Writing is a form of happiness

I never knew that life can be this challenging and uncertain. There is so much planning to do every morning and I can not stop my planning even for a single minute. The irony of all this planning is the fact that I can not plan for the uncertainty behind the veil of time.
Day to day life has been very very stressful for me in the last couple of months. Today is my first day of my 10 days vacation and I could not relax because it is a strange feeling to even try and relax.

Little did I know that writing a blog even from a mobile in the middle of the night covering my head under the blanket can relax me immediately. It is making me happy and peaceful. I sometimes write my heart; sometimes my mind.

Someone drove me home from a garage and he asked me today what I want to do if I were not doing the job that I am doing now. I immediately said I want to be a writer. How of this utterance is true I don't know. I don't want to write to earn money, I don't want to write to become famous, I just want to write for the sheer joy of  writing. There are millions of good souls out there who have the passion for writing. I doubt my passion because I positively hate being passionate about anything in life because I have the fear of falling for it. I do make drastic decisions to stay away from things I love for the same fear.
If I conquered my fear I will go to the top,  but I respect my fear which helps me to keep the balance right.

Beemer Beemer Beemer...My joy!

I have quite forgotten that I used to blog. My last post was in September 2014. Lot of things have happened since then. Some things I could share in a public blog like this and some to be stored for ever frozen in the thoughts of the mind.
Where do I start? Let me start with my Christmas day.I boarded my plane to my home town on Xmas eve and was in the Middleeast on a transit journey. Oil rich countries and their currencies; I am afraid I don't want to spend anything. I spent nearly four days in my home town. The weather was not all that great, with wet ness and smog surrounding me like an unwanted armour.
I bought books by Paul Brunton and was trying to read them on my way back. I have to admit that I did not understand much. I had the company of a philosopher on Whataspp and my transit was not a burden.
I have been busy since my return from my trip with my PG application, loads of work, work , work and hardly any relaxation.
On 6th of March, 2015, I crashed my joy of living aka BMW into a Mercedes for no fault of mine and lost my beemer. I could not emotionally react until 15 days later when I bought another one that I cried my heart out and realised how I was attached to my old car. No other car can replace my SG07 AUF. My new Beemer is a lot efficient, powerful, sporty etc, etc...but I really really miss my old car. I don't get the same feel. I have to get used to it. I did not know how I got an attachment to such an inanimate object like  a car. I have to say it was not just a car, it is a feel good factor.
Anyway, now that everything is settled it is time for me to rest my mind and enjoy my Easter Break in Barcelona!!
Barcelona here I come and hopefully my flight journey will be a safe one with no pilots attempting to commit suicide.