Number one on the list is that finally destiny allowed me to answer the call from Bangalore city and hence I will soon be saying good-bye to Hyderabad and stepping into a new phase. I can say life gave me a second chance and hell, I am going to make the best use of it.

The next good news is that I bought a new laptop after a long-lasting relation with my Acer Aspire 4720Z. This time it is HP pavilion G4

The last but not the least is I will be back to blogging and reading the blogs. I have not even been reading the blogs I usually follow and I sincerely hope that all my fellow bloggers and readers forgive me for the same.

So, in a week’s time, this blog’s hundredth post will come in its deserved grandeur, symbolizing the re-birth of myself and my blog after a long struggle See ya all soon in a week

Until later

P.S: This is not at all how I imagined writing a comeback post and that too, when I have achieved what I wanted for so long, but to hell with it. I am way too thankful and happy to care about all that.

A thin line. That’s all there is to life. Between every pair of opposites. Between happiness and sadness. I look through the frame and see how a few words can turn me into the most happy person on earth and how the lack of them makes me feel that life sucks big time. A thin line between comfort and discomfort. I see how 2 strangers who are going to share my room for the next weeks make me so comfortable as opposed to my normal discomfort in such cases. I also see the reason that is behind this, which is, I have experienced what it is to be lonely. And so now I appreciate even the strangers’ presence and constant babble. A very thin line between love and hate. I can see how I can so easily hate something that I love very much. A very thin line between feeling assured and anxiety. That thin line’s timing is less than a second. A blink is all it takes to make you feel assured and vice-versa.

A simple “I am there for you” can wash away the emptiness that is eating you from inside. Weakness and strength-separated by a thread. When I feel so weak, apparently I end up showing more strength. Nothing but survival instinct. Looking back, my most feared moments have proved I have been the bravest in my life during those moments. How mingled tears and laughter are. You cry when you are really sad and you cry when you are really happy. It is the threshold that when tipped over thrusts you into the opposite dimension with full force at a speed that’s so fast that you never know what hits you. A smile turns into a frown in a matter of a second. Darkness and light are reversed with one flick of a switch, even in our minds and not just in the outside world.

Always at the brim. Ready to overflow. One more drop, the tank starts flowing and never stops. It is always the way with emotions. There is no mastering them. If you think you have mastered emotions, it is just that you have not met your match and that’s why. When the tipping point is crossed, there is nothing to do but to tip over and fall headlong into the positive pit or the negative pit. Which you fall into is decided by life. Either way both pits are bottomless.

Until later

Post.S: If you understand what I have written, well, I am glad that there is one more person who feels so. If you don’t get it and think “what a load of crap!”, well, I apologize.

I am outta my hibernation To say the truth, I forced myself outta it because it could go on for a while given its way, but blogging is something that I cannot afford to give up for small troubles. So here I am to finish off the Hyderabad Series and start something else.

I present to you the last part of the Hyderabad Series…

This post I am going to cover food (Yeah I can see your mind jumping to ”Biryani” :P ). I am going to elaborate on the restaurants in and around Madhapur, for I have tried out most of the famous ones, being a foodie that I am. But please note that my comments are only for vegetarian items and for egg based dishes, for I do not venture beyond egg into the non-vegetarian section. I tried out the very famed Paradise Biryani for the first time at the Hi-Tech branch. I have to say, my taste buds were satisfied. Paradise clearly lived up to its expectations. After trying various dishes, I would say the best, in my opinion, would be Egg Biryani and Baby Corn Manchurian. In the same chain, Café Nandhini at Madhapur excels in South Indian Dishes as Dosas, Varieities of Idlis and the Pulav here beats the rest in the locality. I would recommend you to try each dosa here as all of them are fantastic. Another restaurant Taamaram that was opened recently has a similar menu and prices are also almost the same, while it provides a classier environment. My recommendation to you at Taamaram would be the Mushroom Masala Dosa and Tuti-Fruity Ice cream. And if you are forced to give a treat by your friends and you have a lighter wallet already, take them to Amantran at Madhapur. The food here is pretty good and it is not that expensive. Same would go for Taamaram too.

