On the edge of happiness...

If there's magic in your Life, it's the magic of fighting Life beyond endurance, beyond broken heart, beyond the pain of getting ignored and detached relationships. It's the magic of risking everything for a dream that nobody sees but you. Life is all about knowing the unknown…believing in the magic and living it. And believing in the fact, that in spite of everything, MAGIC does happen!

This scribbling is a continuation of “what’s on your mind?” in FB (for the uninitiated, though I doubt if there are any, FB is a social networking site). Was talking to a friend last night, with him cribbing about boring life…professional boredom…and finally he came to the conclusion that all he has been doing is slogging the whole day, and coming back home only to do more FB and booz. That made me wonder…” Do we really want to do all that we do? ” I bet the answer is no! It’s more of expectation (and believe me, even if people say they don’t have any expectation, they expect you to understand what they expect), societal norms, what we are supposed to do, what we should do, but rarely what we ‘want’ to do. The conclusion is: We are stuck!! Stuck with people’s expectations, responsibilities, and duties! I wanted to bunk office today, just like that…because I wanted to live with myself. Thought would do…was tempted to call my boss and say him exactly that, being almost sure that he w

Wednesday… A rather boring one…more so because of a bad headache since morning. Had two Saridons already…thinking if I should have one more…. Can go back home…but then… But then don’t know what…but am too lazy now to take the pain of going all the way back home. Maybe kind of got used to going back home late! Not feeling like working…half-done with my work (no idea when I will do the other half, or if I will do it at all)…listening to a song over and over again (have been doing this since day before yesterday)…not thinking of anything in particular…just watching a regular corporate day. Having said that, don’t you think corporate life is boring? Or any job for that matter? Agree…I need to save my job, everybody needs to. But this whole idea of living life this way kind of sucks! Was talking to a friend the other day…he was cribbing about his team, sales target, and what not. Went on for half an hour… I was bored to the point of telling him, “Quit your job! Nobody will die if you d

Twenty five long years…long and eventful…at times uneventful… Can’t help but wonder…what if… What if?? What if what?? These ‘what ifs’ surround my existence today…weird but true!! Ok…getting down to the point…actually I have nothing better to do…its Thursday night (will be Friday soon…maybe by the time I publish this) …am tired and bored and intellectually and emotionally drained out…done with all my rituals (I mean courtesy calls to all my friends and relatives)…waiting for God knows what (now how is He supposed to know if I myself don’t)… thinking should go to bed as I have to drag myself to office tomorrow (or today…whatever)… and in between these thoughts, am comfortably typing down all these stupid thoughts!! Wait? Are they really stupid? The stupidest is yet to come!! Have been thinking of writing for quite a few days now…but its not happening! So now, with nothing better to do, thought would as well give it a try! Coming back to what I started off with…twenty fiv

Guess what…the MONSOONS are here!! Time for the rain-walker in me to wake up!! Believe me…was trying pretty hard to let her slumber continue...by ‘her’ you know whom I mean, right? That kid in me who loves walking in the rain…not because she loves crying, but because she loves the feel of rain on her face. It’s not that I don’t try…it’s just that every time I see the rain, I feel I just found a part of me that was lost!! Each time…every time…. As a kid I used to love rain…monsoons meant class teacher announcing rainy day…walking back from school all wet…walking down water logged streets intentionally taking the long way to make sure I spend a few extra minutes with my first crush… mom scolding and threatening, “next time you get wet, am not gonna wash your clothes”…me wondering why are all mothers so anti-rain. As I walked in the rain, I silently used to pray to God to wash away all the pages of my history book! Rain changed its meaning as I grew up! A hot cup of coffee a