SAHI.. GALAT.. AUR YE ZINDAGI.

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kabhi kabhi mujhe ye samajh nahi aata..

ki sahi aur galat ki paribhasha itni bikhri si kyun hain.

jo paschim me sahi hai.. wo purab me galat...

aur jo purab ke uttar me sahi hai.. wo wahan dakshin me galat..

agar hum iss sabhyta se hain to ye galat hai..

aur uss samaaj se hain to wo galat hai..

jo iss samay sahi hai.. wo beete waqt me galat..

aur jo beete waqt me sahi tha.. unpe to aascharya hota hai.

aadhi se jyada zindagi..

sahi aur galat ki uljhi hui gaanth ko suljhane me hi nikal jaati hai.

agar koi dili iccha bhi ho.. to pehle ye sochna padta hai..

kahin ye kuch galat to nahi.

humare saaare rishton ki buniyad sirf..

sahi aur galat pe tiki hoti hai.

chahe jitna bhi sahi kar lo.. par koi galti nahi honi chahiye.

aur ye kaun bhed kare ki kya galat hai kya sahi..

mujhe isska koi ilm nai.

hum apna sara dhyan.. zindagi bhar..

galtiyon ko dhundhne me laga dete hai..

khas taur pe dusron ki.

har kisi ko aaj apne se jyada dusron ki padi hoti hai..

ye nahi ki wo humari fikr karte hain...

bas shayad isliye..

ki auron, gairon aur..

khastaur se apnon ki zindagi ke chutkule lene me..

hum aur humare samaaj ki khaasi dilchaspi hoti hai.

agar mauka mile to shayad humara samaaj..

zindagi chalane ke liye bhi ek driving license jaari karna shuru kar de..

ki haan bhai ab tum apni zindagi me faisla lene ke kabil ho.

par usme bhi kitni aazadi hogi? shayad kuch bhi nahi.

zindagi ke har mod aur failse pe fir bhi..

humare bade.. rishtedar aur samaajik thulle khade honge..

nahi.. iss baat ki ijazat humara parivar nahi deta..

uss baat ki ijazat humara samaaj nahi deta.

aakhir kis baat ki ijazat hoti hai humen?

shayad sirf "unki iccha ke bina kuch naa karne ki".

parivar.. rishtedar aur samaaj..

sabko sath lekar chalein.. to chalna mushkil.

akele chalein.. to jeena mushkil.

agar hum zidd karke kuch khaas logon ko mana bhi len..

to sabse chhupana padta hai..

"baat ghar ke ander rahni chahiye"

ghum firke har kahani wahin..

sahi aur galat pe aa jaati hai.

chupane se kya haqeekat badal jaati hai?

aaj kise nahi pata.. ki lifafe me lipti botle..

sharab ki hai? nahi.. firbhi chhupana hai.

kya lifafa udha dene se..

uss insaan ke baare me humara nazariya badal jata hai?

nahi.. badalta hai to sirf humara nazariya zahir karne ka tareeka..

saamne ki jagah.. ab hum fusfate hain..

"ssshhh... kaisa aaadmi hai.. roz sharab peeta hai".

are peeta hai to peeta hai.. unki zindagi hai..

use karne do sahi aur galat ka faisla.

par nahi.. galat.. galat.. galat.

agar koi mujhse puche..

ki sahi aur galat ki meri paribhasha kya hai.

to main kahunga...

agar meri zindagi hai.. mera faisla hai..

to sahi hai.

aur meri zindagi faisla tumhara hai..

to galat hai.

naaa jaaane itni chhoti si baat ko samajhne me..

humare parivar, rishtedar aur samaaj ko..

kitna aur waqt lagega.

It’s hard not to hate..

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It’s hard not to hate.. people, things, institutions. When they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed.. hate is the only feeling that makes sense.

But I know what hate does to a man. Tears him apart.. tears him in something he’s not.. something he promised himself he’d never become.

That’s what I need to tell you.. to let you know how hard I’m trying not to cave under the weight of all the awful things I feel in my heart.

Sometimes my life feels like a deadly balancing act.. what I feel slamming up against what I should do. Impulsive reactions racing to solutions miles ahead of my brain.

When I look at my day.. I realize most of it was spent cleaning up the damage of the day before. In that life I have no future.. all I have is distractions and remorse.

..that's Jax Teller ..speaking my mind!

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♫ ♫ "And at that time I didn't know.. just how hard the wind could blow.. towards disaster and the things that i would see.." ~ the lost boy, greg holden

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I don’t know what I really wanna write.. probably I wanna talk.. talk to the point where I get so exhausted that I crash wherever I stand. Lately there had been so much shit going on in life.. my life.. that I have kinda accepted it as a fact that Life is shit.. nothing else. Somehow.. life is extra shitty when you come from a country like India.

