Drizzling it is

If u'd ask me how does it feel like to be sitting in a really really big metropolitan, workin on a code on ur laptop and starin out of that king size glass pane next to you? I'd say it feels 'amazing'. But there's nothing really amazing about any of the things a fore mentioned. Its amazing to feel that peace within yourself. Its amazing to have found that harmony within urself. Its amazing to have tasted that 'contentment' after sooooo many years of yearning. Its about that calm u experience when u watch that light drizzle wet the fully bloomed flowers of various hues, through the pane of glass next to you. Its kinda nice to see the flowers of spring being drippy by the unseasonal drizzle. Its nice to watch the cloudy sky. Its nice to watch the rain, the rain feeding the yellow blossoms and the lush green twigs. Nice it is. Indeed.

Have we ever wondered, why we choose to harbor the bitterness deep down in our hearts and let it blind us from the beauty and the little joys of life and the pleasures of the spring? The more we think of the dark, the darker our hearts become. The more we let the light sink in, there's spring everywhere and every time, even during the snow! Have we given this a thought? How long? How long will we keep thinkin abt the past, about the pain and abt the sores? Some day, at some point of time u'll have to let it all go. Unfold your fingers and let the dust disperse outta your palm.

Life is simply wasted if you keep thinkin abt failures. Failures are only stepping stones to success, remember? Its good to accomplish, agreed. But life is not all about achievements. Life is meant to be lived. Not to be fretted about failures of the past, about the problems of today or the uncertainty of tomorrow. Today is goin to be tomorrow's yesterday. So better live today than keep thinkin abt tomorrow. Tomorrow is jus another day and it will take care of itself. There's not a need in the world to worry abt tomorrow. We keep chasing success like rats running for the cheese, but seldom do we recall what a bag of burden of expectations, pride and arrogance success brings with it. We shd infact be grateful for the failures we've come across. Coz its failures which teach us humility and the essence of service. Accepted, that it brings along sufferings, often those which are beyond our grasp to swallow. But, those again are lessons to be learnt. That is what life is for -- to keep learning. Learnings from mistakes or otherwise.

Now, it has stopped raining. In fact, it aint drizzlin either. But the sky aint blue, its clouded completely. The sight, even now, is simply tooo good. I dont think the camera of my cell will do a good job of capturing this truly romantic setting, esp with such a dim lighting. Never-the-less it has been captured in my heart. Hope it remains long in here. Well, the co-inspiration for this post has been a nice emotional movie that I watched very recently for the first time: A Beautiful Mind. And this reminded me of an another outstanding movie, esp the following sequence of it:

SEAN
I was thinking about what you said
to me the other day, about my
painting. I stayed up half the night
thinking about it and then something
occurred to me and I fell into a
deep peaceful sleep and haven't
thought about you since. You know
what occurred to me?

WILL
No.

SEAN
You're just a boy. You don't have
the faintest idea what you're talking
about.

WILL
Why thank you.

SEAN
You've never been out of Boston.

WILL
No.

SEAN
So if I asked you about art you could
give me the skinny on every art book
ever written... Michelangelo? You
know a lot about him I bet. Life's
work, criticisms, political
aspirations. But you couldn't tell
me what it smells like in the Sistine
Chapel. You've never stood there and
looked up at that beautiful ceiling.
And if I asked you about women I'm
sure you could give me a syllabus of
your personal favorites, and maybe
you've been laid a few times too.
But you couldn't tell me how it feels
to wake up next to a woman and be
truly happy. If I asked you about
war you could refer me to a bevy of
fictional and non-fictional material,
but you've never been in one. You've
never held your best friend's head
in your lap and watched him draw his
last breath, looking to you for help.
And if I asked you about love I'd
get a sonnet, but you've never looked
at a woman and been truly vulnerable.
Known that someone could kill you
with a look. That someone could rescue
you from grief. That God had put an
angel on Earth just for you. And
you wouldn't know how it felt to be
her angel. To have the love be there
for her forever. Through anything,
through cancer. You wouldn't know
about sleeping sitting up in a
hospital room for two months holding
her hand and not leaving because the
doctors could see in your eyes that
the term "visiting hours" didn't
apply to you. And you wouldn't know
about real loss, because that only
occurs when you lose something you
love more than yourself, and you've
never dared to love anything that
much. I look at you and I don't see
an intelligent confident man, I don't
see a peer, and I don't see my equal.
I see a boy. Nobody could possibly
understand you, right Will? Yet you
presume to know so much about me
because of a painting you saw. You
must know everything about me. You're
an orphan, right?

Will nods quietly.

SEAN
Do you think I would presume to know
the first thing about who you are
because I read "Oliver Twist?" And I
don't buy the argument that you don't
want to be here, because I think you
like all the attention you're getting.
Personally, I don't care. There's
nothing you can tell me that I can't
read somewhere else. Unless we talk
about your life. But you won't do
that. Maybe you're afraid of what
you might say.

Sean stands,

SEAN
It's up to you.

And walks away.