Hyderabad House at Madhapur is specializes in non-vegetarian section, as I hear, but I would always love the butter naan at this place with either of Mushroom or Baby Corn Manchurian. Other good restaurants are the newly-opened Veggies365, 4 seasons, Chutneys, Big Dosa and so on.. the list is really endless. Hyderabad people, I know I would have left out a lot of good restaurants due to lack of my roaming skills. Please do tell me which ones I missed out and I will head out immediately I will leave the food section with a last note, if you come to Hyderabad and leave without tasting the Hyderabadi double masala biryani, your whole trip is a waste.

And I cannot leave the post without talking about the people here and the language. From a newbie’s view, I must say the people of the Hyderabad are quite nice, helping and multi-cultural. At least that’s how all the people who I met first were. Coming from Tamilnadu (A state cursed to know only Tamil and no other language) I was amazed by the level of Hindi knowledge among the people here. Later, I came to know that Hindi is as important a part of curriculum in schools here as other subjects. It is so in most other states except mine And then Telugu, I do not know why, it caught on quickly. The language called out to me in an unique way and within 6 month I could manage decent Telugu and now people don’t believe me if I say I am not a native of Andhra Pradesh ;) I feel that the language is used in a sing-song tone and is very pleasant to hear

Otherwise, the culture here is as diverse as any other industrial city. People from the north and south mingling in and everything. I would say the city will welcome you with open arms and will amaze you with its different faces. Each day you will find something that you find interesting in this city. I enjoyed my stay here and I hope you will too

Until later

P.S: I have read all your blogs  in the past few weeks but just did not comment for the same reason as I didn’t write in my space. I just needed a break.

P.P.S: DIGS, I remember the deal about guest post. I will send it to you soon Thank you for the patience

Until later

Now about places that are famed for sight-seeing, I went on a quest to visit most of these places so that I can see for myself and they were awesome A few places, where I haven’t yet been, I am planning to do it soon

Charminar: The famed Masjid with 4 minars. A must-visit monument. The streets around the charminar call out to you and will surely be a match for your shopping urge. But never forget to bargain downright for everything, else you will find a big burning hole in your wallet.

Salarjung Museum: This is one of the most awesome museums I have ever seen. It holds all the collected treasures of the Prime minister of the 7th Nizam during the Nizams rule.This museum will take a day’s time if you want to do justice to it. Here I am gonna give you a few highlights which you must not miss in this museum.

• Musical clock: This clock is a visual delight among many other clocks in the gallery. For every hour, a time-keeper emerges from a deck and strikes the gong as many times as is the time of the day.
• Veiled Rebecca: This is a white marble statue of a woman. What’s the deal in that, you ask? The woman is Rebecca, a princess, who is sculptured as she draws her veil. The big deal here is the folds of the veil is so intricately carved on the marble that your eyes fail to believe that it is indeed marble and not a piece of cloth. You gotta see this to appreciate it fully.
• Double Statue in the Statuary gallery: This statue is that of rich man on the front side and that of a poor woman on the backside. Awesome sculpture.

Apart from these 3, there are so many galleries as Chinese, Japanese, Indian, Carpets, Weapons, Statuary, Textile, Porcelain galleries. The list is just endless. It is worth your time.

Birla Mandir: Everyone knows about this white marble temple. The carvings on the marble catch your heart and the white marble radiates purity.

Nizam Jubilee Pavilion: This made my day, to say the truth. This is the museum where the gifts presented to the Nizams are exhibited. The 6th and 7th Nizams have had a hell of a life, I must say. The sixth Nizam guy has had an interesting habit. He has never worn a same dress twice in his life. Hence he has the largest wardrobe in the world which is about 250 feet long with a trial room between 2 blocks of wardrobe. Can you believe it? And the 7th Nizam guy determined to beat his predecessor, has used stuff that is made of only silver or gold embedded with navratan stones. Starting from his throne to his tiffin box. But what made go like “what the heck!” was even the cup in which he spit after chewing pan was made of pure gold. The tools used for laying the foundation of the building, the walking sticks, letter boxes,toys for the children- all these were of silver, gold, ivory embedded with gems. No wonder India was a rich country. There is also a 180 degree glass painting of the 7th Nizam is an awesome masterpiece.

