Life’s ironies juxtapose themselves with contradicting paradoxes. The rules with their don’t’s, the games with their fouls, work with its crossovers, signs with their off-limits, policy with its offences all individually happen simultaneously. We are told something and we see its flip side. We promise one thing and go the reverse route. We make resolutions and colonize on the routine.

Words tell us one thing, their realization another, their hidden meaning something else and their wisdom something totally different. Expressions fraud, voices hoax, phrases ploy, decisions deceit and analysis tricks. In this ever-changing world, existence is stagnant. And we move motionless.

We take what we’re told, think what we like, act in reverse and want another result. Our opinions, visions, actions, and conclusions are on the same page with different country codes and we often find ourselves doing what we hate in a way we ought to, with a process we shouldn’t follow and getting the outcome precise to what it is supposed to be. Or we act in a way that differs to what we want, to get exactly what we had in mind in the first place.

Nevertheless the contrariness of the contrary, contradicting the converse is what life is all about. And that couldn’t be more conflicting.

If only people came with taxes. Outside facebook world, it already is a little taxing to write on people’s walls, without stalking them first. No picture scroll to sum up all the parties, wardrobe, and attended vacations. No “About Me” with smashing punch words. No rolling-on-the-floor-laughing “Quotes” and certainly no “Like” button. Not one we can use publicly anyway.

In the real world, the high-priced braggers come with a value added tax, which of course no one likes to pay. Then there’s octroi for those from metropolitan cities zooming through life as fast as possible. Duty-free may be limited at airports because international arrivals often have the highest import tax.

Since there isn’t a barcode to actually scan the value of a person, most people craft their own price tags and carry it around, hanging onto their iphones. It’s hard to tell the duplicates from the original. These days you are determined by how many Apple products you own, where you gym, what shopping bags you throw away and what the background is on your profile picture.

If only there was a CAPTCHA verification for each individual.

The Big Bad Wolf sometimes sneaks into our homes and tries to huff and puff our reality away.

There are dreams. And then there are difficulties. There are aspirations and then there is adversity. Each vision together with its compound adjective.

While blowing on the candles, we must make sure that we don’t blow the wishes away either. It’s a touch of luck and a lot of hard slog that puts a flag at the end of the excursion. On a single day, there are so many instances that there is sunshine and rain and broken sky. An elastic version of that is our trail of life. A little to put sun block on, a little with the umbrella and the rest where we spread out our arms and enjoy the winds.

Of course its not bad all the while. There will be stops where we tent in and sleep, or hike out for adventures. And if it doesn’t, we make sure it does. The sweat and struggle is only worth it when we learn to enjoy and embrace.

There will be rusty roads and broken boulevards but we skip and jump and dodge it all because what matters is not how greasy our trousers become at the end but that it managed to stay on us all this while.

And all we have to do is make sure our home is made of bricks.

The thought dyed my mind just like the soy sauce on the wall, the result of the bottle I dropped. It’s rubbish to be regretful or remorseful or even rampant. We all, at odd times, become a squat and stump on life. But the real HumptyDumpty has a fall when he/she does not sweep the crumbs of cry and move on.

Let cruelty be cruel and brutality be brutal. It is the ultraviolet of our day. We don’t stop going out, we just screen it away.

I went into it too; this dip of depression. But I was fortunate to have my sand dollar with me. I was swayed into settlement with my sorrows. They were mere words. But influential words caked with courage, and console and love. After that tears were pretending to fall but held no worth and a trickle of smile cornered my lip.

It’s all because of that shining star. Because that is how I get my light.

So whenever it happens. When we become agitated. Dismal. Alone. All we need to do is reassure ourselves that there is someone out there. That it all will pass and we must hold on for just a little bit more.

And that’s what makes it all worth it.

We wake up from our messy beds every morning only to deck up for a day sweating of work or study or both and sometimes we forget to knot the tie to our hidden temptations.

Think about a swanky make-over to our room or the pleasurable disaster of an outrageous dish. How often does it happen? We all want to throw a bucket full of paint into our lives but the bail seems to be stolen. Or has the cloudburst washed it all away.

The little excitements that life carries are bushed out of serotonin. When rain droplets waltz across the window pane and we skate our finger along, is it exciting? Or when we return our glance at picture frames in the dusty showcase, or the ridiculous doodles in the corners of notepads, is it exciting?

The colors of a playground, the sequins on letters from friends, potted friendship bands, muddy college paths on rainy days, songs re-visited, all draw stripes onto a plain day of mine. The excitement is like when you see your favorite person’s chat name flash in the taskbar. Small yet significant.

