Life's outrageously funny.
I'm just back from a short trip down to Hampi with a few of my office mates. It was a good trip, but all I remember from it is drinking, posing for snaps and the unbearable heat. But what I'm most glad about is what I learnt about people during my 2 day stint out there. Not all of us lead a perfect life, and I was proved right.
Everybody is fighting a battle.
Some with others, some with life and some like me, with themselves. As I lay awake on the top berth of the train a million thoughts flooded my mind. People are different. And each one of them is fighting something in their own way. I found out how a casanova can sometimes be a loner, how an outspoken man can be so shallow inside, how a woman can crave for male attention to satiate her growing age and inferiority complex, how an overtly committed man can be so perverted, how a misanthrope is secretly looking for love in all the wrong places, how a relationship can go from friendship to anonymous, how a woman is thinking of excuses to break his heart, how a guy is hoping for his friend to love him, how a mother is looking at her child and then at her out of shape body, how a guy is desperately trying to make himself believe that he does not love the girl he loved for years anymore, how a young woman refuses to acknowledge the fact that she still is love with the past and how a girl is trying to fight herself to avoid looking back.
Everyone is trying to go back and undo some parts of their life. Everyone wants to burn down some pages of their tale. Everyone wishes that some things had never happened. Everyone cries.
Yes, everyone is fighting a hard battle inside.