Do we really care about Tibet ?

Well, I must say i have always felt close to this cause, but at times felt i could do nothing about it.For some days, Tibet is in news, but do we as educated people really care ? Does our media really care ? How many of you have seen Tibet on the front page news ? How many reporters and TV channels are showing the protests by Tibetans in India ? Indian Premier League Cricket Launch is a bigger news in our country than this cause.Have we died as humans ? Do we have any iota of shame ? I guess not. I am to be blamed, you are to be blamed, in general, the society we live in is to be blamed.We will wear a tattoo about Tibet, not because we care, but because its fashionable. Have seen people wearing 'Save Tibet' bandanas and tees, but they do not know what is ailing the beautiful heaven called Tibet.Tibet for us indians is just a monastery and their people mountain people and here i am talking about people who are educated.Want to write more and more and am sure will pour my heart out in the next blog. Thank you for reading this but then again after reading spare some moments to think about TIBET.

Friend - This is for you

Hey !!
You asked me whether this blog was confidential or for private circulation ....and I told you no it was not like that and I provided you the link.......what i did not tell you was that i was really happy while doing that....At least I would not be blabbering to myself and my dear diary or whatever..... I will have the consolation of knowing that somebody live is listening to me (reading my words) apart from this DD who really can only listen (maybe coz it doesn't have an option to shut me up :)
Thank You Again

Am Back

Dear Diary...or is it Darling Diary....or is it ......whatever. By whichever name I use, you will remain the same...my friend...my confidant...my only listener who understands me and do not require anything...except the power (electricity) and the connection (web) :)

Am sure you are not amazed to see me because you knew it will not take much time before I come back.

I had a look at my first post and realized it is all jumbled up. I had known that even when I was writing. But that is natural - it is like so many people trying to come out of a big movie theatre from just one exit door. That is the only reason that my thoughts seem haywires, my words seem confusing - because they had no outlet for such a long time. There would still be some thoughts which will remain inside, but at least some of them are out and there's less of cluster now inside :)

I will keep coming back very often because my situation is the same as of the kid who has found his fav toy - after a long time - which he had thought he had lost. It will still take some time to dawn upon me that this medium is not running away, it is always there for me. Once I get used to it, everything will fall in place. Boy ! Look who's talking. And I am explaining to whom ? To myself ? But that is not required. Will this create a split personality ? But I don't think so - i might be talking to myself, but both the sides remain me only - not different at all. Well, I will come back.

Hasta La Vista......like Mr. Schwarzenegger said in that cult movie - Terminator. You know what, I really loved him in that movie. :)

The Sun Shines Again

Welcome Home !!!

Oh no, but I cannot really say that - because it is me who is to be welcomed, not me who is welcoming. Well, home is mentioned because I feel I have reached somewhere, though the journey has started just now, so in a way it is the other way round. Confusing ? Complicated ? I guess yes, even for me. But the reason is I am feeling very happy to be taking this step - finally.

There was a time when I used to write a diary and at the night, used to share everything with my diary. And then finally I grew up and got lost in the jungle called life and the place called concrete jungle. What I did not loose was my nature - my feelings, emotions and caring for everybody. It has been a long time and am happy to be doing it again. In fact, must thank a good soul, whom I will consider a friend, not that I know a lot about this person - I hardly do ; but then today while talking I mentioned that I was thinking of blogging to go back to the level when I used to share and now when there is nobody to hear, blogging is the only way and I was asked whether I have started and I replied 'NO', but I will start it very soon, rather today. And I finally did it. Maybe the greed that somebody is there to listen to me, made me do it. .......... Feel like I am born again ........ :) Thank You, friend, thanks a lot - you would not even know what have you done, by that innocent question - you finally made me reach here.

Happy Birthday !!!

Oh, I really do not know what am I going to write about and how much am i going to write - but am sure we will keep meeting here, every now and then - when I am happy or when I am sad, when I am at peace or when I am disturbed. My thoughts drive me crazy at times. I need somebody to share it to. If not a diary then maybe this. Diary is too personal but again a bit of space problem, here it is endless. Cannot contain my happiness. I cannot describe what I am feeling at the moment. My words would come out meaningless, but then I am in that state of ecstasy where nothing matters ; where I am in peace and enjoying the moments - I feel Alive.

Born Again, like I said. Now, I have got a mission, a motive. Not that I wanted to die earlier, but like I said, I feel alive. Now, I feel again - that I am a human. That I am here and I can think and I can try to make the world a beautiful place - if not in reality then maybe in my eyes with my deeds. Deeds ? Oh no, am not capable of deeds fit for a nobel peace prize or other awards, but simple deeds, which are great for me, which will make me feel good. One good deed every day - like I was told when I was a boy scout. And I still remember - once a scout always a scout. So one good deed every day has always remained and I have always fulfilled that, not because of compulsion but because I enjoy it. Have you ever realized that while you are zooming past in your car and if you give a lift to some small kids who are walking under a scorching sun, how many smiles you are going to get. Do we really realize when travelling on a bus, if we actually pass on our coveted seat to a lady or an old man, how happy we are making them. We really do not understand how good the courier person will feel, if we ask him to have some water when he comes to deliver our mail mid afternoon. One should understand that buying a 2 rupees poster from that old fellow who is not even able to walk properly, would not be too heavy on the pocket, because we will light up a cigarette worth 4 rupees so many times during the day, but those 2 rupees can make a lot of difference for that old fellow.

I still remember when I was in school, i used to buy some stupid stuff from a very old man - never ate it as I never liked the taste - but I felt happy that I was contributing towards part of his meal. He was an old man who was thrown out of his house by his sons. He was maybe 75, used to walk with a stick, somehow. HE was very important and a brave man - he did not beg, he worked.

Well, I guess, I have started, thoughts have been closed in my mind and feelings have been trapped in my heart for too long - but now, they will all be out, that I am promising to myself.

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY !!

Am sounding like a moron ? Am I ? Or just plain stupid ? But well, I am a lost soul or you can say I am searching my soul, in this big bad world. Or is the beautiful world.

Confusing..yes....to me also...but then - C'es L'avie - that's life :)

Will meet again my dear diary, or blog, or whatever.......... Can't stay away for too long, there would be many thing to share. Hope I like the feeling. Will know in a few days. The best thing is i really do not have to stop myself. I can say whatever I want to. At least this is not china :) Hey, I am starting again. I do not want to cry for Tibet right now, though my heart bleeds. Will surely spread a few drops here.