Moved On!

I've heard these words a little more often than I should probably have. This doesn't imply the randomness of my thoughts or of the people in my life. It's just an idea about something that is so unfathomable to me and I have never understood its real meaning.

What does it actually mean? I wonder it's some cryptic way to suggest, "I'm selfish and you take care now...you're on your own". It may sound brutal at once but honestly, there's nothing bad in being a little selfish. I mean, afterall we all seek to attain that inner happiness and sense of satisfaction. Life's a quest for pleasure. Who cares if attainment of those highly publicised possessions does not come as a not-so-amicable way for some people! Besides, who decides good or bad, selfish or unselfish, right or wrong. I tell you, it's all relative. We can't convert it into some science, like Mr Einstein did. Or could be so, some wacko may get it in a few years from now!

I felt this phrase of "I've moved on" to be a symbolism of self-centredness because of a couple of logic. Think about the people who have used this. They are mostly the "stronger" one in some way than the other. Or at least, they are the "leavers" and not the "leavees" (yeah, I guess, I coined this term, leavee). Such people, usually find another motif intriguing enough to neglect or forget their constants-at-a-point-of-time.

But a realization of this nature is like a bubble and it bursts sooner or later. And this phase of "moved on" ultimately sees the light of the day. OK, this may sound a little complicated...Sometimes, a person who has moved on does try to trace the path back, without any expectation to start over or something. I think, it's just a recall and a way to satiate the inquisitiveness within oneself...a desire to find out how the other person has been. However, this traceability could be largely erratic and untimely. Mostly, triggered by some event or just the result of exceeding a threshold of some moroning pile.

The interesting part of this whole episode is when both the persons have eventually "moved on". That, my friend, is probably the most ideal situation. And I don't know how but by some magical or supernatural way, both those people know about it. This knowledge of the occult is applicable even when one has moved on while the other has not. So, the bottom line is, both the people know what plane each of them is at. This degree of this mutual cognizance decides the course of future or the traceability factor.

Another possible reason behind throwing around the "moved on" phrase could be some sense of guilt and the cowardice for its acceptance. So regardless of that knowledge I spoke about earlier, a prick of this innate guilt would persuade somebody to unravel. At this stage, the traceability occurs in the form of some genuine concern for the well-being. Again, the timeline for this to happen can't be defined but I think, it definitely shows the maturity of thoughts.

Beyond its meaning, lies the fact of a point of no return for the person who used it. Honestly, you can't make someone to go back from this point to where you had once started. To try for it, is just a naive thought and meets with disappointment. This is the time to accept that it's done forever and you can't roll back the time or bring back the person into the same state of mind. If you can, wait for some traceability to happen or better still, just "move on". Really, it doesn't matter what it means but do it!

Quit Quit!

To quit is so easy,

In the times when one is so queasy.

There will be moments to bite the belief,

Hanging in there may not be of any relief.

To complain seems to be the only way,

Even when one'd promised to overcome, come what may!

In the struggle to keep the faith,

You wonder if life were shaped up by some lathe.

To see all the fears coming true,

In a fight between vice and virtue.

A sunny day doesn't look bright,

As it just adds up to the plight.

In such times of trough,

I seek for you my love...

Be my strength and pull me through this road so greasy,

I beseech you, never let me quit when it's so easy.

2 Years and 1 Book!

It almost took me about 2 years to read one full, complete book! Yeah, it sounds pretty weird that I was not able to take up and finish off a book completely ever since I've been in the US.

For almost a year, I'd given up my habit of reading but I thank my friend Bhawna for putting me back on track. Never mind her unintentional effect, but I was able to start of with a book! In one of her mails, she casually asked me what was I reading those days and also asked me for some suggestions on her new read. Well, I could suggest her fine but I was quite helpless with her first question.

That's the time when I thought of pulling up my socks. And to begin with something after such a long time, I needed a book that was interesting enough for me to go on till the very end. So I got "The Catcher In The Rye". It was just the right choice! Actually, I didn't mind reading it for a second time too! The first time I scanned through it was during my college days. I always liked this book...for its narration and the whole set up. I was so inclined to finish reading this book, as finishing one had become more like a jinx. The last couple of novels that I picked, both went half-read. On top of it, I ended up watching a movie based on those novels! So I never got back to pick up those books again. Thankfully, this time I didn't lay my hands on any movie based on the work of Mr. J.D. Salinger.

