Thursday, August 30, 2012

The Last Time I cried


As depressing as it may sound, this is reality. Which each of us go through at one stage of life, we admit or not, we know it or not.

This happened during handling an assignment at Filipines. The days, when I was away from home, when I met people whom I never knew, who I never thought existed. After a short time spent with them, I learnt how human's are related by their very nature. Life is the same, where ever we are, however we are. We are very common with the pains, hunger, loneliness, happiness, its just that we lead our lives in different styles in different time zones. When I met these friends from filipines, my belief that Love is Universal was only affirmed.It was so affirmed that it was ought to be true. The quick smoke breaks, the little expressions of each other's feelings, the coffee cups, the deep conversations and many more made me realize the unique connection all of us have. The time flew. People who made a positive impression, a few who left a blank space. Perhaps, life is an Oscillation between all these stages.

Some times, I think, Is being in Love and expressing it bound to gender,age,time and Space? When we know that by expressing it, both the parties feel better, why not do it? Anyways, after a series of incidents I learnt, that being with people we tend to feel insecure because of a preset notion, which may or may not be true.

Life is very incomplete without the knowledge of yourself and why you are the way you are. When the day of return was ahead, I cried my heart out for days. This time of my life, made me realize that we are all one. I cried for the waiter who served me food, for the receptionist who wished me everyday, for my Yosi friend who held his thoughts at a gulp. My friend who gifted me one new gift everyday. My friend who brought me prawns every tuesday, some one who drank beer 'san miguel' sharing the cosmic connection.

all of them who helped me to be what I am today.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Sometime in the Past

Sometime in the past, I thought that love is a universal binder. It helps us understand each other better. It helps us maintain harmony amongst ourselves making life easy. Sometime in the past, I respected the others' thoughts, cried when they were sad, helped them recover stress. Sometime in the past, I thought love is beyond sexes, beyond social bindings, beyond origins. I believed that Hugging some one can bring them closer to us. Looking into their eyes can make the relationship stronger until one day...


When..crying for their griefs was considered emotional instability, hugging them was considered too lame, loving them was a stain on sexual orientation.

So, what's wrong in this. Was it wrong to love some one so unconditionally? Was it wrong to cry for some one? Should I have associated with a meaning for what I do?

Biggest of All..Can I ever become that again???