LIFE: Some certain yet weird questions 

After 3 months, I am again here with my blog. I feel like there is someone who is listening to me. I feel as if yes, I have my own world my own place where no one can revolt, no one can stop me. I used to write diary, but somewhere lost that habit, I don't know why I lost this habit but it had to someday.... My life isn't going to be like King Babur or like Anne frank that it will be published. I stopped writing diary and maybe I lost all my good habits. A great contribution goes to today's active social world and today's active participation of youth in politics. As elections are going on, there are numerous numbers of debates going on and numerous numbers of relations are made, are broken and are reformed. Well, we all are politicians by birth, we manipulate people, we ask for help from someone, and at times we return the favor, while at times we don't. My last post was about my definition of failure. I wrote about karma. Do your work and god will help you out. Now, this blog is about.... wait I’ll have to think ... about what?

There is hardly anything that I can think. Failure, Reject, reject, waitlist.... ohhh u converted?? Congo ... my bad luck... Mom no chance for MBA this year... Dude, I really worked hard but I don’t know... Come on ... My interviews were awesome ... GD was great ... interviewer was impressed.... Yar, still rejected... Well Elections coming... Hate modi .... How dare u to speak anything to kejriwal .....Final SEM.... project :(....... WHAT?? Dude u were not even planning for MBA, How u converted ... How come only I am left? This is sad... I am feeling, I have lost everything.... No hope..... Only hope is waiting till June.....else cat next year.......aakar my small startup is a little success ....but god knows…what will happen... where will end up …. Sad L. Past 3 months has passed in a constant torture. 5visits to Mumbai, 3 to Ahmadabad, 1 to pune and what do u get, a reject. Still, waiting for some institute that might change my luck.

 Day in Day out, all I am thinking is what am I doing to my life? Is that my overconfidence or I really don't deserve or I am that dumb to not able to crack an MBA interview. It hurts when you yourself start feeling low about yourself when you look at that person in the mirror. You feel as if your real being is caged between the mirror and real world and is working hard to get out but losing somewhere...and one fine day while sitting outside I went into this philosophical expedition and came across some certain yet weird thoughts....

Life is beautiful or is it horrendously insane?

Amazing is this concept of birth and death.

Hahaha a lottery ticket has an easy algorithm rather than this birth and death cycle . . .

Is this really what we are here for? 
What if all of a sudden someone pricks the bubble and wakes you up from the dream?
What if actually we are still in dreams and someone says hey wake up what you were seeing was a dream?
What if all of a sudden we come to know that the money, the luxury, the life after which we are working hard is actually an illusion...
What if someone comes and tells you that you might win the race but you will not be called winner...
If someone tells you that your whole life, your every moment is just a myth, which is some supreme soul's method of entertaining himself....

This will come as a shocker for all of us, and we will be tempted to think that aren't we acting like those jokers of circus, those jokers who will laugh, cry, fight, hit and will provide the entertainment for an hour and then will move away for next show just like our soul changes the body. Maybe, roles differ from show to show but in the end we are just here to entertain others or to do something or to make name ... or what..? Is there any answer? Is there an answer that what we are doing just now, what we are planning has any outcome or not..? 

  Sitting here on grass, I can see an airplane flying up high in the sky. I felt how easy it has been for us to travel through different parts of the world. What if all of a sudden the pilot feels that wait, am not here to fly this machine .I Am actually up here for other things and he stops flying his airplane. What if the boatman while sailing his boat jumps in the river saying why should I take you on the bank? You travel yourself, I want to swim and here I go. That certainly doesn't make sense but who are we to decide what makes sense and what doesn't or for that matter who is the one who will decide? Are we all not caged in our own body that is just like a machine or a TV remote that works fast when new battery is added, after sometime we will push harder, and then we will move close to TV and will trot ahead and finally will die...

Life - love, I, friends/family, enemy . . .

Nobody has ever been able to answer that why do we take birth, why do we call someone mother and someone father? Why do we nurture our life? Why do those tiny legs try to stand up on their own? Why do we grow up? Why do we move on? Why do we run after luxury, money and name? Who are we? What is our motive? Why do we enact this drama? Why do we cry, laugh, love, Smile, care, fight, dance, sing and why do we live if in the end we are going to die?

Life- starts from tedious 9 months of dark walls, maybe every child is a winner as he or she had endurance and patience to stand upside down for 9 months in mother's womb. Life starts when a child smiles at a small touch of her mother. Life starts when a child stands up on his own legs and the father looks at him or her in amazement. So many extracts, so many conclusions of this huge colossal word called life. How can a group of people all of a sudden form a combined meaningful word called family? Why do people fight for power when in the end they are going to be vanished and will be forgotten under mud and there would be nothing but his or her remains? Why they dream when in the end the eyes through they dream will burn into ashes and meet the surroundings and will fly away after their death and all people will remember that yes he dreamt and at times people will not also remember you, forget your dreams and that vicious cycle will continue.

Why do we make an unbreakable bond with someone and still manage to live after he or she leaves this world? People talk about optimism but isn't that selfishness? I am sorry for what happened to you I loved you but I need to continue with my life. Why do we endlessly roam without any result? Why do we move from each place to other without knowing the importance of what actually life is?

We keep on travelling, we fight for positions, We start with A(capital letter), pause at comma, express at colon:, take a breath at semi-colon;, ask at question mark, move on at 2 dots, laugh at exclamatory, describe at hyphen- , make relations at underscore_, Add friends at +, subtract sorrows at -, multiply money *, divide hardships, evaluate our small results at percentage and =, give importance to someone at hash tag#, get close to many at attherate @ and then finally end at full-stop. Isn't this amazing??

What if a doctor stops operating a patient and says it’s too much. Why I am saving his life as in the end he and me both will die? Stop this shit, I ll not operate...

These questions keep on harassing me. . Why the fuck we give fuck to the life if in the end we know life is going to fuck us.
Why the hell a person visits temples and urge for good health if still he will never remain immortal . . . .

Amazing is this microcosm . . . Amazing is this game, a joke, a drama, a magic show where the one up there doesn't know who will live how . . . . 

Why do we endlessly run and perspire and still in the end each single part of us will move into the surroundings and will disappear like the smoke of that cigarette. Life is similar to the cigarette where 10 of those enter in this world under different labels .One goes to a millionaire and other on some torn battered lips. Each one has its own price and still all they do is they burn. Some gives a better reaction due to the tobacco inside it but still some among them falls down and comes under wheels or legs for no mistake of their, while others keep on burning . Some will end their life at a halfway mark without any mistake of his or her while some might get life after death when someone picks up the leftovers. Still, whatever and how much branded they are, in the end they all are harmful. A foolish will smoke it though it will not provide any happiness or any enjoyment except nostalgia and pampered wounds. Still, the cigarette will burn and complete its life. Some might be broken from between but still will manage to give all the pleasure. Life is like that, we know it is harmful , we know it is going to end , we know we have our own brand , we know we might fall to be someone big or maybe we might be battered down but still we keep on burning keep on. Running just aimlessly and without any use. . . . . .
Life ha ha ha what's that bro?