Random Thoughts

What is it about a hero that makes life enriching? The long ago scriptures of battles, wars, strategies and heroes somehow leaves me quite inspired and more importantly intrigued. I wonder if I was also a hero in those wars, if they ever did happen. But then, I wouldn’t mind, if I was a mere foot soldier, who stood up for a leader worth dying for. Or perhaps, I was the ruler worth dying for! Ha, fat chance, but then, my fantasy, so, well, what the heck? I always loved reading about battles and wars, not because of the coldness of blood or I have some perverse sense of humanity, but because they make me remember that there was a whole different world, where people lived and breathed integrity and that, there was a time when more than money, it was the values in a person that made him or her a human. To be able to stand up for the belief you held is not an easy thing and when I read about the relentless pursuit of glory in conquering a land, I feel, lucky are they that they know what the...

Harry Potter and Half Blood Prince - and wow, just for the thrill of seeing it on the first day on the big screen, though the 3-D is for the name sake. Anyway, when I first read Harry Potter, I remember that I completed the six books in two days and two nights and it was still a year to go before the seventh one was to be released and I could hardly contain the excitement of touching the book and yes, I pre-ordered it the moment it was on sale and I think I got a good deal too, though I was ripped off on the game DVD that was promised along with it, but what the heck, it is Harry Potter and I watched Order of Phoenix the next day on the first day and man, was I thrilled to sit amongst all those fans waiting anxiously. If I thought the Harry Potter and Order of Phoenix was good, well, half blood prince, exclusively for its cinematography was splendid. I could hardly restrain myself from standing in the queue in the theatre, knowing that it was still thirty minutes for the opening time a...

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story. All the characters are fictional. The incident itself is a creation. Any resemblance to people or to the situations in the real world, is purely coincidental. ------------------------------------------------- “I have been so worried. You could at least call”, she said as he opened the door looking slightly flustered. “I am sorry”, he said, hugging her and whispered, “but, you just got in here, right?” She flushed slowly and damn, this man can read her like a radar, she thought, wondering how in the blue hell he knew about it. “Shall we get going? We don’t want to be late”, he said in a soft tone and leaned in and said, “We can have a tiff about how I know it when we get back”, and smiled. “Don’t you want to fresh up?”, she asked, slightly frowning at his appearance, not because he was not looking the part of the crowd that they will join soon, but because he was wearing a neat white shirt that he liked rather than the blue one she prese...

Why is it that it hurts and it keeps hurting? Why is it that I cannot seem to understand? Why is it easy to take offence? And why is it that you find yourself alone when in tears? Why is there no potion ever discovered for blocking things that cause a searing pain in your life? why is it that everything that is worth in life should be fought for? Why is it always difficult to be happy? Why is it that you find it easier to feel sorry for yourself? Why is it that a single word can change your world? why? Why? Why? It hurts… don’t know where, don’t know why, don’t know if it will ever stop. I don’t want to have a sleepless night.. I don’t want another nightmare in my life… I don’t want to run away from demons… why can’t it just be over? This life, supposedly a gift from God, particularly a life of a human, why is it a curse? A bane? A friend told me one day, that since I only see the obstacle, I find it so large that I cannot find my way around it. But if I see it as a pebble to just thr...

Well, been upset most of the time these days and nothing seems to help me gain perspective. The thing about being disappointed, particularly by the people you care about is not an easy thing to digest. But more importantly, if you let down the people you love, it is even more difficult to tolerate, right? Sometimes when things turn sour, the after taste lasts for a life time. The cross roads that seem to forever be the choices I hold in life, sometimes are just the roads I do not want to take. Some times I am too used to the roads I am traversing that I do not want to get out and explore another path. And then I realize I am stagnant, unmoving and lost. I buckle up and rush through to realize the last ship has left the shore. Then I squirm and wiggle and swim across, fighting for survival and I succeed and I know I will succeed too. The worst part is all these could be avoided with a little pro-activeness on my part. My thoughts are currently unnerving and even a bit confusing. Sitting...

Enrique is a master conjurer! I read this in an orkut profile and was stumped. Googled it and the moment I read Enrique’s name, I know I would fall for it. And I did! Man, is this something or what?? You, do you remember me? Like I remember you? Do you spend your life going back in your mind to that time? Because I, I walk the streets alone I hate being on my own And everyone can see that I really fell And I'm going through hell, thinking about you with somebody else Somebody wants you Somebody needs you Somebody dreams about you every single night Somebody can't breath without you, it's lonely Somebody hopes that one day you will see That Somebody's Me How, How could we go wrong It was so good and now it's gone And I pray at night that our paths soon will cross And what we had isn't lost Cause you're always right here in my thoughts Somebody wants you Somebody needs you Somebody dreams about you every single night Somebody can't breath without you, it...

I hate being mediocre, cannot understand why though. I have never been best at anything, but I prided in being obsessive about details. And when I have my details, I am ready to go for a head on, but it is not in me to sit with a problem for an eon. Somehow, I never appreciated people finding flaws with me, not because I think I am perfect, not because I think I do not deserve to be pointed out, but because I think I should have found that flaw by myself. When I am pointed with the obvious, it is exceptionally hard on me to swallow it in. These days have been a little bit tough for me, what with thoughts ranging from deranged to retarded to depressing to worried, on top of it my health has been fantastic, I just do not need a disappointment in terms of what I do! But then, I always failed to understand this part of me. Why is it so difficult for me to accept that I am wrong? Though I accept it, I just cannot digest it and it simply turns me off. I sometimes wonder if I miss the minute ...