dreams late in my life. I don’t want to rush with them in my twenties itself.

I’ve always felt that people with “REAL” goals have difficult lives. They have to toil day and night to put things on track, to keep up with the brutal competition. I have never been one of those people. However, I’ve come to realize, the simple goals like being away from the burden of ‘the social definitions of success’ are equally difficult to achieve. You just can’t slip away from its grip, no matter how good you are at sneaking.

I have nothing against the people who are ambitiousĀ or those who tune in with the widely accepted definitions of success. I respect you all, for you have guts and real strength. The society we live in is tremendously flawed and equally brutal. It has all these stringent rules drafted and methods crafted!

One slip and you experience a downpour of criticism. It can be really damaging to the spirit, when all you’ve ever tried is to keep up. There are people who fall and then there are people who keep going. I feel, we all break. Some of us break completely, some have little broken pieces here and there but we keep going. It’s just that we are all built with different thresholds. I don’t understand why people find it so difficult to respect this little fact.

At some point we all come under the same umbrella of “YOU ARE NOT GOOD ENOUGH!”. Some for never being good enough while some for not trying enough. The world is rarely happy with any of us. You might get that appreciation temporarily until you slip; One slip is all it takes!

It just makes me sad.

Why are we made this way?

I ask myself a lot of times.

Why can’t we be more kind and considerate?

Why do we have to judge people?

Why do we even need toĀ define measures of success?

What makes us think that other humans should conform to our standards?

The answers are lost…

If it is Pink for one, it can be Yellow for the other.

They are tracks apart, but both of them are equally beautiful. Just because you prefer Pink does not mean yellow is ugly.

Don’t forget, Yellow can be sunshine!

 

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Please Don’t Quit Reading My Blog After This!

Writing this way is fun!

I have no clue why I am doing this. It absolutely makes no sense. I happened to press the strike-through option by mistake when I started writing and here I’m, three lines down and still writing in the same fashion!

All right! I’ll stop, before you click the close button and run away!

I don’t see why I should always make sense though. Who said that everything I do or say should make some sense?

Actually, if I recall…most of the times, senseless are the things that I enjoy doing. When I don’t have to think about the right orĀ wrong or the social implications of it. When I just run wild, doing whatever I want without a worry in the world.

There are some really weird things that I do.

Here is a partial list :

(Because the complete list would make me look way too weird)

  1. I’ve caught myself drawing boxes on my blank computer screen, sometimes for about 15 minutes straight I guess.
  2. Writing in strike-through. Well, this is the latest addition to the list.
  3. Narrowing my eyes…such that they are almost like little slits and then peeking at the twinkling lights Ā * owwwww…..sooooo…b..e..a..u..t..i..f..u..l *
  4. While munching chips, focusing on the crunchy sound they make in my head. Sometimes I concentrate so hardĀ that I forget about the taste and sort of become deaf to everything else around.
  5. Staring at my dog. Just staring at him…yes!
  6. Slow motion dance without music.
  7. Hanging upside down (from my bed or my couch)
    * Special Talent Alert!!! –Ā I can read, eat and watch television like that *
  8. In the picture…that is my hand puppet ‘liquid’.
    Yes..I find some time for it.

I hope you won’t stop reading my blog after this!

Everyone is allowed to be stupid.Ā I’d love to hear about the things you do šŸ™‚