you know sometimes we run after somthing, which is non exsistant, which may be there somewhere and we know neither we would be able to go near it or achieve it. To be honest, somthing like this has been happening with me from quite a long time. its nothing ,and truely if you ask me i will say for a practical and rational mind, such kind of things should not be bother. it quite an old incident or to be honest, its about some whom i had met. name place, and the date is quite irrelevent, but the incident is around three and half year old. you know somtimes it happens that, may be some one is there, who has not done anything exceptional but a single trait might leave an everlasting impression. like a flash of the light you meet her, the whole thing was confined in mere hi and hello, or may be somthing less then that also. you might have looked at her with all the attention and in detail and she might not have realized the slightest bit of it. now you come back home, years passes by, and even thinking about it eats up the moments of your life. materialistic and the rational world, which unfortunately we create with our own hand, commands you not to look back at those, but that slightest glimpse keeps on coming back to your mind.
lying in the bed at midnight, orkut is exhausted giving you entertainment, its that face that keeps on jumping all around your mind. And in such case what else one can other then writing these nonsense n the blog. I mean it has been happening not from past couple of days, but infact from the last three years. it was nothing and to be honest never even tried anything so that any pebble could have moved forward. And absolutely there is no way i can blame her. but yes i have been think about her and after coming here at london, don't is the blood circulation or the cold is the reason, but i have started think more about her. May be i will never get a chance to speak or meet her inperson again, and not surprisingly she might having some one inlife, but this will be the face which as per the current situation i would never be able to forget. You know at times i wonder, is it really the person who impresses you or its the way u look at that person or it somthing which is completely unexplainable. And this fact also remains there that,no one us, none is interested to know the reason, because what ever it may be, those thoughts and though painfull sometimes those dreams give you immense pleasure, whcih you find it very hard to find else where. Rabindranath Tagore has once written in one his peom which translates somthing like this "whish is that wind that touched my mind and blew away". Well tagore was lucky in his case, fortunately it blew away and but it has always been there with me and it will be....
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lying in the bed at midnight, orkut is exhausted giving you entertainment, its that face that keeps on jumping all around your mind. And in such case what else one can other then writing these nonsense n the blog. I mean it has been happening not from past couple of days, but infact from the last three years. it was nothing and to be honest never even tried anything so that any pebble could have moved forward. And absolutely there is no way i can blame her. but yes i have been think about her and after coming here at london, don't is the blood circulation or the cold is the reason, but i have started think more about her. May be i will never get a chance to speak or meet her inperson again, and not surprisingly she might having some one inlife, but this will be the face which as per the current situation i would never be able to forget. You know at times i wonder, is it really the person who impresses you or its the way u look at that person or it somthing which is completely unexplainable. And this fact also remains there that,no one us, none is interested to know the reason, because what ever it may be, those thoughts and though painfull sometimes those dreams give you immense pleasure, whcih you find it very hard to find else where. Rabindranath Tagore has once written in one his peom which translates somthing like this "whish is that wind that touched my mind and blew away". Well tagore was lucky in his case, fortunately it blew away and but it has always been there with me and it will be....