Kuchh Pal Zindagi Mein….

Hai Kuchh Din Ki Yeh Zindagi…..

Jee Le Isse Gale Se Laga Ke….

Muskurahaton Ko Chheen Ke

Khushiyon Ko Saath Bhaga Ke…

Inn Vadiyon Mein Kahin Kho Jaa…

Hai Kuchh Pal Iss Zindagi Mein…

Inhe Jee Bhar Ke Jiye Jaa….

 

Ek Seher Kisi Dost Ke Saath…

Ek Lamha Kisi Khaas Ke Saath…

Sambhal Uss Pal Ko Apne Paas….

Dil Mein Jalaye Rakh Ek Aas….

Aate Rahenge Yeh Pal Tere Paas…

Hai Kuchh Pal Iss Zindagi Mein…

Inhe Haste Haste Jiye Jaa…

 

Woh Tapri Pe Doston Ke Saath Chai…

Woh Kehna “Mera Ek Kaam Kar De Bhai…”

Raatein Kati Hai Uske Saath Phone Pe…

Mehekti Hai Yaadein Aaj Bhi Uske Chehre Se…

Koi Leke Aao Inhi Lamho Ko Wapas….

Tarasti Nigaahein Sab Ko Dekhne Ke Liye Bas…

Hai Kuchh Pal Iss Zindagi Mein…

Inhe Chhupa Le Apne Dil Ke Paas….

 

Na Aayenge Yeh Pal Kabhi Dobara…

Waqt Nikaal Ne Pe Bhi Na Hogi Mulaqat…

Niraash Na Ho Fula Khushi Ka Gubbara…

Utha Phone Aur De Waqt Ko Maat…

Jo Mil Paaye Saare Log Ek Saath….

Fir Jannat Swarg Yahin Hai Tere Haath…

Hai Kuchh Pal Iss Zindagi Mein…

Inhe Bhar De Muskurahaton Ke Saath!!!

 

 

Just another girl in just another city

Almost 2 years completed in a vast city-Pune and she still feels she has not explored it yet. A couple of years back, a girl in her mid-twenties moves from her native to a huge city to fulfill her dreams. The initial months included loads of troubles, fighting for basic necessities however she sailed through them as she saw her dream coming true. It was a new life completely with new city, new house, new inmates, new surroundings, new food, new language and new friends. She felt a strange connection with the city. She felt good. On the top of the world.

Oddly enough, life seemed to have a totally different plan for her. Her dreams shattered and the path to her goals detoured. It felt she immediately hit a black wall in a dark space and she was groping around to find something familiar. Something to cling to. Something to regain the enthusiasm. Something to bring back the smile.

Hope. A ray of hope was all that she needed to survive in that eerie path she was forced to walk upon. After several attempts she managed to cling on the hope she found. On the way, she met negativity, anguish and despair. All the three readily became the best of companions for her and her neglect towards hope became visible. Still hope did not give up. As she travelled the path, she consumed courage, strength and optimism that lead to a tremendous fight with her previous 3 companions.

Eventually, the three bad friends were dropped from the convoy and the girl marched with her trusted friend hope and reliable friends – courage, strength and optimism. The lass discovered the road less travelled that was filled with marsh, damp and quicksand; only to lead to a beautiful green ways with trees, flowers, bushes and birds.

The war with situations is still on. She has now found a new road to her goals and ambitions despite the detour. The girl accepted the detoured path and made her own. She sat on top of a hillock one day overlooking the city and said to the city….

“Initially when I met you, I fell in love with you instantly. However you hated me and dint want to accommodate me. You tried all your ways to kick me off from this city however, I stayed. The journey horrified me and even though now I hate every part of you; I have simply accepted you as a part of my life. It’s no more a love-hate relation but a compromising one. I am here to stay, no matter what. Like most other girls who fulfilled their dreams, I will fulfill them too and not run away like those who could not make it to their destination.”

The girl then realized she was “just another girl in just another city”. Nothing special. Nothing over the top. A plain agreement with life in that city.

The Inner Conflict

A wounded, scared and bruised inner self that does not connect with the outer entity is a partial existence of oneself. It is difficult to live without the two being in synchronization with each other. Life is dull and bland- more mechanical with the Inner Conflict.

