3 Dimension

Yay !! .... My first 3D in JRHP ... :)
Villamar Golf Estates - Bahrain

How she loved a imperfect person perfectly ?

The title is apt, its just about how she fell in love with a moron like me, and the moron managed to take a commited stance to it ...:) Since a very long time I wanted to write about this, but just didn’t know where to start from, but this just comes from my inner most feelings for her...

It always happens that you are so busy in your own world, that you do not realize how important you are for another person. There were times when I was low and needed someone just to talk, or perhaps just to take my frustrations off, but there were also times that I was very eager to share something.
Initially I never took her seriously for anything but she is the one whom I can connect to. Sometimes I do feel kidnapped whenever I am with her , as I tend to deal with everything that is around me, maybe into another world itself where its just about me and her. As of today I don’t really feel the need to be alone anytime as she has been there with me every single moment, it was my mistake earlier that I never took anything in a relationship as meaningful or valuable, Hell! I didn’t even know the meaning of the word "relationship" …
I was taught by my "good friends", that flings is the motto of life and live by it. Well on the other hand I don’t really blame them, as they were not as lucky as I have been to find someone as her.
There cannot be anyone that could replace Amber from my life , without her there would be no life , there wouldn’t be anything that I could live for. If you actually come to a solid point she is the only one who can laugh at my jokes. Slowly she is trying to understand my sense of humor, though she tries to crack a joke somewhere or the other, (Ask her about the B-Silent joke, You will not survive it) but she is kind of far not really close. So yeah in that particular way it's just a fact that she is only one who can tolerate my "nonsense".
Past 1 year and 6 months have been great, we saw a lot of positives as well as negatives, and not to forget a lot of goof-ups, which had landed both of us into trouble. I am happy and thankful that she has managed to bear me for the last 18 months, and I hope for the coming years she can continue to do so to the best of her capabilities. The journey ahead may not be good , it might have a lot of speed-breakers, but with you by my side I can fight the world, and together we will do it …

P.S – Yes Aaku I can be corny using the internet as well , But yeah who really cares ?..No one reads this blog anyways… Also this post was Manjeet's Idea ...:)

11th

Just one line ...
"It went well ...:) "

The mirror has many faces...

Sometimes when i sleep i am in the arms of my own dreams , they take me where-ever they wish to in their own dreamland. I see myself in a problem , a problem that cannot be solved and my mind racing with all possible solutions towards it. Alas , there are no concrete solutions to it. The preceding conclusion to it that i wake up with my mnd being in a frenzy and a whole aching body.
One of my dreams has me standing in one of those old fashioned trial rooms with mirrors on all sides and if you look into one mirror then you see multiple reflections of the same you. I like to focus on only one of the many images that I can see and try to ignore the other images. It is almost as if I like that particular image of myself and I want to keep focusing on that as I stand in the trial room.
One of these nights when I had this dream, I had trouble focusing on that image and the whole effort of it broke my sleep and I got up and started to think about this dream and its implications in real life. To me the parallels with real life were easy to draw. I see myself, as I am today, in many images and I like to potray myself in different images to different people. All of the images put together would probably define me the best rather than each image by itself. Each image has its element of truth, hope and fantasy. There is some truth or the image wouldn’t have generated to begin with but I also hope and fantasise about completely being the person that I seek to potray in my image. Sometimes the image comes out unconsciously without me knowing it.
Reading through the archives of my blog I see images of myself that I didn’t know existed. If I now had to sit and write on the same issues I would probably churn out a totally different post. Totally different thought process and conclusion.In all this there is how I imagine myself to be. That one image that I focus on in my dream and that I like the most. That is how I imagine myself to be. Under the harsh gaze of my eyes sometimes this image breaks down to nothing and I stand naked in front of the mirror just the way I am.
Growing up I was horrified at seeing myself without an image but now I have come to like myself better this way. The image is slowly changing and it is resembling more and more of me. It is becoming more and more like a glass which is slowly getting cleared. The process is not easy but it is gratifying to say the least. The world looks much clearer now. I want to say simpler but I don’t think that is the case, atleast not yet.

Way of life .

No matter how many times I may have lost my path,There is but one destination that calls me, my feet may have stepped unevenly, up or down but the destination has always moved towards me every moment.

I am obliged to my friends on many a call,But I am indebted to them for most of this....

Let the skies pour down in hail, let the earth explode with fire,

The unstoppable cycle of time,

Let us begin a warfare...