Like a picture in the wallet…!!!!

Emotions are like a picture in the wallet, you can either carry it around or just leave it in the book, on the bedside table, for only you to see it…

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You don’t need a degree to know what love is…!!!!!

Have you ever felt love in a way that it belongs to you that you were meant to find it, doesn’t matter if it wasn’t yours to keep? When i see people i realize something, there is no such thing as one love. Because everyone grows up loving different people at different phases of their lives only to end with one person who stays for long, really long. But each and every phase of that love felt right to them, whether it was a school crush, a high school love story, a college romance or marriage.

I personally believe love is meant to find everyone, even the most worthless of us who lost it or never kept it or never got to know it for good.

That’s the beauty of love it never forgets to say Hi to us; we might grow up to be a different person but we all get that turn once where we brush our shoulder with it. Some get to be friends with it, some become acquaintances and others walk by and never get to greet it again.

A peace of mine would always remember my turn. Some days when I’m all sunshine because i have no energy to crib anymore, i tell myself maybe there is another turn maybe i should just keep walking and we would meet again, love and me. And if we don’t, i would still be someone who once did get to say hello to it. Because honestly speaking things happen to you in ways you cant expect them to or want to.

I’m kind of peachy right now…so folks, enjoy the moment of Little being peachy…i think its the dancing. I went to a party tonight, where everyone was wearing dresses and i was in my denim and blue shirt and All Stars. I danced so much, i was dancing with people, i was dancing alone, i was dancing. And maybe that’s why i feel rosy and peachy.

Roads are filled with idiots and im one of them…!!!!!

I banged my car and i don’t know how or why. I still can’t believe i did not see a car right in front of me. I can’t believe i was so lost and distracted. I can’t believe i just drove straight into a car because i wasn’t looking where i m supposed to be looking, on the road.

My car is a wreck, my neck kind of hurts and i feel awful about the incident because it wasn’t one of those things which you can explain like “actually” or “thing is”. Cause there is no explanation except one.

 

The Killing ….!!!!!!

I truly believe ‘The Killing’ is one of the greatest shows ever its intense, dark yet it makes sense. A red hair detective who is obsessed with her job and works like any a super cop, except she is all human, has a boy she is not able to give time to, has personal demons she fights and some highly funny but normal-people like sweaters. A macho looking tall detective partner whose irony is his struggle with dope and his belief that he can be a good man too. Together they solve cases, fight bad guys to find justice for grieving families while feeling the same level of pain personally and professionally, as they smoke cigarettes one thing that bonds them apart from their job.

SPOILER ALERT – i am going to tell you what makes The Killing so awesome and what i think about the finale.

You know after watching shows like Dexter, HIMYM, Lost and Prison Break i felt so cheated and heartbroken because the finales were disappointing to the core. I mean, Lost and Dexter broke my heart and HIYM felt like waste of time. My purpose of talking about these shows is that after watching the finales of such big and grand shows i gave up on finales, i was sure all my favourite shows were going to end up with a senseless finale and I’m pretty sure it would happen with others too but The Killing isn’t one of them.

It’s a dark show, many of my friends have given up on it and some won’t even start with it because, yes, it’s dark. But if you watch it, you would see how much sense it makes every in damn season, every damn case and the finale. And it’s like Veena Sud knew what the show needed – a happy closure. After 4 seasons of darkness, Linden and Holder found the peace, the happiness and moment of truth – they belong together.

I know, it’s just a show but for me it was like i was part of the journey Sarah Linden went through. Each case whether it was Rosie Larsen, Bullet and Callie or Kyle Stansbury, i felt like i was a part of it. Maybe that’s why i solved them all before the finale.

When Rosie Larsen died, it broke my heart, when Bullet died i cried for real but my favourite moment was the last scene when she came back. When Sarah drove back to Holder. When a show so dark, painful and twisted got a happy ending. I think i took a sigh of relief because they didn’t kill Sarah or Holder i mean they could have, it was the show where people died but they didn’t.

Every single episode was gripping and every single case was close to my heart because of the stories, the emotions, the pain and the hope that Linden and Holder would find out who did it.

Finale was just fantastic because of the ending. Just fantastic. Thankyou Veena Sud.

P.S sharing video and images from the fb page of this amazing show.

 

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Honesty is an absurd policy…!!!!

The fact that I want my birthday to come and go as quickly as a Sunday makes me sad. im a birthday person. I love a birthday, specially when its mine.

I want a miracle for my birthday, I want to stop being sad, lonely, narcissist, self absorbed, childish, immature, depressed and scared. Well it ain’t gonna happen, but that’s the beauty of a birthday you can dream of gifts and presents.

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RIP Robin Williams…sorry, we couldnt save you….!!!!

Tuesday was a heavy day with something hurting inside so bad that I could hardly keep my face straight, all I wanted was to cry but with the job of being a Super Hero you don’t get to take off your mask not until you are back at home and all alone. Only Alfred gets to see Batman as Bruce Wayne and in my case no one because my Alfred was my dog who isn’t here. God I miss him.

So, I don’t know how to say this but news about Robin Williams kind of hit me hard and not because he was a great actor and I have seen his movies. It’s because of the cause of death. Suicide. Has always been a touchy subject for me, always. People who die because they are hurting are people who drowned because no one could save them.

He was the funny guy, who spent all his life joking and making hilarious faces to make others laugh and smile, while grieving inside all alone. Some people struggle silently and try to keep themselves floating but in the end they get drowned and nobody gets to save them. Why? Why can’t we save people who are in pain?

Why is sadness so colourless at times?

Why do we believe that someone who is smiling all the time isn’t capable of feeling pain? Why some people cant find voice for their inner struggle?

I don’t know why but when I hear about a suicide it kind of makes me sad in a bad way, like we failed a person. Suicide scares me because mental illness is for real, it’s not Santa Claus and not many people like to accept it. Some people might prefer to call it selfishness and cowardliness but when a person is so hurt that dying seems the only way out, he/she needs help not lecture.

Robin Williams had his demons and yes he died because he drowned in his darkness, but he would always be remembered for his act of spreading laughter and smiles. If only sadness had a colour or smell, if only mental illness came with big blinging sign boards that said “SOS”. Truth is not everyone gets to show the hurt and darkness, but it doesn’t mean it’s not there.

I know people were sad or surprised or shocked but i was hurt in a different way. For me the news was beyond a celebrity losing the battle of depression, for me it was loss of another person to the hardcore reality of sadness.

Pain, sometimes, has tendency of sticking to people in a way where it becomes a part of their existence.