"Finding Solace in time i Guess"

Hey..........just a thought..........
Truth is, sometimes one is travelling in a car or having lunch or something of the sort and all these thoughts come into one's head, with some direction or intention and one starts pondering over them and wording them laced with wit and humour. One really enjoys how it well it seems to be turning out in one's head and laughs at the merrier aspects and sobs (silently) through the melancholic ones.
So the family may think you're nuts to be laughing and sobbing at absolutely nothing, but oh well!

When you finally sit yourself down before a sheet of paper or before a laptop computer or before one's personal-blogging-secretary/sexretary, those thoughts vanish so perfectly that one feels inclined to believe they were never there at all, quite like the story-line of a Karan Johar flick or Ekta Kapoor's story-writing skills. Truth is, if we hadn't reflected over something to such an extent, we wouldn't have bored ourselves of them.

And thus I endeavour to write this entry without any preconceived ideas or intentions. So it may be pathetic. Then again, it may not. Then again-again, it may fall somewhere in between. Who knows!

But approaching more sober and serious matters, there are times when life plays a cruel joke upon you that you are left wordless and numb. That home isn't quite home any more, and something feels very empty, both inside and out. You wish to get away to a foreign land where all is fresh and new and you can shut out thoughts of the bitter reality that exists, seeking solace in oblivion, hoping that maybe when you return, time will have healed and the ordeal will seem so far in the past that it is reduced to a distant memory. Distant memory, the kind that you want to shut out, to subjugate and you succeed to the extent that it feels old and forgotten. You feel that you have succeeded till those around you bring it up time and again. And you want to get away, even if it means getting away from those who love you and those you love. But it's just too painful and distressing to be around.
Time is a healer.
But time passes slowly, when you really need it to fly.