And He Shrugged....

I recently read one of the best blogs ever written. In front of it, I feel mine is stupid and seems to be present with an intention of showing off more than writing a blog. This blog belonged... mind the past tense... to one of the most unique, different people i know. Actually i can't say i knew him because i never really got a chance to meet him. Aseem Bhai. That's who he was. Past tense. He was "is" till 26th december. That was before an act of bravery drowned him. Literally. All it was was a time of relaxation and fun. A short vacation with friends. Friends. That's what killed him. But you can't blame them. You can't blame anyone. You don't have to blame anyone. But isn't it so much easier to do so? "Yes, this is all God's doing", and there. So easily said and done. A load offf your shoulder. Another load on his. So easy to blame everything on the so-called higher being, so-called God. Someone or something that might, or might not, exist. You know this, yet you don't care.
Anyway, back to Aseem Bhai. I never knew him personally and hearing about his death did nothing to me. I was shocked, but that summed up all my emotions. People cried around me, and I went on normally. Then i turned on my PC, and there was a Word document titled "AseemBhai." Curiousity naturally got the better of me, thus leading me to open it. I began my journey into a different world. The world of a unique person, a different person. A person who knew it, and instead of being scared about it, appreciated it, as rightly should be done. I reached around the twentieth post, and everything went blurry. The tears filled up my eyes. It was regret and sadness, that a person such as him should die. There are few poeple like him in the world. The excitement at the beginning of the blog, now replaced with indignance. It was all now dead. His words lvied on, but only the old ones now. No new utterances, no new observations. And i sighed. Why is everything os unfair? If there exists this God, why do al the great people.... Mozart, Da Vinci, Lennon, Morrison, Monroe, Kennedy, Lincoln, Kurt Cobain, AseemBhai(yes he belongs here), why are they the ones to die early? Why not the mediocres, the undeservers, who waste away their lives, all in misery and pity. Who produce nothing, create nothing, accomplish nothing, and are proud to be so. He shrugged. He shrugs. That's the thing. He makes them shrug.
This is what he discovered.... and what he knew.....

Life is not a dress rehersal.
If you do not have self esteem, noone will give it to you.
We hear what we want to hear and not what is being said.We view everyone not they way they are but the way we are.
It isn't never, it's just long periods of not yet.
The only limitations a person has are the ones self imposed.
The hope of anybody's entire future lies in three words ...I CAN DO

Yes this is him. He wrote these words. And even if he did not, he recognised the great truths int hem.
I'm not trying to convince you that he was a great guy. Nor am i trying to convince you about the unfairness of life. All I'm here to do is write. And writing I am.
This is him....

I am Aseem
I Live in Chandigarh (Mohali to be exact - same difference).
I am 20 years young
I'm a Cancerian
I'm a non vegetarian
I Write songs
I maintain a secret diary
I dont believe in the term "best friend". How do ppl manage to choose amongst their friends?
I love myself
I really do
I've never been in love
I've been proposed by both genders multiple times
I've never proposed to anyone (atleast until now!)
I'm single ( this might change though)
I hope to kiss a girl someday, I really do.
I can moonwalk (my only worthwhile achievement so far!!!)
I dont hack anything anymore.
I can eat a lot
I'm listening to Yesterday - The Beatles
I hate cheaptalkI
can easily devour 16 chappatis in one sitting. (I've gone upto 28).
I've been bitten by a snake (Cool!)
I've had fever measuring 107.5 degrees(approx)
I've tasted Merury
I've tasted hydrochloric acid
I've tasted almost all conceivable types of hard drinks. (I dont drink though).
I've played a socer match with 105 degrees as my body temperature.
I've seen my body turn blue in colour.
I lve rain
I love observing people
I rarely share these observations though
I'm weird
I'm at my creative best when nobody's watching
I live in my own private paradise
My life has been 85% failures and 15 % successes and I owe everything I am to that 85%.
I am perfect the way I am. Everybody is. Nobody realises it.
I can be a pessimist at times but it's one of the surest ways to improve yourself
I love computer related stuff
I love wasting time.
I rarely get bored.I enjoy being alone.
Itake time to make friends.
Inderpreet Kaur is the only female friend I've ever had.
Don't expect me to name my male friends now.
I've never had a friendship gone sour.
I like females who smell nice
I hate males who smell
I'm one of the best in the world when it comes to not letting my feelings surface.
I can be extremely shy at times.
I can be extremely forthcoming at times.
I love inspiration.
Nobody really knows who I am
That excludes me.
I love pleasant surprises.
I hate pseudomacho males. (believe me they are numerous).
I'm not goody 2 shoes
I believe men must conduct themselves properly (atleast) in front of females.
I believe fashion is the most ridiculous creation of the human mind
I believe 'right' and 'wrong' depend on your perception.
I believe I've written enough for one night.

That's him for you.
He's one fo the few people who understands some things i know and i appreciate and does the same. Silence. The beauty, the sound of silence. Have you ever appreciated it? I have. And he had. He was one of the few.

Monday, February 27, 2006
The Sound of Silence
Silence is undoubtedly one of the most potent tools known to mankind. Pity, then, that most of us choose to run away from it. Why is silence so uncomfortable to almost all of us? Why is it percieved as a sign of some sort of disturbance?Today was an unusually 'quiet' day for me spent mostly engaging myself on thoughts on various subjects. During the duration of these thoughts, whih consumed the better part of the day, I was asked by atleast six people questions to the effect of Aseem, tu itna chup kyun hai? Koi problem hai? Itna dukhi kyun hai?I would have loved to reply back but what would I have said? Only someone who has had this experience first hand can have an idea of the power that silence holds. It is one of the greatest teachers I have ever had. Something that has never failed me. That I can seek respite in whenever required.Nobody understands that. Maybe because nobody can fathom that.I know this may sound weird to most, or maybe even all, of you but that's me for you. Weird. And you know what? I wouldn't have it any other way.GoodnightA.G

Now I would love to delve into my thoguhts, meet silence my old friend. Listen to the Sound of Silence-Simon and Garfunkel.
And here we depart and go our own ways.