What am I doing here!

Well, life is never the same. Thoughts, opinions, ways, acceptances, 'Times', and what not..! Everything gets changed with the touch of time.
Preserving my thought-bank here, so that at any later stage of my life, I could be able to catch the velocity-graph of my life. How people get changed, & how things get changed; and how people change things & how things change people. 
May be some day I be able to conduct a longitudinal research on these 'variables' once this data gets collected in the course of time. 

 
Good Time :) 

And here You win.

The air is the same for all, and the same is this water. But not equally do all get the volumes of air and water in their lives. Yes, volumes certainly matter. A small window to the garden may not bring all the air, fragrance and sunshine into the room. And luck does not grant big doors to everyone. So, this must be seen as a battle of luck and the life. A part of my soul gets hurt every time I locate this battle anywhere in this world. My eyes, my little binoculars don’t fail to capture the pictures of pain, and the same gets printed on my soul in no time.

If there is really a Creator, why could He not be perfect at His job? And if He failed, how could we, limited in our own ways, do a simple thing perfectly? Why has He showered pain with such a generosity in His world, in our world? May be, He too is short of happiness. Or may be, it’s a matter of choice. As a critic, I have a ‘Thumbs Down’ for Him. Here I offer Him a direct, open advice.

"Dear God, You need to walk in our shoes to understand well, how tough it gets to be to walk 'without shoes' on such a rough and stony earth. Could You please afford to take off Your diamond-studded crown to taste the brilliant golden rays of the scorching sun? The sweat-drops running down Your face might inform You someday that tears have an even greater salt-content.

I really dare to say a lot more of things, but Your Infinity takes over me. My very limited, finite existence is not able to figure it all out.  And perhaps that’s only why, it’s said that you can never trace out loop-holes in His creation. And here You win."

Timsy Mehta.

Celebrations of 15/08 'Redefined'..

It's Our Independence day today, the day when our motherland could be ours in the true sense. Definitely it's a day to greet each other, say 'Cheers', and enjoy a 'National Holiday'.. And here we go, it's not at all the right time to remember how this battle was fought! Why to give a damn to the thought of patriotism?

Man, this is the day of celebrations. And 'We, The Indians' being so enthusiastic have always believed in living the 'moments', so what's the sense of missing this very opportunity! Let's leave all the concern and 'Deshbhakti' sort of crap for those pathetic mindless soldiers who leave their homes and 'Gharelu' responsibilities, and put their own lives in danger just for the sake of their 'Dunno-what' duty.. Anyways, let's not spoil the atmosphere of jolliness here anymore, and let me say to you all,

Happy Independence Day.

:- Timsy Mehta.

  [Humble Sarcasm]

                                                                                                                                

"Amity-Friendship-Goodwill-Yo-Yo"

Hey my readers,

Call it a matter of chance that I finally get some time to liberate the balloons of my thoughts regarding 'Friends, and Friendship' right on this 'Friendship Day'. Well just like we keep meeting new people in our lives, there are times when I feel like asking myself, "Is this person my new friend"? :o) And the answer to this ever-happening question is NOT always a 'Yes'. Here, I try to socialize my thoughts on what I think friends are.
‘VROOM-VROOM-VROOM…’  Did you get this sound? Here my thoughts’ bike is being picked up.  :D

1.)    Like the name suggests, a friend is the one who remains with you, like a guard, like a companion, and let me mention this one too, like a ‘Friend.’:D. Outside your home, he is a torch of your life. Right!

2.)    Even if you don’t utter a word, the friend knows what’s going in your mind. He can listen to those whistles which you missed to ‘broadcast’ and he tries to add music to each song of your life. Isn't it so! :o)

3.)    I believe that two friends actually have a single wallet. I have seen a hundred times ( or may be less than a hundred times, :P ) good friends getting split over the issues regarding money. At least I find it unfair. This world is being pampered with the butter of money. And the same is turning out to be unhealthy for its relationships. No?

