Sometimes we know people as they have introduced themselves, and have memories with them –picture perfect kinda. Time is a misleading thing; I will never be convinced that if you had time you knew somebody better. Time has nothing to do with it. You may never know how some people wish for your well-being and secretly you mean world to them. You may never be thankful for something good happened to you because of them. They derive happiness by observing you happy. Wait, there’s a word for it –“blessing”. There is sometimes unsaid story that was not privileged with words to be explained. Sometimes explanation kills the beauty and innocence of it. When you summarize a story in few words it becomes like distilled water –it will satisfy your hunger but it will be tasteless.
Some people will only remember you when they have to share their story, their success, their sorrow –like they are openly demanding to be your nucleus and control you. And this is not the only thing, they will cut you lose of their friend list if you don’t agree to their terms and conditions. They will click pictures with you and tag you. Share jokes with you and laugh on your tragedies and they will never be around you when you want to count on them. There’s a word for them too –“fair weather cocks”.
How great it feels like to be kid again. I kinda felt like jumping when I found Haruki Murakami’s books in Crossword. I never saw Murakami in it. I picked like 5 of his books and read like 20 pages of The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle and I liked the name Kumiko –I like names of his novel characters (Sumire, Naoko, Midori, Miu). Before that I kinda played with Iron Man mask. Yup –that happened. I usually feel, I knew the half story when I get to know the other part of it and it makes me think how much more did I miss.
How we have become victims of fanatic urban lifestyle. How much important phones are? Suppose a group of friends sitting in a café and all are involved in phone. Really, you have to do that? If yes, don’t hang out with me and ask that damn phone to accompany you when you have bouts of loneliness. Ironic it is, ain’t it? You not feeling good and you message a friend and they send hugs over phone. Wow, that feels better? People addicted of reading on Kindle never understand reading a book, feeling the pages and smell of it. How many of you are happy to see 10 unread mails? How many of you run on your toes when a bell rings and you receive a letter? Virtual world looks beautiful, but you never belong there. Some things just can’t be replaced.
I gotta do more of dancing and travelling. I realized I have kinda stopped doing that, like I have never started. There are so many things to start, so many habits to quit. There is always something beyond to look for, just because you can not see doesn't mean you've explored other possible dimensions. There will always be things we will miss to explore; experience and share. There is always something you can’t tell everyone. There’s always something most favorite to you. There is always something special. To be complete is not the goal, to be content is. Don’t make judgments on incomplete information. No matter how long you’re gonna live –live like you can’t ask for more. Signing out.. may God bless y’all.. :)