May 03, 2010

the notebook called life

Life is a notebook handed over to us the day we are born..
we are allowed to record our moments..
we are allowed to turn the pages as fast or as slow as we want to..
we are allowed to pour out our heart on the empty white sheets.
we are allowed to sketch our dreams in all their myriad colours.

sometimes, it also permits us to staple together those pages we do not ever want to read again...
but human as we are, we tend to go back at allows even that-we can carefully remove the staples to have a quick peep once in a while..this does include the risk of tearing the edges a little, but if we are careful enough, we can prevent the damage.
afterall that is how we introspect don't we---by removing the staples??!!

life is a notebook and what we write in it is for us to decide...
but one thing is pre-decided---we arnt allowed to write in pencil..because words in pencil fade away..scribbles in pencil can be rubbed off when wanted.
but life--it only allows us to write in dark ink.
we can never really wipe off what we have once written.nor can we expect it to fade..
yes, we can ignore it if we want but its right there..its almost always a 'you can run but u cant hide' scenario!
ripping off pages is also futile because eventually that will only end up loosening the binding which will cause all the pages to scatter.

life is a notebook and our job is to make notes along the way...
notes which will guide us in writing the subsequent pages..
words which will bring back memories as we flip the pages open...
some chapters we manage to close yet not complete..
some scribbles which are too incomprehensible for anyone to read..
some poetry which the eye is not able to understand yet the heart is able to recite..
some experiences which we wouldn't trade for even a thousand brand new books...
yes there would be moments of hurt, pain, let down expectations, unfulfilled dreams, pent up hatred, which definitely would bring a tear to the eye.
but as we turn the pages we would realise, how those experiences made us we emerged a winner against we welcomed happiness even after we thought we never could..and most importantly how we learnt to dream all over again.
and afterall what is life without a few challenges and what is success without a few failures? of what use is a notebook if we werent allowed to write in it?? the sheer magic of life is in its does not allow u to have any clue today, what tomorrows page would be like---tear stained, joy filled, stapled, enthusiastic or blank!!

life is a note book, one which is very private and which only the owner is supposed to read and write into..but as we fill in the pages with details of our mundane life, we sometimes come across that special someone who we can trust enough to hand over the book..someone who we know will treasure it more than we do...someone we can put our whole life at stake for..someone who teaches us the true meaning of love and trust..and that is the time we start writing through someone else's words..
we dream through someone else's dreams...
we see through someone else's eyes...
we live another life in addition to our own...
that is when we stop writing and that thing called 'love' takes over filling in all the details by itself.

life is a notebook--one which will destroy itself when it comes to the last page.
but the pages written by love will still remain, flying free knowing no bounds, speaking of the bond that is immortal thus bringing about a strange sorta satisfaction...
a satisfaction that we made it even through the end!!..


Dr. Chandana Shekar said...

had u written this earlier too? i kinda remember readin it

Pri said...

@ dr chandana
u cant imagine how happy tht comment just made me...yes i had posted this earlier on my blog and then for some reason removed it from there after a while
fished it out from drafts today and felt the need to repost it.

thanks for making me feel proud of having written something that was worth remembering by someone..u got me all smiling! :)


rahul said...

i was waiting 2 read sum mention about the BIG DAY :-)

Dr. Chandana Shekar said...

glad it made u feel good :) i kinda read ur blog on and off. n this is indeed a good write that i remembered it. so u deserve all the appreciation. good writing..keep it up :)

RamNarayanS said...

It was like the rhythmic clacking from a railway track and thoughts popping at regular intervals. :)

Gee, you are verbose in some posts and ultra concise in some. Maybe, depends on your mood, I suppose. :-)

Deepak said...

very rightly said, life is actually a notebook.

and btw, my blog, The Last Page of My Diary awaits ur visit. wat hapnd no visits :-)

Arv said...

an interesting perspective indeed :)

take care mate... cheers...

Phoenix said...

Somehow everyone seems to be in the mood to compare life to books and notebooks today.

Well written though :)

Lucifer said...

i normally dont read long posts but this one was special...

i loved d analogy u used n how u put across almost every aspect thru it...

esp the pencil one

aditi said...

I also remember reading this earlier...its one of my fav posts...very insightful and true

Pri said...

@ rahul
FYI and much to your dissapointment i have managed to successfully stretch that deadline too

and whatever happened to good ol fashioned commenting on my posts??

@ dr chandana shekhar does mean a lot :)

@ ramMmm quite extreme like that.
i usually talk a lot or dont speak at all :D

@ deepak
was going through a bit of a 'phase'...
will visit soon :)

Pri said...

@ arv
thanks :)

@ phoenix
really? thts nice to know.
this was a repost though from ages u can say i got there first ;)

@ mayz

@ aditi
im really flattered.its really nice when something u write manages to make a lasting impression :)


MangoMan said...

weirdly beautiful!