Love or s….!!!

Love or s….!!!

Being a virgin can be pretty crazy for some people, one of my friends dedicated her whole college and university life about sex and that stuff, plutonic love was never in her mind, it was all how it may feel, kind of questions all the time. My another friend was an experienced one and she try to answer her, and many of us just liked to avoid her as much as possible. One vacation I spend enjoying my cousin’s marriage and had a blast with her, after that vacation I tried my best to avoid my curious friend as much as possible but she cornered ma for the juicy details of my cousin’s personal life, it was pretty awkward for me and I can still see the excitement in her eyes, but I disappointed her with the normal fun details of the marriage ceremony’s family version but nothing else.

Now she is married, it was a quite first procedure within 15 days the groom was selected and marriage happened, I asked her that does she love him or even like him that much to marry him in a hurry or I missed any affair happened with him before all this, but according to her he was an agreeable man with good family and money and he was a boy so what else she need, she was extremely excited to be married but it sounded more like that she is more excited to lost her virginity then having a pure and sacred loving married life. Now this was the time that she did not have to ask anyone about anything. For me it was weird that she can marry someone without knowing the person well first.

After a month I talked to her and she was pretty ecstatic and telling me how much she and her husband is doing it and it was fun and I should get married soon too, the season she gave me was rather funny to me. For me love is the only reason can be for marriage I want to grow old and spend my whole life with someone that I love dearly not just want to have fun with him, a deeper connection should be there otherwise after some time the fun will be boring and no mystery will be left to make the relationship interesting. But still it was a funny to see how one physical thing dictated her life decisions just like that.

Winning to lose!!!!

Winning to lose!!!!

Winning is a funny idea, we all are passionate about winning, but is it a better thing than losing? I know this question may sound completely bizarre, how can anyone think that winning may be sometime is worse than losing? The question is not that winning is all bad all the time, but sometime it seems that winning can spoil many things at once. Failure is known as pillar of success; determine people do their best till the last moment to win and not to fail. Every bit of failure pushes them to work harder by the day, though failure can destroy some people’s confidence but that differs man to man. Just like the goodness the charm of winning can affect different man in a different manner.  Winning a battle or winning the war what is more important? If the little winnings of life affect someone so deeply that make them ignorant overconfident and lazy then the war is already been lost.

I saw many people treat one win as a world domination, one win in this huge life seem to them like they achieved everything and then just don’t want anything else. Their work stops and they just be finished like that. In that case how can winning be good? Win in a game celebrate advertise be popular then just don’t care to be a better player and just get vanish after a little time, not enough dedication left to be a legend or even a steady player, every one of us can find some names of players that got invisible after one winning or so, is that what one can really want? One winning?

What is wrong in a good long go, with some winnings some failures life full of all kind of experiences and hard work? I think the excitement of getting something after a long struggle is priceless, just like after a hot scorching day a rainy and windy evening, the fun in that is really something. Failure is nothing but some obstacles of life which is going to eventually fade away; failure is a lesson or an experiment to a right formula of life after plenty of them the right answer is going to come sooner or later.

Life never stops, time never stops why should we stop in the count of winnings or failures, moving on and doing the work we want to do is what matters the most, all the definitions, rules and expectations are useless, there is no winning and losing in this life only a journey full of new experiences and new stories, we should hold on to us the real us not let it lost in the little things that is there to distract us from real things in life.

Lost things!!!

Lost things!!!

Some things are meant to be lost, an umbrella is a very useful and loyal companion in rainy and hot sunny days, but me on the other hand is an awful acquaintance, always leave with it but most of the time forget to return with it. Poor umbrella or poor countless umbrellas over the years, left home with me then I don’t know with whom those returned to which destinations, may be some needy guy took one of them, or may be some commercial minded nomadic business man sold them to a better person who really can take care of them, or may be some of them still there where I left them once, waiting for me to give me shade on a rainy day.

I had a red bright umbrella when I was in primary school, it was a beautiful umbrella, among all the black and sad ones it was an eye catcher but I never looked at it with admiration it was an commodity that my mother used to make me use it, I loved rain so it was only a barrier between me and my sweet rain. So I always kind of hated it, it was the first one that I lost. One day I came home without it and did not even miss it. The funniest thing about a lost thing is after losing it we admire what we had, so after losing my bright red umbrella for a very long time no other umbrella was good enough for me, I just wanted that one back but it was lost or I left it and forget about it, so it was more like a forgotten thing than a lost one.

After that I loose so many umbrellas till now that I have even lost my count. I try not to lost them but somehow how much I try I just leave them behind, once after I returned home I went to look for one and find it but sadly after someday I loosed it again. I still don’t like the idea of having an umbrella because I just love rain but a person cannot enjoy rain every time, there are rules and fear of getting sick all those obstacles are just summed up in one thing an umbrella. May be that is the reason why I leave behind my umbrella unknowingly even, maybe I just want to leave behind all the things that holding me back to do what I really want to do, it is may be metaphor of life.

Every rainy or hot sunny day I just carry my umbrella out with me consciously, with that I carry all the burdens responsibilities and unwritten rules with me, may be losing them is a reminder from my subconscious mind to be rebellious, it reminds me how it feels to feel raindrops on my face without fearing the consequences, sometime this feel liberating, doing something totally crazy live in the moment. Though every action has its own unique results, still those few moments are surly worth little cold.

We all need our umbrellas for hot days and rainy days, just like we all need rules and boundaries, still sometime leaving them behind even for a moment can be fun, it is not a mistake of our mind it is just a childish gesture of our heart to remind us about the childhood feelings of being care free and having fun, live without worries. Something are meant to be lost just to realize what are we actually losing in the long run and take a little break to miss it admire it and then moving on.