Understaanding... someone... someone close... !!

I dont know if it happens to me or to everybody, but for me it happens and it is now that m realising it. Wenever I try to understand someone, understand how he/she behaves which we all generally do in process of getting close to somebody (and I get close to everyone very soon), I just try and see my image in that person and in the process I try and understand myself rather. Even if I cannot find that image I thrive hard to find it and somehow in some or other act of that person I find it. And the moment that image is fully highlighted, my belief is fullfilled, though I might be thinking that I`m getting to understand that person well but that might not be the truth. Its just that stressing on lie again and again makes it truth. But this is not how we should understand somebody, or just never try and understand. OR as my friend truly says " I`m free of all the prejudices. I hate everyone equally "..

My Encounter with the Devil

Devil is something which has done its part with the evil things and wants to spread it to others. It can be some thought some person, some demonstration or any damn thing for that matter. In my case it was a thought, or rather a series of thoughts.

I was just thinking that we are all evil by nature, its just we are good under some circumstances or rather I shud say under some forces or bindings. Just looking around ourselves, waiter is serving in the restaurant with all the enthusiasm not because he likes cooking food or likes to know about food, but because otherwise he would be thrown out of his job, students are trying hard to score well not because they like their subject but because they are not bold enough to face their parents with less marks, players play well in a team not because they love the game, everybody does, but the main reason is that if they don`t somebody else will be taken instead of them.  We all try and live our dreams because if we don`t somebody else will. We all have many thoughts in our mind, but we follow any one of them not randomly but because of some bondage, some pressure from our inner self. And if it is not there, we are free there would be a chaos. But then what is freedom, why do we call ourselves free.. These few questions on some idol weekend provoked some evil thoughts in me.. But this cant get the best of me.. I`m away from all this now

∗ -this all could have been in form of fiction but today I was too lazy to do that .. :)

I was walking normally, then somehow some adrenaline rush pushed me to run, I dont know for whom. But in seconds i found myself running to get to the train station, though I didn't had to catch any train. But I was running. I was on the stairs, going down really fast. I tried skipping 2 steps at a time. And suddenly on the last step, *crunch*crackle*, goes my ankle.I almost missed a series of heart beats. It was my left ankle. I already had injured my right one last year. It was paining like something, I wanted to cry but couldn't , coz m an adult and adults don't cry. Pain was getting into my head, I was almost shivering with pain. I sat down on the floor, with foot in my hand (dunno y, it always is a relief to hold it in hand), and I did not want to believe that it was happening for real. I was praying to god, may it be one of the wierd dreams of mine. But it was reality, and ankle was swollen llike something. And it was getting warm also. I had a hint that something serious had happened. But I did not want to believe all this, as that night I had to go Ice Skating and I would not be able to go, niether wud I be able to go sking for entire month. And thinking all this I was literally laughing, I mean I had to go ice skating and ankle twisted, even arm could have twisted but it did not. (I Thank God for that). And most important thing I did not what to do next, I did not had any mobile, and swiss people are so insecure that they would not help you in such a situation. I was just thinking of options when my friend Raj appeared out of the blues. It was really a mind freshning xperience. Now a days I have stopped expecting anythingfrom friends (coz it never helps). But he was nice enought to help me move and took me to the hospital which unfortunately was closed. Then he accompanied me to my home and stayed with me and helped me as much as he could. Next day, the swelling was still there. It seemed serious, I went to the hospital straight. There I had to wait for almost 30 minutes. And when I was inside the ward, Raj was all the time waiting outside. It was soo nice of him. How can someone be so rude to that guy ?, I imagined at that time !! After some time, he left as he had to attend a meeting, then I had my xray done, and yipee there was no bone injury but the ligament had been torn, and doctors told me that they will apply some support. and I had to wait to get it done, but the wait was long. And suddenly a friend of mine appeared there also, she was in hospital for some reason, but talking to someone while sitting in waiting room of hospita, wiith all german magazines and newspapers around to read always helps, believe me !!And the support which they then applied to my foot was so innovative, I mean its rigidity can be adjusted according to the user. And the hospital staff was also very nice. For the first time Hospital did not seem to me a deprsessing place,I was no more afraid of hospitals . Then I was given crutches to walk.
Now,
I have plaster in my leg, crutches in my hands,
I look like I belong to some nasty gang,
walking all the way with a limp in the foot,
looking at all the people wearing their boot,
Cursing my luck is not gonna help any more,
Coz there aint anybody who is responsible for,
whatever I had been suffering,
its all my own earning,
But I guess I must thank all who had been there,
To give all their help and care,
I feel so lucky today,
for having so many "friends" , to say..... !!

Random
We living beings breathe to be alive. We are so much dependent on the air. We talk of so many emotions, so many things on "To Do" list, so many people to meet daily. But we never ever say that I want time to breathe some air. This is considered as a essential process and is always left on auto-pilot. From the moment we have breathed in the air for the lungs till the moment we start exhaling it, that tiny moment of time, is the duration we live ,rest is merely a following of rule. Sometimes when we are thinking of somebody close or we are having some good thoughts in our mind ,we almost miss a heartbeat and the breathing process slows down and the duration for which air stays inside increases, and gives us a fresh feeling. Opposingly when we are angry we breathe rapidly thus decreasing that duration. So we should always keep good thoughts in our minds..!!