Just Thinking...

Exactly… I was just thinking… Rather I was thinking hard to think about something… I was trying to think about those “Ouch”… “Oops”… “Aaahs”… “Tchi” moments… And you know what the end product of thinking about that? Smile… Right… I am smiling right now…

I am feeling happy… Though I am stuck amidst of so many strange faces… I observe that all are connected by the common professional identity. Either all have attained the professional glory of getting those two letters as their prefix or they are working harder and harder to get hold of that. I see so many serious faces enwrapped in the formal attires. Yet their eyes have not lost that innocence. They try hard, yet that mischievous grin spreads in their face. We all are trying. We are trying to look matured…. We are trying to look sophisticated… We are trying to talk to each other with professionalism. But, we are failing; may be because we are faking.

Friends are made… Jokes are shared… Laughter is heard…

Here I see so many people… Yet I am here… Stuck to the laptop… Peering through my spectacles… Cutting through the window panes… Thinking harder and harder… wandering in my inner World… recalling past… reliving present… reviving and reviewing… refreshing and rejuvenating… some are too silly… some are way too crazy… some are boisterous… some are heart crunching… sometimes leads to a creek of smile… some leads to a break of tear… But that is life, isn’t it? It has to be full of events… drama… fun… And madness indeed… Come on… I really need stories that I can take to grave… I want to have enough stories that I can go on thinking when I lay crumpled and bed ridden… I want enough stories that would match to the number of wrinkles that I would gain on passage of time.

Now I am wondering… Am I a perennial loner? May be I am… May be I am not connecting to people around me… May be because I am dangling in my own World… I really don’t know…

My friend said, “Look, you cannot expect people to come and talk to you!” I am not denying that either. But, we need to initiate conversation only if we feel like doing that, isn’t it? There is no point in trying to build relationship with people if we don’t feel connected to them. I may be wrong. But then, that’s how I justified my stance.

And that evoked more thoughts… Why we like only few people… why we feel comfortable with only few… why the way we behave differs from person to person… why are we like this? Why do we connect ourselves with very few? What is the basis of our perceptions? Is that the way others carry themselves… Or is it the way our thought procedure works?

I am still thinking… Now the thinking is more about “why I am thinking so much?” Is that because of my gender; girls are supposed to think more and more. My trail of thoughts has come a really long way… I have though so much… yay!!! Or is that because I have nothing else to do? Whatever may be the reason… this though progression has helped in passing time… and… and… THIS POST… Gigantic grin… Huahahaaaaaaaaah!!!