4.)    Friends are always there when they need you. But friends are never there when you need them. Is it so? It’s better to float alone in this ocean than being with those ‘Junk-bags’. Well okay, life is to bestow care and help; this all only makes life worthy. But the definition of friendship would get distorted with such kind of people around. Let’s cease to call them friends. :o)

5.)    Your friend is your own existence. This is one original thought that exhilarates my brain and soul both. Yes, I mean it plainly. If you feel happy in your friend’s comforts, you are as lucky as is your friend. While composing this point, I’m like getting jam-packed with very blissful vibes. While reading this, are you too? :o)

6.)    I find no charm in ‘Give and Take’ relationships. There is no room for friendship in this kind of barter. How far can two good friends travel together, if they keep counting the number of times they got obliged by the other one? Call it a healthy business or no matter what, but not amity please!

7.) If you feel the need of clarifying things to your friends, you are certainly driving your car on the wrong side. A dangerous ride can't guarantee a happy journey. Are you getting the point?

8.)    And yes, this point is the last one from my side for the day, but not the least! He too is a human. And he as well needs compassion at times. He has also got his share of sweet and sour times. He might fail to say someday, but he too needs your shoulder to rest upon. Don’t go so busy collecting all the honey of empathy, that you start neglecting his fraction. Okay, even if it is not a give-and-take one, but it certainly is two-sided. May be some of his songs are in the wait of a tap of melody from your side!

And here, I’m really God’s favorite, I know. Having got so many good friends who care for me, and who are there for me, I feel so comforted. :o) Take this as a note of thankfulness. 

If this feeble attempt of mine brings a curvy smile on your face, my friend, I’d consider myself as a good friend. And I anticipate that smile there actually. :P Oh! I'm such an optimistic fellow! :D :D

Here, Happy Friendship Day, buddies! Yo-Yo! :D

Timsy Mehta. 

The Frog And The Fox

When it rains like this,
a thousand memories
get rekindled.
The green frog
hidden somewhere
in my heart
gets in form.
Its urge
to taste the drops
takes me
to the canopy.
A million wishes
may go unnoticed,
but can I miss
to see
this frog!
So dear to me,
this frog is,
yes,
my real version.
So well it knows,
when to dance,
and how to rejoice..
unlike the
fox in my brain.

A bubble thinks...

Damn I want to express things as my eyes direct to me. So, what's the big deal! Well, I need to know, if my eyes are able to X-ray the facts hidden behind the facts shown. And I need to know, if my eyes don't wear colored glasses. I need to confirm, if my eyes are able to scan to my mind the true picture of the things visible.

Gosh! They can't. They suffer from limitations. They have their own shortcomings. Trying to depend on my eyes alone could never make it. I need to switch over to a better option. Well, could my brain be of any help? Let me think. Nah. It can't think 360 degrees round. Whatever in front, can be analyzed well within the limits of my knowledge. But what about 'beyond the limits'? 

Big borderline. I don't know everything. Little-much that I know can't be confirmed as something perfect. My knowledge-sources are not trustworthy. Theories keep getting rejected from time to time. No brain works in a fool-proof manner. I dare not to believe in my brain for the perfection of that analysis. Don't I need to strive for perfection?

My thoughts need to be churned. Big stones need to be turned. I must get an impression, that the world is not going to be the same ever. A single minute is capable of bringing big differences here. Anything perfect in this moment is subject to wear and tear in the very next moment. Could perfection be expelled ever from the boundaries of place and time? Certainly not. So, where is this all thoughtful homework taking me to? It's already big time to realize, that I should not get into the worries of being perfect.

A little bubble doesn't live for long. So is this life. Isn't it like a 'never get again' kind of opportunity to rejoice! I must plan to get a chunk of lethargy while creating complexities around me. This bubble must utilize the time available for better things like creating harmony.

My eyes, my brain, my words, and my expressions must be my loved soldiers, but not worth being relied upon blindly. Expressions should constantly work for celebrations. I think I should invest my time in joining the worthy part of the world.

Bliss.

Hey, my best pal!

Hey Life!

