Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Why should I care at all?


Last night I was reading a poem written by John Donne in which he scolds his beloved that why she cares about the opinions of people about their relationship. As he believes it is something against the passion of any emotion to pay so much attention to one’s own reputation and people’s openion.this very poem drags me to my real world and the mess created by unwelcomed opinions passed by unwelcomed critics. When we stepped into mature phase of life, we find ourselves in the realm of strict observation and we can’t even figure out that when the shower of criticism gets started. We are not given any to chance to find out any slot to hide ourselves. Because, the people who pass their opinions about our personal matters, do this job with such an authoritative aura that we cannot even think about of checking them.

But, do we really want to check them? I guess not really. Because in some other frame of reference, we are also the part of this very irrational community of critics. We also feel pleasure by talking about others’ personal lives. We also feel light by making rumors of subtle issues of one’s privacy. We pass our hours leisure by making useless phone calls such to tell our friends that roll no: 02 had his break up with roll no: 03 and with this roll.no:06 is very happy. When this opinion making can offer such an immense pleasure then why should I care about at all? Pass comments and face them as well. As it is the part of life. But believe me this is the only thing that has the capacity to create such a great fuss at psychological level that that cannot be removed via any mental therapy.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Death Chases


Even at our birth, death does but stand aside a little. And every day he looks towards us and muses somewhat to himself whether that day or the next he will draw nigh.

Robert Bolt


Sunday, December 13, 2009

I am going to be interviewed?

Yup! By tomorrow ,I am going for my first interview.It is not for any job, it’s not for any big post, it’s just for a mere diploma.A diploma for which my present qualification is more than enough.Yet,I asked my friends ,cousins and elders that what could be possible situation over there. I received very contrasting answers. My father said ,’’Oh Arooj!you keep on shouting all day about different matters ,what the problem for you to handle two or three people sitting in front of you’’.My sister says,’’oh Dear! You always complain about pity issues, there will be such a brief exchange of few questions just take it easy’’.My cousin says, ‘you have been inspiration for me in this regards why you are looking so worried’’.And Husband (to be) said,’’ You are an embodiment of confidence, this confusion does not suite you’’.

But you know friends; I am really scared. Tomorrow I am going to be judged. The interviewers will start noticing me the moment I will enter the room till the moment I will leave that place. They will also notice the way I take my seat and then leave it afterwords. The way I deliver my answers the way I look the way I ………….Oh NO….

Sunday, November 29, 2009

I wish, he could have…

He always insists that I should control my zigzag way of talking as it irritates him. He always asks me to slow down my pace while talking as he can’t understand what I am saying. He always suggests me to be practical as my bookish thoughts have nothing to do with reality. He always advices me to get dressed as per his choice as my own choices are not up to the mark. He always wants to me think the way he thinks because my way of thinking is just an amalgam of weightless ideas.

I wish he could feel while I am talking in zigzag manner, I just want him to know the underneath meaning of my words. I wish he could feel the passion of my words being uttered hastily. I wish he could understand that my bookish thoughts have the aura of my unfulfilled dreams. I wish he could understand the way I dress shows my real self. I wish he could feel the way I think is fine for me because I don’t think about anything other than Him.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Hush! My Noisy Optimism


Listen, how much it is making noise, how much it is indulging me false enterprises, and how much it is into in making fake promises. Whenever, I start believing that now things will never come in right shape, this stupid emerges and shatters my belief. Whenever I teach my desire to stay behind, it comes and compels it to move ahead in the realm of impossibilities. Whenever I tell myself that you are all alone and ask it not to look around for any shoulder.it put my hand in someone’s and again start a relationship that has everything except Relation.
It does not let me live me in righteous manner. It does not let me die. I still don’t know that from where it does come and how can I get rid of it,’’ this noisy Optimism’’


Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Let's express

Sometimes relationship gets complex. You must be saying that what’s new about this very fact I m having right now, as the matter of fact I am not going to deal with any heavy philosophy. I am here just to share my observation about a very strong blood relationship as: relation of a father with his son.

Whom else a father could love more than his son? A son: who shows his blood line, and who will keep alive his name. And who will give him a supporting and caring hand in his old age. The same causes of being in love we can find out at son’s side. Father; the symbol of affection, love, care,and what not. This is a kind of relationship that is considered unbreakable. But still I observe that this very strong relationship remains victim of rude attitude, indifferent behavior and anger showed from both sides.

Being a concerned person (specially being a sister and daughter as well) I tried a lot to dissect this issue so that I could reveal the underneath problem. At first place I ponder upon a father’s characte.A man when comes into the sphere of different rolls like a supporting son, a bossy husband, and a strict father; he suddenly starts behaving like dictator, this very attitude is not always because of his own wish but rather just to secure his family problems arising internally or externally, he put on this attire of strictness.Unfortunaelt, his own son becomes the victim of it most severely. A father loves his son but can’t express because he feels anger for his son’s new ways of living. A father cares his son but can’t express because he has also age for his careless attitude. A father wants to listen his son’s heart but often ignores because his so called ego wants his son to act upon his orders.

On the other hand, a son often idealize his father ,unintentionally, yet opposes his every move by considering it a check on his free living style. A son wants to admire his father’s sacrifice for his family and sheer struggle but cant utter a single word because of a gap that has been created by number of years accompanied with indifference. A son wants to declare that he loves as much his father as his mother, but manly ego always comes and restrict the both parties.

This lack of expression of love, keeps both men tense and their tension prevails in the family, and each member gets affected. I request to all such fathers and sons as well, just forget your manly attitude for a moment and express your hidden love for each other without considering their reputation as bossy father and a egoistic son.