We see kids trotting on alternate tiles or laughing at their friend’s milkshake mustache but where are we? In a robotic routine that makes our everyday, even Sundays have lost their dignity. Its true that the childish fantasies of the coming tomorrow or the thrill for ordering Chinese is not what it used to be like. But this is absurd.

We have all tried to look up at the sky during the rains. The only difference, is that the thrill never grew up with us.

Why are we always after the already-being sought? That same direction we tend to follow as what everyone else is running after. Our inclination is crushed by our mind’s orders to simply do the same as what the world around us is doing. Why not take up a new path, a brand new course? Why not invent our own…

Forget about petty choices, let’s think bigger. Our selection of profession determines our character, our potential, our prospect, our welfare. We all wanted to be a new personality every day when we were of tender age. Whether it was an artist, a teacher, an architect, a scientist, a dancer or what not, we all built and lived in our own dream world where we were the controller. As the realization of our age hits and the influence of the norms fell on us, our dream world puffs up in smoke and we are left with not even its dust to remember.

Engineer, doctor, businessman. These are considered the greatest, finest and wisest occupations. Every thing else simply is not even worth looking into anymore. We judge people’s mental and physical capacity by these professions. And why not, they are certainly worth the recognition but amidst the praise of these accepted professionals, we loose the acknowledgment of those other people who have made a decision to blow up a different bubble.



Be a disk jockey or a video jockey for that matter and take up a job where you are more than amusing others. You are a therapist; easing, relieving, entertaining with music, and with words.

What about a bar tender (or a bar manager)? Mix up your hip movements with your charming attitude in a shot and pour your customer that drink that makes them forget their day!

How about an air hostess where you soar the skies and provide a service amongst the sun’s rays and the clouds.



Why knock on a door which already has a long waiting line? Why find that perfect job and then our talent, why not the other way round? Why convince our mind when we know that there is a tweak of light waiting to shine outside the grays of society’s regulars. Forget about looking up to your icon or admiring the works that great somebody. Let’s make it happen with your talent. Before success comes inclination, that fondness to squeeze the sap from of your own dreams hardening into a substance that will stick forever. Scuba diver guide, anchoring a travel show, wedding planner and so on, these are just a few grains of ideas that are more than imaginings.

They are possible.

We all know there are opposing viewpoints on each and every subject of life. But when there are two answers, then it just becomes all an utter confusion.



This is a quote about the future: “You can't change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying about the future” . The understanding of this would be to simply live for today and you sort of absorb this into you but then when you come across this other quote then you fall into an uncertainty. Charles F Kettering writes: “My interest is in the future because I am going to spend the rest of my life there”, which is basically saying that there is nothing as important than the coming tomorrow. I mean obviously I am one of those people who are influenced by great men who have something to contribute to the world, even if by words. But who do we listen to here?

Let’s take a more concerning issue now. Life. Albert Einstein said “Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile”. Straight and simple. Live for others. If Einstein says it, it must true! But wait. What’s this? Neal Peart here states “Live for yourself -- there's no one else more worth living for. Begging hands and bleeding hearts will only cry out for more”. As if we already didn’t realize that life is not this simple. So who do we follow with this one? Make life lived for others or for your own self?


Let’s forget this and talk about love. Wow. Barbara De Angelis says “Love is a choice you make from moment to moment”. Fair enough. Love might just happen because of your own decision made. Hold on there. John Dryden now says that “Love is not in our choice but in our fate” or how about this one: "Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you was beyond my control". I mean now there are two against one but is this all really about a side winning with the most tally or is this a battle of words?


Confusion. Confusion. Confusion. Who do we listen to and who do we get inspired by? Quotes, as we all know, are the rays of inspiration, the drops of confidence on your mind and soul but when we come across quotes on the same topic but opposing recommendations, it just becomes really hard to soak up the information. When the most important issued like life, love and the future are so perplexing, is there any need to move on to the smaller topics?



Here are some more quotes to 'guide' you...




-ROBERT JAMES WALLER: Life is never easy for those who dream.

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-ANAIS NIN: Dreams are necessary to life.



-OVID: All things change; nothing perishes.

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-HENRY DAVID ThOREAU: Things do not change; we change.



-ALLAN K. CHALMERS: The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.

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-FREDERICK DELIUS: There is only one real happiness in life, and that is the happiness of creating.

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I’ll tickle, you laugh
I’ll play so you seek me
Jump with excitement and I’ll holler with joy
Cuze’ that’s me! A tint of sweet and a bit of silly


And you’re…
The pendant to my necklace, the mirror on my wall
The mascara to my eyes, the sugar to my smoothie,
The fringe to my hair!


