Solitude - A Cherished Companion

Hello fellow earthlings! It so often feels like we are this mamoth crowd stuck on this planet, where, each day we are made to face situations good and bad as if, we are some guinea pigs and the almighty, a scientist. Sometimes, we keep running away from situations and after a while we just feel like sitting down and taking a break. The monotony literally bites and hence we go underground. I have been feeling the same. It seems like solitude is the only solution and much to our liking it is a very comfortable phase to move into. Offlate I more than often feel like shunning major social interactions, not because I feel insecure but, just that I cannot bring myself to agree to go with the flow. A person whom I value a lot always asks me to drop all the lousy emotional baggage and just take a dip in the river called 'life' which by my reckoning leads to the ocean of 'happiness'. But on the flip side I want to thorougly soak into the current phase and forget about the rest. I still love all the people who are close to me but just want to take a pit stop in this lengthy race. Because, we humans are meant to be social and the protocol commands that we interact with our environment and fellow humans. Obviously humans cannot take a sabatical from the daily course of life but can still try to ponder over what is currently happening to them. I believe that these phases are all dark tunnels at the end of which awaits happiness with open arms. We ought to call a truce with our inner self to be happy. So, I guess, I'll get going and do what I actually like. Who knows, I may actually bring myself some inner peace!

Relationships and all the hoopla

I many a times wonder as to how do people claim that they have a perfect relationship. What aptly defines a relationship I absolutely do not know. Is their any specific mechanism which clearly defines the maintenance parameters for a relationship? Well, I, on most of the occasions find myself to be confused about my relationships, especially my friendships. I on the one hand call people my best friends but do not feel that from my heart at times. Frankly speaking, I feel that I have to fake my concern and have to forcefully keep in touch. Everything seems abnormal because the very relationships that are meant to be natural for humans turn out to be painstaking and miserable. I am definitely not a loner and do not want to be one but, I just stand bemused at my own doings and thinking. I definitely love the people who care for me but at times just fail to understand whether constant communication is the only basis for trust? Is constant shadowing always a necessity?  However, at this moment I wish to dish out all these  idiotic thoughts and stare at my plants as, with no emotional investment they are some of my most loyal friends. I guess, at the end, relationships between a person and other people is a necessity for existance but enjoying your personal space and spending quality time inside your cocoon is also a necessity for growth.

Gardener gone berserk

Well, I am back to my days of experimenting with veggies but this time my plans are a little mamoth for the space I have been allotted. So this is it - 'I am going to grow sweet pumpkins'. I know that the gardeners out there would burst out laughing but, hey, what is wrong with a little bit of fun, right? If it is any consolation to the conventional gardeners, even my mom burst out laughing. But that doesnot bother me at all. Now, since I have challenged myself , I am all set to sow the sweet pumpkin seeds. Let us all see the way things shape up. Kudos and happy gardening!

My childhood- A Memory Or Just a dream

CHILDHOOD……….. AS I REMEMBER IT

How happy were those days….

When we were so very small,

When problems seemed petty

With worries not too many.

When, a single toothless smile

Would make us a celebrity

With words too few

Crying would surely do

Toys were our life

And acquiring them seemed to be our only goal

Gone are those days………..

When, we were innocent

And pure at heart

Just like young baby birds

We were yet to make a start

Ambitions didn’t exist

And emotions mattered a swat

When people gave us candies

And, we jumped into their arms

Rummaging through those memories

I fail to recognize the baby,

The smile in the picture

Seems to be lost on my face.

O’h, I wish I were that baby again

So I could leap into the arms of my parents again

I wish I could go back in time

When innocence was bliss

And imagination was heaven.

-By Nishanth Raghuram