Monday 2 December 2013
Wednesday 6 February 2013
Not everything is right about it but most of things are TRUE
Be careful of your friends & family
Sometimes we become so comfortable with the familiar people around us, we may not notice which of them may be toxic in our lives.
That toxicity may not even be intentional. Some folks can drain you of your energy, spirit, motivation, and overall enthusiasm towards living, and not even know it. We act primarily with our self interests in mind, and that can lead to blinders towards how those actions affect the ones around us.
One thing I've been working on, is solving my problems instead of sharing them. I also pay attention to those that come to me with their problems; many of the times, they're not looking for solutions, but rather an opportunity to vent & seek affirmation. When I try to provide practical steps, i'll get replies like "you don't understand".
I do understand though.
What they're really saying is "You're not agreeing & feeling sorry for me, so I'm going to dismiss your take on my situation". When you care about these people, this can take an emotional toll on you as well.
We need to put a bit more faith in ourselves that we can solve our problems. It's rarely a specific strategy we're lacking, but more so a will to step outside our familiar zone into something new (even if it's for the best).
We all got problems, it's not a competition of pain. We're all going through difficulties, that's the essence of life, and the sole means of progress if you think about it (no pain, no gain).
I know the futility of venting because I've vented to no avail on multiple occasions. I've also sat and given advice to close friends, who end up only changing when they were ready, and then, my advice wasn't needed.
Don't hold people down, and don't let people hold you down, no matter who they are in your life. Spend your existence on the people that bring you energy, excitement, happiness, wonder, inspiration, and laughter. There needs to be a level of emotional natural selection.
If people want to spend their time feeling sorry for themselves, they should do it without expense to others.
If you're one of those people, don't bring others down with you. The people that care about you are going through their own sh*t don't burden them with yours.
With that said, there's nothing wrong with asking for help, just don't let the person helping you regret the time & energy they spent to do so.
Trust yourself, you've been gifted with more than you know. Pay attention to whether you have a real problem, or just a fear of it's solution.
Sometimes we become so comfortable with the familiar people around us, we may not notice which of them may be toxic in our lives.
That toxicity may not even be intentional. Some folks can drain you of your energy, spirit, motivation, and overall enthusiasm towards living, and not even know it. We act primarily with our self interests in mind, and that can lead to blinders towards how those actions affect the ones around us.
One thing I've been working on, is solving my problems instead of sharing them. I also pay attention to those that come to me with their problems; many of the times, they're not looking for solutions, but rather an opportunity to vent & seek affirmation. When I try to provide practical steps, i'll get replies like "you don't understand".
I do understand though.
What they're really saying is "You're not agreeing & feeling sorry for me, so I'm going to dismiss your take on my situation". When you care about these people, this can take an emotional toll on you as well.
We need to put a bit more faith in ourselves that we can solve our problems. It's rarely a specific strategy we're lacking, but more so a will to step outside our familiar zone into something new (even if it's for the best).
We all got problems, it's not a competition of pain. We're all going through difficulties, that's the essence of life, and the sole means of progress if you think about it (no pain, no gain).
I know the futility of venting because I've vented to no avail on multiple occasions. I've also sat and given advice to close friends, who end up only changing when they were ready, and then, my advice wasn't needed.
Don't hold people down, and don't let people hold you down, no matter who they are in your life. Spend your existence on the people that bring you energy, excitement, happiness, wonder, inspiration, and laughter. There needs to be a level of emotional natural selection.
If people want to spend their time feeling sorry for themselves, they should do it without expense to others.
If you're one of those people, don't bring others down with you. The people that care about you are going through their own sh*t don't burden them with yours.
With that said, there's nothing wrong with asking for help, just don't let the person helping you regret the time & energy they spent to do so.
Trust yourself, you've been gifted with more than you know. Pay attention to whether you have a real problem, or just a fear of it's solution.