Chowmahalla Palace: This is the durbar of the Nizams. Fine marble floors. The exhibits include the stuff that the Nizams had used in their daily life. The chandeliers here were awesome. The carpet before the throne was embroidered with gold thread.

Golconda Fort: As you know, this has been the shooting spot for Magadheera and many other films. A very ancient monumental fort. I just want to say one thing. You need to make sure you are fit and strong, because you have to climb up all the way to the highest point which is enough to make anyone with a weak stamina to see spots before their eyes.

Nehru Zoological Park: This is a picnic spot on weekends to a large population. A large variety of animals call this place their home. Definitely takes an entire day to go around this park by foot. Though they have a 20 minute train ride within the zoo to cover the main areas quickly, the train trip will give you many no-shows since the animals do not just sit near the fence and wait for you to come by.

Hussain Saagar lake, Lumbini Park, NTR gardens and memorial: All these are located in the same locality. The lumbini park and the NTR gardens are suitable for a fine evening stroll with games for indulging and you can go for boating at the Hussain Saagar lake which separates the twin cities, Hyderabad and Secunderabad.

Ramoji Film City: I haven’t been here yet. But I have heard a lot about it and so would you have. I am planning to visit this integration of studios soon. Of what I have heard, it is a vast empire of film studios that requires a lot of walking on your part.

Sudha cars: This is little tit-bit I add for those who are in love with cars and mechanical engineering. Holding the guiness records, Sudha cars has the world’s tallest cycle. And the museum exhibits wacky cars of all kinds. I will name a few for provoking your interest. Shivling car, Computer car, Bed car, Golf ball car, Cricket bat car, Cricket ball car, Boot car, Fountain pen bike, Snooker table car, Lotus car and so on. You name it, they have a car in that model. Really awesome models and I feel Mr.Sudhakar, who is the reason behind all these cars, is a very deserving candidate for the guiness record. All these cars in working condition and a CD of the demonstration is also available for you to believe it.

There! I have listed all the spots that I know. And I am counting on Spaceman, Chandana, Sumitra and other Hyderabad waalas to add those that I missed.

This city is worth a visit for everyone Do come here at least once in your life on vacation

P.S: Sorry for the long post, but the city deserved it. Next post will be on people and language

Until later

This series of post is dedicated to the city that is Hyderabad. A city that turned from a nightmare to an eye-opener for me. Long back, I remember my blogger buddy, Sumitra asking me to write more about Hyderabad and I feel now is the time for it.

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I must give a disclaimer to all of you that I am not much of a roaming person and hence I cannot give extensive travel experiences giving exhaustive descriptions about the city, but I am going to give it from my life’s perspective. A perspective which will tell you how the city grew upon a person who didn’t want to enter it in the first place and now she will be more than happy to live her rest of her life in that city (Sadly, as I grew fond of the city, situations made sure that I have to take measures to move out. Murphy’s law!). Also, I am going to write about whatever I know about the city and experts please correct me if I am wrong and add to it if I missed anything, which I am sure I am bound to. Now that the disclaimer is over and I am in the safe zone, here is Hyderabad through my eyes.

When I first stepped out of the Charminar Express at Nampally Station, all I had in my eyes and heart was fear. I did not know enough Telugu to manage. I knew Hindi but had lost touch of it long back. So, with a few recollected Hindi words and no arranged place of accommodation, I set out to start my life at Hyderabad.

