Scraped my knee and proud of it...

scraped knee.. hurt ankle.. an torn jeans.. logically the next phrase would have been "boys will be boys" but i'm proud to flaunt that the next phrase actually is "yippi yippi that happened to me"...

no i dint fall off the bike.. nor did i try climbing a tree.. i only got a little enthu to watch my dear friend lead the school march past as Head girl.. well and in the process of running to the other end of the ground dint realise that the long jump pit comes in the way..

its not often that i scrape my knees (it doesnt imply that im not clumsy, because i define that), i celebrated this scraped knee.. not because there would be someone to acknowledge the pain or to massage the swelling(anyways there was no one) but because it awoke the sleeping child in me.. the one who loved cheer and fun.. the one who could be the just and the jester... it made me realise that the carefree, fun loving girl is still there, waiting to come out.. and out she is.. without a care of whats going to happen...

scraping my knee brought back to me the joys of childhood i had left far behind in a life where each move seems to be calculated.. reminded me that i am still entitled to do things without giving the consequences a thought...

Random or synchronised???

the fact that a silly facebook quiz told me that i'd meet my Mr. Right at a coffee shop is not the reason that i hang out at one most of the time.. i just find it really comfortable place to indulge myself in some deep studying.. (of my books ofcourse!!!).. but i do waste a little time reading the outlook.. and so i did today too...

there are certain unexplainable synchornies in life... its not even a couple of days back that i was having an intense discussion about true love and 100% commitment.. and the cover story of outlook was about screen romance and the love it never talks about.., there was a very nice article by the writer of Khosla ka Ghosla (sorry i'm very bad at names).. coming the author wove a beautiful article from patches of real life situations of love that was not.. just reinstating my question whether reel life 17 year old romances exist???

and i talking about synchronisation.. an elderly couple walked into the coffee shop.. and there was something about them that i could not take my eyes off them (apart from the lady being really attractive and smartly dressed in a pretty Saree).. they ordered for a sandwich and coffee for each of them.. their conversation was just flowing on.. not just through words.. and when they were done.. like most elderly indian couples it was the lady who paid(the lady carries the bag you see.. and men are more forgetful in old age).. outlook declared Shahrukh and Kajol the most romantic on-screen couple... but i'm sure even Aditya Chopra wouldn't be able to script love as true and honest as i saw today...

love is not just teenage romance... its waking up early some morning to make her a surprise bed tea.. to do the dishes together..to give..to commit... to trust.. to cherish.. not for a day.. month.. or year.. but for a lifetime...

Omg.. What a match.. Again!!

Not many put their money on history repeating itself.. but it did.. another epic final at Centre Court yesterday.. but it was Federer who was the heart breaker this time... (ummm.. i was more than thankful it was not Nadal facing him.. i'm sure i'd have failed to handle the stress)

the fifth set.. Vijay Amritraj merely called it the longest fifth set of a grand slam final.. (I'm sure he'll use more adjectives for it now). but the decider and omg.. A set that saw fantastic serving.. more winners than errors.. Roddick played arguably his best tennis.. was broken only once in the match.. and at that point he lost the match..

the match was definitely not for the weak hearted.. an enjoyable battle that left me regretting for my trimming my nails early yesterday morning.. i dint have any to chew off during the match you see...

Roddick might have lost the match.. and my heart cries out for him... but what disappointed me more is that now Federer overtakes Nadal as the World N. 1 *sigh* *sigh*

My teddy bear...

There are quite a few people i cant live without and ofcourse i'm sure they know that.. but there is someone very special (something, most would say) i cant live without too.. my eager listener, confidante, and very very loyal friend.. my very loved teddy bears.. most would call me an arctophile(a teddy bear collector), call me what you want, because its not like i care.. but my teddy bears are the dearest..

with about 2 dozen of them, each of them uniquely christened, they are very special to me.. and each of them has had a special way of being an entrant into my life... they offer unconditional love and comfort..

in times of hardship, they've provided solace. in times loneliness they've proved company. in times of silence they've listened...

Even when i'm cynical about the rest of the world.. i know my teddy bears will be there for me..

Here is something i had read sometime back and for obvious reasons immediately related to it.. so go on and read it.. Till then here is a bear hug from me to you...

I am your guardian teddy bear

I'm looking out for you

Just pull me close and hug me tight

Whenever you feel blue.

Just tell me when you're feeling sad,

I listen very well.

Your hopes, your dreams, your troubles too

I promise not to tell.

Share with me all your secret thoughts

Don't hold back anything

Just know that I'll be by your side

Whatever life may bring.

You are a very precious friend

You're special as can be

Nobody else is quite like you
And I should know, you see.

Because I am your teddy bear

And teddy bears are wise

We watch and learn our whole lives through

We're Einstein's in disguise.

So let me give you some advice

Always stand proud and tall

Be thankful for your special gifts

Because you have them all.
And I'll keep looking out for you

Just know that I am there

I am your biggest fan, you know

'Cause I'm your teddy bear.

No expectations no disappointments

"We do not indeed so often disappoint others as ourselves. We ourselves to form hopes which we never communicate, and please our thoughts with employments which none will ever allot us, and with elevations to which we are never expected to rise; and when our days and years have passed away in common business or common amusements, and we find at last that we have suffered our purposes to sleep till the time of action is past, we are reproached only by our own reflections; neither our friends nor our enemies wonder that we live and die like the rest of mankind; that we live without notice, and die without memorial; they know not what task we had proposed, and therefore cannot discern whether it is finished."

Under pressure and stress of this overburdened life often one tends to forget themselves. Changing the way one thinks from good to bad, better to worse, is just because one is too afraid to experience emotions and so the attempt to escape and think it will protect from disappointment.

shortcut to happiness????

It was a couple of years back that i participated in a play.. Dr Faustus.. ok i'm a student of literature.. but its one of the best plays ive read.. and the best ive been a part of till date. the plot overview is basically that Dr. Faustus a scholar is dissatisfied with his knowledge sells his soul to the devil (Lucifer himself) for twenty four years of knowledge and prosperity..

The whole play and our performance just came as a flashback when i was watching this movie called "Shortcut to Happiness". the protagonist sells his soul for name fame success and glory, but after he has that he is still not happy on the inside..

how many of us would gladly do that... little do we realise that name fame and success might give us momentary happiness but not fill our hearts with happiness.. cannot give us the euphoria that would bring tears of joy...

why do we pour ourselves into pursuits that provide so little in lasting happiness???

why is it that no thought is given to Aristotle's saying "happiness is "the virtuous activity of the soul in accordance with reason, happiness is the practice of virtue." - there is no shortcut to happiness

or may be i just think toooo much :P