LIVING IN INDIA - STOP DISCUSSING

From last two posts about my opinion on Meter auto and extra tax I have learned (the you can ready on Facebook). . If you want to spend peaceful and happy life in India then. . .

Do not post anything related to politics. Few people will never agree.

When they don't agree they will make you feel wrong.

They will take the conversation to such place that you will bang your head and just repent that why did you post something on social media.

They will keep arguing - without understanding that yours and theirs opinion is different and if I am writing something then that is my opinion. They are free to write anything on their wall.

They will drag you to a level where you feel you are a fool . .

Now this is new - They will call you show off and trying to gain popularity.

They will do personal comments like - calling you immature, did not expect coming from you, keep your frustration with yourself. .and such. (As if I have asked for something they have never heard of, as if i am the first person to talk on such sensitive topics)

They will say you are losing followers. . people are talking negative about you. .I mean really? Is people's character so loose these days? That by my one post they will just flip their perception towards me. May be. .

They will say you don't have anyone. (OH GOD! such big statement). .

And at the end - Nothing will change!!

Now I know why many people run away from India. . They cannot take this drama. It is stressful and so they decide to just live their life leaving everything behind because they know nothing is going to change. It's India. . Live your life. . enjoy your life. . You come first. . leave everything else. . :D

THE POSITIVES. . .

One evening, I was thinking.. people, as in “We” usually talk about negatives and tend to talk about those things/events that made us feel miserable in life.  We tend to talk about things that hurt or did hurt us in the past us or things that people did not do rather than things that people did for us. Why is it like this? If you observe a child he will be more happier than sad because he forgets things easily that made him cry. . . When we grow we start remembering things, mostly the ones that changed us in a way. . that made us more strong. The experiences that turned our life upside down are there stored in the memory and we talk about those experiences more often than we talk about good memories or experiences.

There is one friend of mine. He has been such a positive influence in my life that after I started looking at his life it made me feel positive about my own life. He is the person who is always happy *touchwood”. Now when I say he is happy that does not mean everything is perfect in his life, but the way he takes life with such positiveness that it gives me a reason to smile everyday. I remember when he was going through such tough time in his life but he did not give up on that smile on his face. He still talk positive things, his passion, dreams and was still passionate about achieving them even though the time was difficult! He is the person who has never talked negative about anyone or anything. He is just so focused on being happy that he just does not have time to look at the negative things. When I look at him I wonder there are good people in this life who still exists!

That person taught me how to be happy for no reason. He taught me happiness is not situational , but it comes from within.

With this positive thought I want to leave you guys with your positiveness! It’s with you and within you. . .

ROUGH DRAFT- A moment of love...

 Chapter 1

THE WEDDING BELLS

She slept there in silence and tried opening her eyes with great efforts. It was eight in the morning. She felt a little lazy, wanting not to get up. She stared at the window for few seconds. It was hazy and foggy. She got up tying her hair with a clutch and opened the drawer that was placed on the right side of the bed. After few seconds, she was holding a card – ‘Her Wedding card’. In excitement while reading the card she moved her butts and danced on the tune of love. The BIG day was almost here. Thinking about the life she would live after her wedding, she moved towards the bed and started setting it up. She was nervous and excited, both, at the same time. She was already waiting for this day! After she was done with her morning thoughts, she took the card again in her hands, dreaming again. She has always thought that wedding is not her cup of tea, but after meeting Karan she went through a transformation. She changed herself just to be with him. Few minutes passed by there were a knock at the door. She got up to get that.

Aisha, it’s you? She jumped off the floor, and stared at her for few minutes. That surprise made her day.

Yes, yes it’s me! Aisha replied. ‘Will you allow me in'?, she teased.

‘Oh come on in Aisha’ she exclaimed with joy. Finally you are here! I missed you so much.

I missed you too love. I missed you so much.

They both giggled and did their patent hand shake or more appropriate hand hug. Grabbing each other’s hand and hugging each other tight. They have spent their best days together back in the college.

‘Come on, sit’ she said. How was your travel? Hope you had no issues? The taxi driver knew the house, right or you had to guide him? I was really worried. You should have told me that you were coming I would have asked father to send a car to pick you up at the airport. I thought of calling you but…I got busy…and…you know… I will ask Raghu to send you some tea-coffee and yes get ready soon we need to grab breakfast and head to the parlour. 

