Those great friends -1

The following are excerpts of conversations/one liners/words of wisdom Ive had the privilege to share with few of my friends.It's a one sided-one para conversation.So there won't be any I in it.They are just outcomes during some crucial moments of a casual conversations.Though I'm against the concept of being influenced by anyone or anything( though Im helpless in some situations), I strongly believe that everyone has at least one friend whose spoken word has the power to trigger a volcano of thoughts in your mind.I'm lucky, for I have quite a few of them....Those great friends

Sometimes, Life suddenly replicates itself into a game of chess.You have to play it alone.The more minds you bring in, the harder you screw the game up.Forget the notion of the opponent.The opponent is just a tough situation you have to deal with.By and large,It  then becomes a sequence of interconnected decisions you take- decisions whose source must be the same mind- your mind.Imagine yourself in one crucial moment of the game.You are confused.A guy you know walking past you notices that you are playing.He accosts you or vice verse.And suddenly after observing the situation you' re in, he suggests a move, which apparently is a smart one, and walks away.You use the move and are out of a crisis situation temporarily.Good.But when another such situation pops up again, unknowingly you find yourself waiting for another passerby. Is that how you go buy in your life?

Sometimes, life tries hard to make you someone you don't wanna be.

You know what? Truth is a very tough thing to accept and digest.Once you're over it then you start living without fear and insecurity.We are all gifted with the power of choice.Very few execute it.We often know the right choice, it comes from the center-the heart.We know the wrong ones, most of which are outta fear, and they come from the periphery, from the corners and you get the feeling they are closing in on you.That's why you surrender. But God is still kind.He sends Musicians, writers and film makers to Earth to give us a glimpse of people " who lived", to show us that we can live instead of survive, we can earn instead of getting paid, we can be happy instead of being relieved.But Oh boy! No we don't, we carry on with our mundane lives and bring up the borrowed ideas of those works to suit the context of conversation at social gatherings or cocktail parties.To impress others.To just give an idea to others that we are in someway different than others.No we are not.Just because we have a set of different thoughts in the mind doesn't make us different.Those thoughts are are in the recycle bin of our system.Useless they are. You do know the GIGO principle.Garbage-in -Garbage out.Feed in fear and lies, collect a fucked up man at the other end.

     To be continued..

Open letter to the future.

Dear Me of the future,

Hope this letter finds you happy, at least now.Don't tell me you are again sacrificing something for a better future.Seriously, consider how old you are before doing any of those insane actions.Hope you have as many friends as I have now.FYI This letter can be strictly discussed with everyone who never liked , didn't like and probably will never like their jobs, but are still doing in the hope that something good will happen as they are sacrificing a few things for a bigger cause.I can never say how you feel there, ahead in time.But I will tell you my current state of affairs.6 months into job after college, I definitely should feel this way.

I don't know where to start.As of now, I don't think I'm wrong, for I am writing down exactly what I feel.You see, Life is like an anonymous poem.You live it the way you interpret.There is nothing like wrong interpretation.There is just interpretation.Believe me, if the other person is speaking something that is simultaneously making sense and destroying all your belief systems, you are witnessing a mental Tsunami, which is eating away everything you've ever cultivated.It happens.It did happen.You know there is no answer as to who should be happy- You or I?the age-old question, which appears unanswerable.However, I would dare to speak of this thing- Job-This obsessive part-time (slavery for few/ limbo for many/obligation for many more) activity that determines so many things in my life.Fighting for what you want is one thing and wanting to fight for what you love is another, which seriously,is nothing.I'm afraid I'm adept at the latter one.I'm supposed to do all this so that you can be happy.Are you really happy?

Everyone's crazy about job experience, which is the quantum equivalent to the amount of bullshit you can tolerate.They say,the more the job experience I have, the more difficulties I've faced, the greater patience I have, the greater decision making ability I possess.BOTTOMLINE- the more the job experience, the lesser my brain's ability to detect bullshit, the lesser the speed with which my intuitive thoughts get converted to actions, the lesser attention I pay to my heart.Naah.Don't convince me.

It's like slow poison.It is started off by letting you know that it is going to be a little difficult at first.But you are distracted.You are literally blinded to the initial warning as you are busy looking at the ostentatious food and accommodation and eventually, the first paycheck. You are curious George." Ah 2 years, somehow easily I can work here, the work experience is important.Yes, whether I like it or not, I should work, because work ex is important.Someone is gonna write good recos for me.I like it or not, I should please him".There starts your compromise, which will pile up one by one on one another.Technically you are expanding your comfort zone.Actually, you are trying to relax in a cage.Technically, you are mixing well with people.Actually, you are trying hard to be one of them.Technically, it's a learning experience.Actually it's utter nonsense.You are giving away living for surviving.Yeah, pick any bird, snatch away it's ability to fly, put him on the land, give him some bird food,and ask how he's doing.Hardships and challenges must be there alright.But picking your battles is what the thing depends on.

" Boy you are frustrated, aren't you? Everyone tells me.What can I do? I do this thing called thinking . And Positive or negative, I'm good at it \m/ .Waiting for a Saturday or Sunday your whole life definitely isn't a very good idea of spending life, is it? Go with the flow it will get you somewhere. Did anyone notice that I was pushed into the river in the first place??

What happened to our mutual friend from the past in college?We both know that his impressions haven't left us.We both know we don't like being bossed around.We both know we are audaciously arrogant.We both know that I may not be and you definitely aren't what he was in matters which matter.Are you married? If yes, were you at least a man enough to marry the girl you wanted.?Nupe I think.You must have, I guess, for you-in my imagination- are society's perfect guy, married your female counterpart- the perfect girl .Do
you know why I am so skeptical about your happiness? Well if you ain't happy now, you must know why.

Wish I knew your answer.The irony you see, you can hear my echoes but I can neither see nor hear you.Whatever I do now will affect you, whereas I'm untouchable in a weirdly logical way.

-I of the NOW!!