The Sunset

On my last trip from Mumbai to Nashik a journey of about 4 hours(the time may change according to the 

of the traveler's need  to go to the loo) I kept my phone charged, I had my laptop stuffed with all the necessary sitcoms I would need to go through these hours.I had my earphones, my chips(and things i cant mention). My journey started at about 3 pm it was a sunny day and the heat was unbearable just like any other mid summer day. Mumbai is a place you won't love if you are accustomed to peace, scarcely populated places with fresh air. As any other Mumbaite I was hardly interested to look around. All I could hear was intense honking. The desperate need to leave that place as if they wanted to take a dump. Anyways I didn't care about the things around me. Whether it was a Jalopy, a limo, an auto or simply Howard's mom it didn't really matter.Whenever I peeped outside whatever I saw wasn't anything new I could see unfortunate people asking for help, I could see smoke, I could see people who where uneasy I could see their tanned skin covered with sweat , I could see men on their bikes wearing the skull guard just for the sake of(we Indians wear them just to avoid the fine). There were kids trying to cross the road and women bargaining with the 'bhaiyas'. I could see a woman on the back seat of a scooter trying to adjust her tushy in the hardly available space. I could see people arguing and abusing each other. That was not unusual about Mumbai. It was the average bustle of my little city. No one was at peace. I crossed Mumbai it took me an hour to reach the outskirts.

After leaving Mumbai we started covering the innumerable not so famous small villages. I liked the places but they looked underdeveloped there were farms,many trees and lakes.The weather was much cooler. There weren't many bikes or cars, there wasn't any smoke. People spoke in regional language with a typical regional accent. I loved everything about those places. The simplicity, their attire,they working in farms everything made me smile. Before reaching the most awaited part of my journey 'The Kasaara Ghat' I took my halt at a small village. As I got down I stepped on the dark brown soil it looked nothing 

like the one I see in my city  I kept walking towards a patch of farm which was touching the road. I stood there I could feel the cool breeze touching my face.I didn't want to leave that place. I wanted that moment to last forever I kept walking and reached a tree. I sat under that tree disconnected from the

entire world I removed my chappals. I sat there all mesmerized staring at the orange sky and the most beautiful sunset I had ever seen. There wasn't anyone around. I couldn't see the lands end. Finally I could hardly see the sun. I got up and dusted myself and started walking towards my ride. 

I got into the vehicle with heavy heart thinking about all the things that I had just seen.The sunset, the breeze everything I was thinking how lucky the villagers were. When I got in I couldn't find my earphones in my pocket.I thought I dropped them somewhere. I quickly got down to check the place. As I walked I saw a person he was covered with mud.His clothes looked unwashed. He was weak and old he sat on a small basket which was kept upside down which could easily support his negligible weight

he looked nothing near happy. I kept walking ahead to see 2-3 teen girls dressed in traditional Indian salwar kameez they didn't look happy either they were busy talking. They looked serious.Exactly next to them was a man arguing with the food served at the dhaba(roadside food outlet).They all looked chapfallen. Suddenly I heard a voice in typical regional accent I turned to see a woman I smiled at her she looked devastated her eyes were deep, her skin had intense wrinkles.

She had a bright red circle on her forehead which meant her husband was alive. She asked me "tai, chaha ghenar??" I couldn't stop staring at her skin. I said "nahi.. nako". I walked back to my bus after knowing that the earphones were in my bag itself. As I took my seat I looked at all of them again and thought are they foolish 

not to stand and look at those farms or to feel the breeze or to see the orange skies?I removed my book but this time I didn't open it. The thought which had just hit my mind I called it back again. Are they foolish? they have so much to be happy about unlike the Mumbaites. I looked at everyone in the bus, people looked happy they loved the place. I sat on my seat. Again the thought hit me this time it was hard 'Am I foolish?'. Have I missed things while arguing with people for change, have I missed things which were right before me because I was too busy complaining about my friend's farts? This was the moment I no more felt like going to the next village. I wanted to go back to see things I ignored.The things which are right before me. Next day I was back to my little city. I stood right midst the crowded lane of my burb with people arguing with each other over the rates and complaining about the heat and looking at me as if I were paranoid to stand there looking at the sky. I looked at them all I couldn't cut them off they made me and my life. I couldn't imagine having a life without chaos. I was happy to have them all. Finally I looked at the sky. Gradually it turned all colorful just before the sunset. I could feel the air, the smell of my city the happiness to be in one. Now it was the best sunset I'd ever seen. Life is what we make it. Let's stop surviving let's live.