My next stop will be "A Thousand Splendid Suns". I'm glad I haven't heard of any movie based on this novel. The last novel by Mr. Khaled Hosseini, "The Kite Runner", gave way to some visualization and I lost my drive to read the stuff. Watching a novel-based movie is lethargic if you haven't read the novel prior to that and worse still, if you're right in the middle of reading that book. Alright, I acted lethargic.

From here on, encouragement will be appreciated guys! Plus, moving from a tale of American teenage idiosyncrasy to an Afghanistani story-telling would need some tune up of thoughts. Tell me about cultural shock! :)

5 Days in a Row!!

Hang on...I'm not talking about some Test Cricket match! It's just an acknowledgement to the fact that I was able to hit the gym for 5 continuous, hectic and monotonous weekdays! I achieved this after a long-long time...plus it gives me a boost to see the weighing machine go lighter by around 5 pounds (well, not in these 5 days though...I think, it's a cumulative result of my previous perspiratory sessions too!). I did a lot of treadmill...basically running! Nothing less than 10 miles in a total of about 100 minutes!! Do the math now people...and let me relax my sored calves!

Keep Walking... :)

TGIF??

It’s a Friday evening and I’m just taking some breather after washing a load of clothes and doing the dishes. But the fun part is yet to come…nah…basically, I’m out of company for few days.

I’m stuck here on this weekend and I don’t have anything to do that I like doing! The weather is going to be wet and rainy over a couple of days, so no cricket for me. I can’t go meet up friends as they all are busy (somethings come wrapped up with marriage). I can’t even drive down to a nearby city where I’ve got people. And the ones who are available (even if they are married) are so far away that it’s not logistically possible to go see them.

I could have swung by some bar or pub but I’m watching my weight, so trying to go dry (for as long as I can). Besides, I’ve got a Microsoft certification exam on the coming Tuesday…so I’ve to study too!!! (can’t go worse than this)

So I’ll just do some cooking, cleaning, studying and be confined to my bunker! Gosh, I just realized I returned the last Netflix DVD I had…guess I’ve to wait until Monday for a new movie! The video projector in my room will be pleased to know this, as that’ll save some of its bulb’s life! Sucker…

This Monday my room-mate, Vijay, is coming back from India…at least I’ll have some company from there on! Till then…sulk sulk sulk…and you call it T.G.I.F. (This Goddamn Irritating Friday) whatever!!!

Mumbai Rocks...???



This was a dramatised version of 9/11, that is 11/26 for you. Both these cities never claim to sleep except for those innocent people who would never see a tomorrow again. But thankfully, it won't take it as long to renovate Taj or Oberoi as it'd take to resurrect the World Trade Center! Yeah, find some solace...

The basic question is, "How could there be such a failure of Intelligence or was it a failure at all?" The attackers just couldn't have cruised through our country and breached our security so easily!

Like 9/11 supported some theories of it being an Inside-Job, I won't completely deny such a possibility in the Mumbai Attacks! If it's not an out and out Inside-Job, there must be something intrinsic about it.

While going through a bunch of websites where the "Mumbai Attacks" is being discussed, most of the comments have the people talking about the animosity between India and Pakistan. Blaming a particular clan or religion is not going to make things better! We already know the facts.

We should get our basics right and think beyond the picture we're given to look at! No one but the politicians can "facilitate" such a thing, 'coz it's only them who are so insignificantly powerful and uselessly capable!

I'm totally shocked to see what's happening in our world. And these attacks have just let me realise how do the nations and their people suffering from terrorism feel! Sometimes it takes you a harder hit to know how close could it be.

Can't Name It...???

This time I'm not writing this on a Wordpad or a MS Word! And a direct entry here is just to mark the completion of a full year to my ever-courageous move...my transfer from Pune to Gurgaon!

I still vaguely remember how I'd felt while stepping down that Goa Express, on the 18th morning of April 2007. Generally the case is such that these things just feel like the happenings of yesterday...very close to you...not very distantly lost in the wilderness of life. But this event is losing its mark in my life and I'm growing distant. I might as well attribute this unusual phenomenon to the series of events that have happened in this span of 1 year.

Ever since life has been on a fast lane...I've hardly been able to brood over my past and deeds. And when a new thing came knocking at my door with its intricacies, I just found myself getting swirled in it.

I don't know how will I remember this day in the coming years...well, not sure if this would even strike me then. So far, it's been a speedy one for me and I hope it goes on at the same pace...Sometimes, looking back from a rollercoaster causes nothing but nausea.

I actually couldn't name this post...