hiccup blues

Some people among us might have this liking to know from before when somebody they love might cease to be with them, others prefer the sudden alacrity of the situation. While some of us prefer preparing for the end of the finite thing called life, bracing to see that person whom they love whither away to dust,I realized that I am among the other section of the community. I am not a prophet set to set an example by seeing the 'end of it'. I don't want to go through the process of seeing the beginning of the end. Life, as it is, you will always find yourself in situations you don't want to be in.

Is'nt it amazing how an apparent effort of orderliness has always been the precursor of misery! A friend oncetold, "there is no such thing called 'a good time', it's the transition between the bad times" It is the only sentence I have come across in last few months that I really think is true. To be honest, after probably two years, I was once again making few cheerful agendas for the upcoming festive seasons, the way an average Bengali staying away from home would make.

I have always recognized the alarming difference between the plans we think and the things we do,nonetheless, I like the idea of planning, it helps to ignore one straight twenty seven hours shift in the office.A dearest friend is getting married, willing to attend that as well. But life has always obtained an almost perverse pleasure out of coaxing jokes on the ridiculously weaker ones - we humans - picking up moments in life like a filthy one-winged blind sparrrow picking at grains in a haystack.

Sometimes even if you don't really understand someone, despite the very suppressed indifference, you might want to adore and respect that person. That person who can best be described by Bob Dylan's 'Like a Rolling Stone' .

Sometimes you just don't need sympathy. It doesn't help. Everybody knows it, but nobody understands it till they face it.