With the help of a kind friend, I soon found out my office where I was supposed to report and after a lot of hassles, I settled in the company guest house to wait until some of my friends to arrive to report at Hyderabad. My company guest house was in the outskirts and the locality was known as Lambadi Tanda or at least that’s what was on the address given to me. Even the auto drivers looked at me weirdly when I wanted a ride to Lambadi Tanda. The word felt like a swear word on my tongue. Surely enough, all the other places felt weird-Kothaguda, Kondapur, Madhapur, Panjagutta, Lakdikapool(I had trouble pronouncing this;For a while I was calling it Ladki ka pool ) and the like.

With more friends arriving and finding a hostel in Madhapur, I settled in. That was when I fell in love with the place. Madhapur is by far the best place to live in if you want a reasonably affordable hostel with good facilities and your office is in Hi-Tech city. You can get almost everything within walk-able reach. The place was suitable in every way for a corporate’s life. If you prefer living in houses and not hostels, that would be a slight disadvantage. This is because houses with 1 single room that is just as big as Harry Potter’s cupboard, with a kitchen and washroom of the same size will cost you 8000 rupees per month. For a decent flat, you might want to make your budget, a 5 digit number. The best option of accommodation for people who want a cheaper yet comfortable place is a hostel or sharing a 3 BHK with 5 other friends.

Another area which is similar to Madhapur in life style and other aspects is Kondapur. The same rules of accommodation apply here too. Jubilee hills, Banjara Hills are areas where you can hit a higher note of living standards and prices too sky-rocket at the same rate. As for the nature of these localities, Banjara hills is a quieter residential area while the others always bustle with crowds until late night. The fashion showrooms in the Jubilee hills locality are awesome with a wide collection range. However, if you are a typical street shopper, you need to catch the bus to Koti or Ameerpet where after a day’s shopping you will feel you still have not managed to quench your shopping thirst.

With this, I pause. People who live in Hyderabad, please do chip in, in the comments section, about your first places in Hyderabad. And readers, I need your support for continuing this series. So, please let me know your thoughts.

Until later

P.S: I wanted to cover to the sight-seeing places too in this post, but the length of the post went beyond bearable limits. So I had to postpone the tourist spots for the sequel.

Thanks a ton Smita,

Your award has made my day! Having been in a low tide, nothing has managed to cheer me up for a while now. You achieved it with this award. There are not enough words to convey how much this means to me. Being the first award and all So I am just ending it up with a thank you.

Now let me get to work with the rules that come with this award:

• Nominate 15 Fellow Bloggers.
• Inform the Bloggers of their nomination.
• Share 7 random things about yourself.
• Thank the Blogger who nominated you.
• Add the Versatile Blog Award picture to your blog post.

Here are the nominations and the explanations (I have done it slightly off the track). Dear bloggers, if you have received this award already, you can pass it on to 1 other blogger who would have to follow the entire process and keep the chain going.

Sumitra: Simple and subtle, yet Sumi manages to reach my heart with every post of hers. She is a role-model figure for me in blogger world. I am really happy to award her the versatile blogger award.

Khushboo Wadhwani: More popularly known as Paanipuri Lover, this girl has kept me awestruck many a times with her posts brimming with energy.

Atrocious Scribblings: As atrocious as his scribblings may be, this guy gives me a feeling that he is one of the few sane-minded guys out there. I don’t know what makes me say it, but that’s what I think of him.

DIGS: This dragon colors not only her life purple, but all her buddies’ lives too. Daring is the word that comes to my mind when I think of her.

PeeVee: Priyanka is one of the bloggers whose archives I will dig again and again and read every single post with the same thrill when I read them the first time. Though she has been awarded already with this award, I want to do justice to the award by giving it to her.

Spaceman Spiff: Again, the same goes to Spaceman. She had already been given the award by a few bloggers. Yet, if I miss out Spaceman, it would be doing the award a great injustice. Spaceman Spiff is the blogger who made me realize what blogging actually means.

Vinati: Mirage as she is, she often comes up with short posts that keep me pondering for a while.I have tried reading between her lines and have come up with beautiful interpretations of my own apart from what is read generally. Shortly to say, Vi makes me think

Kalpak: I seriously contemplated skipping Kalpak for this award The reason is he rocks in humor and hence every post of his will overflow with his humor sense. But having read a few serious posts of him here and there, I know what an awesome blogger he is. I request him to accept this award

Nags: Nags’ posts have always been a pleasant read for me. I learnt what a Vignette is from her and I should say she writes the most awesome Vignettes. I wish she could write more often.