Friday 1 February 2013
Monday 28 January 2013
Let You Go Written By Varan
Let
you go
My eyes are still wet
My heart won’t still let
me forget
what you made me feel
My eyes are still wet
My heart won’t still let
me forget
what you made me feel
Five have passed
Months since you asked
If my love surpassed
the need to keep my principles alive
Months since you asked
If my love surpassed
the need to keep my principles alive
Passed have more than three
months since the decree
that we are free
and will be happy when we live apart
months since the decree
that we are free
and will be happy when we live apart
Ruins of the place where we met
Have not stopped cursing me yet
I know the sun is angry, the flowers upset
It’s time to let you go
Have not stopped cursing me yet
I know the sun is angry, the flowers upset
It’s time to let you go
The poems of love are turning dry
as the witnesses of that love cry
since I have already said the final good bye
It’s time to let you go
as the witnesses of that love cry
since I have already said the final good bye
It’s time to let you go
Memories
comfort no more
I feel you too have shut the door
to your heart which, I think, is still sore
It’s time to let you go
I feel you too have shut the door
to your heart which, I think, is still sore
It’s time to let you go
No more my logic let’s me hope
Since there’s no way I will elope
And because I can’t cope
It’s time to let you go
Since there’s no way I will elope
And because I can’t cope
It’s time to let you go
I broke the promises I never made
So you doubted my love and prayed
that one day I love, but you never weighed
my love for you, so It’ time to let you go
So you doubted my love and prayed
that one day I love, but you never weighed
my love for you, so It’ time to let you go
I accept the committed mistakes
I regret the pain and heartaches
But I beseech you to walk with me
and announce while into my eyes you see
“You let me go, and I let you go”
“I make you unbound and you set me free”
“I promise to move on, please let me go”
“Please let me go”
I regret the pain and heartaches
But I beseech you to walk with me
and announce while into my eyes you see
“You let me go, and I let you go”
“I make you unbound and you set me free”
“I promise to move on, please let me go”
“Please let me go”
Monday 21 January 2013
TMF- 1/21/2013-4.27
University of Life
Sometimes I think what are we going to do when we fail, when we see our friends/relatives our own people going away, breaking relations, stabbing on our back, hiding things? When we start doubting our personality, when we start questioning ourselves WHY I am like this or that? We know others are celebrating our griefs, what are we going to do when we fail and all this happens?I don’t know about you but I am going to look up from my toes, into the sun without flinching. I am going to walk out there alone, have a silent moment and then come out strong, grit my teeth and will take a guard to face the next problem (ball). My behaviour could change depending upon the situation and people but my passion for something will remain same. I will still be like a joker; I will laugh at myself, will make fun of myself and will make people happy.
If I know that I made a mistake I will say whatever has happened, happened, tell me how I can fix this or tell me what to do. That’s the only thing I can do. At the University of Life, admission is open to all. All I need is my mind, clever to pick up lessons. Smart to learn from mistakes. To things I have to learn. To things life has to teach.
My dear friends I cannot give up and you should not. I believe world is very short and life is beautiful in a way. People challenged me every time, they are trying to make me feeling less but I won’t give up listening to songs of birds, winds, watching sun rises, and setting the sun in the arms of sea.
Harry and Sally ........
Harry: I love you.
Sally: How do you expect me to respond to this?
Harry: How about you love me, too?
Sally: How about, I’m leaving.
Harry: Doesn’t what I said mean anything to you?
Sally: I’m sorry, Harry. I know it’s New Year’s Eve. I know you’re feeling lonely, but you just can’t show up here, tell me you love me, and expect that to make everything all right. It doesn’t work this way.
Harry: Well, how does it work?
Sally: I don’t know, but not this way.
Harry: How about this way? I love that you get cold when it’s seventy-one degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re lookin’ at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely. And it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
Sally: (feeling manipulated but also melting) You see. That is just like you, Harry. You say things like that, and you make it impossible for me to hate you, and I hate you, Harry. I really hate you. I hate you.
Sally: How do you expect me to respond to this?
Harry: How about you love me, too?
Sally: How about, I’m leaving.
Harry: Doesn’t what I said mean anything to you?
Sally: I’m sorry, Harry. I know it’s New Year’s Eve. I know you’re feeling lonely, but you just can’t show up here, tell me you love me, and expect that to make everything all right. It doesn’t work this way.
Harry: Well, how does it work?
Sally: I don’t know, but not this way.
Harry: How about this way? I love that you get cold when it’s seventy-one degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re lookin’ at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely. And it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
Sally: (feeling manipulated but also melting) You see. That is just like you, Harry. You say things like that, and you make it impossible for me to hate you, and I hate you, Harry. I really hate you. I hate you.
