why do people say what they say!

why do people say what they say!

What really is going on in people’s heads when they do the things they do or say the things they say?

Is it that they just say things for the sake of saying or do they actually mean what they say. At times one is scared of saying what they want to for the fear of being wrong or misinterpreted. Who decides what’s right and what’s wrong ?

I was always scared that I would get a slap from my dad if I said something wrong, especially when it comes to him asking me questions from my text books when I was in school. Well Murphy’s law hold true during those occasions and I am damn sure that I will tell the wrong answer even if I knew the right one. If fuck ups have to happen they will , but in my case I think I create it myself ! :)

Well that was childhood and does it prevent me from saying things now – am I molded that way in my younger years , to keep things to myself for the fear of being wrong ?

At times voicing ones opinions might not land in the right way at the other end and I have witnessed it too. Where do I start - was it in school or at work !! I had my share of cross fires .

So when it comes to someone you like, what happens then ??
Now that it has got nothing to do with right and wrong !! well in this case its slightly different that one is scared that what ever is there right now will vanish in thin air … and will become memories to think of when one is alone.

What ever it is the best would be is to say what’s in ones mind and face the consequence rather than keeping it inside and brood over it. :)

Its just one life we have and time is flying so don’t stop yourself – just do it ! :)

worth a read _ author unkown

Is it better to keep things to oneself or to let the other person know how you feel about them rather than waiting for some divine intervension to happen. Atleast if you let the other person know how you feel, you wont regret rest of your life thinking that I should have given it a shot, whatever the end results may be.


10th Grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. she was my so called "best friend". I stared at her smooth black hair and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and i handed them to her. she said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. she was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broken her heart. she asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. she looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Senior year
The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did.

Prom night
After everything was over, I was standing at her front door step! I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another guy. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn`t see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". she said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! "I wish I did too..." I thought to my self, and I cried.

reason, season or life time _ author unkown

Long time back i received a CC and i would rather consider myself lucky to have opened that mail for i never open CC's sent by mails. So few weeks before when I remembered this - was trying to find a replacement for the word " life time "
a voice echoed - how about prison ?? reason season or prison !!! in a way it is !

People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do.
When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on.
When people come into your life for a SEASON, it is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.
LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; those things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person/people (anyway); and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.

how could you _ Copyright Jim Willis

A tear still rolls down my eyes when i read through this .. miss you guys where ever you are whitie, julie, blackie n jane - and i hope you understand that i had no say in things those days.

hope you are all happy !! talking about unconditional love !! does some one know what it means ?? mortals !!

When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.

flying kite

relationship are like flying a kite… when there is right wind and ambiance the kite takes off very fast and before you know what's happening you might be flying high in the sky and smiles over the face. If nothing changes, there is nothing like it but, when the wind is turbulent and chord is taught one has to be very careful, its not about holding the chord tight at that time but to let the chord loose so that the chord doesn't snap or the kite doesn't tear. And in certain cases where there is no more chord and there is too much of stress, one has to decide weather to let the kite free for if one doesn't the chord might snap , tear the kite and you feel sad that you lost it. In such times if you let it go, you might not get the kite back but at least be happy that the kite is still beautiful and someone else might get to use it and be happy about it.

when you look back after the storm has abated let me tell you, you will smile at the way you thought that it was the end of the world.

every thing in life is momentary, be it pain or happiness... the only difference is that when you are happy the time flies much faster that you could possibly imagine and when your sad the time stretches more than eternity and you feel that what have you done to deserve such a torment..
but life has its own way of teaching things happiness is short lived so that one feels the necessity to get back and sadness stretches so that you remember and make sure that you don't do the same mistake again.

Life has more to offer .. and its always a beautiful day tomorrow.

musing_1

Am I awake? Or still deep in sleep? Dreaming!!
Not sure even when my eyes are wide-open and talking to people while having a smoke and chai !!
Its not in the literal sense but more philosophically
What am I doing here! When I mean here, I meant the whole existence, 30 years of walking on this planet actually 27 because the first three I wasn’t walking much.
So what’s the question which is bothering me?
Its simple but yet profound! What am I to do with the life which I have?
Bad that I started searching for an answer at this point in life, good at least I started now.
So what should I do??
There are couple of options which are very evident.
I can work in a firm for rest of my life till they kick me out, make a meager living and live like every one else.
Well can make that better by slogging it out and getting better incentives and promotions and retire as MD or a partner.
Or I can start my own business and be the CEO and do what I feel like.
No matter what it is, what’s the ultimate motive? Is it to feed the stomach?
Or, to make a statement?, To leave a mark?, To do community service?
Do I want to become famous? So that people will know me? But why?
Why should one do all these things?
Is that the only reference that one has, people who have done things, people who have wasted their lives, people who existed ….
Where do I fit in? do I have to fit in somewhere or do something which other have not done?
Is it for the sake of being different or is it a genuine urge?
Where do I start? Am I awake or still sleeping?