Today I happened to access my own blog after long time and found that there have been only five (5) odd posts in this whole month so far which is lowest count in long long time. I had never thought that I will ever be writing so less but when you start thinking hell more, you don’t find enough time to ponder all those thoughts and that’s what has been happening with me. Life has been going through too many twists and tosses in last couple of months and they are at peak presently. Not that I don’t have anything to write specially when I have been traveling KMs of distance, watching movies, listening to songs, getting into parties etc etc - all as usual though in lesser quantity but haven’t been in mental situation to write about anything.

At one time, I had become a typical caffeine addict, the one who couldn’t survive without cups of coffee. Coffee was the primary ingredient to start the day, then keep me moving throughout the day, even when on prowl, talking with friends, feeling thirsty, first thing to prepare in kitchen or just for sake of putting something in stomach. The time when I used to keep record of my addiction to make me remind those days when I get away with this habit completely.

This is the time when I am finding myself to be almost free from caffeine addiction. The time when I can live without coffee for many days. And I don’t need any substitute for keeping me away from coffee (that was my first experience when I gave up tea and cold-drinks by replacing them for coffee thinking that I can avoid my addiction towards drinks). Although breaks are good and coffee used to be synonym for that but for now,a break itself means a lot more than just coffee. I am in self-control. I am happy!

Song: Lamha Lamha (Gangster)

Ah what a feeling you get when you know that someone somewhere in this world is liking your work and has managed to tell you about that (I find later part tougher than the previous one).

Someone considers my blog as addictive and I am kinda person have fan. Few wonderful comments were left over my Guest Book recently giving me another reason to be happy for rest of my life and to keep continuing writing / blogging the way I am doing.

I wish I had met you to thank you in person for the words. Here is a card created for you.

I was about to take a pen from stationary and I found that only choice that I had was for Red pen and I went long back into past. I didn’t use to like red color at all sometime and with time, I have developed habit of at least bearing with this color.

There was enough time to think about the history of why I always disliked Red color although many people love it. Walking towards Light Rail station at Crossman, I realized that this is one of the characteristics which remained attached to me since my childhood when I had just started going to school. That time the only pen color teacher used was Red. I didn’t like  the crosses on notebooks which were obviously of same color. The test marks (although I used to do well) were given in Red color. Any remarks on school diary (now that’s where I was always counted as naughty) were also written in Red color. If many of these things weren’t bad for me, I used to feel bad for the ones who cursed themselves on getting something really Red. Red became synonym of evil for me with time. It was the color most avoided, be it anywhere, not only pens but food, cards, gifts, clothes, books and even the blood.

Later on, as I grew, even the tutors started using pens of other colors but the stamp on mind remained as fresh as sweet lemonade. I could never run out of my this haphazard inclination (with additions with likes of red for communism etc.). After trying overriding it, all I could manage was not to whammy about Red but still not accepted it personally. There happen to be many instances that I disliked/rejected girls just because they loved Red color or they were wearing the one all over…funny eh.

I replied her,

Your basic goal of being in this world should be to keep everyone happy, to bring smiles whenever possible, be it only once for now.

 

No matter what kind of job you are doing, how much money you are making, what kind of status you are having, feeling of bringing one smile on someone’s face is priceless and is worthier than anything else. You find that your purpose of living on this planet for one more day is fulfilled.

 

You should be keep trying and inclined towards your aim because only happy people make this world more beautiful and hence, much better place to be at, giving you the best reason to live for one more day.

Logically it turns out that you are bringing motive for yourself to survive and that is where Law of Conservation of Energy makes sense .

Of course sometimes I myself feel very low and look forward for someone to make me cheer at least once but if that doesn’t happen for long time, I start recalling past joyous moments like

the time when I used to be serious quite often (during grad) and few wonderful tutors always used to keep brightness on their face for me

OR

when my friends used to try hard to make me grin all of sudden

OR

how can I forget all those stupid episodes of my life which I have still been keeping up with.

Even then if I don’t find myself cheerful enough, HE is always there for me to create another episode and there I am, running after Light Rail to catch it and sometimes having beautiful encounters…and other times, I keep expecting .

Alas! had I gotten my camera today and I had posted one of the most beautiful smiles I came across.