WildChild

Strange arst thou vagaries, O contentment! We so look forward for certain things, and whilst they are done successfully; contentment, you breed happiness— albeit, with an admixture of strange emptiness tinged with lingering sadness.

Life is lived a goal a time. Short goals (things you so look forward to do, or things that motivate you to live for the immediate present) enliven the day-to-day proceedings, until the day the goal is achieved. You fall out of love for life going back to be mundane and banal. You need to look forward to another goal that excites you as much and you fall in love with life again.

It is indeed time for me to look fall in love again. Psst.. I am in love with life cos of a very beautiful reason, but need a reason to love professional life.

I shaped up in the last year. Added two inches to my rather envy of a waist. Also added 6 kgs to rather, only noticeable to a weighing machine, unknown places in my body.

Reasons enough to celebrate!

I feel alive again. I feel energy surging through my body. I aint no bored anymore at the place-that-should-not-be-mentioned-on-blog. I seemed to have found motivation, out-of-nowhere, to work hard.

Strange. I should not be feeling this.

Time will tell, considering my not-so-proud record of sustaining energy levels, how long this phase lasts. I usually sustain my energy levels in subtle acts of extreme physical exercise.

Doing small things, however insignificant, can bring immense joy; sometimes. Maybe in it lies the clue to an inert happy state.

If you are the problem, look inside; You will find the solution.

The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; The unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself.

Therefore, all progress depends on the unreasonable man.

- G.B. Shaw

Just because I feel bad, people should not stop doing things they want to do or like to do. I might be uncomfortable with certain things that you might do. I would prefer it if you do not do those things. If you do, then I dont blame you.

There is respectability, sometimes, in not trying to call others bluffs and pretending that you deem true their ‘lies’.

Saree, sensuous and elegant. The first thoughts that come to my mind.

I fell in love all over again, with the Saree. The lady in the movie looked divine in a saree. Absolutely smashing.  I became nostalgic.

It was last year. Now, don’t you ask me the date. She asked me to come to her cousin’s reception. She would be wearing a saree. I had been waiting to see her in a saree. I had always seen her only in Salwars and jeans and I always felt that she looked smashing in salwars.

My parents were here and I could not tell them where I was going so late in the night. I managed to lie. I knew they dint buy my lies. They knew what I was upto, and they were sweet enough to ignore my lies. But, they weren’t so sweet as to not tease me.

I had always heard from her, the catcalls, the whistles, the compliments she got when she wore a saree. I was so looking forward to seeing her.

I dressed up, quite decently for my usual dressing. I revved up and set out to meet her.

I reached the destination. Called her up. She said she had be down in a moment. She came down.

Blood rushed through my body. My heart fluttered. I was sure that everyone could hear my heart beating faster.  I had seen many a lady dressed in sarees. But, never one like this. She scorched the place. Adjectives were furiously fighting in my mind to place her. Elegant, sensuous, striking, lovely. These are but the few adjectives I used to describe her that day.

I was in love with her more than ever.

The saree seems to have been woven for her. It looked as if the saree was happy to drape and hug her. It seemed the saree was in love with her.