A "Mirage"able age????

What's so special about tomorrow, for me???

Oh.. Its a day when some celestial body called earth, completes 21 years of revolution around the another celestial body called Sun, since the moment i was born.
So whats there to celebrate for me?
Strange.... Its the earth that has revolved around.
It has done all the hard work.
And, I for some stupid, or for no reason whatsoever, celebrate.

But then, aren't we humans in search of a day to celebrate?
And us Indians in particular, no wonder we lead the list in the countries with maximum number of public holidays.


Tomorrow is a day when probably, a few handful friends and foes would wish me a happy birthday! with quite a lot going for my ass...if you didn't get it.... ask the engineer down the corner!

Still am groping about whats so happy about it??

And for some strange reason The Honorable Govt. Of India feels that i won't be a kid anymore from tomorrow!
They would call me an Adult from tomorrow!

An adult who is mature enough to take his own decisions!
But I was mature enough to select the guy who was going to rule over me some three years ago!
Strange....
Is the country more important or one's life (read wife)!!

No no... I am not going into the so often debated about topic of the marriageable age in India.
Too boring for a blog!

Not that whatever i am writing is interesting though.... ;)

But this question seems to intrigue me too often. How can a few days of life label a person as a mature creature and another as one who has not.

Most of you might agree with the fact and will add on.... Its the experiences in life that make you mature.
I would still beg to differ. Not totally though.
I would say, experiences in life do count. But not many learn from the mistakes. There are some born stupids. Immature still...after countless experiences.
I know many, one in particular, for sure!

Thats why probably we have just one Dale Carnegie!
And not many!
No one is perfect. But there are some, including, this very yours truly, who would love to be imperfect throughout.

Because dreams are to be dreamt off and thrown in trash tomorrow morning. Taking them in tow could be dangerous lest they break!

The Bazaar!

How do you define success???

1.	the favorable or prosperous termination of attempts or endeavors.

2.	the attainment of wealth, position, honors, or the like.

says dictionary.com

the second one seems materialistic......

but does being materialistic hurt.....

NO.
Infact, NEVER.

Materialism is not new to man. It dates back to a certain Mr. Adam and a certain Ms. Eve, or should I say, Mrs. Eve Adams!

Can everything be brought about by money?

Most of us would say, No.
No, money can buy a lot, but not all.

I ll say, hmmmm..... i agree, money can't buy everything, you need a Master card, apart!

Everything on this earth is put up on sale!
Some even offer discounts.
Humans always trade.
Trade for their "good".
Why to trade for some one else's betterment.
Everyone on this earth is selfish.

You, Me, Him, Her, they.....everyone.
You need Satisfaction, thats your sole aim.

For that anything would be put on sale.
Look around the world.
There are people selling their belongings, their physical self, even their soul.

The strangest part is people might even sell others too for their benefit.
And the ones who might be traded never know, that they have been.

First hand experience suggests that i m worth six grands!

Six f***ing grands.
And that being just Indian rupees, that's discouraging a figure for me who never rated himself monetarily.

That's where the role of money comes into play
Everything on this earth can be bought.

From a pin to a Ferrari
and from a f**k to love, everything is put up on a sale,
The boulevard is not just a street.

Its a Bazaar!
Welcome to the bizzare bazaar!

a boulevard called life.....

Boulevard :

A dictionary meaning would suggest "a tree lined street".

Picturize it. What do you see?????

A street lined with trees on a cold winter night...say with an English background...fallen leaves.....
Or a street lined with green trees in spring.....

What did you???
Welcome to the boulevard called life!

Refreshing springs. Stinging winters. It has all.
ALL

And the best part.......they come not once or twice again & again & again....
Visiting. Hurting you. Making you smile. Hating You. Loving You.
Sometimes the tears are accompanied with a smile......the irony of this boulevard.

This boulevard seems unending.
The trees you pass by, look at you
smile at you,
wink at you,
wave at you,
and you reciprocate back...........

Till one day,
when they laugh at you,
despise you,
horrify you,
hate you,
till one day you wanna run away from there.......far away,

SOLITUDE the aim....
achievable......hmmmm...
no..
tough...
difficult,
very difficult,
impossible.....yes IMPOSSIBLE
Thats the word...


That's what I am trying to....
to run away....
to escape....
to hide.....
from you,
from him,
from her,
from everyone.

But the boulevard's too long to escape.
Life's never a pie that you can eat it whenever you want.....
Sometimes its fed when you are full......sometimes you are hungry and you dont even get to touch it.


Probably, I am writing all this, because its winter in my own boulevard. Hard not to agree.
I am waiting for a spring to come. To bring back the happiness, the greenery that i yearn.

Oh NO!
A dream!
A mortal mistake of a dream!
How can I?

The dreams are to be restricted.
The dreams make you smile in the hope of a happy tomorrow, albeit for now. But what about when it breaks tomorrow......they ll make you cry. Cry harder, than probably now.
Once bitten twice shy!
Dreams are a distant dream!!!