एक दिन बिक जायेगा
माटी के मोल
जग में रह जायेंगे प्यारे तेरे बोल
In the long run, everything is forgotten. what remains are your words.
It’s a strange thing, Life is. And mine, at least, is the strangest I have ever known.
You know that movie in which all strings are woven together in the end giving a cohesive story with all answer told? Well, mine is not that movie. Mine is the brainless sex comedy which, no matter how much you try, you will end up without a logic and reason to it. You just laugh.
Everyday something happens which makes me think and rethink all that has happened in my life. And the moment I start making sense of it, I realize that there is no point making sense of it. Because up there, there is a bigger joker 
sitting, laughing his head off at each and every action of yours.
Life has learnings they say. I don’t think so. Not in my world at least.
I make a mistake. I learn from it. Then when the next time a similar situation arises, I use the learning just to realize that I should have acted in a similar way as the last time to make it work. The learning backfires. I should NOT have learnt in the first place!
In my world, logic is the last thing you would expect.
People: Illogical.
Friends: Apart from few, all come in the people subset.
Acquaintances : Well, What do u expect?
Circumstances: Weirdly familiar but giving random results.
So what do I do? Do I run and hide and decide not to learn at all? Do I say enough is enough. Stop the world, and let me off?
Or do I keep playing the game of Poker that life is... Do I keep dealing hands after hands till I am down to that one last hand and hope to win it all.
Maybe the mistakes made from the learnings are showing a direction. Maybe there is a missing link. Maybe, there is a bigger picture where all is connected. Maybe this is just the beginning of the movie and not the climax.
Remember Calculus? I am living in a world of dy/dx waiting for the integration which would give me the value of ‘why’.
Lets hope it is soon.
Till then, Life and lemons go hand in Hand. Lets see how many lemonades I can drink, or sell as for that matter.
P.S: All my friends who are reading this, you all are in the ‘amongst few’ category. 
