Is there anything that is truly unconditional?

People say love is unconditional. But is it really so? Yes, gifts and surprises are not necessary, but how can you love a person who does not want to even see you?

You need someone to respond to you if you are talking, you need someone to argue when you are not happy with a decision, you need someone to hug when your hands are wide open and you do need someone to reciprocate the love you give so that the love can grow stronger. So how exactly is love unconditional?

So we actually do love people because they love us and love is the best thing we can return?

Who ever said physical appearance dont matter!

The mirror cracked. Eyes starred as I walked home.

My roommate: “It’s not that bad. I know it might be hard in India but people aboard would show a more positive attitude.”

I run into my room, shut the door, cover my head with a blanket and sleep off; hoping all of it was a nightmare.

Next morning, tears roll down my cheeks as I brush. I wish there were no mirrors around me.

Office was the last place I wanted to go, but I had to be more audacious. I reach office.

Colleague 1: “How? When? Why?”

Colleague 2: “I know it was not in your hands. Just let it go.”

Colleague 3: Has a disgusted look but talks of the fine day; looking away from my face every 2 minutes.

Colleague 4: Passes by as if I were a different person.

I hurry to my cubicle and hoped there was no meeting.
(damn the fring hair cut!!! ;))

Does a TRY count?

I stayed up all night and TRIED to finish the piece of work you had assigned to me, but I could not finish on time.

Thought: Maybe one day isn’t really enough.

I TRIED so hard to study that concept, but it’s just not in me. I think I’m better suited for Engineering.

Thought: Really?

I TRIED my best to learn the chores of the house, but I think it’s just not in me.

Thought: My best??

I TRIED living happily everyday, but life is so complicated that I have to accept it the way life comes to me.

Thought: Yup that’s the solution!!

I TRIED to impress her, but I guess I’m not her types.

Thought: Do you really like her?

I had read this a couple of days ago: “You haven’t failed until you have stopped trying.”
You hear these sentence everyday. We use “TRIED” so often that “TRY”, “TRYING” and “WILL TRY” have lost their value. Make a “TRY” count.

The misery of ‘ONE’?

There are a lot of people who are scared of ending up lonely. Well, frankly even I was one of them. One of my worst fears was of being alone for the rest of my life.

Well a lot has changed, and single is not that bad. It is definitely not impossible. After all, there is always an allowance for a singleton tag (I apologize for the nerdy thoughtJ). I was just trying to say that there needn’t be someone to complete you; you can most definitely have a beautiful single life.

I would not have written this post if I did not experience both sides. I used to enjoy having company all the time, having blasts on my birthdays with cakes and gifts, having someone to share a whole days experience, having someone to hear out my worries...….Well it didn’t last as long as I expected. The first few days were terrible. I cried for hours. I kept myself occupied. I suppressed my thoughts and my actions. Then suddenly, it became a part of who I am. I liked it this way. I guess people would categorize this as ‘learning to live’. Well, that’s why I said it’s not impossible.

Note: Not divorced, No tragic incidents, No bf problems, Not depressed in life, Not a maniac:-D (Just wanted to think of life from another’s perspective)!

AUNTY IT IS!!!

Its only when you grow old that you realize the joy of being a child. A child is forever eager to grow up, finish studying begin the "joyous" office life and earn money. Hardly does the kid know it only gets worse. The justification in favor of the child is his “maturity level”. Therefore, a child can get away with trying to act old because he is immature and let me put it this way… its just “Aww, so cute!!!”
As you grow older this “maturity level” increases (atleast is expected to). So it would be immature if a grown up would want to be a kid again (lets be practical, forever, is just plain annoying). It is considered immature if you want to play a silly prank, even if it makes people laugh, its immature to hop on a swing and sway till you have forgotten all your worries, its immature if you still like licking a cone ice cream rather than using a spoon, its immature if you still like to hog on your chocolates and candy bars, and so on….

It would be considered immature to desire for childish happiness even if it is once in a while, even if, for that moment, it is all that you happy, because lets face it-- you are 30, and well you would rather be called aunty than play a game of snakes and ladders :)

Which half would I belong to?

I don’t believe people on TV with their live telecasts, interviews and reports
because they hide and they exaggerate.
I don’t believe in prices, quality, amounts and discounts.
because these terms revolve around money and people.
I don’t believe auto drivers when they say they have no change.
because they know coins add up to notes.
I don’t believe beggars when they beg.
because people have given up on determination.
I don’t believe a child when he is lost on the roads.
because he might lead me to a trap.
I don’t believe people who want to help by carrying my luggage.
because they might just take it and run.
I don’t believe that people with dark glasses and sticks and blind.
because they know everyone feels sorry for them.
I don’t believe doctors when they say “Everything will be fine”
because it means IT WONT.
I don’t believe donations go directly to people who need it.
because poverty doesn’t seem to be decreasing.
I don’t believe people when they are too nice.
because I have come to believe: too nice = = horrible
I don’t believe people when they say “I like you”
Because it might complete in their head with: physically/ because of your money.
I don’t believe in mankind
because one half makes the better half look bad!

How dare you, without me !!

The henna still faint red on my hands; my fair neck doing justice to the newly threaded black beads displaying the dimension of each bead used in it; I stare deep into the rear view mirror as the car came to a halt. The jerk woke me up from whatever that it was that I was thinking of. Something else caught my attention- our duplex house. I could not wait to take a look inside. I ran towards the door, pushed the keys into the keyhole and unlocked the door. As I approached to turn the knob, I heard his voice from behind, “how dare you!” He came running, swiped me off my feet, smiled and said, “How dare you, without me!” He carried me into our house. Everything was still the same yet new. I was still the same, he was too, yet a year made the difference…every year it was the same, yet 25 yrs made the difference.