Death: Are you afraid of me??
Me: Yes I am.
Death: I am coming for you…
Me: You are always welcomed.
Death: *Turns back and leaves*
Life: Are you afraid of me??
Me: No.. Why should I??
Life: Then I am leaving you.. (*Turns back and starts leaving*)
Me: As you wish. You are always welcomed to return.
Life: *Turns around and gives me a hug*
Time passes very quickly. It’s been a month since I posted. Frankly speaking, I didn’t realize it’s been that long. It just seems yesterday. While skimming through my diary, I found a poem. It’s not by me. I may have found it on some newspaper or magazine. It’s my habit to keep such pieces together in one diary. Credit to the original writer. A message to everyone…
One day I was thinking what is life,
A sweet girl told me love is life,
My friends told me faith is life,
And my mother told me courage is life,
I was puzzled in search of life,
In a dream, an old man appeared,
He said,
“Don’t waste your time adding three or four
Time is less and work is more
Life is a name of mix and naught.
Some things are, valuable and short,
The longest life at death must end.
Your length of days, can’t extend.
So search for ever, never to fail,
If you fall, then don’t recall,
If you are fair in your role,
You will soon achieve your goal.”
He said this and disappeared……..
Now I knew life is sweet.
Which money can never buy.
Two years back, while I was trying to comb my hair I found the first white hair. At first I thought it’s just a reflection of light from behind. But some days later my sis pointed some white hairs back of my head. I was like… Oh $#@t!!! I am getting older. It was the same time when I just started blogging. I don’t know why I didn’t blog about this.
First white hair is sort of turning point in your life. Often we relate it to experience. Your experience is directly proportional to the amount of white hairs on your head(What about the ones who are bald??). That’s why they say “These white hairs have seen a lot more things than you have.” Try to imagine a character artist saying this line. Becomes more effective. I have been involved in many conversations where this sentence struck.
The sad part of this story is that white hairs are on the verge of extinct. Hair dyes or Hair colors have changed this era. If you find someone with colored hair than he got white hairs(Most probably. I use these two words to save my life). A couple of months back my cousin brother colored his hair with white color. Not all but just the front part. I asked him why?? He said, “Everyone’s is coloring with brown, orange, pink and white is getting extinct. This is to save the whites and to get a different look among others.” True said. The only person with white hair I remember is Mr. Amitabh Bacchan with his white beard. Even the mothers in TV serials now don’t have white hairs. It’s difficult to differentiate who is mother and who is wife if you watch the serial for the first time.
I find it easy to bond and have conversation with white haired persons than youngsters of my age group. Maybe it’s because we are like haired, as in “like skinned” or “like religion”. Kind of Birds of the same feather flock together. They got a lot of experience and I have a big appetite for life experiences. I listen when they talk. Though on the verge of extinction, these white hairs can be found in places called old age homes. I am glad that at least someone is saving the white hairs.
Till you find your first white hair…
Think Nonsense…
Pain… is very painful. huh… Especially when someone close to you departs. You do everything possible to stop, but that person leaves you. Leaves you forever. That’s something you can’t do anything about. That’s what life is. It is very ruthless, ugly and yet beautiful. That’s supposed to be the greatest irony.
I have a friend whose name is Vijay. A cheerful, jolly person with a loud voice and thin body. Just like me. We met recently and I didn’t knew much about him. Today he started to open some pages of his life and I was surprised. He’s got five brothers including him and a sister. That’s a big family and he was the only person on whom the whole family depended until recently his brothers got jobs. After things got settled he married a year back.
What surprised me was that he had a twin brother. The had part surprised.. well shocked me. His name was Ajay. Both the brothers were exact copy. It was difficult to recognize them if they stood by side. Ajay married a couple of months earlier than Vijay. His wife gave birth to a baby boy. He was very happy and he planned his 1st birthday to be celebrated in a grand way. At this stage everything was going good. But they say… “When everything is going good, prepare for something really bad.”
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I wake up in the morning after snoozing the alarm for five times at least. Wrapping up the bed, here I go for the natures call. There is this mirror hanged on to a wall. This object was bought by me. I wonder why I bought it. Doesn’t make sense huh?? It won’t. I am not that good looking to keep staring at what appears in the mirror. Maybe it was an unintended intention (??????) to see if I look good. I don’t know if the same mirror means anything to the rest of family.
That brings up one big question. Why man invented mirror? Was it man or a woman? They use it much more than we do. Isn’t a mirror waste of time? If I stand in front of mirror and comb my hair everyday, lets say for 5 minutes, Then I loose three hours of my life in a month. I could have used that to watch one Hindi movie with 8-10 songs or two English flicks.
The option of uncombed hair looks better now as I am converting into a movie buff.
A few days back, I read a story about acid thrown on faces of some young girls. This is the stage of your life when you want to look beautiful. Can you imagine the fear in their eyes when they’ll see their face in the mirror? I cannot comment on the crime committed as it will lead to a full paragraph of bad words but the role of mirrors is such that it will lead to a catastrophe. The world without a mirror seems to be a good place.
Then we have rear view mirrors.
These mirrors often reflect objects closer than they appear. They force us to look back and we do it. Not just once, but again and again and again. We develop a habit of looking back not just while driving but in our life too. If you drive often then you’ll know what I want to say. It’s not a crime to look back. You should remember one thing…
Life is ahead… Not the rear view mirror.
Till the next time you check out the mirror…
Think Nonsense…
