Incoherence

Hmmm. So this post is not basically coz i really wanted to say something, it's because i haven't said anything for a long while. Time to get my thoughts flowing. So yeah.

What's it about life that gives you something to rejoice as soon as you feel like your world has ended? Why is it that even if you think of nine-hundred and ninety-nine possible outcomes of a certain event, life always presents the thousandth one? What's the invisible force that drives the entire world, and makes sure each one gets only what was meant for him/her? What's it that no matter what happens in the end, the quote "Whatever happens, happens for the best" turns out to be true, always - even though thinking of it as "happening for the best" would have seemed crazy at that point in time? What's it that makes perfection look so impossible to achieve, yet when you look back much later, you feel that it was the best thing that could've ever happened? Is God really THAT awesome?

Why is the world so uncertain? Why is it that one who dreams today of being a rock star or a sportsperson or a doctor, could just as easily be diagnosed with cancer tomorrow and die in a few months? Why is it that some people are born rich and can get whatever they want, and others relatively poor and have to look at the price-tag before everything they buy? Why is life so harsh and unforgiving to some people, and so blissfully pleasant to others?

Why are some people so averse to reconciliation, and like to keep a grudge every time? Why are some people who were years earlier your closest friends, don't even care to talk to you now? (and strangely, you don't feel like talking to them either)

And there's one more thing... which I was thinking about this morning. Is happiness the same as satisfaction, or to put it in another way, contentment? When do we feel happy? When we get what we want. When our desires are fulfilled. When we are satisfied. But there are also people (read saints) who have absolutely no desires and are still happy. So basically, even they are satisfied with their lives, and that's why they are happy. So, doesn't that make happiness and satisfaction synonyms? What do you think?

Go green, but sensibly

It's World Environment Day today. Friends, please don't do this:

An unforgettable era

There was a time when I used to sicken at the thought of going to college every morning. There was a time when I used to count how many months more I had to study in that place I referred to as 'hell'. Not anymore.

There was a time when I used to think that these two years were the worst ever phase of my life. But now that I look back upon it, it wasn't that bad after all - rather, it was actually good.

Yes, the schedule was terrible. I obviously didn't enjoy sitting in college and studying for twelve hours a day, when really, it wasn't that necessary. But I guess I've changed a lot in the last two years. I discovered an amazing set of friends whom I'd like to stay in touch with forever. (Heck, we didn't even have a proper farewell. I've met almost all of them after college got over somewhere or the other, but there's nothing like a nice farewell party. Anyway.) I've learnt to open up with people, get out of my shell once in a while, and experience the dazzling world out there. I've learnt to keep my temper in check, and trust me, it has worked wonders.

I've learnt to mingle equally with people who are just like me, and those who are exactly my opposite. I've learnt that hating someone is the most foolish thing a person can ever do. I've learnt not to take others for granted, and to analyze every single aspect in my head before I really hand over myself to anything. I've understood the fact that sometimes people can get hurt very much when I really don't mean to - which I'll definitely try to avoid in the future. I've learnt to take decisions on my own and be assertive, instead of always going with the flow. I've realised that if I really work hard on something, there's virtually nothing that can stop me from getting what I want - let it be anything. And I've learnt one of the most important lessons in life - that there is no place for average people in this world. If you have to survive, you gotta be outstanding.

I've learnt how to live.

First post, finally

Hi everyone!

What exactly does one write on his/her blog's first post? Do they give a brief introduction of themselves? Or do they talk about the reason they started blogging, and what made them do it? Do they give a summary of what their blog is going to be about? Or do they just start shooting away taking up some random topic? I don't know. And so, I'm not doing any of those here... rather, I'm doing precisely the thing that I wanted to do on this blog - I'm talking to myself. :P