crossroad

some people don't like when a movie or a book ends abruptly.they complain and prefer the "happily ever after". but tell me of a story which is immune to a sequel. what if the princess, after the end credits roll, thought that she made a huge mistake marrying the prince. she actually has a thing for "bad boys" with scar and actually the evil wizard was her true love. who is to say? may be the prince was gay after all and comes clean to the princess who couldn't take the news and commits suicide. anything can happen in the sequel.it never ends.for there is a potential sequel even for the sequel.

every story told is only a slice of the whole brick. we are at the mercy of the story teller and every thing is a mere perception of our own projections.and the real truth is that no matter how you see it,half full or half empty, the truth is that the glass is always as full as it is empty.

and such is life. it is like a perfect circle with a misplaced epicenter or a parallel rail line which seem to intersect. we live it so easily as breathing and yet it invariably feels like a struggle. it is a burden which we cant wait to dispatch and ironically our greatest fear is death.

every stage of our lives we are faced with choices.these choices are there to be on a daily basis. and then there is the eternal retrospective brooding.have i made the right choice?would my life be better if i had made the other choice?oh i have made the blunder!

but is there a guaranty that the other choice would have ensured a struggle free life where there would be no further choices to make.who is to say if it were for the better or the worse.

you set out to achieve something or someone and by sheer hard work and a little bit of luck and the tinniest bit of manipulation you achieve your goal, what then?its not over.another struggle starts of having to sustain it all.the more efforts you put in, the higher the bar is raised and it demands even more effort.and then its all gone.you lose it all.the fall is massive as you had risen so far up.and then you hit the lowest low.nothing is lower.and then you start to rise again.and its sweeter and higher and higher you rise only preparing yourself for another fall.

when we are younger, we want to be older wanting to do things what grown ups do and as we grow older we we miss the things we did when we were young.

people leave their country for a foreign land for a better life swearing that they would make enough money and return someday but they don't. then years later they miss their home so much and visit it and feel a love for it like never before but return saying that they cant live there anymore! invariably the reasons for it is that its not comfortable enough like the foreign land but not a day goes by when they wish themselves back in their home. matter of comfort of the mind takes over the pleasures of the heart.

someone may aspire to be a rockstar. but what about that rockstar who was squandering everything by abusing himself with drugs.or the one who had put a gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger? what did they aspire to be after they did that? apparently they had everything going for them and yet they choose to keep their existence in a state of substance abused tranquility as if to say that all that they have got is not even worth living for in a sane state of mind and then die of an overdose. and then ironically they become richer after their suicide!

we are in a constant fight to make things 'complete".we continue chasing the mythical creature called happiness and end up no where.we are obsessed with defining everything. we are sad or bored or jealous or happy or proud or hungry or in love or heart broken without realising that we are all of these things at all times. everything is in a state of balance and the cumulative effect of it all is the big ZERO.

we are too advanced for the past and too primitive for the future.too young for tomorrow and too old for yesterday. every lock is a key for some other lock. every question is an answer to some other question. when a face is covered in moonlight, sun shines on someone else's.

life is like a maze which we find ourselves treading in. every time we will pause long enough to look around we shall find ourselves at a crossroad.