I have never had many regrets. Have taken things as they come without worrying too much about what has gone by. Good and bad days are all a part of the experience called living (gyan alert!). I have lived by instinct. I have preferred simplification. In situations. In relationships. For me pursuit of happyness lies in pursuit of simplicity.
But things were anything but simple till some time back now. Mind and heart was been full of unhealthy clutter. Created at times by people around me and on occasions by the situations I have found myself in. I have lived through it. Still. Growing restless with it. Hurting and getting hurt. Behaving irrationally at times. But Cest la Vie I tell myself!
Life is good again. Fun. Unpredictable. And yet Simple. Like the way it should be. Like the way I like. Just like it was once upon a time.
Right people occupy important space in my life. For whom I want to care. Who I can call in the middle of the night and share a good laugh. Who share my idea of good life. Who know how to have a good time.
Immediate future is figured out. Almost. At least I know 'whats up' for me for the next six months. Can't plan any farther than that. But it's good enough. Have I found my calling? I am not sure.
Friends are getting married. I am happy for them. Excited too. There is a lot of fun to be had at their expense now! I am not getting married. Not anytime soon. At least I am not planning for it. Conjectures I strongly believe in. In such matters. What is meant to happen will happen when it has to happen. Why try hard? And who is in a tearing hurry anyway?
Mom is happy. Relieved I must say. My academic education is over. Dad is happy. With I no longer a dependent, he is chasing some of his long cherished dreams. I am happy he is. I have always felt my generation's parents who grew up in the India of 60s and 70s have had to make too many sacrifices. They have had to live always for others. For their parents. Their children. Thus altering and even crushing their cherished ambitions. Dad-Mom, you have cheered for me for too long. Role reversal I say. Now!
PS - Cant figure out the title? Give it some lateral thinking! I will be proud of you, if you get it. Nevermind if you don't. We will still be friends on Facebook.
But things were anything but simple till some time back now. Mind and heart was been full of unhealthy clutter. Created at times by people around me and on occasions by the situations I have found myself in. I have lived through it. Still. Growing restless with it. Hurting and getting hurt. Behaving irrationally at times. But Cest la Vie I tell myself!
Life is good again. Fun. Unpredictable. And yet Simple. Like the way it should be. Like the way I like. Just like it was once upon a time.
Right people occupy important space in my life. For whom I want to care. Who I can call in the middle of the night and share a good laugh. Who share my idea of good life. Who know how to have a good time.
Immediate future is figured out. Almost. At least I know 'whats up' for me for the next six months. Can't plan any farther than that. But it's good enough. Have I found my calling? I am not sure.
Friends are getting married. I am happy for them. Excited too. There is a lot of fun to be had at their expense now! I am not getting married. Not anytime soon. At least I am not planning for it. Conjectures I strongly believe in. In such matters. What is meant to happen will happen when it has to happen. Why try hard? And who is in a tearing hurry anyway?
Mom is happy. Relieved I must say. My academic education is over. Dad is happy. With I no longer a dependent, he is chasing some of his long cherished dreams. I am happy he is. I have always felt my generation's parents who grew up in the India of 60s and 70s have had to make too many sacrifices. They have had to live always for others. For their parents. Their children. Thus altering and even crushing their cherished ambitions. Dad-Mom, you have cheered for me for too long. Role reversal I say. Now!
PS - Cant figure out the title? Give it some lateral thinking! I will be proud of you, if you get it. Nevermind if you don't. We will still be friends on Facebook.
