Wanderings...

Often I have random thoughts which makes me see life in a different light. These are realizations which doom me...makes me wander more...makes me understand the implications of life...

So here I wander-

"I hate nostalgia. It is the proof that there are so many beautiful moments that someone's missing. How we are slaves to time. It passes so fast that it is so difficult to catch up on it. It is like sand in the hand which slips however you want to hold it."

Rock Paper Scissors Situation V

Rock
Amidst beauty and the beast

Paper
Relaxing and running away from monotony

Scissors
Procrastinating

Rock Paper Scissors Situation IV

They are away from each other. A foreign disease have led them apart. But thy are still playing the game and dominating each others life.

Rock
In her mother's lap...Enjoying being away from the hustle and bustle of the life she so at times does not want to be a part of...

Paper
Just drifted away from a new destination...Loved her short stay there(courtesy Scissors)...But right now focussing on the scribbles on her surface...

Scissors
Is clear on where to cut her own as well as others thoughts...But at times trying to connect to a wrong element which Rock and Paper may dislike...

The Hidden World...

CALCUTTA DELHI PUNE

DELHI PUNE CALCUTTA

PUNE CALCUTTA DELHI

Which place do I belong? The place where I have spent the most of my life...or...The place where I was born and presently living...or...The place which has given me the space to indulge in my interests.
Where do I belong?

CALCUTTA

DELHI

PUNE

Alas, I belong to my own world...My own utopia which has been there all my life...Which has no topographical or physical boundaries...Where my thoughts are accepted...Where I am not questioned the way I am...I am the queen of this world...This world defines all my notions and beliefs even if they are baseless...This is the world I belong to...

Thus, I wander in this world of my own...

Who am I?

I wander if I ever have to frame a character sketch of myself, how would it be? What would I write about myself? How would I define myself? Its quite surprising that how we have opinions and views about others but when it comes to ourselves, we are clueless. We become judgemental, try to come to terms with our weaknesses and conceal our shortcomings.

We are scared of the 'I am' quotient, scared to confront the dualities of our lives, scared to be asked "Who am I?"