I have become so bad at Good byes.

Some words, don't need a retort. Time gives the best answer. That's what I have believed in, and that's what I will believe, until proven wrong!

And I am always glad to be a thorn to those who have been a thorn for me. Pinches same way ain't it.
Just fair

I know how it kills when people change. The crazy happy memories of the past sting like hell. Often the pain of missing those friends makes us want to correct things at every cost. It wants us to forget all the neglect and hurt we suffered at their hands. It makes us want to forget all the stupefied silences we had to go through.

But what if these corrective measures made you get back in talking terms. Now where does that get you?? Comparing the new awkward glances towards each other with the roaring laughter of the past. Or comparing the heart to heart talks of yesterday with the polite small talks which you are made to suffer now.

So what if the pain of missing kills you for the moment. I would any day partake that pain compared to the humiliation of living a failed friendship each day.
But then that is just another view point.

A totally new angle now

Till the time this human machine is going tick-tock, like a clockwork, few of us appreciate it. The realization comes, only when the mis-utilization and surging ahead, which you put your body through has taken a toll finally. Its then that you stop and think. Its then that you stop and know that certain checks need to be made now.

So be it now for me. Now that I know that some adjustments need to be made, and now that I appreciate what I have more. Instead of cribbing, I will take this as a constant reminder about how hard is the fight to stay healthy. Yes because it will be a permanent reminder, a struggle to stay ahead in this game called life. Totally understanding "Survival of the fittest" adage!

Cheers to the silver lining I am seeing in this dark cloud. If it works then it will work beautifully. And I know if it doesn't, then still the FIGHT is now on.

Ode to so called friendships!

The rules or chaos of friendship dictates only simplicity. Friendships are supposed to be simple. This is because Truth between friends is the greatest bond. When you are truthful to your friends, you are giving him/her the greatest respect possible.
And if you are going through something which is God damn Complicated, then like Hell, "its not Friendship."

My Ground Zero

Memories have strange ways.. When you reach your own Ground Zero, they just come flooding back. Happily these are all the greatest memories of my life. The trips and the treks, the late night movies, the rafting, the mountains, the budgeting, Accenture's Training, the friends I made, Work (my savior), trying to give everything my best!

Each moment in this past year and a half has been a learning curve in every possible way. I had surrendered Hope then. Now I am hoping against hope each day. Isn't that the best possible change? I have made some promises to myself, regrets can come back later. I am hopeful, hopeful to find whatever it is that I am searching.

And strangely there seems to be no rush. No pain. No loss. My weakest links have been erased I suppose. And I am still alive.
On my Ground Zero, yes these are strangely turbulent times. There is still a rebellion going on. But it is dulling bit by bit. What I can clearly see, that gets my best. And what is to come, can take its time. No time for regrets.

No (woe)man, No Cry ;)

A salute to the happy memories. You made me smile yet again.