All the world's a stage ....

Shakespeare wrote “All the world's a stage” and depicted that we are puppets in the hands of destiny, we are just brought, made to play our respective parts and made to leave the stage. He gave equal importance to all the stages, but to me the stage when we are playing our roles is more important. At this stage we have control of what we intend to do and what we do.
If we see around ourselves we can observe that almost everybody is acting, pretending to be what they are not. Some people pretend to be not hurt when they actually are, some pretend to be caring when they dame care about anything, some pretend to be all good when they too have a very dark side, some pretend to be themselves when they don’t know who they are, some pretend to be intellectuals..... , the list is never ending but the question is why to pretend after all. For some, the reason might be that they don’t want to hurt others feelings, some want to be accepted as one of the kind, at the same time some want to be recognised better than rest. The worst reason to me seems to think that the other person may be useful in future and pretend what you think he/ she wants you to. I have got fed up with pretending what I am not , fed up with pretending that I am a stone, fed up with giving hope when I know I won’t be able to help, fed up with pretending that there is no end , I am fed up!

The habit of wining makes you a coward ..........

It has become a strange thing on the part of parents to make their children believe that they have been brought in to this world only to win and often achieve what their parents failed to. So as the child grows he runs only to win and not to run along friends. They are so afraid of losing that they do what ever is in their hands to avoid it, go to extreme limits . So from childhood these people try to make their life loss proof, they choose friends on basis of their strengths, choose a team which is most expected to win. With these tactics they get a winning streak , but with time they forget what losing is and when the not so likely loss comes their way they don’t know what to do , they don’t know how to handle it ( be it on the professional or personal front) because they never where raised to handle a loss . At this juncture most of these people crumble and shatter to pieces never to rise again. So there is nothing wrong in learning how to loose ..... :)

The Loss Of a Pearl ......

It is being said that the weight of a secret sometimes crushes the person carrying it. I have almost reached that piont where i can shatter to peices. For past couple of months i have been carrying a secret on my feable shoulders and i can do it no more. Al through this period i new that i need to tell this little secret to the person who will be most effected by it, but just was trying to postphone the cursed moment or you can say was trying to gather the strenght to reveal it. These pst couple of months have been very terible for my freinds , with my mood changing faster than the weather of London. I am really lucky to have such good people around me , who care for me and stood by me no matter how much I irritated them.
Now i feel that i should no longer postphone this, but still am afraid of revealing it. I am all the time thinking about how to reveal it most softly , it being a harsh truth which would be hard to believe. I am trying to figure out ways so that I may not hurt the feelings too much as the truth itself will hurt enough. I even tried asking one of my friends help, so as to figure out how to reveal it.But as the diwali is in air she seems to tobe too busy . hope she gets time soon to talk to me and we can decide on how to reveal this harsh truth .

During this period there were not enough moments to cheer about but i went to Delhi on Diwali. I satyed with one of my friends in his hostel, the best thing that happened during my stay there was that I got to play football after almost seven years. I enjoyed playing football very much, and made it a point to play every evening as long as I was there. On the Diwali night the whole campus was filled with sound of crakers ,the sky with light of bursting crakers and later our room with smoke ! Spend almost three eventfull days at the campus and did not venture even once outside it.

while returning back in the train got the company of lot of children, they were going toMumbai to participate in some kind of Karate championship. while leaving from delhi station there was one of the kids crying as he was already missing his mom and one of the others kids was trying to console him by saying ," hay we will be back soon , after all we are not going for too many days" . after enquiring came to know that both the kids were cousins, as i didn't know there name so called them Jai and Viru (snap at the end of blog). Besides my seat there was small girl,one year old, sitting with her parent. Initial observations proved the girl to be harmless, but as the journey progresses the degree of the error of my perception about the little girl started to unfold. first it was her attack on the nose and ears of anothere passenger besides her , by the night fall she had eaten my icecream, almost toren my book to peices and later in the night terorized her parents nad all of us by not sleeping and not letting others to sleep . But over all liked the little devil very much (snap at the end of blog). on reaching back tomumbai one of my friends called up and with a very sad tone said that she had lost the pearl in her ear-ring,I am sure her boyfriend will get her another ear-ring with a more bigger and whiter pearl, but for now the pain of loss of the pearl was eveident. hope evrything goes as planned for next couple of days, hope i am able to hurt less with the bitter truth which i am holding back currently ... Hope .