uNiQue..!

How unique are we? There have been interesting findings proving each one of us are unique…biologically… But what about mentally? Spiritually? Are we unique that ways?
A particular student may be taunted and bullied by his/her classmates in school just because he’s not like the others…be it in mannerisms or physical features…While some other student may be admired by all just because he happens to be an all-rounder and people just flock around him. How unique are these two? They are not. Both have their share of obstacles and victories, joys and worries…but it’s the way in which they perceive it. Am I being too harsh on the loser? Come to think of it, the winner always has things going easy for him…maybe because he’s pretty, smart and has a way with people while the loser’s just the opposite. But, the loser can work on it right? Nothing’s impossible..!
Anyways, back to the main topic now. It amuses me how some people perceive themselves as unique in character, trying to build a mystery around themselves when infact its not too big a hurdle to decode them. All of us make mistakes while handling people. You realize that a certain person is wonderful “if” you really get to know him/her when you cross that barrier around that individual…it may turn out to be the other way round too. So, uniqueness as I see it, is common.
Everyone wants to be unique. Just tell a girl she’s unique (positively though), she’s all over you. I have seen this many a times. Tell your teacher his manner of approaching the subject is unique, you’ll notice a glow all over his face. Tell your parents they are unique, that they are like none other parents you know…see how proud they would be.
So you see, everyone’s like just another face in the crowd…

All about knowing myself...or is it convincing myself???

People like me are now in a habit of reading blogs…diaries of unknown people.
Why did I start with a blog in the first place?? I could have carried on writing in my diary. Now when I say diary, it is not something where I write day-to-day stuff…I used to write about my thoughts, something that I am writing now…but diaries used to be personal, something which I was, and still am very possessive about. I somehow still do not trust this blog thing. Having started to post here since one of my friends was very much into it, I now consider myself more of a reader than a blogger…as in blogging…as in writing…
I had read somewhere that people keep journals, blogs to keep in touch with themselves…to understand the “self”. But it sometimes makes me wonder whether we are trying to convince ourselves to be who we not really are…??? This thought makes me squirm at times when I think about it.
Browsing through, the “love” issue tops the list. Seems everyone’s in love, been in love, tormented by love, love, love, love. “I swear by my life and my love of it that I will not live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine”…John Galt (Atlas Shrugged). No, I have not yet read this book. One of my friends had messaged this piece some time back and I still have it in my inbox. This statement intrigues me. Can such a view ever be applicable? I wonder…
It’s fascinating to see how much people are alike though we do not realize it. I mean, there are these posts in the blog filled with happiness, awe at the Supreme Being and then there are posts filled with pessimism, loneliness…in the same blog...! Right now, I may be happy and when I am sad, I forget that I was happy. I dwell in my unhappiness not realizing that I was happy some moments ago. I feel that I am the only one with problems and “issues”…but then when I look around closely, everyone has their share.
I think I’ve got to say it now…I am a hypocrite and so is everyone around me…There’s this side of me reserved for some people, some other side of me reserved for some other lot…I say I hate hypocrisy when in fact, the world revolves around it.
Some thoughts that I have…

blessings

It’s been quite sometime that I have posted here. At present, I am at home…home as in hometown, Gangtok. Getting to be with my folks after quite sometime draws me away from the computer. As I am putting this up, bright sunlight is streaming through the windows. I love this room. It’s actually my father’s office at home. It’s got wide windows with no curtains…I love it this way...brings an antiquated atmosphere with the woodwork and all. Some few years back my mother had brought Jerusalem berry from her hometown and right now, that plant has those delicious looking crimson-colored berries abundantly. This plant brightens up the whole room.
As I look out from the window, I see houses dotted unevenly along the lush green mountains. It’s strange when I see it now and realize how much I had missed seeing all these while in the plains… The juicy corns are almost ripe and yesterday I got a bag full of plums from my cousin’s place…some minutes walk from my place. The flowers too are in full bloom. I can see from my seat here the blue-colored hydrangea and the colorful geraniums. And yes, how can I forget passion fruit and the sour grapes that adorn the gates of my home. I wonder who came up with the name “passion fruit”…seems funny when one hears it’s name for the first time.
While I was in my college hostel, I had broken one of those huge windows in my room and not wanting to see the glass being wasted, I had done some glass painting on it. I’ve got to say, it looks kinda crude. A modern art sort of thing ;) …I had got that glass home when I finished college and had left it there in my room which looked like a store room then with all my bags and luggage and junk stuff which I did not want to part with. When I came home this time, my mother had put up that piece of junk in my father’s office. Now this was funny…I wonder how my father reacted when he first saw that piece of broken glass with some crude drawings on it…makes me smile.
I have so many blessings to count that I simply just cannot start counting since it’s never going to stop. However, just one minor set-back, and am there…forgetting what life’s offered me so far. But then again, now I end up seeing the glass half-full and a belief that after every sunset there’s a sunrise. Sunset’s got a charm of it’s own…so I do not want to miss the sunset either…