First post for 2013....and am I guilty...

This is the same time of the year to look back on many aspects of life. this blog is one such thing that I visit in December for the last couple of years. From writing passionately about day to day incidents and feelings, its sad to see that  I am an annual visitor, not unlike the migratory bird that visits across continents though this blog of mine is just a click away on my browser...yes it resides on the list of My Favourites links...and I have ignored it. This whole year.

Visiting here brings forth a deluge of memories...of nights in 2011, 2012 when I wrote the posts before going to bed. Now there are many other habits that have replaced writing but none can replace the pleasure of creating a well put together post. 

It looks like I have taken the shortcuts to expression. Making a call to connect with people. Sending an sms. At the best, sending an email. All of these are easier done as they don't take up more than a few minutes at a stretch and therefore I tend to resort to this. Whereas a blog post takes a much larger chunk of time. And therefore the point is proven beyond any doubt. Laziness. Outright laziness is what it is :(

The year has been good. And I have found an Android app Diaro to capture my daily thoughts. But my dear blog, there is no need to be jealous...I am not frequent there either...but still that app is visited more often than not.

Will the coming years lead to a total diversion of daily vent outs of feelings and emotions? No idea. Or I am too lazy to even figure out what can be done.. just letting it sink all. Let's see. May its good here. It has always been good here. But after January, will I overcome the inertia and visit here? Will I have the patience to draft my thoughts here? No commitments yet...and that is a problem you see....

Bye for now! 

Another year of life. Or the first year of the rest of my life.

Wow!!!

It's been a roller coaster of an year, this 2012.

So much action. So many people. So much learning.

Life was kind. Life was cruel. Life was friendly. Life was bitter. Life was a myriad of everything. 

  

Turmoils. Happy moments. Sad occasions. Terrible times. Terrific recovery.

Rough relationships that brought a whole lot of fresh insights.

And of course, the world didn't end :) and here we are beginning another rotation in our our habitual orbit around the sun with the same naughty inclination of axis in the ever repeating elliptical path. Jai Ho!

2013 must rise above all the previous years as the best year yet. I am committed to making it the best year of my life. Didn't go to office today on purpose. Because I wanted spend the last day with myself. 

Spent the whole day today, introspecting on the past year and the many years before that. Opened my favourite shelf in the house and fondly surveyed all the books waiting there deceptively innocuous. Wondered what a fraction of their lessons I had internalised. Wondered what if I were able to assimilate all of them and use the wisdom at the snap of a finger. Nay, life was never meant to be that easy, isn't it? 

Whatever it may hold, 2013 will be the year where I get better control of my life.

  

This blog post from Paulo Coelho for this new year simply rocks.

 

No one can go back, but everyone can go forward.

And tomorrow, when the sun rises, all you have to say to yourselves is:
I am going to think of this day as the first day of my life.

I will look on the members of my family with surprise and amazement, glad to discover that they are by my side, silently sharing tha little understood thing called love.

I will pass a beggar, who will ask me for money.
I might give it to him or I might walk past thinking that he will only spend it on drink, and as I do, I will hear his insults and know that it is simply his way of communicating with me.

I will pass someone trying to destroy a bridge.
I might try to stop him or I might realise that he is doing it because he has no one waiting for him on the other side and this is his way of trying to fend off his own loneliness.

Instead of noting down things I’m unlikely to forget, I will write a poem.
Even if I have never written one before and even if I never do so again, I will at least know that I once had the courage to put my feelings into words.

I will keep smiling, because it pleases me to know that people think I am mad. My smile is my way of saying: ‘You can destroy my body, but not my soul.’

If it’s sunny tomorrow, I want to look at the sun properly for the first time.
If it’s cloudy, I want to watch to see in which direction the clouds are going. I always think that I don’t have time or don’t pay enough attention. Tomorrow, though, I will concentrate on the direction taken by the clouds or on the sun’s rays and the shadows they create.

Above my head exists a sky about which all humanity, over thousands of years, has woven a series of reasonable explanations. Well, I will forget everything I learned about the stars and they will be transformed once more into angels or children or whatever I feel like believing at that moment.

For the first time, I will smile without feeling guilty, because joy is not a sin.
For the first time, I will avoid anything that makes me suffer, because suffering is not a virtue.

I am living this day as if it were my first and, while it lasts, I will discover things that I did not even know were there.

Even though I have walked past the same places countless times before and said ‘Good morning’ to the same people, today’s ‘Good morning’ will be different. It will not be a mere polite formula, but a form of blessing.

And if I’m alone when the night falls, I will go over to window, look up at the sky and feel certain that loneliness is a lie, because the Universe is there to keep me company.

And then I will have lived each hour of my day as if it were a constant surprise to me, to this ‘I’, who was not created by my father or my mother or by school, but by everything I have experienced up until now, and which I suddenly forgot in order to discover it all anew.

And even if this is to be my last day on Earth, I will enjoy it to the full, because I will live it with the innocence of a child, as if I were doing everything for the first time.

I will miss you.

Its only when we lose something that we suddenly remember how dear it was.

As long as it is handy and available, we are so careless about it.

We know its always there, anyway.

We can always get back to it anytime we want.

'Let me finish just these few things and then I will get back to it later' is what we think....
But that getting back to it never happens....

..and now it is slowly disappearing right in front of us.

Oh, no....