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I am really happy today. I have been telling almost everyone I know about my blog and a few ppl have actualyl been kind enough to read the blog and then to also comment on some of my work!

It makes me feel honored to know that i have such wonderful people around me. Infact a couple of ppl even called me up and requested that i read out the last post to them.

I am feel all inspired and can literally feel the creative juices flowing once again. Life sure has it's own ways of moving up and down!

As i was speaking to people and reading out my own post, i suddenly realised that there was another, very powerful kind of human being who had not been addressed in my last post...

I have appened this to my previous post...

Do use the link on your left to send me mail to jsut leave ur comments...

aios amigos,
Jaideep

It seems that there are those of us who treat life as journey to be completed. So intent on reaching the destination that they just miss out on the fun of the trip. Though they know not (or atleast pretend that they don’t know) what the destination is, all they want to do is to rush toward it. Not wanting to stop and smell the flowers along the way. Not wanting to sit and admire the sunset of that glorious evening. Not even smile at the angel that touches them. Not waste anytime at all...

Then it seems like there are those of us who treat life like a blank page waiting to be filled. They want to write a story. The story of their lives. They expect a lot from life. They want to be the authors of their own destiny. Even they have no idea what the final destination is, or where life will finally take them. Or what words their pens will draw on the sheet of their lives…

Then again there are those who think that life is just another... Another what? They think that a lot of things happen that they cannot explain, it is mysterious, magical, scary, uncontrolled and wild… Life too just happens. Just like the rising sun, the singing of the birds, the falling of the rain, the beating of the heart. They do not make those things happen, they just happen. So why bother...

But then there are those of us who just love life. For no reason whatsoever, we are hopelessly in love with it. Everything is so beautiful. Perfect. So wonderful that no matter how bad things get, they could always be worse. These are the people I personally am inclined to like more than the others. They are the ones who are always full of jest. Full of wonderful warmth that infects the others around them with a feeling of joy. There are also those who have learnt a lot in life. They know that life is not all that bad, as it seems the first time around. They too travel. They have acknowledged that there is still more to be learnt. They take all the time in the world getting from one place to another. Though they may not be travelling all that fast, they are getting there. They lead a quiet life, not getting into any tangles just enjoying the simple pleasures that life has to offer.

There are also those who live life like a battle to be fought. Like many wars to be won. They fight. With people around them, with things that happen; wth themselves. They struggle through life giving each task everythng they have. They wonder if there was a ever a god - for if there was, then would he have ever let those thngs that happened, happen? They struggle, and fight and sacrifice. But to what end? What is their stand? What is their cause? Who are they fighting against? What is their live's mission? They just go on fighting and fighting and fighting....

Then there are those who awaken and suddenly discover that they have already embarked on a journey. And that they have lost a lot of time. They start doing their best to make up for that lost time. Running, scrambling, panicking, crying, sobbing, laughing, getting hysterical, taking a deep breath. But doing…

But from those too there are those who lead a life a life so complex, so intricate, that maybe even God himself could not help but smile at the life that they have led. They rise from the bowels of poverty and want, from a position where love and care, and comfort are but mere words in the mouths of others. They lift themselves up from there to a position where they can now give to those less fortunate than themselves what they had once craved...

Stories of those who rose from rags to riches are not wanting. But even of those there are the people whose lives takes them a full circle. Bringing them back to the very crossroads of life from where they had once started their journeys. They think that they will never again look their old ways, but can one predict what colours life shall weave?...

sunday musings...

In pursuit of my new found determination to make sure that i keep this blog updated, Here I am...

In the morn of a lazy sunday, mug of coffe in hand i bang away at my key board. "Whatever for?", i hear myself ask. Is there anyone who actually will ever even read this?

Anyways.. I ahve got around to telling a few ppl that this place exists and i have been getting pretty interesting feedback on the blog. A friend of mine was really curious abt what had happ on the 12th of march? To be very honest, i'd forgotten. When i read read my posting of that 12 of march 2004, it hit me that the post was intense indeed. But what happpened on that day to make me post that post, I have no clue! :)

Then there was another person who came back and told me that the posts seems to be forced! That got me thinking. How can posts be "forced"? I mean it is not like ppl put a gun to a man's head and say "write". I look back at my own blog and think, i have been irregular. Why? Is this important to me at all?

I sit and i ponder, seeing the clouds in the coffee... There seems to be a larger issue here........ I used to write. Infact I was working on two books of my own. And then something happened. Somwehere down the line I stopped. I kept fooling ppl into believeing that i still wrote, and tht my works were still works in progress. But c'mon! Gimme a break! No one can have work in progress for nearly half a decade! That is just so unbelieveable!

To me writing is important. It is an important outlet for all that i think, feel, experience. I want to get back to writing and more. I want to restart a life and here i am.... This to me is important. It matters not who reads this, or wht they think. What matters is that I write!

However, you sending in ur comments / mails will really help motivate me. ;) Use the link to your right and send me a mail. Also any comments / tips on how i could improve this blog are most welcome!

adios,
jaideep

misc musings...

hi...

this is once again a post after ages. Life just seems to go on and on an on for ever, wihtout ever taking a break.. what i've also realised (as of last weekend) is that YOU have to take a break. And not expect life to take a break - pretty obvious, but when it hits you, it hits you.

Its like having the knowledge and then having an insight, two completely differnet things...

why is life like this? infact wht is life itself?.................... more this soon... think abt it...

jaideep