Teens to Toons

I read this article some years back... Am analysing how close to this crisis am I... ---------------- BEING TWENTY - SOMETHING They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. (Never been so) You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. (True.. Am feeling it all the time) You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. (Very True... Personally this matters). What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and that they aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are just as confused as you. (True) ...

Times have called for it. I'm finished with lots of things. It sounds like a line from a song, but this has been painful. The lesson learnt here isn't about letting go, but the process of letting go. I've gotten and given a lot of advice during the past few years, from counselors, friends, strangers, all telling me how to get beyond a bad situation. The problem was, getting into the bad situation was a shared experience, and getting out of it was a solo experience. It's interesting how you can care about someone, even after you see them at their absolute worst, and even after you realize, no matter how much you care about them, they don't care about themselves. I smile as I write this. I am thinking of me. I am ashamed of myself. justuju jiski thii usko to naa paaya hamne, is bahaane se magar, dekh lii duniya hamne, tujhko ruswaa naa kiyaa, khud bhi pashemaa naa huey, ishq ki rasm ko, is tarah nibhaaya hamne. It took me years to realize the pain i...

Ghazal in short, is a collection of Sher's which follow the rules of 'Matla', 'Maqta', 'Beher', 'Kaafiyaa' and 'Radif'. So to know what Ghazal is, it's necessary to know what these terms mean. To understand these terms easily , we will take an example. 1. koi ummid bar nahin aati koi surat nazar nahin aati 2. aage aati thi haale dil par hasi ab kisi baat par nahin aati 3. hum wahan hain, jahan se humko bhi kucch hamaari khabar nahin aati 4. kaabaa kis muh se jaaoge 'Ghalib' sharm tumko magar nahin aati What is a Sher ? It's a poem of two lines. This definition is deceptively simple. Please note that, every Sher is a poem in itself! A Sher does not need, anything around it, to convey the message. All the 4 stanzas in our example are independent poems, Sher's. So Ghazal is necessarily a collection o...

Sometimes when I feel people... I feel a deep sense of fear of rejection and futility. Sometimes, even I feel so. The basis of this feeling is that all mortals have a sense of urgency to achieve their goals and their dreams... If one day this turns out to be just a sham... at least I would be heart-broken. I do not feel that people are afraid of death.. Death is surely not the biggest fear we have; our biggest fear is taking the risk to be alive -- the risk to be alive and express what we really are. I think I try to be strong in a sense. Everytime I am afraid, I stop to look fear in the face. I gain strength, courage, and confidence by doing this. I believe that I must do the thing which I think I cannot do. This is a pretty "great" statement. Usually the things I do or plan to, have been done by others. So the solace is that another person has been able to do it, so why not me? And forget not what Anne Frank wrote... "The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely...

What Women Want : To be loved, to be listened to, to be desired, to be respected, to be needed, to be trusted, and sometimes, just to be held. What Men Want: Tickets for the Indo-Pak cricket match. What Women Do : The trouble with some women is they get all excited about nothing, and then they marry him. What Men Want : Some great sex and no responsibility. What Women Cannot : A Woman is not born: she is made. In the making, her humanity is destroyed. She becomes symbol of this, symbol of that: mother of the earth, slut of the universe; but she never becomes herself because it is forbidden for her to do so. What Men Cannot : Give birth to a child and Satsify a woman so completely that she can be happy. What Women Think : The real thinking of woman is pre-eminently practical and applied. It is something we describe as sound common sense, and is usually directed to what is close at hand and personal. In general, it can be said that feminine mentality manifests an und...

that I have mellowed down. that I have lost the essential thing that made me me. that I have changed. that I cannot be selfless. that I cannot lie and cheat. that I do not know how to say the things on my mind. that I know not how to exchange pleasantries. that I have given in to pleasures of life. that I have tried and failed not many times. that life still has a few lessons to teach me. that I need to cry my eyes out. that they are ashamed of me. that they sometimes hate me enough to love me. that I still need to sort my past out. that I need to speak my mind out to them. that I need to think more and make my decisions accordingly. that I can still be childlike and talk to them about my loves and lives. that I ought to write more and give up on this job. that I should learn to love myself unconditionally. that I should try to be more "normal". that I should spend more of my money. that I should learn to make more inspired moves towards the fairer sex.

There is some charm being alone. I am seeking it. I am trying to live with the person I am. I want to be able to bear myself. I am so tired of the way I am that I constantly make efforts to improve my attitude, but to no avail. A lone figure looks out into the moonlit night across the endless human habitations. The mind in a state of deep reflection as the chill bite of the winds caress his hair and ears in a cold steely embrace. His life has been one of anguish from the loss of all he held dear,and deep inside, he knows he, himself, was responsible for his misery. A mind shattered and alone. Existing in a limbo of the rogue's life, fueled by the fires of insanity raging within. When can he find time for himself to heal? Last night, he lay near death. Once again, his own arrogance caught up with him and demanded penance. He would soon face the fate of his own unless change happened. Now his rage tempered as he realized something, that every one is outraged and afraid as they...