The past, the present, and the future

Sometime back, a good friend of mine asked me, "how many times have you thought that a year passed really fast, that your childhood passed really fast, that you wished it could last a little longer?"

I gasped and thought, every new year I say these exact words!

I don't know why but I would definitely be right to think that everyone that I know has wondered once in their life that 'past was really fast'.

Now, I think I know the reason behind it :) The reason is that we do not live in the present at all. When we see the morning sky, we don't feel its beauty anymore, because in our minds we are not watching the sky, but planning the day, or, thinking what to wear in office ( specially us girls :) ). Every moment we don't live in the present, in our minds, we are either in our past or future.

I tried it one day, that I will feel every feeling of everything that I see, that I hear, that I touch, one day. And at the end of it, I was strangely happy, for in that one day, I have lived so much that I haven't lived for a whole year may be :)

Try it! It works.

Can We Define Friendship..

Penning down my thoughts have never been so amazingly beautiful as this! A month's vacation has given me enough time to think and re-think whatever I come across. So here are some random thoughts!

Right from the mail from a long lost buddy...to the departure of an old friend...to, lets say, a phone call from a new-made friend!! Are they all same...

... or they are different!

The way the mail from the old buddy makes my eyes cry...the departure of the old friend made my heart cry...and the new friend made up for all that was lost! So, they are all different from each other, yet, as friends, they are all so similarly special to me! I guess a friendship defines itself...in its own way. It comes in a full circle when you least expect it and it just goes away when you least want it to go!

Friends never say goodbye

I am standing at crossroads, going for my PhD in Michigan..leaving my life here, these are the only words I could think of..

What is done has been done for the best
Though the mist in my eyes might suggest
Just a little confusion about what I'll lose
But if I started over I know I would choose
The same joy the same sadness each step of the way
That fought me and tought me that friends never say
Never say goodbye

An Equal Music

There's music in everything I feel;
There's music in everything I see;
If you hear a melody, a flute or a string;
Look around a bit, and you will find me.

An equal music is all I crave for. Time since I can recall anything, I remember my hunger to be a musician. I remember the sounds of the guitar strings or the tagore songs echoing in my ear from dawn to dust. Even now, if I hear a song or a composition that touches my heart, it lingers in my ears for days uncountable. I believe that music, in its own way, can express the said and the unsaid..