Wake-up Call.

Every day, I wake up. I can hardly imagine anything more futile than this. Waking Up.

I wake up. I get fresh. I bathe. Get dressed for my office. Have breakfast. Every day, I lock my almirah and walk to the same spot to catch a bus/autorickshaw. The same script is running since last three months. And I wonder why! People discover what they want from their life. And I can only wonder about the randomness life has to offer. I board the same train everyday and don’t know where it drops me.

What do I want from Life? Well, I know what I don’t want from life. I wake up not to earn MORE money. And I certainly don’t think I wake up to please anyone. I am a person who prefers walking down a silent lane with solitude as my only companion. I prefer picking up a good book on weekend. And what are my wishes? I could only wish life was a long long weekend.

10 reasons why people remain unhappy.

1. Because they think happiness is measurable by possessions.
2. Because death scares them.
3. Because they keep fulfilling someone else’s dreams.
4. Because they have forgotten their childhood dreams.
5. Because they have buried their passion.
6. Because they take life as mere competition.
7. Because they are purposelessly racing for money.
8. Because they think ego can be satisfied.
9. Because they think happiness costs money.
10. Because they think only miracles bring happiness.

Let yours’ be someone’s source of inspiration…

I get inspired by small deeds of kindness. I believe such acts make one a good person, which in turn inspire me to do good!

Having lofty ambitions at one end while you are climbing the ladders of deceit and infidelity at the other won’t pay off. It is like digging your own grave for burying your fate. How can one remain lively in such a situation. His apprehensions will keep biting him!

Inspiration is a fodder for the soul. It gets our nerves racing.

Do share how you keep yourself inspired. What inspires you the most??

Lurking Past. (a poem)

like grey shades
in my memory
resides an apparition
of past untold, peeking
through the dim-lit halls,
screaming, like a child lost
on the shores of dreams untold,
like seas the beads of which
rise and fall,
like the dark of all seasons,
my explanations and reasons,
kills me slowly,
laying me bare
for men to feast…