Grandeur Loneliness

 

The price fame usually is seen to come out in the form of grandeur loneliness

Installation by me
Photocredits: Ghazal

happy song

everyone should have a happy song, one that feuls u up when u r low n makes u smile when u r sad…it may change n it may not

mine these days is title track of movie dil bole hadippa…
heres the promo of the song

Love…again

my last post on love discussed in parts how love can make a person strong beyound one’s imaginable nature…thinking upon this idea what i recently encountered goes on to turn this idea 180 degrees around…love actually makes you weaker compared to one’s popular notion of it making you stronger…true love makes you stronger but that is against the society trying to supress it but with two ppl sharing that love it, in the long run goes on to make one of them atleast, weak n helpless. loving someone who then stops loving you definetly puts one in an awkward position esp. when one is in a relationship…moving on, yes, is a possibility but then that takes on every person’s ability to handle the emotional trauma…for example couples who elope, when one of them starts having an extra marital affair the other one suffers coz that person is in love with the not so faithful partner and can’t help it…nor can leave the other person….causing in turn them to be in a helpless position suffering the punishment of mistake they never made but got caught up in…guess you cant leave it on love alone, you have to work on making a relationship work

Stranded

from the past few days i have been wanting to write this post but everytime i rejected the notion of doing so for an unknown reason…i seemed to be stuck between a place between happiness and sadness…am unable to pin point why is this happenin or what caused it…motivation sometimes doesn’t help either resulting in a miserable state of wanting and unwanting of things…from people around me and their problems and their seemed aura affecting me too, i feel like i desperately need to pull myself out of the dumps of depression while in the early stages for i know how serious i can get…even my happy song isnt able to help me at times…seems like it is true that its your mood that sets the environment rather than other way round…possibly it is also the affect of heavy emotional readings i have been doing from the likes of revolutionary road and the reader…hopefully am able to gather myself and pull myself out back to the happy dappy crazy self, which i would want to

P.S. not enjoying much the interior design assignment…we were better off designing with a source ourselves…

And it rained…

it finally rained…cooling off things around….rain has the tendency to transport one into an another dimension of emotions that one didn’t know they had in them…rain always makes me sad…urging me to let go off my feelings so that i may feel lighter…however this time around rain mostly touched upon my rebellion child wanting to jump in the puddles of excitement…but alas! it  usually rains at night which leaves me doing nothing but extending my arms out the balcony trying to catch the maximum raindrops at around 2 or 3 in the morning …but its all good as long as i am able to cherish the pleasures of it …forgetting all my troubles and feeling as light as feather in the heavy rain.

photo courtesy Google

P.S. prayer to Allah: Send some more good rain showers pretty please

businessin’ about

am loving the lamps i am finally able to make to mke…however am hating the businessy thing that is going about wih them. true am spendin my time on it but its not an original design since ppl r crediting it to me and i am shouting off the rooftops that its not my design…though am selling them too…still not comfortable with the idea of people acrediting the design to me…

14 august spirit

well the d-day is back n with a bang…enjoyed it to bits

hooked

For some time now i seem to be hooked onto old songs …especially those of meena kumari and trying to absorb each and every melancholic and melodious lyrics and music she had been bestowed upon and acted beautifully in…

People usually say that one should not hold grudges against people and should forgive and forget but one doesnt realize as much as it easy to do it, it is as much hard for some people and becomes a mean task for them observe…i know one such individual…meet Owais(thats me:P) … i dont know why…i dont know how and where but i seem to hold grudge every now and then …i have some really bad ones againsts some and i feel totally bad about it…but i cant help it…maybe i expect and trust too much giving the other person power to hurt me or rather use me…mayb that is what that doesnt make the crack go away from the glass when you try to join it back

also surprisingly am not hooked to food these days either

Back HOME

whoever said ‘theres no place like home’ surely knew what they were talking about

second day

Went to the field today…had the same nostalgic sad feeling as before however this time around i felt something was missing. though i knew the hustle bustle of the whole class now though seem to be missing, however the people exuded the same warmth willing to help us out…however something about either this trip,my unfinished work at home or God knows what seem to be out of place…spent more than what i did before seeing things around, i somehow seem to much more interested in helping these people out than focusing on my dissertation…the photographs have turned out pretty good and useable…lets see what happens…i unfortunately didnt submit in that story competition though had a story in mind but anyways will hopefully complete it tonite since i dont seem to be in a rush to sleep…and as the train howls tugging along towards its destination and announcing it from the nearby station, i sit here writing this while listening to surprisingly an english song…which is a rare occasion, it seems to go through my heart and meena kumari from pakeezah echoes in my mind with her dialogue of the train going through her heart…anyways think i’ll play some games before writing the story…