This is my first post, I am trying out this blog to share my strange but wonderful, bizarre but happy life with everyone out there.
I have seen 28 winters so far. Although not very successful and happening, my life has been great a roller coaster ride so far and I am pretty sure I have lots of interesting things to share. I take life as an experience and an experiment. I constantly thrive for change and novelty. I havent met many people of my type and hope to meet them through my blog. If any one out there finds my posting interesting please do get in touch.
Watch out this space cause you gonna get a peep in my life and its gonna be a one heck of an experience.
“Truth is stranger than Fiction”. I strongly believe in these lines. I also have done some value addition to it. Truth not only is stranger but can also be far more scary and bewildering than fiction. Whosoever said these words must have been a person as bewildered and confused as I am trying to handle truth.
What is ‘truth’? Its something that’s there, has occurred or is occurring right at this moment. I was born is a truth, the earth is revolving is also a truth. Something that’s bound to occur – truth. For eg. Sun shall rise tomorrow, or the water in the ocean shall still be there tomorrow. Truth is sometimes known to us. Things we know as a matter of fact or matter of our senses. Rose smells sweet is a truth. Sky is blue is a truth. It can be a combination of things we know and we don’t. JFK died. He was murdered, a truth who killed him? We don’t know. But someone did kill him that’s the truth even though we would never know who.
Coming to ‘Fiction’. Fiction is something that we imagine. Free from all inhibitions. There is no limit to how much one can tread into the world of imagination. I am free to imagine that I was born with wings but my parents thought it wouldn’t be a good idea to have such a charming daughter with wings so they snapped them. I can also imagine that one fine day I shall wake up and find that I am in a room with walls made of roses roof made of silvery grey clouds and floor made of turquoise water. Strange it is.
Fiction can be strange, but how strange?
I can throw a challenge to one and all. I’ll give all of you a situation, certain facts from my life, and will ask you to make your imagination run as wild as you possibly can and predict what happened next. We’ll see how strangely can you think. Then in the end I will tell you the truth, my truth from my life. Truth that I can bet will defy all fiction. Truth that you haven’t read in books, or read in mythologies and legends, truth that no poet wrote about or no painter painted.
Welcome to ‘This Is My Truth’