Am I Lucky?

Disclaimer: This post is only for keeping track of my thoughts....just like all other of my posts....

A very close friend of mine booked a house in Gurgaon....his thinking that this is a good time as well as a good age to take a house. Another one searching for a house to take so that he can have peace of mind for the rest of his life.......and what am I doing? I am looking for a loan so that I can open 3 more branches of my small business which I started almost as soon as I started earning...and have since been putting most of my savings into it (it HAS started paying back now so I feel that is a good thing...)

Now my thinking...am I lucky that I have a liability in the form of a business to take care of? Because once I had done these things...namely:

1. Invested in a house, car and other "basic" amenities required in the future....
2. Put most of my money in EMI's for loans for all the things purchased/booked in point 1...
3. Become comfortable thinking that whatever I have taken in point 1...and will be paying off through point 2....is all that I need....

Will I ever think of opening my own business??? Will I ever think of coming out of this comfortable scenario??? On the other hand....if as I am doing, I am putting money into a business which is growing....then possibly 5 yrs down the line, I will actually be playing golf or roaming around the world or doing something else when everyone else who started there comfortable life 5 years back will be working monday to friday......am I lucky?

Arrow in my heart....

I was just a little too drunk today i guess....so started thinking....

Medieval ages...a war going on. I am a simple soldier whose sole responsibility is to shoot arrows into the air and try stop the knights from coming to close to start using their swords...I have been doing the job pretty efficiently for the last 2-3 years but as they say...the life of an archer is pretty short....one knight gets through or one foot soldier gets his sword near you and you are dead...very simple reason that due to shortage of iron, an archer only gets his bow and arrows and no sword to save himself. Even the bow is usually made of wood and if it breaks, your only option is to start running back...which in a way is good because it takes you away from the front where all your mates are getting slaughtered from the swords that have been able to escape your arrows...

And then I started having my thoughts run to a possible time when the enemy swords DID get through...and I was the unfortunate one to get one spike right through my stomach. That would possibly not have been as painfull but for the fact that the dude who pumped his sword into me was in a hurry to get it out...and hence the sword...which probably had not been sharpened before the war...managed to scrape a part of the aorta and the food pipe on its way out...the point is that even this is not painfull since all the nerve endings which result in the feeling of pain are present in the skin...which only has a thin slit in it. The point is that due to this "scraping", the blood has decided to start flowing out. And since the aorta gets its dosage of blood directly from the heart, and the heart has not yet decided to stop pumping, I end up lying on the ground...which is really hot due to the sun up in the sky beating down on the stones and making them small embers piercing into me....watching my blood flowing out. I am really surprised at the amount of blood that was actually present in the frail body where everyone in my entire life had said that not even a litre of blood will flow out. I am willing to take a bet that at least 5 litres flowed that day at least....and then the darkness arrives...

Is that death? Maybe it is...maybe i am just fainting....but what the hell.....I do know that I never woke up after that.....but if our life truly is so cheap...then why do we fight our entire life to just stay alive?

Welcome Aliens

Welcome Aliens, Welcome to Earth
The land of the yellow sun, the misty mountains, the deep oceans
The land of the corrupted politics, the unbridled terror, the morbid battles
Welcome Aliens, Welcome to our planet Earth

Our weapons are outdated and semi-affective
But we know how to survive, we practice regularly
Our armies kill each other across the globe,
Ensure that the weapons don’t erode
We practice regularly, the art of warfare
Welcome Aliens, Welcome to War

Our terrorists are precise and on-the mark
But we know how to bear, we tolerate regularly
Terror strikes again and again and again
Ensures that we don’t feel safe in our own habitat
We tolerate regularly, the dread, the fear, the despair
Welcome Aliens, Welcome to Terror

Our politicians are insatiable and rapacious
But we know how to forgive, we elect again
Economies sink, avarice overcomes faith
Ensures that we don’t know if our money is ours
We elect regularly, the same hungry politicians
Welcome Aliens, Welcome to Greed

Our viruses are unique,
You will not have seen them
Let us gift you some, let us gift you all
War, terror, greed have no antibiotic
Take them, take them all
Welcome Aliens, Welcome to Earth

I am sorry.......simple words to end all worries? That is what we all think unless we actually come face to face with a situation when what is more required is not a "sorry". That, as a matter of fact is the last thing that could actually take things out of the rut that you have so nicely put them into.

How I wish that I knew just what to say (because that is the only thing i can do on the phone) at this very moment to make things so much more better and easier for the one person who means so much to me. How I wish just what i can do to make that someone feel that she is not alone in this world....because i know that is what she is feeling. How i feel that i cld actually discuss this situation with her because i know she wld have the absolutely correct thing to say.....

God, plz give me strength to make her and me pass through these times because i know she will not ask for strength....plz need all the energy that can be diverted to her so that she can fight this battle....AND so that she can feel that she is not alone.

how i wish i was one of those ants whose sole aim in life is to collect food so that the queen can lay her eggs and the progeny can flourish......at least they have an aim.....and they keep going after it. AND it is THEM who have everything in thr hands to go after it......not like me whose entire locus of control is external....

something happening to me.....dont u thnk....i keep going in these tangential directions again and again

No Title....

Ever felt something missing from ur life? Usually feels when we just need someone to whom we can just go and talk and feel and they are not there.....its a strange feeling....just been feeling that way for last few days so thought i will put it down......
Suddenly while doing something....an everyday chore or something completely different.....that sudden empty feeling deep inside the heart....as if something is missing....and knowing that the person due to whom this is happening is not going to be their to meet u in the evening or even talk to u on phone when u most want to?
Suddenly while sleeping.....u wake up feeling as if their is supposed to be someone thr who is not....and she is actually not thr......and u know u have to wait looong for her to actually be with u....since our priorities in life r completely different......

are these priorities actually so important for us? That we just cannot live without them...even though they keep us away from everything that keeps us actually happy? What is more important.....a "career" and "experience" or "life" and "happiness"?

What am i going on about.........since this blog is such that no one reads it......provides a great way to take out my thoughts.....thanks blogger

Thank you IPL

Yeah!!! Thanks IPL...for promoting what we should not...
In one of the recent advertisements promoting this new mode of cricket...a patient is asked by the dentist about his likes for teams....the poor guy grins and names Delhi...and in the process loses all his teeth...because the dentist was for Mumbai.

This concept which is so prevalent in the European countries for various games is being imitated by IPL in India now. Unfortunately, it so happens that India has a cultural diversity which showcases a different India after almost every 100 kms...In such diverse environs, it anyways becomes a big task to ensure that people call themselves Indian and not address themselves by areas (thanks to Chak De! and SRK for promoting Indianism which seems to be losing its importance and relevance in this new India...really unfortunately) And now IPL is making things even more stingy...

I keep saying this and I keep thinking about it...I just hope that a day does not come when people forget that their is an India which they live in.........

Rgds,
Falcon