A Rendezvous with Reality...!!

So I was going to office today. Was not looking forward to it one bit. Not because I don’t like the place or the work, but purely because of the fact that I had to break my “peaceful” sleep to get ready. Was dreaming about an Angel when Mom woke me up with those sweet words of hers… “ANKURRR… UTTHH JAAAO GANDA LADKA NAHIN TOH”!!

So coming back to the Angel part, She truly is an Angel. In fact, she’s a hybrid of a princess and an angel. A PrinGel if you may. And you know it’s because I keep dreaming of her that I tend to sleep for hours at a stretch. I know that she might not buy this theory of mine, but then again, She just might! J

So there I was… Standing in that crowded Metro hoping that I could just feel the soft Linen (Not sure what fabric my bedsheet is made of and therefore am just using ‘linen’ as an illustration) up against my skin. It was at that point that I saw this family of 4. A father, a mother, a daughter and a son. The daughter was clearly elder than the son. It was evident.

They were like an epitome of a perfect family. You know, the kind where you have just the right number of people. And they were sitting in that “two-seated” space those Metros have. The place right next to the doors. It was as if that place was perfect for them. It was as if they belonged there. The girl must have been about 6-7 years old and the boy was probably about 3-4 years old.

The siblings kind of had a relationship that reminded me of the one I share with my sister. She was caring towards the boy (you know as she was very careful that the toddler doesn’t get hurt due to the shakes and brakes of the Train) and at the same time was a little irritated that he was not sitting down quietly and letting her enjoy the serene environment (Serene view from a Metro? Yeah Right!)

It was something like this (Picture This). The Dad and the Mom were sitting on the seats with the Daughter and Son standing on the seats behind them looking out the window. The Dad and Mom were pretty much engrossed in their own world with their worries and frustrations, while the siblings were having the time of their lives in a train that shows people shitting on one side and a stinking canal flowing on the other.

I don’t know what it was about that family that kind of made me forget about my own woes. It made me realize that everyone has their own problems and everyone needs to deal with them. Everyone would wish to be happy but there are things that don’t let them be. And when those things make them sad/depressed, they find other things that suck the sadness away.

For this family, those things were to look at their children smiling and playing. It was to look at their daughter, who just at a tender age of 6 was already taking care of her brother with a sugary motherly instinct. It was to realize that in a Train filled with millions of people (Yeah That’s Rite… It is Millions… ) they had this small space of theirs where they had each other and everything else was blurry. It was the fact that they could live their lives not regretting the fact that they had problems, but could “live” their lives knowing that they also had “happiness”

It was at that moment that I realized that I felt this sense of contentment and relief in my mind that no matter what I do in life, I’ll always find a way to be happy. That I’ll always live my life to the fullest and find ways to negate the bad. That I’ll always find ways to substitute the bads with the goods.

And it was at that time that I realized the most important lesson of all. I realized that I should FUCKING WAKE UP FROM THIS FANTASY WORLD OF MINE AND TAKE CONTROL OF MY LIFE. What the Fuck was I thinking? That togetherness is the solution to all the problems in the world? That “Love” can fill the necessary void left by the absence of the freedom that “money” gives you? I’ll make the answer simple…. IT DOESN’T.

I was not falling for that “emotional” crap once again. You know why? Because I’ve fallen for it in the past and it led me nowhere. So This time I know better what to do and what not to.

Moral – Get up.. Be Real.. Be Practical.. Face the Facts..

When the Going gets Tough, I get Going...!!

So Here I am. I thought that the first post of my “third” blog would have something to do with Sports. You know, considering the fact that I’m into the Sports Field now. But I guess things aren’t always meant to happen in ways you want them to.

 Don’t worry. This isn’t going to be one of those blogs where I’ll be lecturing all the time. I don’t intend it to be that way. I take this as a channel to vent out my thoughts/frustrations/beliefs. I’ve been told for a long time now (By people who neither I remember nor want to) that I need to be “penning” down the stuff that I feel passionate about. Sports! Anything else? Naahh… Nothing strikes a chord.

 Oh Yeah! “Chord”! My guitar pretty much is in the same boat as Sports! But then again, Don’t play it that often. I do, in fact, tend to be inclined towards it at times. But what I really need is a channel for that as well. YouTube you say? Well… That’s another story in the making.. J

 Also, I need to make this as clear as possible. When I say “Sports”, the boat for me pretty much just covers Football, Formula One and Tennis. A Little bit of Golf (been really into it lately) and maybe Badminton (Depending on who’s playing)!

 Cricket SUCKS by the way. That’s all I’m gonna say on that because frankly speaking that’s all the sport deserves. (FULL STOP)

 So that’s that… Let the Blogging begin. It’s a journey, not a Destination. Just Like Happiness I guess…