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Two roads diverged...

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both.... Then took the other, as just as fair... Oh, I kept the first for another day! I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. --Robert Frost We had this poem for our degree English syllabus and I don't remember how many times I have read it, enjoyed it and pondered over its kaleidoscopic nuances. When I was young, like all I too used to wonder where the road takes me. I would wonder about the stones, thorns and flowers strewn on my path; the shelters I would get; my fellow travellers and how they would treat me. I used to wonder who would lift me up when I slip, who I would meet round the bend, who would push me further down the crevice. I had no hope that the road would be smooth; but knew I would not be afraid of the weeds along the way. I was not hesitant to meet fellow travellers; in fact there was a mild curiosity as to who would be drawn to me -- to be my friend, soul mate 

Roller-coaster of happiness

On most days I thought nothing ever happens in my life, that it is dull and stagnant. Now, since three months, it seems life is moving too fast. I feel I am on a roller-coaster which is throwing me to its sides; hope I won't fall off. And I am happy after a long time. They say no reason is needed for happiness, but you need a reason. There is a difference between being calm-happy enjoying a good breeze and exhilarating-happy for a reason. And I am experiencing the second one, which I hope lasts longer than a good breeze. It leaves you dazed, smiling at everyone. It makes you uncaring for criticism and tolerate even the meanest person. Wish there were more such days in everybody's life.

Surrender

When we surrender ourselves fully to something or somebody, be it god, human or a cause, it becomes quite difficult to tear ourselves from it. It is like a baby tearing itself from the womb of its mother, resulting in rupturing and bleeding of the womb wall. But does that surrender also make us blind to the outside world? Does the process of pulling ourselves away give birth to a new vision, life?