The crosses

I have promises to keep,

and miles to go before I sleep,

miles to go before I sleep...

-Robert Frost

Life has an uncanny manner in which it hits back hard at you, without warning, just when the satisfying lull of all being under your control and the distinctive calm sets in, the very core of things is thrown into self sustaining turmoil.

I had never thought that the heart of an eighteen year old such as myself would be open and vulnerable to so many feelings at the same fleeting instant, despair immediately followed by sense of well being. The mind spends most of its resources in adjusting to the sudden volatile changes that hit like a hurricane...unnannounced and without warning.

Call it the rambling exagerration of a teenager bordering on adulthood...or the very spin of the wheel of time; Samay Chakra, that you make you understand the underlying patterns of your life which have been designed not by a random unnamed force but by the interweaving threads of your own actions, or karma that come back to bite you in the ass.

Your perspective and outlook greatly determine the outcome of your action and the level of satiety. If only we give moment of extra thought to whatever it is that we say or do, most of our issues will be resolved before emerging.

And I say that your destiny is governed by your thoughts, desires, wills, and actions and in the comatose and drugging state of excitement, trepidation or rage we lose control over all of them, thereby losing control over our destiny.

Many a times we may question the validity of our bearings and the pains we suffer , but then, what is pain? but perverse pleasure, for even Christ, the son of God bore his cross without question, so that he could fulfill his lifes mission. So who are we to challenge the weight of the albatross hung around our neck?

We must embrace the knowledge of the intrinsic truth of the matter, we are subjected to only what we can bear and live through... our individual challenges are customized for us and us only. It is upto us, how we undertake the acceptance and completion of those challenges.

It is not only the unprecarious and the preternaturally attuned who have the muscle to carry their crosses but any man who has the inner strenght to accept his misdoings, faults or bad karma or whatever you may call it... who can bear the weight of his stake. And nay, not only accept the bad karma but atone it through his own penance and understanding, placing the cosmic scales in balance once again.

Your karma is yours alone, it will never rub off on your siblings, spouses, children or anyone else... for they have their own karma to live with.

The road to inner peace ; shanti; is not so easy and smooth, it is fraught with quakes, obstacles, people and misjudgements.For even though you may be successful in beating the odds, you cannot sleep untill all your promises have been fulfilled for even the almighty devas are slaves to their karma...

you know...suddenly, the cross doesnt seem that heavy afterall....

Get Shorty

I HATE SUMMERS!!!!

The perspiration, perpetual slavery to the airconditioners, the dehydration, the pit stains on my new shirts, the sheer ickiness of the weather makes me want to cringe in futile yet justified disgust and frustration....

The mosquitoes,humidity and constant craving for liquids are enough to throw anyone off their rocker...

Fortunately, even the all knowing Brahma, the creator of the universe was kind enough to bless us unfortunate mortals with a tool which will forever be our comrade through this hellish journey....

A pair of Shorts...

A pair of half pants( ugh! a highly unflattering nomenclature) or knickers as they are fondly called in this side of the world, are indeed a boon from the heavens themselves...Given a choice between a beautiful woman and a pair of shorts, I'd gladly opt for the latter(after all who wants the temperature to rise further, wink wink nudge nudge!)

Imagine the blissful satisfaction of a man, the sheer comfort at wearing a pair of smooth shorts you can slip into, with a nice pair of sandoz and a mug of chilled beer...life at its very best!

So what makes a good pair of shorts?

Is it the comfort?the fit? the cut? the design? what is that innate x-factor, which makes a pair of shorts the second most important tool in a mans life?( the first one being very obvious)

Well, its the way the fabric brushes your skin; like a virgin butterfly slowly and gracefully slipping out of her cocoon; a pair of shorts releases you.
The feel of silk, your skin breathes in the shorts, the way the earth does when new rain hits the groung quenching the ancient, colloquial thirst.

The magical, miraculous, magnificent, CHADDI indeed makes life so much more worthwhile.
Lending it an air of cool carelessness and insoucience, making even the most herculean troubles insignificant, as long as you have your shorts, batman has his robin...

As you slowly unfold and uncurl yourself, letting down your defences you realise the there is no experience like a " short" one...

SIESTA TIME!!!!!

It Pays to Know this...

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it makes no sense, perhaps to the extent of being pointless...

You can look at people and envy them, you can sit and count all your losses, you can while away your time dreaming of fruitless pursuits, contemplate your love life(or maybe the lack of it, perhaps even ogle at a few women in the meanwhile)You can base your faith on what you are told, not what you believe( as many of us, maybe lots of us do)

You can live someone elses dream, and kill your own.. and from the seething, fiery ashes burn scars at heaven for perpetually conspiring against you...

Just sit and knit the patterns of your life, interweaving all the vagabond fragments, hoping to attain a tapestry which you can call your own.

Perhaps even curse your fate, parents, friends, family and hope that the burdening, searing,piercing,burning, painful and grinding frustration takes wind and leaves the sacro-sanctum of your soul alone..

You can question life and why it treats you the way it does, keep wondering about the limits it will push you to, what it wants by subjecting you to so much heartache...

Maybe even cry why you cant be the people you love, why things sometimes just fall apart eventhough you have fed them from your soul...

Wonder in amazement, why should you have to cry all the tears, when someone laughs the heartiest laughs,

Why should you be on foot when when they get the beemer?

Wellllllll.........

LIFE IS A BITCH, DEAL WITH IT!!!!

p.s. : for anyone reading this, only you are the cause...