Path of life

The uncut version of life's aesthetics through my lens and words 

Life is a journey and a beautiful one indeed. People walk into your life to decorate this path of life. Some walk out, but the path continuous. With all its twists and turns beautifying the path. Have we ever looked at the hurdles as a beautification? I am sure most of us haven’t. It is a thought worth a mention, would this road have looked so aesthetic without its curves and bends? In my opinion the answer is no. That is exactly the essence of life; every mistake, every hurdle and every difficulty has a second side, it artistically decorates our life in a way which is often unknown to us.

I walked through a lot of stories. Met a lot of people. Walking on this path of life reminds me of a girl, a friend, a ‘beautiful’ person who celebrates her birthday today. The reason I choose to describe her away from the conventional beautiful people series is because we’ve walked so many ‘paths’ together which have had their shares of twist and turns. Some intentionally, some unintentionally. Every budding friendship starts from being strangers, so what is so special about this one? Having being partners in marketing crime for a crime I didn’t want to commit to a crime she so strongly felt about to this day of being the ‘only’ one left on the Mumbai journey. She has been a testimony to loving what I hate and hating what I love. Like Watson in Sherlock she is the partner to the madness and probably the sole one who testifies the madness to be beneficial for saving the world. My Watson in reality with the killer looks of “Did you just do/say that?” (Imagine a zillion question marks), she is probably the most underappreciated friend. The ‘nth’ common ‘legacies’ we wish to carry on; whether it was the ‘BB’s bacchas’, ‘magi-k’, ‘SANS’, dealing with ‘cheesiness’ or ‘D plans’ it all boils down to you being the one for me and me being the one for you, isn’t it? (Okay, delete that from your head, I know you hate drama). My Mumbai partner, I’d probably fail at describing how I would feel if you move to another city/country. I am not mainstream, people often give credit to those who get their insane sides out, but I give you credit for bringing some sanity to the insanity of Sanskriti.

This one is to your goal in life of trying to get me scared once before a paper and my goal of making you cry once for someone/something. (Mind you, I think we both are failing at achieving these). What counts irrespective of whether we fail or succeed at these goals or the actual life goals, what does not change is the people involved on this path of life.

Until you leave your accent and talk fluently in hindi, I have your back and you have mine.

Happy Birthday, Angreezan J Have a great one.