Lost...

I’ve been rummaging around for a while now. I’ve lost something. And astoundingly, this new-found Absence is benign enough to calm me and wholly fill me up with serenity.

Losses manifest into answers, similar to the manifestation of sufferings into wisdom. Wisdom brings in tact. And tact is the weapon to prevent the next loss.

It’s all about that little loop. Its intransience brings in faith.

Faith restores the yearning to live again. To win and lose. And lose some more to finally win. Continuity is all it needs. As innate as it may seem, it’s the most implausibly achieved attribute.

As long as the loss paves the way for a sufferance which rekindles tolerance, rummaging seems worthwhile.

So, I’ve been rummaging around for a while now…

Happy Birthday !!

It’s the Happy Birthday today.

This is what The Telegraph had to say about those born on the 30^th of October:

“You are more intelligent and curious than ambitious. Your independent and rational mind is hardly ruled by emotions alone. You are good at reading people’s nature. You are scared of loneliness, and conceal emotions. In love you are an idealist.”

Hehe…no comments. :D

Happy Birthday to me!!!

“But I couldn’t respond. My culture had taught me all the wrong things well. So I lay completely still, and gave no reaction at all. But the soul has no culture. The soul has no nations. The soul has no color or accent or way of life. The soul is forever. The soul is one. And when the heart has its moments of truth and sorrow, the soul can’t be stilled.

I clenched my teeth against the stars. I closed my eyes. I surrendered to sleep. One of the reasons why we crave love, and seek it so desperately, is that love is the only cure for loneliness, and shame, and sorrow. But some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths about yourself are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. And some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you.”

Shantaram
Gregory David Roberts.

Reply

Dear R,

It’s startling how someone tip-toes into your life and then makes a thundering departure. And yet you simply cannot fathom the reason for it all. You ask yourself if this is the end, you wait for something to turn up, in any form, in any way, something, anything…

You wonder if this was the pre-assigned termination to what seemed like an eternity.

You look back at all that had been and is no more. You feel the emptiness within; you find something stark about the entire set-up. You blame, you curse, you try to hate, and you undergo anger, frustration. Everything eventually fades away making way for your present, for your today, which looks back accusingly at your past.

Perhaps, what remains behind is a loss which only time can take care of.

They say to open the door ahead you have to close the one behind.

No matter how new the New may seem; no matter how familiar the Old may be. You ought to accept the conclusions.

You can live as a zombie for a day or two. You can cry into your pillow for a night or two. You can not really feel good about yourself for a while. You can ask everyone to get lost. You can…

But one fine morning, you will wake up, smile to that old fact, and gain normalcy just as miraculously as you had gone insane…

So just hold on.

Love,

M

[This is for you R. Your call really startled me. And a lill bit of it is for me as well.]