Showing posts with label feeling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feeling. Show all posts

December 18, 2010

Where Does Beauty Lie?

Someone said beauty lies in eyes of the beholder. But our eyes see what we think. So does beauty lie in the mind? I believe...Yes! It's what makes Khali, Mohammad Kaif or Sunil Shetty cute. It's the same thing that can make Katrina, Kareena and Aishwarya Rai ugly. How? Let me elaborate.

Our liking towards someone makes everything about him/her beautiful in our eyes. Whom we like suddenly seems beautiful to us and the one whose nature we can't stand, seems ugly. This happens all the time, but probably we don't seem to notice.

Beauty that we see from our eyes is superficial; a person's physical attributes can't define beauty. Millions find Aishwarya and Katrina beautiful and yet I know people who hate both of them. Does this define taste? I say it's our attitude towards people that define beauty. A mother always finds her children good-looking. Simply, because she loves them.

The one we love, would always be the most beautiful person on earth for us. Sometimes with the turn of emotions, his very physical flaws appear cute to us. That bended finger of his suddenly looks like a curved ring, in which you want to entwine the rest of your life. Trust me on this. Love makes the world go round.

"To a woman nothing seems quite impossible to the powers of the man she worships." O.Henry wrote in his famous short story A Retrieved Reformation.

And I truly believe in it. If we abhor someone, his appearance starts to displeasure our senses. An accidental touch of his hand too can create aversion. Because it's all in the mind. The beauty, the ugliness and all it's manifestations. Several people I met, found me beautiful, but the one who discovered the real me never found me beautiful.! And that's because he could see the person inside. Rare but true! People are neither beautiful nor ugly.

August 3, 2010

Peeli Roshni: The Light of Happiness

पीली सी उस रोशनी में एक बार नहाई थी मैं...जाने वो कौन सा मोड़ था जहां मंजिल खो गयी, फिर ना वो रात आई, ना कभी सहर हुई... खो गयी मैं चलते-चलते उस पीली रोशनी की तलाश में...     
Sometimes your heart declines to emote...there is a strange void. An emptiness that neither kills nor cures... Almost what Shakespeare's Hamlet felt: "I'm sad because I'm not happy..."
Unable to feel the emotions that run deep inside...the heart seems static...eyes blank. Looking at the clouds she wonders if it would rain again. A strange connect she has with water... almost imitating her feelings.

But it's been days, the rain doesn't seem to touch a chord in her heart the way water stays on an oily surface but fails to slip inside... she has not been sad in the real sense... nor can she feel the happiness... She stands numb in her balcony looking at the wet leaves on the tree. She doesn't know what she wants now...Giving away the happy feeling to make someone happy...yet be happy... is it possible...she just wonders...

She can't see the way but the road on which she walks, in search of the yellow light she once saw...