No formalities please. I think, I need to rethink on my decision of being friends with you. When supposed to choose, I love to be in the fraternity of those who add jolliness, fragrance, forgiveness, and togetherness here. I found in you a great friend, who could provide all that one could desire of, and much much more. But I think I have got certain reasons to believe that all that softness got only superimposed by me on you there. Ain't you way more cruel than you ought to be? My dear, why don't you try to follow, that you are the most loved here. Which heart doesn't need you? The rhythmic dance of every heart-beat is meant to welcome you. People keep chasing their favorites till the end just because they feel that you shall come to them along with those favorites. So much comparable with a gift are you, while the favorites happen to be a kind of mere wrapping foil only. Grand parties get arranged with the thought of getting into your fortunate lap. We here smile for you, cry for you, we dance for you, we rest for you. My my, we here love you so much.

Friends were never so! I fail to access, if you reached some extra-ordinary heights; or we collapsed down. Whatsoever, you are far away. Someone who is like the essence of this planet, and still missing, is you, My pal! Get some time to figure out the mess being generated in every heart on account of your being distant apparently. See, it's always hard to lose a friend. So, despite finding myself damn hurt regarding the kind of choice I made while befriending you, I can still find myself maintaining a sacred corner for you, and the same is getting so much like a void right now. I but have to admit, I sincerely don't want to get out of touch with you. Actually, I belong to you completely.

Trying to read your mind, I may speculate that the world might have not been very much hospitable to you, who knows! I suspect, if you got hurt by the way people do here. Backstabbing annoys. May be, you got victimized of the bad intentions of the worldly players. But why don't you give us all a chance? Get back dear, get back. Somehow I can have a hope, that you would be back. Well, words thoroughly sound superficial, when it is all being listened through the feelings! Don't I know that you know each of my word so well way prior to its utterance? Still composing these words here, I don't know what the sense does it make. All I know, is that we all love you, and we all miss you. It may be regarded as a dumb letter on behalf of all those hearts which are getting turned into mere mechanical organs, rather than being the core of subtle feelings, and sublime love.

Anticipating a reply sooner than later, I'll be happier to find you yourself there though.

With a crying heart, and a smiling face,

Your very own,

Timsy.

What rules our world!

Feelings::: We all are the bags of feelings. Good feeling-Bad feeling-Gut-feeling-this feeling-that feeling:::: all the way.  Can we somehow free ourselves of the feelings? Well, such a difficult task is it, nearly impossible; for me, at least. Feelings run our world. We feel about something, and we move likewise. Positive feelings take us towards, and negative ones, away from the subject. So, what is it that adds credibility to our feelings? God knows, well! Then, why do we trust our feelings like the ultimate truth! Ain't they mere a nice blend of our thoughts, past-experiences, perceptions, speculations, and even imaginations? 

We have to choose a road to proceed. Yes, because we all have to reach our destinations. And that choice of one road amongst the endless options available has to be done with thoughtfulness. But then, can it be claimed, that it would take us to the way desired? I can't agree much here. For, our speculations may be very much apt, but can we really control the external variables? No one can actually do this. A good fortune can help us a lot in the course of this journey; but still, is this luck a much-reliable one always? See, who knows! My point is, that if we can't control the external factors, the success of our efforts gets unpredictable. Here, getting effortless is as worthless as anything. So, intelligence must be put into work. And that was my point. Do I still need to be more prompt here? 

Okay. No use of crying over a failure. Let's do a better work with a greater effort. But let's not repent over a wrong decision of the past. For, it's never in our hands.

Let's do it. Let's love it. Let's face it. Let's hit it. Let's be happy.

Good wishes for a happy journey,

: Timsy.

On a day...

That was a long day,

when I found myself

entrapped in the dark.

Scorching sun, and the dark;

Such a mismatch!
And I was alone.

I cried, shouted.

The dark did not mind.

I collapsed,

but then rose up.

For I trust myself.

Wiped my tears off;

and fought with the fear.

I made it.

Could not hug though,

but I loved myself.

An enlightened heart

indeed has 

much more light

than the daylight.