Of life, love and hope..

The holy trinity that bathes an average soul. I had written the first sentence of this piece some three months back when things were far far different from what they are today. Far worse so to speak. I lived a confused life, bordering on implosion, living every minute as I had never wanted it to. And today as I look back on those moments spent silently in the darkness of the dark night, reflecting deep within and contemplating the consequences that my actions bore on myself and the much loved near and dear, I find how profound these three things that we call love, life and hope seemingly appear, and how intricately stringed they are to one another.

Tim Robbins says with so much conviction in the movie "Shawshank Redemption", 'Hope is a good thing. In fact the best of things'. Andy Dufresne was prisoned and chained to a destiny he'd obviously not foreseen and the pain attached with the sudden turn of events is easily understandable. It was a movie that made me moist-eyed toward the end, not because it led a man through so many tribulations and anxieties, but owing to the manner in which a man with such hopelessness to put up with finds hope the best way out of his misery. And he found out.

It led me to ask myself a multitude of questions: Do I trust my own levels of hope? Am I hoping for too much? Will there come a period when the things I hope for border on insanity? And then I started hoping. There couldn't be one thing tougher than sit on the fence, and wait and hope for the best. You watch the shit in front of your eyes, you watch your loved ones getting deeper and deeper in it by the day, and you still hope that one fine morning things will look up. Hope, from the outside looks like a poor excuse for helplessness, laziness, escapism and whatnot. Sure it does, but with hope comes the added bonus of a positive reflection. The belief that one day, when we least expect it, our hope becomes a reality and the dawn of a new beginning thus beckons.

And then there is love. And the wows that woo us toward it. How do we define love? Who defines love? Is he/she right? And the eternally enigmatic pose: Am I in love? How we all wish we knew. Now, am I? Am I not? Hope answers these questions IMHO. You wait, wait, get older as you wait, hoping for what can turn out to be. The if-onlys and the has-beens never enter the realms of hope or love. Love gives you hope, but are we wise to hope for love? For the sadness attached with love is inescapable. With all its vagaries on show, at one moment we might kiss the stratosphere when in love, and at another inopportune instant we wish we hadn't made the 'mistake'. Now, was it really a mistake? The answers to all this lie within us. In my personal trials the one thing I have realized with certainty is that the best responder to one's queries is oneself. Come to think of it, who knows yourself better that you do? When in doubt about love-and by love I mean anything that makes me feel I'm being loved mind you and not the one person I 'might' love- I listen to this truly amazing song..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2d2llB4oIQ

Life is the all encompassing entity that, quite contrary to our established beliefs of its apparent superiority to all our emotions, thrives on hope and love. We want and hope to be loved all our life, and we wish we have a life we would love. We sometimes need to wait all our lives for the love we hope for, wish for, yearn for. Some other times, we get it instantly. But in all these cases there runs a common thread between life, love and hope, giving suitable leverage to timescales which may vary from person to person. As the thread is stretched beyond a point towards one emotion alone, we fall off the hook. Like a tight-rope walker we walk, every instant of life a challenge in itself. But the fruits that life blesses upon oneself is worth the wait, worth the pain and above all, worth every ray of hope we cling to. One life to love, hope for what you want, you will love what you get..

PS: Questions can be raised, I'm human and hope and love everyday, after all.

Self-Description and the like..

You cant find a better place to go ga-ga about yourself than that tiny piece of cyberspace you just acquired. And most certainly than not, until word spreads around that Monsiuer Arvindh Ramachandran has come out with a killer blog( it really has to kill you see), it will be only you who ends up reading the same things about you, again and again.

Well yes, almost eternally living in the hope that someday, when you log in, a benevolent soul would've left that first comment. And it doesn't matter really if it is a jibe at you, as long as the comment is there. In bold, and for everyone to see.

And so here goes my unabashed self-description, for you to dissect, analyze and decipher( That's the word with me really, decipher):

Arvindh Ramachandran:

>>Is a humble soul, he lives in the future with sugary dreams of a happy-lil family. That is all he wishes for, surprisingly.

>>Loves his football, loves LiverpoolFC for everything it's done to structure his life the way he's wanted it.

>>Is a vegan, anything that walks, flies, runs or lays... Shooo!

>>Has a special liking for public transport, esp the foot-board of a bus.

>>Spends endless minutes sitting at the railway platform looking far and lost into the tracks.

>>Has an absolute magnetic knack of making the most darling of friends, and has not made an enemy in life to date.

>>Is in love with everything around him that makes him realize how special and absolutely blessed he is. Yes, he is in love.

>>Oh, how could I forget this: I'm 19, finishing my 2nd year of Wasted-Engineering, and aspiring to do a foreign MBA.

Rant-Over. Have a nice day. :)