Random Thoughts

Now, it has been a week since I scribbled my last blog. I really feel guilty each day I skip to blog. But even I fail to understand, what is it that makes my speed so slow that i couldn't find time to follow my passion. Blogging is like life, no matter if anybody even reads all the crap that I write as I hardly get any comments on this. Its like shouting on a deserted island, "hello!!!!!! Is anybody there?"

 But, whatever be the case, it still gives me a lot of pleasure to scribble down my thoughts. Its something which makes me feel so independent and proud.

The reason that I traced for being slow at times is that I think alot. I really have this habit of day dreaming and thinking about the past events. Every time when I am brushing my teeth in the morning, although I am hardly awake but my mind gets lost thinking about the previous day's events. Any happy incident that occurred would bring a smile on my face and anything unpleasant would make me depressed.

At any time, when I am alone, there would be millions of thoughts running through my mind and I guess its a proven scientific fact. But what makes a difference is how much attention do we pay to these thoughts which actually have an affect on our personality.

I am a soft spoken person and quite emotional. But I just hate getting senti. Its not a very strong personality trait and when someone tends to take an advantage of this so-called soft spoken and gentle nature, one feels betrayed and emotions together with those hurt feelings gives rise to aggression. That is the point when one tends to portray a hard and rude persona.

I had been experiencing somewhat similar feelings in the last few days but God seems to send someone just at the right moment when you need the most. The day before, I was in a mall walking away with these aggressive feelings running through me and almost deciding that the world doesn't deserves my softness and politeness when I heard someone calling from behind, "excuse me, excuse me". This was a young pretty lady dressed up in a pair of jeans and a smart top having neat and straightened hair. As i turned to her realizing she had been calling me and just guessing to myself that I must have dropped something while walking which she noticed. But to my surprise, she said, "Your attire is very nice.You're looking very pretty!! Where did you purchase it from?" For a moment I went into a shock, just unable to realize why is this pretty lady complimenting me when internally I am hurt the most and i thought, "Am I really looking so nice?". I gently answered her query then to which she again smiled and said, "You're looking very pretty." I said, "Thanks" still somewhat in a shock. I saw a reflection of mine in her.

For me, this was God's way of saying that no matter how people treat me, "I am special to someone" and if I portray to be rude I still wont be able to leave my roots which are made of sheer sweetness. A deep thanks to that pretty lady. I wish somehow she reads this.