She Loves Me…She Loves Me Not…

Numb?
When the pain is the anesthesia and the surgeon is the person you love. Ever felt something similar?

It’s like the rain. Not everyone loves to get wet in the rain. But then when it’s raining hard and you are already wet – you reach a certain mental stage when you just don’t care anymore. You just let the rain drops do their thing.

It’s something like how Counter-Irritants work (Vicks, Moov, Zandu Balm etc). They produce a somatic pain which subsidises the visceral pain.

That’s what most people require in real life – one pain to forget the other.

[Note: Though usually I embed photographs taken by me, the photo embedded in this post is one I wish was taken by me. It’s via Worth1000]

Life 3.0

People do business with people.

This is a very important lesson I learnt few days back and am moulding the next stage of my life based on it.

Life 3.0 is a new me. A little more mature, a lot more responsibilities and a lot less ego. Celebrated my 22^nd birthday a few days back. Didn’t meet anyone the whole day except for one person, who at one stage of my life meant a lot to me and of course my Mom. Took Ma to Le Meridien for a lavish buffet dinner and also went to the largest Ganpati pandaal in Pune since it also happened to be auspicious Ganesh Chaturthi. Not that my belief in God has risen much, but I know something out there is pulling the right strings...

Got pretty lucky with my blog on the ICC Twenty20 Cricket World Cup – WorldCupTwenty20.com. Managed to earn quite a lot of money off it.

A new job is around the corner. New dreams are around the corner.

Cheers to life!

You Sacrifice The Love. I'll Sacrifice The Friendship.

'And what if this messed up our friendship?'
He was going through a myriad of emotions. Countless apprehensions. He did love her but he just couldn't admit it. He knew this wasn't going to work out.

She on the other hand, knew what she was getting into. She believed it would work.
...faith and love...
Most of all she believed in herself.

She'd known his parents since a long time. She thought she could convince them. She was definitely above average. Way above average. She wasn't quite ready for marriage and that was the problem. Or was it?

Should friendships be sacrficed for love?
At times perhaps they should.

He had been the perfect son. He had an unbelievable amount of respect for his parents. They wanted an arranged marriage with someone of their choice. Someone who came from a very big business family. It would be a financial arrangement of sorts. He had to oblige.

His life meant nothing to him.
Her life meant nothing to him.

He could either choose her - Someone he loved and someone who loved him back immensely. Someone who knew everything there was to know about him. Someone who could lighten his moods in the darkest of hours. Someone who could stir emotions in him. Someone who brought a smile to his face.

Or he could choose to spend the rest of his life with a complete stranger.

He sacrificed the love.

Life always gives you a second chance. Doesn't it?
Mistakes can always be rectified...
...but certain mistakes can't!

You sacrificed the love. Now I'll sacrifice the friendship.