Showing posts with label Good Times. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Good Times. Show all posts

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I imagine a day where I, unshackled, walk up to the intercom and press the numbers to Alaska. I'm instantly transported to a memory that I know I cherish. Roller-coastering to Bank, walks to see the bow of a landlocked ship, seeing the majestic laser into the night sky and just existing. Even something as mundane as getting a tv cabinet or buying a carpet can be unforgettable. You know?

At the wharfy junction, you have a choice. You take the train going the direction you want. Maybe life doesn't have to be a single shade of your choosing. Sometime life chooses for you. And sometimes, it's a rainbow. Alas, we don't always have all the time we want.





©2025 Aman Gupta

Left Unsaid

As my dear readers will recall and people close to me can testify, I'm content with things left unsaid. The feeling of never ending captured my heart and I took to it as inspiration to go on. This is probably the reason why there is not a single post here which gives an accurate insight into my mind.

So anyway, this is a very personal post and maybe not of interest to you but if you feel like reading, well, I can't really jump out of your screen and stop you from doing it.

Most people find it odd if not altogether disturbing that I don't like speaking to people about what goes in my head, how I feel about them or even how the morning coffee at the local coffee place was high on caffeine. Such important things when left unsaid may ultimately lead to people thinking that I don't really care or I don't value them or worse, that I'm a caffeine addict. (which incidentally, I am)

Ah well, I guess you can probably tell where I'm heading with this. 2015 was supposed to be my last year void of workplace tensions. Last year with friends, which I had thought of making the best of, back in 2011. Yes, 2015 was the planned year of me passing college education to step in the world of people hustling and making a living.
But the most predictable thing about life is its unpredictability.

I won't be passing college in 2015, I won't be passing from my college at all actually now that I think about it. Things like this become trivial as time passes but I guess, for now and for me, it is a bigger deal than I had thought - solely in the way it has impacted my view of world.

Well, simply put, an average human meets ~80,000 persons in his not so average lifetime of ~30,000 days. That works out to roughly 2.67 people met per day of life lived.  How, if I may ask, are we supposed remember them all?

The answer is, we don't.

We don't need to remember all those 80,000. Just a little cozy number of 100 works great for most. Something every little neocortex can handle.

Well, think of it this way, if you had 100 tickets for this years Google I/O to give away, you'd want to give those to people who you'd actually want to talk to about the latest memory optimization in chromium. (No, you're not coming. Maybe next time.)








What I'm really trying to say is, sometimes, there are people whom we may have never met before but we can still relate to them, and not just because of the shared food and drinks over some cake and.... mmm... cake...










... and then there are people who you've probably known for the most part of your adolescence. Spunky, quirky, spontaneous, brilliant...












... people you can be non-adult around. I mean, not everything has to serious. Right?











... it would be a shame if it was though. We'd missing on so much of fun and laughter and adventure and most importantly, good coffee...













... and er, some other things...













... but even more importantly, more cake over some more shared stuff...











... and some over not shared stuff too I guess...















... Not to forget how some certain emotions are very contagious, spreading across everyone present...
















... and very quickly too. But don't just take my word for it..
















... go out and see for yourself.












So you see, it isn't that great or anything. Just some people meeting some more people along the journey of life. It isn't that complex, or easy, for that matter. You really gotta hold your own, or there's no telling....



... where you might get swept off to.



Always remember,  The End Is the Beginning Is the End.










... not everything needs telling. But I guess some do deserve to be told. Nothing left unsaid I guess.

©2015 Aman Gupta.


Wait, It gets better

I don't suppose the coffee has anything to do with the events I'm not going to not describe for you here. These events may or may not have happened in reality and you are at liberty to form your own narrow opinions.

I suppose the sun was down and it was getting a bit nippy - even with warm fire we were all sitting in front of. Now that I think about it, it might have been the snowfall combined with the unholy winds in those parts which was making us all shiver out uninteresting random stories.
As we were all looking at the dwindling excuse of a fire while shaking violently, I couldn't help but notice the lack of plot this story of mine would have if I were to write it down for my mediocre audience. So I gave a nod to everyone, which no one noticed, and went back to my room, which again, no one noticed - pondering about what the actual hell am I doing here with my life - for exactly 3 seconds. The room was just 10 ft away from the fire. But once I got in the room, I welcomed the uncool air and unwarmed blankets, a refreshing change from the shared room I had to share yesterday. I took off my messy boots and threw them around the room as if I wouldn't need them the first thing in the morning for the trek - which coincidentally, was the exact thing I had to do first thing in the morning. Took off my soaked socks and went into the cocoon that was my bed with multiple layers of warm blankets over it.
I perhaps dozed off because the next thing I remember now was me lying over the freezing floor with my right leg still stuck in the blanket - which was odd because I slept on the right hand side of the bed. With the sleep gone and my left side of body paralyzed from cold, I figured the best way to spend time till morning was to continue wasting time on thinking about how to waste time. Most of the thoughts centered around what was climbing down my back - until it turned out to be a spider. After that the night was slow and my thoughts wandered from music to tablecloth to having a bowl of hot stew. After having my imaginary yet vividly detailed bowl of stew, I went back to thinking about the question of life and everything. The answer was 28.
That was as good as answer as any. What really got me thinking was why are we really here, our purpose in the grand scheme of things and whether I will have eggs for breakfast. The answer to at least one of the questions was a yes. I once read a very dramatic quote on a message board written with a bad typographic font about the purpose of life.

"To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, draw closer, to find each other, and to feel. That is the purpose of life."

It all sounded ridiculous at first, but believe me, as the night got longer and quite all I could think about was how have I lived my life up till this point and if I would have butter on my toast at the breakfast. (I was really hungry)

I don't think I've really lived life the best way possible, the instruction manual was really outdated and should really have served as just mere guidelines. And while I'm not going jumping off the next cliff I climb with my bear feet in the Himalayan range and I'm definitely not going diving in pacific without proper breathing apparatus on a soviet era fishing/navy steamer - I'm still going to spend more time out than time in. And I started by making my way to the kitchen, asking for leftover dessert.

It was bit nippy though, I took my blanket along.

©2014 Aman Gupta

Love......yes,love,,,,,,

I look at the Darkning Sky, Waiting for the Sunrise tomorrow. (that is you)
In Path of Darkness, I chase the beam of light. (that is you)
In times of difficulty, I remember good times. (that is you)
In pain, I remember my inner strength. (that is you)
I felt sad, I remind myself of happiness. (that is you)
I was alone, I wanted someone to share myself with. (that is you)
I was dying, I needed one last look of her. (that is you)
It was very cold, I felt warmness. (that is you)
I was nervous, I heard someone joke. (that is you)
It was raining hard, all I needed was the special someone. (that is you)

(C)Aman Gupta 2009