Step Into My Shoes..

I have 283 friends in facebook. Regardless of what friend is defined as in many dictionaries, I have all sorts of "friends" that there can be.  One is that posts about every single thing that has happened in his life. You can literally feel the burden of the knowledge of this person's life on your shoulders. Another is full of philosophy, she oozes life and vibrancy into your life through her posts. There is one that changes his profile picture so often, I just have to stop liking them in hopes that'll discourage him (but no, it doesn't). One travels so often and so far out, and posts all the wonderful pictures you can't help feel a teeny-weeny bit jealous for her. One brags all too much about the baby she just had had; although I can understand the motherly pride she must be having (and may be I will turn into one in the near future), post something yourself too, lady. Another is all about football; he posts and shares anything and everything that ...

"The secret of patience is doing something in the meanwhile."  Not long ago, I had to accompany my aunt to the airport to pick uncle up. His flight was somehow delayed so we had to wait a good while. And since we were not sure about which exit he was going to come through, we had to sit afar from each other. Alone by myself, while I was straining my eyes for uncle, I got to witness a whole lot of things at a place so ordinary and yet so extraordinary. People were waiting for their friends, bosses, parents, spouses, siblings, relatives, lovers. People were moving about trying not to miss their flights. People were arriving from distant lands. People were coming home. Some were bored stiff from the mind numbing wait. Some were really anxious; they just couldn't stay at a single spot, always on the move, roaming the whole place looking from one exit to another as if the wait was going to lessen that way. Others were calm and so very serene. Those who arrive...

I've been thinking a lot lately about how we all seem to have two aspects of our selves, both conflicting very much to one another. If one says something, the other likes to contradict with that. It may not seem so obvious when looked at on the surface, but sooner or later we have to give in to the idea of contradiction. If there's one thing for certain that's uncertainty. It's the very nature of human being to keep contradicting with oneself. We must have watched in television a character that imagines himself/herself as the devil and the angel at the same time, the devil trying to bring out the evil in you and the angel doing quite the opposite. It's not always the devil/angel though that keeps certainty at bay. Sometimes you feel as if you live two different lives. You are awed by the difference. Like I was, yesterday. I was walking the streets of Jamal and there seemed to be a commotion of sorts at the junction. There were people abound, may be a serious argu...