Vijitha: Vijitha’s blog is like the book that I want to read forever. Her blog talks to me in a way that no other blog does. I wish she too could write more often.

I wanted to end it with 10 bloggers since the blogs to which I am an audience are limited due to my limited time and resolution not to over-indulge, but I thought of a different way. As for the last 5 people, they are no longer regular bloggers. Once agile, they have gone their own paths and have not written anything much recently. I am exempting them from having to follow the rules of this award, but they can do the process if they wish. They are  the first of a few bloggers I ever read. I remember awaiting their posts so eagerly amidst final-year project, reviews and exams. I cannot wish more that they find the time, energy and motivation to write again and more.

Ashwin: He still posts interesting things in his life. I have been a silent admirer of his posts all my college days. Thinking back, I do not know why I never commented on his blog though I loved every one of his posts.

Siddharth: Incessantly insane guy that he is, he started blogging just to make use of his excessive free time. He called himself an amateur blogger, but no one could hardly believe it. Right from the first post to the last one he wrote, he simply rocked. His about-me page is the most creative self-intro I have ever seen. He was an instant hit for he had a knack for hitting up on controversial topics and write on them as if he owned them. He robbed the sleep of many Sachin fans with his “Sachin is God and I am an Atheist” claim. Simply to say, I have never read another blog like his.

Poorni: Poorni’s blog is a private one that is a version 2.0 of her diary. She is an awesome writer and I have read one particular post of her more than 5 times. I wish she could write a public blog for the talent she has, but everyone has their own choices, don’t they?

Abinaya: None plays so well with the words as Abi does. One of the few who made me think beyond simple narration.

Vineeth: I owe Vineeth a big one since I chanced upon Spaceman Spiff’s blog through his. And that was the beginning of a new opening. His unabridged version of life gives you a colorful cocktail of this and that.

As for the 7 random things about me:

1. I wish I would become a worthy writer.

2. I have a tendency of over-indulgence which over the years, I have reduced a bit but I still have a long way to go.

3. I love puppies but I refuse to go near them since they scare my wits out of me.

4. I see God in helping hands than in decorated temples.

5. I have a very different interpretation of worldly things which is hard to put in words.

6. I love appreciation.

7. I am a person whom many misunderstand, underestimate, overestimate. Only a few get me for what I am and accept me as such.

Until later

P.S: Since Sumitra suggested that I write more of Hyderabad, I am thinking of writing a short series about Hyderabad life which will cover a little of the vast city based on how I know it. What do you think about it? Will you be interested?

There is not a soul around. None to share. None to laugh with. The only sound that reverberates in the solitary room is the sound of the fan going round and round, doing its boring job and keeping to itself. Somehow the memories have faded away. The people have drifted apart. The few who stayed are too busy to bother. I have always needed time with myself but now I doubt if there is too much time with myself and myself alone.

Everything seems bitter and then I console myself with shallow words. Episodes and episodes of F.R.I.E.N.D.S seem to be the only comfort and the much-needed distraction. Sleep comes and goes irrespective of time, as it pleases but it does not do its job. Meaningless dreams fill my sleep, me tossing and turning, doing anything but resting. The light is always on for the fear of getting lost in the dark loneliness otherwise. The idiot box stays on for most of the time though there is none to watch it. The people inside it seem to be more of a companion than the real ones. But being the virtual ones that they are, they stay for a while and then move on to mind their affairs. It seems like I have retracted myself in an innermost circle where none is there. The occasional visitors to the circle don’t seem to be doing a good job in providing me company.

I read, read and then read some more. Getting lost in a different world, as if somehow that will help me forget the world I am actually in. Sometimes I think that I am pathetic and sometimes I think I am recuperating. Sometimes I think the situation is hopeless but I know the hope has not yet died and that it never will. I know this will take some more time to pass on. I also know that I will survive one way or the other, because I am a survivor. Have always been one. I will have my highs and lows. I will even hit rock bottom. But I will never fail to try to get up from rock bottom and swim up.