I’d act lost on purpose,
So you can act all plucky and come to my salvage
And when you discover my ploy, I’d put on my charming act
‘Cuze we both know it was all an excuse anyway


So be the song and I’d be your remix
I’d be the gum and you be the bubble
You be the popcorn and I’d be your caramel
And I’d be cell phone and you be the talk-time!


So you stay that hunk and I’d stay my glossy
And we’ll keep surfing on the waves of our fondness ‘cuze I now you’re a mélange
After all you’re a kiss of sour and a touch of syrupy and I’ll be waiting…
For that strawberry smooch....

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Bring water to a boil, add happiness stalk, then stir. Put in it two spoonfuls of sugar, a dash of pepper, and a bowl of surprises. Then mix in diced challenges and chopped concerns. Cook for 10 minutes and add salt to taste. Serve with delight garnishing and satisfaction sauce.


If only life were this simple.


I look around and I say this with the most candid observation, that people have forgotten to raise their lips upwards and, smile. Responsibilities, duties, job, obligations, requirements are all one side, all equally important, but being plain happy lies on the other scale. Why then is the balance not uniform? We have become so solemn, so humorless, most of us at least. We surely can handle responsibility with a content strength of mind. No matter what superstition you try to solve, or who you worship, life is still going to hand you the bag of jelly beans as it would do otherwise. The only difference is what you do with the color and flavor you dislike; swallow it, throw it, or even better, exchange it!

Let’s forget about our worries just for a little bit and actually live life. Laugh uncontrollably, chatter incessantly, play our own little games, fool around, relax, and pamper ourselves! I mean I know this is unrealistic for day-to-day basis but we should allocate some time for ourselves too. That Monday feeling is loathed by each and every one of us but a fresh start can only come after a combination of recreation and respite to the body and soul. Take a walk, meditate, indulge yourselves in the natural world, tickle your taste buds, or do something bizarre! After all, our bodies need that constant servicing to repair the exhausted batteries and loose bolts too!

Let’s put it in a simpler way shall we? Life is a mailing account. We get spams of irritations, which we have to delete. Then we get inbox of attachments about love, friendship, happiness which we store. There are also the occasional mails which we label junk and move to the trash. Our contacts are those who we interact with on and off. Some of us prefer shortcuts to every step and prefer to save every given second. Our little calendar on the sidebar helps us keep track of the reminders and things-to-do and of course the mini chat which we use to relive our stress. The information underneath will let you know how many megabytes you have utilized with life’s oncoming information. There are drafts to help us take our time and compose the perfect mail. And when life fails to load, we use the HTML version. After all that hard word, let’s turn on the labs feature and take time to play snake on our own monitor of life!

You’re walking down the road, on a lovely sunny day, with your own little cheery smile. Then suddenly you feel a splat of something on you. Yep. Its bird shit. That’s how you feel with life sometimes; a mishmash of irritation, of melancholy, of exasperation that changes the wallpaper of your face! But over the days, upon traveling, and meeting all kinds of people I’ve discovered that there is a chocolate center to the chewy crust of life and to accept and walk on is the solution, even though there is another bird waiting to shit on you.

The summer of 2009 has really changed me. I have become more positive, more enthusiastic and have learnt to accept all kinds of circumstances, no matter if they come with a scratched surface or in a decorative packaging. Actually I think I’ve always been like this but the excitement of being someone, now that school is over, cloaked my personality. But now, knowing that I have friends who will smack me if I change, and not for the better, and family for whom I have no worthy-enough words for, I am ready to serve against all odds with a smash from the very first hit.

I mean even I have those days where I feel like getting a mosquito zapper and spanking all those people whose only delight is so see you miss a step on the ramp of life. Now, I am just too secure to care. There is so much to look forward too! Studies, friends, travel, opportunities, and college! Its not only these ½ star rating moments that are my memories, I have some of the most fabulous reminiscences of my life. From astounding secrets, to those moments where my stomach hurts from the non-stop hysterical laughing, to tender moments that have made me sleepless for nights and to the silly and naughty little shenanigans that I’ve been a part of. I have never learnt to love my life more!

When chewing gum gets stuck in your hair, you have no option but to cut it off but eventually that hair grows back, more plush, more beautiful. We all want to troubleshoot life ever so often but we have all the answers and yet we’re so busy finding them! I am not bragging nor am I swanking about myself. But life has handed me my share of lemons and I’ve simply leant to toss ‘em back and ask for strawberries instead!!