Well things have been going good. So far so good. My final semester's just begun, a pretty good reason to keep me busy and going with my classes, assignments, internship, part-time uffff!! I know its hectic. Well if you remember i had posted a few weeks ago about a friend and how he turned over a new leaf, leaving behind his past after the break up. So we finally got to meet up again after a month's time.
We went shopping to a mall and came across this Pakistani Guy, an elderly person i must say, somewhere in his mid 40's and he struck a conversation with us standing in line to get his shirts billed. He asked us about what we do and what our future was, and he then introduced himself as a painter from Pakistan; came to the USA and settled down a decade ago. He told us about the places he had worked and about the people he had worked for. He said Indians were very warm hearted and that they were very friendly, loving and caring despite the fact that he was from a country we have been fighting for years. He expressed his love toward's India and how he wished he could visit the country once. We then heard a voice say 38 dollars and 59 cents. It was his turn to pay and move on. So did we and while driving to find a place to eat, we pondered over what he had said, friendly, loving and caring. hmmmmmmm. Well a person, we did not know, or never even had a slight clue of his existence interacted with us and was sweet because we were Indian's was it?? Hmmm i don't think so, well maybe we were being too judgmental.
We landed at an unreasonably hip restaurant, where we sat at the bar while we waited for our table. There was a
girl sitting at the bar next to my friend, and she was grabbing
some dinner after just getting off a shift at the restaurant next door
and waiting for some coworkers to get off work. She initiated
conversation and my friend and I instantly clicked with her, not just
because she was a charismatic chick, but because there’s one thing that
girls can always connect over regardless how well they know each other:
boys (and in some cases, how over them we are). I have always admired how without pouring out her soul to someone, a girl can use just the right
words to express her frustrations with a guy, but have no idea how to
answer a question as simple as, “Where should we grab dinner?” Well this was exactly what happened to us, thank God, we were given our table and we got to move away from her and escape from being eaten hungry, by her curses on her boyfriend.
Like those songs that can make you sad despite the fact that you were perfectly content before they came on. Like the dresses in your closet you’ve never worn and will probably never wear but make you feel like there’s hope that someday there’ll be an occasion to wear them to, hope that there’ll be a person to wear them alongside. Like the way pouring rain hits your shoulders harder than the rest of your body. There’s comfort in the things you know for certain, but more importantly, it’s in knowing things for certain where comfort is born.
I have always wondered and pondered, over the few intricate moments we spend in happiness when we grow up to be someone who could earn and support another person in whose hands we trust our entire future. Feelings, love, care, friendliness; aren't these all positive forms of what one feel's in spite of the high's and low's he has to go through his life and yet end up with a conclusion about what you might feel or understand about someone or a group of individuals. Humans are a weird race, you have what you always wanted, you have enjoyed what you have wanted to, yet the thirst can never be quenched, more than the positive things in life, we often run after things that we can never get to, we can never satisfy and neither can we make sense to after achieving it.
If things haven't made sense yet, well i mentioned about the Pakistani guy, because in spite of the wars we have been fighting with Pakistan, he as an individual had no complaints, no regrets and instead ended up praising us and complimenting us for what we were as a country. While this girl we met at the restaurant, kept complaining about how her boyfriend was a bore, he had lost his job, and she has to work overtime to support them both. But never did she peep into the past and look at one single moment which they have lived happily. When it comes to loosing out on luxuries and loosing out on things which entice us more than those who are responsible for having given them to us, we forget the relation, the value and the happiness in it even before that thing existed.
Maybe it’s because there’s something that satiates us about trying to explain something that we know isn’t really definable, but some of us just find comfort in trying to figure all of it out, even though all they want is a love that’s far from logical. Ironically, most of us crave a love that surpasses descriptions, that essentially cant be described, but use words and logic to get there…and then we wonder why haven’t found that love yet. So is everything to do with life. Not until can we make sense to the life we lived, we can never ever make sense to what we expect in future because that is the Life as we knew it. Adios.
Like those songs that can make you sad despite the fact that you were perfectly content before they came on. Like the dresses in your closet you’ve never worn and will probably never wear but make you feel like there’s hope that someday there’ll be an occasion to wear them to, hope that there’ll be a person to wear them alongside. Like the way pouring rain hits your shoulders harder than the rest of your body. There’s comfort in the things you know for certain, but more importantly, it’s in knowing things for certain where comfort is born.
I have always wondered and pondered, over the few intricate moments we spend in happiness when we grow up to be someone who could earn and support another person in whose hands we trust our entire future. Feelings, love, care, friendliness; aren't these all positive forms of what one feel's in spite of the high's and low's he has to go through his life and yet end up with a conclusion about what you might feel or understand about someone or a group of individuals. Humans are a weird race, you have what you always wanted, you have enjoyed what you have wanted to, yet the thirst can never be quenched, more than the positive things in life, we often run after things that we can never get to, we can never satisfy and neither can we make sense to after achieving it.
If things haven't made sense yet, well i mentioned about the Pakistani guy, because in spite of the wars we have been fighting with Pakistan, he as an individual had no complaints, no regrets and instead ended up praising us and complimenting us for what we were as a country. While this girl we met at the restaurant, kept complaining about how her boyfriend was a bore, he had lost his job, and she has to work overtime to support them both. But never did she peep into the past and look at one single moment which they have lived happily. When it comes to loosing out on luxuries and loosing out on things which entice us more than those who are responsible for having given them to us, we forget the relation, the value and the happiness in it even before that thing existed.
Maybe it’s because there’s something that satiates us about trying to explain something that we know isn’t really definable, but some of us just find comfort in trying to figure all of it out, even though all they want is a love that’s far from logical. Ironically, most of us crave a love that surpasses descriptions, that essentially cant be described, but use words and logic to get there…and then we wonder why haven’t found that love yet. So is everything to do with life. Not until can we make sense to the life we lived, we can never ever make sense to what we expect in future because that is the Life as we knew it. Adios.
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