'Half Done'
Woh log bahut khush kismat thayjo ishq ko kaam samajhte thay
ya kaam se aashiqui karte thay
ham jite’ji mashroof rahe
kuchh ishq kiya, kuchh kaam kiya
kaam ishq ke aa’re aata raha
aur ishq se kaam ulajhta raha
phir aakhir tang aakar ham ne
dono ko adhoora chhor diya....'Faiz'
Translation:
Fortunate indeed were those
who took love as their business
or were in love with whatever they did.
I remained busy my whole life–
some love, some work.
Work came in the way of love
and love often impeded work.
Then, finally, in disgust, giving it all up,
I forsook them both, half done.
Thursday 17 January 2013
Seasons
Written By: Varan Mann ( a Friend), Photography: Sandeep
Seasons
have come and gone,
You
are still in my heart…
I love
you in silence
And I miss you secretly,
It was
summer,
Flowers were blooming,
Air was sweet,
I met you; and to me
It was the perfect time to meet
Then
came autumn,
The trees lost leaves,
I lost you, and you lost me,
Separation always hurts,
But it has a perfect time too
Through the autumn, survived my love,
Through the autumn, survived my love,
Season is what they call “winter” now…
When the sun hides, flowers die, and it snows
It’s not the cold that freezes me inside
It’s the thought that by the time
the sun rises again this love would be forever dead…
Yet,
this pleading reaches out to the time
The year is unfinished, my senses argue
There’s a sun for nascent lives that still needs to shine
There’s still one of the four seasons left for me to love you
My soul pleads let the spring come too,
Let the spring come too…
Wednesday 16 January 2013
The Most Dangerous
Most treacherous is not the robbery
of hard earned wages
Most horrible is not the torture by the police.
Most dangerous is not the graft for the treason and greed.
To be caught while asleep is surely bad
surely bad is to be buried in silence
of hard earned wages
Most horrible is not the torture by the police.
Most dangerous is not the graft for the treason and greed.
To be caught while asleep is surely bad
surely bad is to be buried in silence
But it is not most dangerous.
To remain dumb and silent in the face of trickery
Even when just, is definitely bad
Surely bad is reading in the light of a firefly
Even when just, is definitely bad
Surely bad is reading in the light of a firefly
But it is not most dangerous
Most dangerous is
To be filled with dead peace
Not to feel agony and bear it all,
Leaving home for work
And from work return home
Most dangerous is the death of our dreams.
To be filled with dead peace
Not to feel agony and bear it all,
Leaving home for work
And from work return home
Most dangerous is the death of our dreams.
Most dangerous is that watch
Which run on your wrist
But stand still for your eyes.
Most dangerous is that eye
Which sees all but remains frostlike,
The eye that forgets to kiss the world with love,
The eye lost in the blinding mist of the material world.
That sinks the simple meaning of visible things
And is lost in the meaning return of useless games.
Which run on your wrist
But stand still for your eyes.
Most dangerous is that eye
Which sees all but remains frostlike,
The eye that forgets to kiss the world with love,
The eye lost in the blinding mist of the material world.
That sinks the simple meaning of visible things
And is lost in the meaning return of useless games.
Most dangerous is the moon
Which rises in the numb yard
After each murder,
but does not pierce your eyes like hot chilies.
Which rises in the numb yard
After each murder,
but does not pierce your eyes like hot chilies.
Jan 16, 2013 – Tri-Metal-10.24
Abhi picchle baras ki to baat hai,
sardiyon ki khamoshi thi aur main tanha tha….
Aur fir bahaar ayee, tum aye, log aye, mehfil
lagi….
Raat-raat bhar thehhaake lagte rahe,
Chaand bhi nashe mein tha, chaandni bhi saroor
mein thi
Dheere-dheere raat dhalti gayee,
Saroor uterane laga, chaand chhupne laga
Sooraj ne bhi kale chashme pehan liye
Paido’n se patte peele hoke girrne lage
Ankho se kuch rang uterane lage,
Garam saanse baraf bannene lagi,
Parinde gharo’n ko lautne lage
Aur aur main khamosh ho gya,
Yeh abh ki sardiyon ki baat hai,
Aur main akela hoon fir se iss 'safar' mein.
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