Reaching Higher and Higher and Higher…

I reach high to touch the sky

With my bare hands

I run around wild and jump high

To feel the clouds in my palms.

But I feel a mild disappointment

I don’t succeed n I just don’t hide

So I jump higher this time

Opening my fist I find nothing inside.

So I climb the ladder up against the wall

But I still can’t reach the mighty sky

Throwing up my hands I cry in agitation

But the expected sympathy never reaches its destination.

With the day drawing to an end

And cold stars glinting in the sky

The ambition refuses to fade away

N am determined to touch the sky

Looking at the horizon I make up my mind

What if can’t touch the sky! The horizon will feel nice to touch.

So I pack my bags n walk bare-footed

With the company of the self-but I don’t care much.

I walk miles n miles without food for days

Cursing the darkness but appreciating the sunrise

But I don’t cry, nor do I lose hope

Coz I know it’s a passing phase

And there will be highs n lows.

Battling the mighty wind

Bearing the hot rude sun

The only way I can be strong

Is to tell myself this game is fun.

But the horizon keeps vanishing from my sight

It keeps running away from me

I lose my temper but I don’t lose hope

And I walk n bear until I could cope.

Footsore and tired

I trudged doggedly along

Comforting myself

With a nice soothing song.

Trees seemed hostile

And I had to cover miles

With the sleep in my eyes

I sat down thinking for a while.

Finally I run out of patience

Coz m just a little girl

And I curse it to no end and hurl abuses n insult.

“It’s an arrogant, conceited thing”

Saying so I console myself

And I abandon my journey

By turning to mountains instead.

The sun grew misty

As the day grew old

The world seems gray

And the mountains seemed bold.

I had wanted to touch the heavenly blue skies

But my heart skipped a beat

When I saw the tall mountains

N also when I heard those little cries.

Tears rolling down her face

She looks distressed n pale

Her feet is bloody n with each moment

I see her passing away.

I extend a hand of sympathy

But am surprised when I get back one in return

I laugh at her. ‘You wretched soul’, I tell her

‘Look how miserable you are’!

I see her dying before my eyes

And I am horrified to find it’s my reflection

The shadow laughs back n says

‘I told you’; ‘You are a part of my creation’.

I am mocked by the blue skies

The horizon uses sarcasm that surely ‘kills’

My tears don’t evoke sympathy

And sounds of laughter echo in the hills.

I throw a last glance to the sky

And curse it wholeheartedly time and again

As that’s the only way my dear soul

I can ease myself from my dying pain.

This is Spam!!!

I open my mailbox with some trepidation and as usual I find my inbox crammed with Spam that would singe and scorch the retinas of all but the most jaded and tired out viewer. Omfg!!! Not again. Needless to add that the biggest number, of course, is that of Spam mails with offers for pornography. It makes me sick every time I remind myself to delete them all over again. Makes me go Ugh!!! Even the person with half the clue would cringe at the name of it.

But there’s something I came across in the newspaper recently which made my eyes pop out. Literally this time.

Mull over this:

“Spam is undoubtedly one of Internet reprobates’ tricks. So how does the spamming community survive and thrive when no one who is tad bit savvy admits to doing business with them? Would there be hoards of poverty-stricken spammers out there that are slowly, but surely, starving to death?

The answer is unfortunately a big NO.

Well, Contrary to popular belief, a significant number of spammers apparently aren’t at all interested in whether anyone buys their wares. They will, in fact, keep minting money even if you never click on any of the Spam mails. How?

The math is simple: Most spammers make money selling email addresses to other spammers, who then sell those same addresses to others and so on, say security experts.”

Whoa!!! Now I must confess outright that I was completely ignorant to this valuable info. How about spamming as a career? Now that’s one lucrative career option, which I am definitely not singling out.

*Evil grin*.

And why ever not? It makes you a lot of easy money. Spam masters make $10,000+ a week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And they don’t do anything except mine for more and more legitimate addresses and sell them for money.

Oohhh!!! That certainly makes me dollar eyed. $_$

*Bling bling*.

I make it sound so easy and plain. Don’t I? Lets hope to hell it is!

The Beautiful Feeling Called --- LIFE :).

Its easy to be others but difficult (read impossible) to be yourself...its hard to be just the unique you!!! So what if you come from a modest family?? So what if you don’t have a godfather to support you? The harsh truth is that no person who is in the best of his mind will come to your rescue...you have to chart out your own destiny!! The biggest tragedy of life is not death but what dies within while we are still alive...that explains why so many of us have turned into poor, wretched, miserable souls!! Monotony has invaded our lives.... people say, "find your true self"...huh?!?!?! Find???!!!! Gimme a break...life is not about finding ourselves...its about CREATING yourself... . Creation of the self. Creation of the head, heart and being. The striking facet of this beautiful quote is that it sheds light on the amazing power of self-belief! This may not be such a novel thought. Still it undoubtedly is an idea that is often overlooked...long back I made a foolish pretence of not realizing the true meaning of "creating" oneself.

Its you, yourself who has to live your life. Don’t let anybody tell you what decisions to make, what choices to consider, whom to love, whom to hate…. Do it all yourself and remember clearly that you yourself are responsible for all the highs and lows occurring in all our life n its your job to find a silver lining in the dark cloud.

You tried, you failed.

Heck, it doesn’t even matter. What really matters to me is that I ACTUALLY tried and tried to break away from the shackles of slumber and create myself. And what should matter is that you tried.

MAKE your own rules n bear in mind that rules are meant to be BROKEN. SET your limits and remember to NEVER put a CEILING to your aspirations. Be patient when the going gets tough but be impulsive enough to react. And most importantly believe that it’s NORMAL to lose. Keep this etched in your mind forever.

If you are one of those who feel that “ek dinn upar waala (read: god) sab kuch theek kar dega”, then now is the time to flush your face in the toilet. Do not forget to expose a larger part of your brain into it. I mean really!!! What kind of a screwball excuse is that?? It seems like a damn convoluted way of saying, “Things just haven’t worked out.” Stop behaving like a dog that goes on to lick other peoples waste matter. You aren’t a puppet and no one will make you sway to his tunes. At the end of the day it boils down to how you see life and how you perceive things. Life can either be a bed of roses or a bed of thorns. Its all in your hands.

Break free. Let the brain nerve cells and tissues realize its true potential. Strive to be what you have always wanted to be and not what people wanted to make out of you. Life has no meaning UNLESS YOU MAKE IT MEANINGFUL.

Throw away those self-help books. You don’t need somebody to teach you how to live your life!!! You have to live it YOUR WAY.

Life is not what your grandpa talked about. Life is not what you read in those philosophical books and life is certainly not what you dreamt about. Life is what you are going through. What you are experiencing. Each nanosecond of your life adds up to your memories.

Live not because you have to but because you CHOSE TO.

What we anticipate seldom occurs, what we least expect generally happens. You got to pull yourself together and get your priorities straight. Never let yourself go down a negative route. Purge all pessimism from your soul. Force to see yourself in an unflatteringly different light. Try to dispel the cobwebs of fatigue that are interfering with your cognition and emotion.

Our lives begin to end the day we remain silent on things that matters. Fan your determination. There will be times when your perennial optimism will take a serious hit.

Life isn’t an illusion. Orchestrate your present so that your future will be more to your liking.

REMEMBER:

You Trip, You Fall, And YOU GET UP. You Trip, You Fall, And YOU GET UP. You Trip, You Fall, YOU GET UP…………

Allright now. Cut the philosophizing. Who am I to go on with such psychobabble???

But isn’t the philosophy of one century the common sense of the next?????