Life & family

Family, perhaps the ones we are born to or grow up with, some we chose and called friends. And life has a way of testing us with family. And providing unpleasant reminders of a bitter truth. If life was really as beautiful, why do most of us have worst of our memories in abundance. Why can't we just be happy? Why doesn't life let us be happy? And loneliness is nothing that great a thing to celebrate. Going against natural of humans being social animals, this is. You see things like, evolution and natural selection gives us a stark reminder that life was never a happy beginning it always had been a messy and an incredibly sad cosmic business of which we are mere specs of dust, at the superlative.

The only fact that one can find solace in is that life ends so does our family and the contamination that my being is, so does this pain and all we are doing is waiting upon this inevitably with every breath.

Priest.


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Saturday thinking

1. Books, silence, time, probably the basic luxuries of life.

2. Its life's way of proving to you; that you are your best enemy and friend.

3. In all of this sarcasm about love, there is an iota of desire and a pinch of hurt as well spread over a hope of another chance

4. "I can't" - is a common knowledge. "I did it" - Is a break through.

5. Simple joys of having the weekend off, before we sulk about Monday let's just say a prayer for those of us in office today or tomorrow.

6. Don't need a list of rights and wrongs,: we need books, time, silence. 'Thou shalt not' is forgotten, but 'Once upon a time' lasts forever.
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A friday at work

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Friendship

Hello dear,

Someone once wrote that we walk away from our dreams afraid that we may fail, or worse yet, afraid we may succeed. While I knew so very early on that you would realise your dreams I never imagined I would once again realise my own. Seasons change, dear one. While I waited until the winter of my life to see what I've seen this past year there is no doubt I would have waited too long, had it not been for you.      

A new place obliges us to find our family. Not always the family that is our blood, but the family that can become our blood. Should we have the wisdom to open our door to this new family we will find that many a wishe we had can become a reality. A father, who once guided us, the brother, who once inspired us... many more. But when I say these words...words of hopes, dreams...I realize that the one wish that was granted to me, so late in life was the gift of friendship.

Thanks, 

Priest

March

The month of autumn, Holi and exams. Its a time of the year that instill anxiety, a natural of the sort. Every year this month I had my exams, and some how every day I wake up this month, it tells me that another paper is waiting for me. The true understanding of life has to come from this very month. You see even marriages, are an integral part of this month. However its me who feels that this month and until up to its last day we have hopes, which we had had dreamed a decade ago. For we were once students and learnt to dream in this month over a cup of warm bournvita or a slice of cake to score more than we deserve. In exams or in life, with mates or jobs. This is the month that teaches us hope and the very concept of wanting more in not just a spiritual way, its also the final month of a financial year. Its time to take stock of everything, your life to its last second. Yes.

Happy March!

Regards,
Priest.
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Words

A pen and a paper with some memories we can decipher our selves our life. Its a great way to hope for yourself. The salvation that this place provides is unparallel. You see nothing is as cathartic as writing for yourself. Scribling your thoughts and then letting them leave. Its your escape and may be you are looking for someone who can dwell in them.
Probably this might sound redundant we can understand this in great nature. Watching our own selves grow clearer. Happier. And even self reliant. But who would read us? Certainly not the guy like me. Not even the hope of a guy like me. In many winters I see you scribling..what is our dream? What is our meaning in all this..

Priest


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Hospitals

A place that is clean and some what cathartic to be in. At the nursery you'd see a new life bloom and prosper and at a morgue the same has been withering for hours. I wonder if this could be possible. In any other place. The sheer variety and flavors of universe can only be explained not in words. Never. You would have to be here to witness this miracle of being, of life and of its end.
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