Why don’t we just go out?

I always like to walk around new places. When I was a kid I used to explore my terrace every afternoon and you know what...I found it different everyday. I was stunned then; same terrace, same flower pots, same bricks, same birds on the same tree, same kites, same neighbor house, their same dog…yet so unlike the day before! It was different everyday because I liked it that way and I expected it that way and I figured it out that way and indeed, I loved it that way!

I am much relaxed today as I just came to know I still have that thread inside my heart which binds me with ‘new things’. I came to a new city and fell in love with it. I went out with the city itself and it guided me so vigilantly. It showed me the beautiful roads and reminded me how pretty my feet look when they are on the sand; it showed me the monuments and I heard their majestic whispers; it showed me the lakes and the parks and the temples and the people; it showed me the small beautiful birds which I had never seen in my life and their nest as well; it showed me how my country has restructured itself in last few years at the same time how it has not given mercy to the people who are in physical contact with the motherland - day and night; it showed me some people fighting on the road and a couple kissing each other next to them; it showed me some animals being killed and eaten by men so rapidly and a small temple which has an animal as an idol to worship; it introduced me to my new beautiful nest…which I am sure will be envied by the parrot my grandmother has.

There are so much to know, so much to see, so much to get angry on, so much to get affectionate to…why don’t we just go out in the life in the same way…if you don’t know which way to take ask your conscience, if you don’t know what to do – see your roster, if you don’t know what to talk – hear others. Life is just like a new city…only difference is you get a chance to explore a city once in years…and you explore your life every moment you breathe…

It is fun to stay alone…isn’t it?

It is fun to stay alone…isn’t it? You are on your own, you can do ‘anything’ you wish to do. You can come home behind schedule, you can watch the TV channel you wish to watch, you can cook whatever you find irresistible to eat for the dinner, you can ‘sing’ your bath anytime you want – without anyone’s interlude, you can put the music player very loud and nobody is going to yell at you for that…

It is really fun! Isn’t it? It is really different too! You don’t have anybody to wake up for – because you want to wake up just for you, you don’t have anyone to throw tantrum over the breakfast – because you won’t have a breakfast probably, you don’t have to phone someone at home during the lunch break to find out if he has had his meal, you don’t have to fret if you are running late for the night show after the office, you don’t have to be bothered to have someone disturbing your sleep in the night…you don’t have to be anything else but you…exclusively for you…

It is fun and advantageous to stay alone…I completely am convinced. You have no one to answer for so many unspoken questions – your ‘truth percentage’ would increase; you don’t have to wear a ‘stupid’ outfit just because someone gifted it to you – you can wear the ‘bright’ one you bought last weekend; you will have nobody to kiss you neither you will have someone else’s lips to kiss – you are safe from all unhygienic dealings; you won’t have a shoulder to rest your head upon – and you would be absolutely ‘lice-free’; you won’t have anyone next to you on bed to tell your day out – good, you can store those expensive terminologies and write a novel later!

… And next morning, if you have a mirror, you could see the same face - and only that very face – with not even a small pinch of poignant clothing…

It is fun to be alone…isn’t it?