Sunday, July 31, 2011
My diaries
Its funny how we think we choose our own diaries. But in fact its the diaries that choose us. The one that becomes ours gets to know who we are and what we believe, our inner secrets and fantasies, desires. We put all our trust and faith in her (its almost another living being, our best friend). We tell her every little detail of our mundane routine. She patiently hears all our gibberish. But is it really a faithful friend? Can it really belong to someone? A diary can never be biased. It is not, it can not be owned. It will always be the master of its own will. It will reveal your trusted secrets to anyone who is fond of her! It doesn't think of consequences. Actually, it doesn't think at all! It is peaceful and calm. After all its the only open book.
Change
Its not what changes about you. Its what changes before you that effects you. What changes inside of you is very insignificant because you see the change gradually. You are experiencing it and hence it loses its presence (sudden presence). But what changes in front of you is a new image, a new experience, a new picture. You see it as a sudden appearance, a shock. It creates a much larger impact in your mind.
Friday, July 29, 2011
A woman
Today as i was traveling by a shared means of transport after a long long time, I met different people as we always do. I could not help but notice the lady sitting diagonal to me with her eyes wide open, perhaps in fear, perhaps it was worry. She was staring at her thoughts and ocassionally shaking her head in, i believe, disbelief. She often shut her worried eyes for a few seconds, praying to God. She glanced at the young man sitting next to her every now and then and would shake her head and murmur to herself. Her fears i could not understand. But it made me forget my own. And all the time I was looking at her I prayed to God to take her worries away. She was to me a woman with so much strength that as she gulped down the tears that surfaced in her eyes, back to her heart, she didn't utter a sign. She is my inspiration of strength and fight.
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