No one cares about you.. not just not as much as you yourself do... but not at all.. probably not even your parents. In a money minded and show-off culture like ours.. nothing is more important than how society looks at us.. how they talk to us.. what they talk about us. If you have money to give away.. lend.. or even to show off.. people would lick your arse every morning.. noon and night.

When u are committed to something.. people start using your commitment against you. Will make you feel as beggar.. and well.. beggars are not choosers. So, you have no right to think about yourself. If you are committed.. you have given all the rights to the people around you to stab u again and again... probably until you bleed out.

Some people say that suicide is an easy thing.. running away is easy and thats what suicide is all about.. and that we shud think about people who we leave behind us.. Enough has already been said about people and dear ones.. But I wonder if its that easy a thing to do.. or may be I have always had half hearted feelings about it. May be I am too spineless to find such an easy task as the most daunting one.

Life had always been partial with me. I wonder why life regards me with such animosity. I always had to go that extra mile to achieve the most trivial thing.. though my siblings will have a different opinion.. but my friends who have known me for past couple of years will vouch for that. Half of my life went down the drain struggling for something or the other. I feel tired now. I feel like giving up.

I wonder how much strength it takes to leave everything behind. Everything and everyone you cared about. Probably, a lot. It amazes me how we hold on to hypothetical things and hypocrite people.. and give so much of our life to them.. that we end being nothing but just some use and throw paper napkins.. not just to be torn and thrown away but to be shredded piece by piece before they are dumped in the bin.

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♫ ♫ "If what they say is 'Nothing is forever'.. what makes love the exception?" ~ hey ya, outkast

Hai Pata Humhe..

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hai pata humen ki hai ilm tujhe...

kya chubhta hai,

kya jalta hai.

hai pata humen ki hai ilm tujhe..

kya rulata hai,

aur kya khalta hai.

anjaan bane baithe jo ho tum..

de jakhm wahi,

jo na sambhalta hai.

hai pata humen ki hai ilm tujhe..

apno ke diye choton pe,

dard bhi jyada hota hai.

gar khushi tumhe mil jaye kaho to..

saanson ko main apni..

kal hi tumtak bhejwa dun.

hai pata humen ki hai hai ilm tujhe..

humse naa aise jeete..

naa marte banta hai.

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“You don't know about falling off cliffs, Prep­pie,' she said. 'You never fell off one in your god­damn life.'
'Yeah,' I said, re­cov­er­ing the power of speech. 'When I met you.” 

― Erich Segal, Love Story

You Can't Always Get What You Want.

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once in a while you somehow get sometime to spend with yourself. just you.. and your self. you inevitably end up introspecting.. about your current state and crib about how an ordeal your life is turning out to be. believe it or not.. there are only a very few moments in life when you are satiated with your current state in life. then you go in retrospection and smile at all those wonderful moments life has given you.. the lovely moments that shall remain forever etched in your memory.. moments that you would love to relive again and over again.

let's say somehow your life as in current state is like a beautiful ride through a lush green european country side. picture perfect. well.. if not everything.. atleast somethings in life are always picture perfect. we either notice them.. or let them pass by failing to cherish them. it's how you and i are.. just human. nevertheless.. if you feel happy about something.. you end up dreaming about how much more wonderful it could be few days, months, or years down the line. you can see and feel colours all around.. bright.. vibrant.. happy. but optimism doesn't come to everyone of us very easy. sometimes.. its just the sign of a beginning.. when your life is somehow guided by 'how you want it to be'.

with time you would have fantasised so much about how wonderful life is gonna be.. that.. one small thing that comes out of equation sets you in a state of restlessness. either u get completely freaked out.. or u try to think of a plan-B. but that wont stop you from freaking out with a slight push off the edge once in a while. out of the myriad of stupid things god ever created.. human brain truly steals the show. it will always.. always always do.. what it must not. it will take you on to a horrible ride of how things are falling apart.. how everything is going left and not right.. instead of telling you that everything will be allright.

but.. the worse would yet be.. when you somehow land up in everything all at once.. together. when your feelings are mixed.. confused.. inexplicably strange. one moment you feel happy and next moment you are sad.. and then the very next moment you are scared. there is no easy escape from the labrynthine thoughts that you get tied to. you keep having altercations with and within urself.. the altercations that somehow either end abruptly.. or the ones that you dont know how to end. just like.. this one.

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.. but if you try sometime.. you just might find.. you get what you need. ♫ ♫