Sunday, January 20, 2008

hostel lyf

Carefree life is a privilege which the workaholic will avoid even in the wildest of their dreams. But some long to have such kind of life, where they have got no assignments, no responsibilities and no one to question them. They get what they desire at the slightest effort. They have the latest facility available and life is completely cool. Then there are some who live life their way. It can be anything, music, sports, girls, food, studies, movies, computers, or even gossiping. If they are into it, nothing stops them from doing what they like. Any guesses, where do we get to see such diverse species?

Hostels! Obviously. These welcome us to an amalgamation of cultures. The activity as well as inactivity is worth observing. One gets to see here, an environment of opposites, Silence and din, rock and soft, drunkards and ascetics, cigarette and incense sticks, theists and atheists, optimists and pessimists. One can go on and on, endlessly describing the ambience of a hostel. Away from the plains and heat, in these hills we learn the lesson of life i.e. to adjust, accommodate, and adapt to the circumstances.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Facing the heart

Face is the mirror of heart. But not many people listen to their heart. It is the mind which thinks and it is seldom right. When bonding of hearts clash with boundaries of mind it becomes difficult to take decisions.

Face is the mirror of heart and when body movements compliment the face, what should be the response of the two people involved …should they succumb to the morals of practical life or should they allow their soul to take charge, neglecting the prohibitive vibes emanating from the mind.

Face is the mirror of heart. It is reflective of how good one is at heart. Face gleams if heart feels happy, frowns when gloomy. The rosy cheeks tell that the heart is beating for someone. Fiery eyes signal hate. When there is a heart break, the face weeps. When the heart feels good, the face wears a smile.

Face is the mirror of heart, though sometimes, the differences arising out of the clash between the mind and the heart lead to deceptive looks. You try to laugh aloud but the still eyes say it all. It is human to fabricate a false laughter and humane to be what you are.

Face is the mirror of heart. The heart can pump life but can’t think. The mind can think but can’t pump life. Making a choice is difficult.

This is dedicated to someone who is liked by all and loved by one.

Don’t think, listen to your heart.

Adieu