Take me away

Sometimes I feel like I'm God's very own entertainment package whose life he just sits back, with his jumbo-sized tub of caramel popcorn, and watches.
Shraddha Bhatia - Made in Circus.
For starters, he has made me clumsier than a rat scurrying backwards. On an average I have about 5 new scratches on me every day. You would say, that's probably in an ordinary room with an ordinary amount of furniture; but NO - even if its a flat piece of land with nothing but grass, I'd find myself a burrow to stick my foot into so that I can settle for a bruised nose instead.
And not even Einstein would've been as distrait as I am. Add that to one sleepless night and you'd have yourself a free clown.

On a more serious note though, I downrightly believe that he has in fact built a customized theme park for me which I'm sprung into from time to time purely because my funny ways propitiate his satire. All this, remember, with a JUMBO tub of caramel popcorn.
I, on the other hand, hurraying every single time my ride glides over a little knoll, luxuriate in the glory before I find myself atop a wild, gnarling beast. I grapple for steadiness (Picture Tom) - with my hair on ends, mouth open and tail widely out of the picture.
I glare at my creator upwards and there he is, my Jerry, giggling away with that mouthful of ,did I mention - caramel popcorn.
I pretend to be unforgiving and nasty, before he actually gives in and I find myself in an iridescent wonderland, with marshmallow flowers and chocolate fountains.

Ahhh!

I forgive. I forgive. I forgive thee.
Why don't I see your hidden glee.
I give you a hug, cuddling like a bug,
In your arms, I surrender me!

When I wake up, my credulity has once again been assumed, and this time it feels like I'm aback a fat centipede who is making its way inside someone's ear. The ride gets worse with each minute. I am tossed and exploited and juggernauted.
Oh! He has belied me again, I grouse and grumble and plan an escape, decidedly unwilling to grant amnesty.
Unexpectedly, I reach a pristine meadow, which pulls me in magnetically. I bask in it, looking up to return His mischievous smile with an angry pout and fall asleep.
Somewhere, in the middle of my blissful nap, I wake up to catch His eyes on me, the depth of which speak volumes of his love for me.
And that's when I notice; his popcorn bucket has nothing more caramelly than my hundred angels which protect me.




In your love,
my Jerry,
I shall wallow,
till eternity.





## His love, has its own ways.

### Don't take your foot off the pedal when life is just about to turn around.

Stay hungry stay foolish

I dont know if you stumble upon a similar situation so often, but there have been countless days in my life when I've felt guilty and worthless for not doing 'WHAT IM MEANT TO DO'.
The most ironic thing that I have observed however and am stunned by is the story of 3 great, very successful men. I don't know their biographies very well but there is one common thread that binds them together which stirs my thoughts to amazement.
Im talking about Baz Luhrmann, Steve Jobs and Bill Gates.

And they share a strikingly stark truth : At 20, They didnt know what they wanted to do with their lives.
They chose to follow their intuition, which was itself a very dark, unexplored hallway then.

They share another staggering fact : They have been at the very top of what they finally chose to do and they've emerged to be the most victorious and powerful men in their respective fields.

I am in complete awe of the irony here. The most successful people in the world never planned for success. They simply followed their hearts. They stand out now from amongst us all because they dared to take that plunge. They've all set an example for the world and they speak of their lives so inspiringly.We listen in awe, but the real question is does any one of us actually follow this simple rule to happiness?
I am a shrewd realist and I refuse to allow myself to believe that their lives could somehow be recreated somewhere, and another successful man would wake up to a similar story.

But I'm inspired enough by their stories to idolize them.
Their examples are reason enough for me to wake up every day, look in the mirror and have faith in myself.
Faith that, I can reach there too.
I can worry myself to death.
I can shatter my self-belief.
I can feel worthless
And I can be completely clueless about my life.
BUT, if I follow my heart and do that which makes me truly truly happy...
I CAN REACH THERE TOO.
I CAN!




Don't be trapped by dogma which is living with the results of other people's thinking.
Dont let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice.

and most important

Have the courage to follow your heart and intuition...
They somehow already know what you truly want to become.
Everything else....is secondary.

- Steve Jobs.


Don't worry about the future.

- Baz Luhrmann