Hey, relax! I am absolutely fine and as you can see, I am safe, and sitting in front of you. So please, now go and have a shower. You stink!

‘What?’

‘Yes, you stink!

‘I am going to kill you right here’ and believe me you are dead Aisha and she ran behind her.

Aisha ran ahead and she tried to catch hold of her. Aisha teased her saying ‘you can’t catch me’. And she replied saying ‘I will’.

‘Catch me if you can’ Aisha said.

You stinker I will catch you and chop you into small pieces. And will fry it and eat it for my dinner. She still ran behind her.

After few minutes both of them were breathless. They saw each other and hugged again. This time tight!

Oh I missed you Aisha!

Do I need to say I missed you too?

You idiot!  You need to say it.

You idiot!

…….

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10:30 AM.  They already kept their ass on the dining table. ‘Damn hungry’ Aisha said. She asked Raghu what’s there for breakfast. He replied in the typical tone:

‘Madam Tea is ready. We have Parathas and butter, butter milk and homemade stuffs.’

‘OMG, I can’t eat this’ she thought.

Do you have cornflakes?

Yes Madam, we have that. Should I bring it for you?

Yes please!

Madam, should I include milk and clotted cream in it?

NO! Only milk and no clotted cream, Raghu.

Okay Madam. I will be right back. He said and rushed towards the kitchen.

Aisha was working as a Brand Manager in one of the Multinational Company. She was tall, Not that fair, sharp features, nose a little longer than usual but straight and inclined exactly to her jawline. Her eyebrows were a little upward and eyes were big. Not that long, but quite long hair. She coloured her hair and so they were a little brownish compared to her natural black hair. She was a little modernised for Indian culture. She mostly wore short dresses and one piece. A girl, who was worth dying for, and she was hot!

She stayed in Mumbai and basically belonged to Nagpur. Aisha Chauhan was her full name. She always stressed on the word Chauhan when someone does not call it correct. She used to get irritated and felt like hitting hard when someone called her with wrong name.

It’s Aisha Chauhan and not chohan!

It’s CHOUHAN, making it clearer. Aisha’s father was in Indian Army and her mom was a house wife. Her mom has taken complete care of her and her brother. She moved out of her house for higher studies and things change from then. 

THE REAL YOU

After one complete year I have picked up blog writing. Last year January was the last time I wrote about things I wanted to do in 2014. Well most of it I could not but few of them I did. I am not sure what made me stopped writing, but I think I have become more conscious of what people will say about what I write.

Is it not a very common thing that we all go through? That what will people say about us. What will they think if I do this or if I do that?  I somewhere feel that after we reach a certain age we need to be very considerate of what we do, how we react, with whom we talk and in what way, how we do things, what career choices we make, how we live our personal life etc. etc. There is a set way to behave . . . or I should say a set way to live life which at a certain point is acceptable but I feel it as well brings down few people’s originality.

From childhood we know what we are expected to do and at what age. If things do not go that way then there is something wrong with you or your life. And if you follow a step by step process of living life then you are on a right track. I will never be able to understand this concept of living life but that’s okay. Not everything in this life needs explanation.

Tell me one thing can you really live life as a step by step process? No right! Life is uncertain and it comes with uncertain turns, uncertain years, uncertain dreams, uncertain friends, uncertain moments and uncertain everything. Then how can people expect that everybody’s life should be the same? That is the most unrealistic thing in the world. Not everyone‘s life is similar. Though it looks like but it is not. Not everyone earns the same, not everyone live the same, not everyone dreams the same way, and not everyone’s passion is at equal level. So, in short I want to say that there is no comparison between any one at all.  There is nothing like ‘he is more successful than him’ or ‘he is happier than him’ or ‘he has achieved more than him’. There is no comparison at all. May be the person who achieved less is more happy than the person who achieved more? May be a person is satisfied with what he have and the other one is never satisfied?

At the end the only thing that matter is how much you lived life as the way “you wanted to” and not “how others wanted you to”. That is what life is. . .  Memories are all we take and to build those memories you need to live life your way. It applies to me as well. I need to do what I want to but somewhere I am not. I am not living the life the way I want to. I feel I have lost my real self somewhere in this world. Somewhere with the way people think, somewhere I have started to act which I don’t want to.

But somewhere I know I am there . . . and somewhere we all have lost our real self that only we can find!

P.S: I am writing after one year so is there are any editing mistakes, wrong usage of grammar then ignore. Do comment!