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This post of mine is an inspired one. I read a piece on pessimism which my friend wrote and it got the wheels turning. (Btw I swear I did not know the spelling of pessimism till I read her post. See! I learnt something today)

Before I get to the real boring stuff,  Ill tell you all how to find out if the guy/gal next to you is a pessimist or not! Its a handy little trick, and you do not have to have a degree in philosophy, pessimisolophy or any word that ends with ophy!

Now how to perform the trick!

Props:
A glass (transparent would be perfect)
Water

Method:
1. Start pouring the water into the glass.
2. Continue pouring until half full...
3. Oh wait!
4.Continue pouring until half empty!

Well.. Im sure you figured out the rest by now! If you did not, I suggest you drink the water!

Pessimism is an attitude. And all of us have been pessimistic in our lives atleast once. Personally, I feel pessimistic atleast once or twice a day! Anyone who has not been so, is a zombie! Stay away from them.
My point, is that being pessimistic is not a bad thing. It is just being human.
But the moment you let pessimism become your way of life, you are in trouble.

Grapes are not sweet, sky is not blue, grass in not green and no matter what anyone says, today is not a good day!  


Life is like a sine wave(Curse you engineering!). You have ups and you have downs! When you know that you are going to go down, then you can as well enjoy the ride!

Weird meaningless story time:


Close your eyes, imagine you are part of the queue to a slide in a park. Your turn is next. You sit down at the edge of the slide, and then you let go! Wooosh!

You have an extremely bad landing! Thats the whole point! But atleast you came out of it screaming with joy and smiling as wide as you can.

You slowly realize that your butt hurts, real bad! You start to rub it and also look around at the people around you. There are a lot of people with sore butts and sour faces. Some of them are openly crying. You are about to join one of the above when something amazing happpens.

One person around you notices your smile and threatens to smash it in if you dont stop doing it. Wiping the grin of your face seems like a very bright thing to do!
But a second person also notices your smile(atleast whats left of it) and slowly but hesitantly a smile starts to form on his/her face!
Now thats weird! But you are not complaining. No you, you let the smiles grow until it metamorphoses into a laugh. Behold! There a more people joining you. Then all of you, laughing and hooting walk the way back to the ladder attached to the slide.

                                                                        The End

My friend (who wrote the initial piece on pessimism) also mentioned a solution to the problem.
Time.
Thats true though. Time does heal. Time does help you get over things. But there is only one one drawback.
For all those things to happen, it takes a lot of.... well.. time!
But we have that in short supply!

Only god can use time as medicine for pessimism!
'If you are the one who is causing me pain, sorrow and the many synonyms of sorrow and pain. And there is nothing I can do to you, then ill let time do all the work! ' 
'In a few years, youll be dead! And since im immortal, ill never die! So the jokes on you , cause' I got time on my side'


If you want it to rain but you are very very very sure that it wont, dont sit there drawing clouds in a piece of paper, go out and do the rain dance!

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Recently I was asked a peculiar question. And to tell the truth, I was flabbergasted. And that reaction is uncommon to me. The question was not intruding or even remotely offensive. It was a simple question, in plain English.

Now to dispel the suspense! I was asked- What is success to you?

Thats it! Like I mentioned, it was that simple. It did one more thing to me, it actually made me think and I do not mean the ever so famous superficial thinking. I thought( seriously ) and it did me no good. So, I introspected. (introspect was just another word to me till then btw! )

I also realized that when one delves so deep into oneself, one tends to learn a lot. More than learning, it is revealing. I refer to those secrets, feelings, hidden truths that you keep buried, deep deep within. I refer to those things that you are scared to admit, not to someone else, but to yourself. And  I refer to those things that you are ashamed to admit, not to someone else, but to yourself.

All said and done, it was a wonderful experience.

What was success to me? I finally found the answer and trust me, I did not like it. I would never, ever, ever tell that answer in public. At least for now.

I gained a lot from it though, I came face to face with the real me. The one I always tried to superimpose over, so that no one else would see him. And now I can say proudly that we at least agree one one thing!

Its true you know, Accepting can be quite an ordeal!

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He sits there alone,
Watching the birds fly.
His eyes move along with them,
As they fly high and high.
A hand rests on his shoulder,
He smiles and relaxes under its loving weight.
She too smiles and moves closer,
But his love turns to hate.

The hand, he sees id white
It is all bone, no flesh.
He throws it away from him,
His world then turns to a mesh.

He turns and looks at her,
And slowly a memory triggers,
He touches her face and,
Who she is, he figures.

He looks deep into her eyes,
Remembers the love they had
But now he thinks,
Why does this feel sad?

He sees her eyes widen,
They widen so much, there are holes
Where her eyes should be.
He pushes her away, like she was burning coal.

Her lovely round face he sees,
Begins to pale…. It becomes white
Until it is not but a skull.
He turns and runs, not able to bear the sight.

She covers her face in her hands.
Tears fall slowy, they burn like cold ice.
She falls to her knees.
Begging to god with her pleading eyes.

Diseased as he is, under schizophrenia
She still loves him, all with loving grace.
She wipes her tears and smiles.
"At least he touched my face"

I stand nearby and watch
Wondering, as my eyes filled with tears save.
If I had love like that,
I would go with her to the grave.

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Words seem to flow
As ink touches my paper
And why not!
I write about a person,
Much dear to me, that
I fear, even these words wonэt do justice.
Not even the priceless gems
can replace what she has given me…
A companionship so pure.
She is my candle, all the way through
but the dripping wax never hurts.
Like a rabbit out of a magicians hat
produces she,
happiness and warmth at will.
thankful to fate I am,
that it brought us together.
I have never felt more magic
than when we are together.
it grows now all the more
All though we are now apart.
that is why u are all the more special…
I have found a World in you
I hope you find one in mine.
All the while…
My ink hasn't dried
and I know that
it will never dry.

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'Tis said that a man's life
Is full of complexities and fate.
A person who leads me out of them
Fate defied, complexities solved

Is a friend...

A person whose presence makes
Visible the silver lining
A person whose smile takes the
Frown off my brow,
Melts my heart,
Is a friend...

A person for whom I'll not hesitate
To sell my soul to the devil.
A person who cries with me
Who laughs with me
A person between whom
An unseen bond of trust flows
Is a friend...

A person who tolerates me
Who controls me
Firmly but gently
Who gives me a shoulder
To wet.
Who takes all the heat from me
When my time is bad
Is a friend...

In the late future when I meet God
He will ask me "What are the dents on your heart"
I'll reply "These are no dents,
They are footprints"
"By whom you ask?"
"By a friend milord, a friend"