The mist will lift. The light will come. Until then, I am not going to give up. I will have my share of things that will give my life a better turn. I just have to wait away the time.

Until later

P.S: I am off to home. Yay! Will be back in a week to stalk your blogs. Until then, please remember me, will ya?

Most of us would have had one particular dream over and over again. It might have changed with various phases of our life. For me, up until college, it was a dream about me going to the exam, but not knowing any of the answers, panicking and when the exam time is almost over, all the answers swoosh into my head and I scribble frantically on my answer sheet, only to find the invigilator grabbing it from me because the time is up. I have wondered if that dream kept recurring maybe because that was my worst fear in my subconscious mind. But, I never knew for sure. I was a very fast writer and a pretty sincere kid until school and hence I never had to face this situation in life. Then why did this dream torment me? I have no idea. And it faded off during my college days.

Sometimes I have dreams which while I am dreaming would be of utmost clarity and I would be able to see every detail in my dream world, but once my alarm does it’s job and I wake up, all I would remember is that I had a dream and that it was very transparent in detail, but I would not be able to recollect what was it all about. Actually Spaceman Spiff’s dream post got me thinking about dreams. But unlike her, I have never had a pattern or regularity, for which the exam-waala dream is the only exception. My dreams just come and go as they please. If I am hell-bent on worrying about something, my dream will not necessarily be about that. The converse, when I am excited about something, the probability scale tilts towards the higher side, that I will dream about some random stuff than actually dreaming about my happiness.

Where does our subconscious get its inane ability to put incidents of different inks together to make a multi-colored story? Why do I dream about losing an ink pen when I do not even own one now? Why don’t I dream about making it to Bangalore, when that’s what I have thought about all day? I have often found Dumbledore’s famous quote, “For in dreams, we enter a world that is entirely our own. Let him swim in the deepest ocean or glide over the highest cloud.” intriguing. And till date, I have not found a true explanation that will clear the mist around my dreams. Do you have any answers? Do you have dreams that you don’t have a clue about when you wake up?

Until later

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The setting sun glowed under the dark covers of clouds and I couldn’t help but stare at it. It hurt my eyes to keep staring like that and my eyes watered, but I didn’t move my eyes from the scene. It was too beautiful. Slowly as the sun set fully, I was engulfed in the darkness around me and once again my mind started searching for answers, with undivided concentration. From where I stood, people on the roads below seemed like scurrying ants and the sight made me wonder how busy the city is even after dusk. Moms hurrying to their homes to make the dinner in time for their families, Dads hurrying to their awaiting families so that they can spend more time with their kids, Children hurrying back home after school in the hope of getting some play time, Auto-drivers dashing to and fro to earn enough wages for their next day’s life, Street-vendors looking for some last-minute business before they close their shops and head home and so on. What enables them to go through the tiring routine throughout the day and look forward to another day? What makes them believe in a better tomorrow?

Suddenly a blazing light flashed across and I looked up at the sky. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I watched in awe as the scene unfolded. A bob of light that started at a point started growing bigger and bigger until its radiance was so strong that I could no longer decide where it started and where it ended. From the very centre of the radiance, a figure slowly walked towards me and as it came nearer I found that it was none but me. But I am here on the terrace! How can I be in two places at the same time? The glowing me smiled and said “You can be anywhere you want to be”. “Hey! Wait a minute. You can read my thoughts?” was my shocked reply and “Can’t I? After all I am you.” was the smug reply.

Me: So you are saying that this is happening inside my head?

Glowing-me: Only if you want it to be.

Me: What the hell? Too much Harry Potter and this is the aftermath of it.

(Glowing-me smirks)

Me: What are you smirking at?

