To Forgotten Days

Why are there pleasantries before talking?
If I really did want to know how you were, I'd ask you, once I'd asked you what I already wanted to ask.
Asking a person how they are and just greeting them with 1 of the 10 ways we will ever know in our lives to say, "Hi" is just odd.
Once in a while comes along a person with an actual reply to the question. Like I'm good. Or I just am. Or I stand and do, but I'm open to change (In response to how do you do?)
But we cant really do anything about it can we? Because we fail to realize that the slight awkwardness/embarrassment that we might experience in the greeting is far less than the damage we infer by actually talking to them.

Dont judge me. I dont mind saying Hello? How Are You? everytime I see someone. Maybe its just my programming to expect a genuine answer. Sue me.


This piece and my current state of mind were inspired by (500) Days Of Summer. A brilliant piece of film. Because of the story. Because of how the camera is placed. And because all that I will remember of this movie will make me smile. Like that final girl's name.




Its 4.45 in the afternoon and I dont think I've ever written anything at this time before.
School wasn't my thing for today. Stayed at home and got some studying done. (Yes, you did read that right)
First thing I wake up to is no clock telling me its not the time I would like to wake up at. The clock just said Hey, you're up. Breakfast that I could eat without having to wear my shirt at the same time. A shower without my mum knocking on the door.
Now if you pictured all that, thats pretty neat innit.

But all this is just going against what I want to say.
We remember things as just the good points/parts. Like one scene in a movie. One Season in a TV series. One episode in a Season. One bite from a meal. One conversation from a million. One shirt from a wardrobe. One Woman from the rest.
Life's like that I guess and I got no issues. But is it really worth enduring all the things you're gonna forget only to forget them?
I got no answer for that. A lot, actually but none that make sense.
Maybe it will all come back to us. One day when we are doing something completely unrelated, shit like that will just strike us and slap us in the face. Tell you that dinner that day was great only because of who you had it with. You forgot that the food sucked.
Or that the movie was good only because one scene actually represented your mindset. Forgot that the rest of the movie and everything about it was a piece of shit.


Think Again.
There are days in your life which you actually forgot. Because they had nothing that stood out except the fact that they ended and there is hope you will remember the next day.
Hope that the day that you will forget will be forgotten completely and will never trouble you again like the others do sometimes.
And thats all life is. Hope.

Hope that the specific parts of things you remember are enough to fill the gaps all this forgetting leaves.
Hope that one day you will look back and not see the gaps left empty. But look for more room to remember more.

I hope for a life like that.
And for all I know I might get it. And more.

What really boils the noodle is knowing;
Knowing when really is the right time to look back?


Until then, raise them Glasses,
To Forgotten Days,
V


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"May I never miss a sunset or a rainbow because I am looking
down."



Now Reading : Barron's Prep Book for SAT Subject test : Physics
Now Listening: To my hard drive spin with data.
Now Feeling: Happy.

The Welcome Mat

I apologize if you look forward to seeing the words my hands type appear on your screen. I have been postponing doing this. There have been many weekends passing with something else more important than you. Or so it felt like at that time.
If youre not a reader and just found this by your own course of life, then take the time to reach the last fullstop and not stop at this one .

I am a thought filled person and I take my time with my decisions. But the past few months have been more or less impulsive. Doing things without sparing them much thougt. Its not like a life altering process but I feel like I dont know the person who did all the things I just did.


But a lot has happened since then and that person has disappeared only for me to resurface.
I am a bored, sleepy and lazy person and I need some boosts once in a while to realize all the beauty in life.
Jhankaar did just that. I didnt participate in anything. Neither did I do too much work. But I was there. A part of my school. For the last time. I represented that which I love. And I felt happy when I got back home. Happy that places like the field stands and the multipurpose hall and the basketball courts will bring back memories. Memories of periods bunked, of events attended. Of things I've done in these years at school. A little early to get all emotional about my school you might say but its never too early to start liking something more.
Every corridor and every teacher and every part of my school has a memory linked to it. And that memory never was and never will be the same if it weren't for me. And thats as close to the best feeling on Earth.

And here I am, realizing that in a few months Im about to lose all thats bin important for me all my life. Im not going to be a school student in a few months.
But Im smiling. Why? Because I am not losing anything.
All there was shall remain. And all there is to be shall be.


Sentiments apart and onto what this post is about.
Im going to watch Shawshank Redemption again for the nth time and I already know I'll be a happier person once I've seen it.
Because the movie doesnt talk about redemption by actually killing a woman and going to jail. In fact many people feel that Andy finds redemption by becoming the rich man in the convertible car and the beach scenery. But thats just a picture to hang on your wall. Or a welcome mat.
Redemption is with Red. Redemption is in decency a man shows even in prison. Redemption is in how a man retains integrity till his death. Redemption is in leaving prison a more peace-filled man. Redemption is in saying True Salvation Comes From Within.

Redemption is in living a life with simple emotions.

You could do the flashiest of things, eat the unhealthiest of foods and drive the fastest of cars and still live a simple life if all you are made up of are simple emotions.


Life is far too complicated as it is for us to make it worse.
Make simple choices. And express simple emotions and life is good.
Complex emotions stop a man from walking up to a woman and telling her that she looks good. Complex emotions stop someone from going upto someone and just asking them what the problem is.

But without exception, you will disagree. And if you actually tell me that, whether we know each other or not. Whether we like each other or not. Whether we care or not. Then you just proved me right.


Redemption is in Simple Emotions.



Cheers to Good Movies,
V



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Now Listening - Nothing.
Now Watching - The Shawshank Redemption
Now Reading - Eldest - Christopher Paolini ( I Cannot wait for the fourth book)
Now Feeling - Oddly Happy