Be Happy

Life is short ... too short for us to learn every lesson it has to offer ... to adhere to every rule there is ... to take every precaution to avoid pain.. it doesn't mean that you go out enjoying everything there is without a care ... but enjoy life ... don't be afraid to do so ... if bees got afraid of flowers just because of "Bandura" they would never find the taste of honey ... if a mother got afraid of labor pains we would never be born ... and she would never enjoy the happiness of a child ... true ... amid all that still there are bees that get caught and mothers that suffer ... but amazing things are born when you're not afraid to feel the pain ... life will not wait for you to learn your lessons and then be happy .. people will not wait for you to learn them totally and then trust ... every person who has attained something has given something ... true you can lead the neutral life ... no unhappiness ... no sadness... but then you will be no different from a bacteria ... you are just a life form living for the sake of living ... but life is much more than that ... what make life life is the tears, the laughter, the pain, the happiness ... and you cannot say everything is balanced ... just because you didn't laugh nature is not going to stop taking your loved ones away when it feels like it ... and then if you hadn't laughed with them all you will have will be tears for them ... give life a chance... give yourself a chance... be happy ... and don't be afraid to be happy ... 

Every person is different ... just because you might not have what others have doesn't mean that your different than the whole world ... don't be hard on yourself ... change if it is for a good thing ... but don't change trying to be someone else ... if world wanted two persons in the same way then you would have been born like that other person ... but you are who you are because world wanted you the way you are ... if you feel different and see that only in yourself be glad that you’re unique ... not everyone is that fortunate ... take the good in evil ... see the good in bad...

If he can laugh then you have every reason to laugh … he has all the reasons in the world to cry … but he doesn’t … but he laughs … will it neutralize the tears he have to go through??? it will more than do that … because he will not cry … his happiness will outweigh his sadness … and that will bring hope and happiness to people around him … he doesn’t let his condition affect others and he doesn’t let other’s sadness affect him… instead he affects other people with his smile

If your friends sadness affect you don’t get affected … be the strength they need … give the happiness they need … then you will be happy and they will be happy …

Be happy … why ? because you deserve it

Still on My Mind

Some memories are there forever because they are sweet. Some memories are there forever because they are sad. Both of these can't be helped because most of the time the happiness or the sorrow occurs due to an incident out of our control (not necessarily always). These memories will someday bring a smile to our face or a tear. But some memories remain because you regret them. You know that you could have changed that moment, that fateful occurrence but you were unable to. These remain always paining us, always hurting us.

Not that many events remain in mind that I regret. But there's one etched strongly in my mind because it occurred as I behaved totally against the principals that I believe in. Whether this is worth regretting or not you can argue. But for me it was a moment of adrenaline controlled fury that was to be a black mark.
 

To give a small background as a student of a government controlled university there's one thing that all freshers have to go through and that is ragging. Not the nicest concept around and not definitely the friendliest of rags. Fortunately for us juniors our faculty had done away with this and from day one we were welcomed and were free to walk around just as equals with the seniors. But of course just as in olden days whenever there's good evil just cannot stop itself from peeking in. This trend of ours didn't go very well with the seniors of other faculties as this was a threat to their ragging kingdom. Hence there always ensued battles between our faculty and other faculties whenever freshers were being taken in. 

This fateful day another one of these battles took place resulting in our faculty members running helter-skelter as a if a tiger was let loose amongst a chicken pack (to counter any of your laughing and to justify our running - we were one faculty and they were two). As I presumed the proceedings of the day to be over I just took rather a quick walk towards the bus stand and got into the bus that came (Mistake 1). The bus was rather empty so I sat on the back seat just to have a quiet ride. In front of me an old person was seated and next to me at the corner of the back seat a young girl was there.

A few minutes into the ride the old fellow started asking whether I was from the university and that his daughter was also studying there and whether it is true that there was a fight there. Trying to be polite but frank I replied yes for both and tried to stop it there. But then he asked me to come to his seat to discuss the matter further. Suddenly the alarm bells went off in me and all the warnings my parents had given to me about strangers began kicking in and I simply replied in the negative. Still the guy seemed purely to be interested in the topic of university fights and started blaming the university students and giving comments like hands and arms should be cut off of people who participate in it (wow he sure was scarier than the faculty guys!!!). And I argued back the point saying nobody has the right to do any such thing and it's stupid to punish students without treating the root cause. He still argued back and I just got so worked up that I didn't care if he was elder to me or not I just let loose with my tongue. Pretty soon the back seat was a mini battle field (of words) and the girl at the corner was caught up in the middle of it. Even the people at the front were looking back to see what the heck was going on. At last the girl couldn't bear it any more (the macho men trying to prove themselves correct) and got down which resulted in us stooping our war of words. For a while we remained without talking and as sense began to kick in I really felt bad.

 No matter what he said he was an elderly person and senior to me. I should have respected that and held my tongue. True that I will never agree with his views but he didn't deserve a lashing as I gave. Who was I to teach anyone something? I was just a beginner in society and he has experienced everything there is to be thrown at him by society and he didn't definitely need a stubborn punk giving him a piece of mind. With these thoughts I apologized to him before I got down and he just smiled. We had a small chat then and it was all the past and forgotten. Still from the moment I got down I have felt bad because I know that I should have handled the situation better. I should have let sense prevail before my tongue. That day I became just another common trouble maker shouting out loud without brains or sense.

Cloud One

Time and time it's been my dream just to speak out loud my thoughts. Why? I don't know. May be just to free my mind. May be to let the world know how crazy I am. Should there be a reason to do something? Again I don't know. But sometimes it feels that as much as we say that there need not be any reason to do something we always have a reason. May be it won't be clear to us that minute or we may never know but still at the moment of the action, known or unknown we have a reason. And there I go. Bantering away. But that was the purpose. Not to hold myself to the laws, customs of expressing oneself  but to be the wild and freeman in the jungle (not necessarily Tarzan).

At this very moment I see people judging me. From the few words that I have written above people will try to judge. But why? Why do we always need to judge a person? Can't we just take that person for who they are and leave it at that rather than trying to judge their whole life? Again I don't know. May be it's a necessity. May be it's our ego trying to figure out whether we are ahead or not.

Amid a lot of questions and I don't knows I have lost the purpose of the Distant Clouds. As I started this is to express my thoughts. But not just every thought that comes to my mind. But the thoughts which all of us might be going through day to day and how I cope with them. May be am another pandit trying to prove I know how to handle everything. But NO. I am not. I don't know how to handle most things and still I get along, through lot of mistakes, hurts and scars. All I hope is that someone out there will gain something, anything out of this for their lives or may just can come here and laugh off their worries. Isn't that what clouds do? When you're all down and out you look up to the sky. The clouds will give you hope... The clouds will make you smile...