Dary...!! Legendary

When life gives you iron and not gold play with it, eat it, dance with it, heat it, use it, sell it, make money get rich buy gold. Three years back I was sad! sad about not receiving what I expected, sad about disappointments, sad because I didn’t have things I wanted and about many other things the list won’t end. I always had something to complain about. Many times my behavior was rude towards people around me. I used to feel low.We hurt others only when we are damaged. Life didn’t seem to change my situation grew worse.The day you realize you are in a very bad condition that's the day you know now nothing could get worse and when you know that there can’t be anything worse there is only one thing that can happen that's GOOD. Problem with me was not my situation. Problem was not that I was lacking resources. Problem was that I lacked the ability to realize what I have. I always focused on the things that were going wrong. I spoke about the bad stuff. When one is busy talking and thinking about the disappointments he hardly has the time to talk about his good stuff. Now I look back at the sillier,much innocent less logical version of me no doubt I agree I have seen dark nights but there were sunny(:p) days too.But why am I suddenly all philosophical?(because maybe I have nothing to do*kidding*). Everyday I come across many people and many situations so do we all. Life is not all fun (unless you watch sitcoms) many things make us sad like a rude person,a thing we are not appreciated for after hard work, a sickness and many other things. There are times we can't do much about such things and there are times we can’t do anything about them. That’s the time when we feel helpless that’s the time when we are all weak. We are left with nothing. We are sad, dejected and depressed. That’s when we start thinking and thinking more about all the negative things around us. Start asking questions why me? why this? why that?  our approach towards good and bad things is completely different we never ask why did I get the ice cream? why is it me who got a pet? we think very less about good things that happen to us. But when it comes to the bad stuff we start a never ending loop of questions, perceptions and worries about all the bad stuff that has happened to us. We compare our conditions with others around us. We always feel its only us who is sad. We start killing our self. We create a situation where we have all the bad stuff we are helpless about and all the things we do to make our conditions worse. Many say we can’t control our thoughts I partially agree with such people we can neither control our thoughts nor our poop. Things who wan't to come out will come out. We can’t control but we can replace. We can replace all our bad thoughts with the positive ones. We can if we want to.We are not going to stay skinny or fat for the entire life so shouldn't we enjoy being what we are today because a year later neither will we look same nor will we feel same.When we start replacing each bad thought we an equally positive thought we will focus on our good stuff. In no time we'll have more positive thoughts than the bad ones. We will think about good stuff create a never ending loop of positive thoughts. As Buddha said if we didn't learn a lot today at least we learned a little, and if we didn't learn a little, at least we didn't get sick and if we got sick at least we did'nt die

Darn Brown

About all the hype going around my little city I sit and wonder do all my citizens make sense? or maybe I don’t get them. I have a light brown skin and I love all shades of brown(not just 50 shades of grey :p). When I look around all my friends have flawless beautiful skin with different shades of brown my friend sarika’s skin is like chocolate ice cream and my bestie has light brown mexican tone. I have had friends with darker shades and they all look so magnificent. Ages of racism don’t exist anymore(let’s say) but have the times really changed? Deepika Padukone the most beautiful brown woman I have ever seen(after the mirror *kidding*) is advertising for some blah blah fairness blah blah. I have also seen many white vanillas trying to get a brown tan. After all this rush to get what we don’t have do we sit and think are we thankful for what we have? all the brands who assure things to their customers and create the need in the society of having a white tone or having a tan is it worth? The common man who already feels he is brown and not pretty is vulnerable because he wants what he doesn’t have.Companies love such situations and create more hype and depress the common man further.The law of acceptance is something that drives us in doing such things. Fear of acceptance is created by our own family, friends and  later by the society etc. We all want to get accepted but if its about acceptance with it comes theory of  confidence. A confident person is never in a vulnerable state of mind. So let’s stop being vulnerable. Let us be confident and happy about our skin and kin. Don’t let anyone help you to get better when you know you have got the best. Let’s be confident.  

Robin

Since July my trainers are giving me a hard time (not that hard :p) its about giving up on white bread cheese and all the white stuff :p it was kinda tough for a foodie like me but they say life begins at the end of the comfort zone. I have been crunching abs and taking steps since quite a while now. I have been in the girl’s time(there is no guy’s time they are not treated well) and I have been there at evenings too.. (mornings? haven’t seen them in a while) I see everyone around me at the gym and also my college(yes I go to 1) I’m no Sherlock but I love observing people knowing them and their ways.The people I met they all were from different religions. Some were teens some were old but there was something same about all of them. It was a new discovery for me and it was amazing  to know how they all thought the same no matter who they were from where they came.They all were the same they all wanted a change big or small (:p) good or bad did'nt matter they all wanted it but at the same time they all were scared of the change. This reminds me of The Devil And Miss Prym can’t deny the fact that reading it, was a mental and emotional torture but Paulo the author of my favourite book The Alchemist has given me some sense through this book. Both these books have something to say and so does Robin (how i met your mother) however scary your future might seem you can’t cling to your past because its familiar. So true and so deep. Following our heart ain’t easy. But easy is nothing as a toddler even standing up on our feet was tough but we all took our first step. We all went to school though we cried still we tried. Let's be the same now, let's go and find our treasure(The Alchemist). Let's wait for the mother(himym). Let's knock the door who knows the door could be 110 (himym again). Let's watch how i met your mother haha :p. So let’s try, let’s believe.The way Roald says it “Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it”.

Happiness

So when I was 7 watching powerpuff girls, dexter's laboratory(cartoon series which I still watch) eating maggi and getting a star on my homework was everything for me that's what made my day, but we all grow up as we grow up we think we get smarter we lose the magic.Things that fascinated us a year back don't grab our attention anymore is this the life all about?? is it just about novelty? none of us wants to spend time looking at the soap bubbles but the same bubbles make my litle Arnav(my nephew) laugh and I cant explain the happiness he gets when he stands but what about us are we happy to stand or walk? do we laugh looking at bubbles no we don't and its obvious we cant because we are only excited about new things. As we grow up we lose the excitement. We are excited about our college or our anything just for a small span of time and we are always in the race, race to get things which we think will make us happy and yes they will but just for few days Happiness is relative its what we feel.For me happiness is reading Shiva trilogy while same thing can be annoying for you.So can we all take out some time today just to be happy? can we just clear our notion about happiness? no doubt going to an I.I.T. or getting a pretty girlfriend will make you happy but can we just alter this definition of happiness? lets try to seek happiness in the sunset lets take out 5 minutes today and stop expecting other things to make us happy and find happiness in extremely small things which we ignore. Happiness is what we feel not what we think we may feel after doing something. Have faith.