Certain scars in life are deep rooted that affect this inner self and lose connectivity with the spiritual side of you.  Things are not easy. It’s harder each day as it passes when situations are out of control and not in favor of you.  However, time heals everything and hope is the gateway to newer horizons. Things get back to normal.

The question still remains. How to get re-connected with the inner you? The past may haunt you day in day out and instill fears of the unexpected. How to get over all these and be the same you were before troubles hit you?

Here are some ways to connect and get rid of the conflict:

• Go for a quiet walk every day.
• Spend time reading books or listening to music.
• Take a break from the routine and go for a holiday.
• Spend more time with your family.
• Meet old friends who will encourage you and talk with you.
• Engage in your hobbies that you might have left untouched over some time.
• Keep away from any addictive material like caffeine, alcohol etc.
• One needs quiet time everyday in silence to figure things out and answer certain questions.

Lastly, I would conclude this post by saying, hope is the key to survival during bad times but just surviving is not enough. The internal and external entities need to be well related in order to stay happy. Wish you a steady and peaceful life.

Excerpts from Zahir- Part 1

These are some of my favorite excerpts from the book The Zahir by Paulo Coelho. This book has indeed helped many lives to gain an in depth understanding about love, life, happiness, and spouse and continues to change lives of millions. A must have on the shelf. Recommended for those who love  spirituality and philosophy.

Zahir, in Arabic, means visible, present, in capable of going unnoticed. It is someone or something which, once we have come into contact with them or it, gradually occupies our every thought, until we can think of nothing else. This can be considered either a state of holiness or of madness.

Freedom continues to be the thing I prize most in the world. Of course, this has led me to drink wines I did not like, to do things I should not have done and which I will not do again; it has left scars on my body and on my soul, it has meant hurting certain people, although I have since asked their forgiveness, when I realized that I could do absolutely anything except force another person to follow me in my madness, in my lust for life. I don’t regret the painful times; I bear my scars as if they were medals. I know that freedom has a high price, as high as that of slavery; the only difference is that you pay with pleasure and a smile, even when that smile is dimmed by tears.

We humans have two great problems: the first is-knowing when to begin; the second is-knowing when to stop.

“I don’t know if everyone is unhappy. I know they’re all busy: working overtime, worrying about their children, their husband, their career, their degree, what they’re going to do tomorrow, what they need to buy, what they need to have in order not to feel inferior, etc. Very few people actually say to me: ‘I’m unhappy.’ Most say: ‘I’m fine; I’ve got everything I ever wanted.’ Then I ask: ‘What makes you happy?’ Answer: ‘I’ve got everything a person could possibly want—a family, a home, work, good health.’ I ask again: ‘Have you ever stopped to wonder if that’s all there is to life?’ Answer: ‘Yes, that’s all there is.’ I insist: ‘So the meaning of life is work, family, children who will grow up and leave you, a wife or husband who will become more like a friend than a real lover. And, of course, one day your work will end too. What will you do when that happens?’ Answer: There is no answer. They change the subject.”

“No, what they say is: ‘when the children have grown up, when my husband—or my wife—has become more my friend than my passionate lover, when I retire, then I’ll have time to do what I always wanted to do: travel.’ Question: ‘But didn’t you say you were happy now? Aren’t you already doing what you always wanted to do?’ Then they say they’re very busy and change the subject.”

Paulo Coelho’s Official Blog:
http://paulocoelhoblog.com/

Transition

Transition or a phase between 2 entirely different worlds is a very interesting time. I am flagging off my blog with this post as I am about to embark a new journey a week from now to a new world. As I write, I am already passing the transition phase from job front to academic life.

I am on a month long break before my college starts and that was the transition. From professional life to a college life, living in a flat with roommates to staying in a hostel, from cooking food for self to mess food, leaving some great friends to making new ones. It feels as if you are taking a 180 degree turn and seeing a new world in front of you. So here I am all geared up with a makeover-external and internal and prepared to face the challenges of 2 years ahead.

It has given me ample time to re-think and connect with self. The very much needed break gave me stability to calm my mind and compose myself. In line with my blog name-Sanguine Thoughts, I am ending the note on a cheerful way, feeling a “feel good factor” about the B-school, inmates and the surroundings!