Glowing-me: I am astonished by how naïve you are. You can believe a book which spins stories about people flying on brooms, and carrying sticks around cursing others, splitting your soul into 7 and keeping it in 7 places, you secretly hope that there is a Hogwarts and you will get your letter soon, but you cannot believe in yourself.

Me: (Taking offense) Hey! Who told you that I do not believe in myself?

Glowing-me: Stop trying to be defensive. Who do you think I am? I am you. If you do not believe in me, then you don’t believe in yourself.

Me: Arggh! This is all so confusing. What do you want? Why did you come?

Glowing-me: I came because you called me.

Me: What??? When did I ever call you?This is getting weirder by the passing second. Can you please stop being so annoying and tell me who you are and why you came?

Glowing-me: Since you are too dumb to realize that we both are the same and that you indeed called me, let me explain. I am you and I came to make you realize that you just took the stupidest decision of your life.

Me: That’s outrageous. What decision? How dare you appear out of nowhere and call my decisions stupid?

Glowing-me: Didn’t you just take the stupidest decision of your life that you will curb the hope that arises everyday, to prevent disappointments? Didn’t you just decide to stop believing in a tomorrow? Didn’t you just decide to live in a no-man’s space until things fall into place by themselves?

Me: Huh! Yeah I did, but how can you say that they are stupid? I have my own justifications and reasons.

Glowing-me: You answered this question too, a few minutes back. Didn’t you wonder how all those people believe in a tomorrow and doing their routine? Didn’t you just think how they manage to look forward to another day in spite of a crappy day?

Me: (This is getting scary.. I better be careful in my replies) Yee..aa..h! I did. So what?

Glowing-me: Put things together, you dumb-head! They fit. Hope is the only thing that keeps us alive. Without hope, you are as good as dead. If you so not believe in a tomorrow, why should you live? You can as well jump off this roof and die. Why do you think that old man in that corner of the road still returns to the same spot every day? It is in the hope that someone would be kind enough to give alms to him the next day and he might be able to make a meal out of it. Why do you think that woman over there opens her snack shop every day, leaving her sick child at home? It is in the hope that the next day, business would be better and she would be able to make enough money to buy medicines for her child. Do you think you have the biggest problem of all? Do you think your life sucks the most? If you do, you are the dumbest person ever born. Why do you think you still manage to go through a very draining day and yet manage to cheer up the next day? Because deep down, you have that hope the next day will be better and might bring some good news that you want to hear. And if you decide to curb that hope and stop believing in a tomorrow, then I would say, kill yourself now. There is no place for people without hope in the living world.

Thus Having blasted me, the glowing figure of mine turned around and started walking back towards the center of the radiating circle. I stood as a rock, too shocked even to move. Was she right? Am I being stupid to stop believing just because a few things happened which I didn’t want to and a few things I wanted to happen didn’t happen. I looked up and saw the glowing figure slowly starting to disappear. I called out frantically, “Hey! Are you really me? Is this happening inside my head?” I heard a voice coming out from the receding glow “Only if you want it to be”. I stood there for a very long time. Not moving. The truth dawned on me like a glorious sunrise and I knew. The truth was bitter but I knew that I had been wrong in my decisions. After what seemed like thousands of years, I found my peace with the truth. I decided to believe. I decided to keep the hope burning in me. It felt right.  I yelled out into the space “Hey! I am sorry to have been a fool before. I believe now!” I got no answer, but I was pretty sure that I heard a smile within myself.

This post is a result of me trying to find my inner peace. Around the end of 2011, I had become upset even for the smallest of things going wrong. I was continuously restless, thinking if it was even worth living. 2011 had taught a lot to me, but still somehow the things I want to happen more than my life, never seemed to be happening. That had made me feel all lost, depressed, confused and mourning at the year-end. Then again, I found my peace in 2012’s birth. With 2012, the hope I almost killed was re-born. Things have not yet fallen into place, but maybe this year, everything will become fine. Maybe. Maybe not. But that will not stop me from hoping or believing. Without hope, we are nothing. Believe in a tomorrow. Have a blast out of 2012!

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“Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.”

Now, definitely too much Harry Potter! Right?

Until later