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I feel stupid but it's something that comes and goes
I've been changin' - think it's funny how now one knows
We don't talk about - the little things that we do without
When that whole mad season comes around.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Chapter Two: A Tribute to the Lonely Hearted

It’s amazing how life can be so wonderful especially when you have that special someone to stand by your side, to comfort you, to love and to hold, always a step behind you in everything you do. These are the heart touching moments that lighten and fill the chapters of your juvenile life. But life is not always a bed of roses; it also has its ups and downs. Being apart of the youth life, there are times when we fall apart and we literally break down, we cry, we grief, we often give up too soon. We search for a shoulder to lean on; of course we are too old to turn to our parents yet too young to turn to our life partners since most of us are yet to be married. Then is the time when we really need an extra caring heart, the perfect lover as most of us fantasize about.

Juvenile life is all about temporariness, nothing is constant. We move on and on, life goes on as we skip around from strangers to mates, mates to friends, friends to lovers and so on. As our story goes on, we are introduced to the different phase of life. The earth binds the past as it rotates and time dispatches to us the future as it pace forward. One moment we have everything within our grip and the next all is at lost. How many times have we come across the perfect one? How often have we detected the uniqueness in the chosen one? Which in reality, never last and is just a vapor among the clouds. We always say, ‘this one's is for real’ but nevertheless ends up in fear and resentment. Almost every relationship starts with full zeal and zest but gradually flushes down the drain. And when that happens, we felt as if the whole world has shut down and the only evidence of liveliness in us is the beat of our hearts. This is when my tribute speaks out for all the lonely hearted, just when your dreams are shattered and all else seem too little, know that there is someone who knows exactly what you want, what you desire, someone who knows your weaknesses and your strengths- no one suits the post better than Yourself.

When you’re sitting all alone in your room, stranded far away to a dream world, you dreamt of someone who could safe you from your loneliness, but let me interrupt you out here, you don’t need someone else - You have yourself! Sometimes the substitution to the void in your heart has to be yourself. The loneliness in you, whatever the cause, is something that you-yourself has created, do not be enslaved by your own creation. If you cannot conquer yourself, how do you expect to conquer your loneliness? I understand for I had also been a victim of a similar situation that sometimes when we stumble upon oceans of trouble, we often panic and we are being hypnotized with fear and anger. But how wise it is, even under such circumstances, to listen to our inner voice saying, “I need ME to make myself ALIVE”. Yes! We need us to make ourselves alive. What could possibly be worse than an unanswered love confirmed by a marriage? Even then I was able to escape from the clutches of depression and force myself to win back my self-esteem. The only person who revived the passion of my heart, renewed the cheerfulness within my soul and attached a smile to my face was none other than me. I’m not trying to emphasize here that I can stand alone without anyone’s help, my point is, why turning for someone else while the invincibility is already inside of us. It just takes a little effort to search for our inner-self which will outshine the black hole inside of us. Moreover, only the willing, the strong and the brave will be able to seek the invincible powers in-stored within our hearts.

Thus let this be my tribute to all the lonely hearted out there that ‘we’ can help ourselves complete. I know this chit could ignite a huge debate among the gossips, but kindly note that this is not to oppose the theory of the lovebirds but a simple quoting out of a possible measure which could be of great use in times of crisis especially by the lonely hearted.


(This article was published in 2007, Aizawl College Annual Magazine. It won the title of 'Best Article' along with Certificate and a Few Cash :)

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Chapter One: A New Beginning

Hello Dear Reader^^^, i've started blogging as late as on Thursday, June 24, 2010. My first blog being titled "jestomaniac" has been made for me to post my poems, few of what i have written. Well, as time goes by, i decided i need someother place to work my thoughts on, other than my poetry.

Today is the 26th October 2010, Tuesday. I’ve been sleeping the whole forenoon. Hardly eaten thinking im might as well sleep the whole afternoon with Baby Peka^^ I’ve just had my dinner and now im sitting infront of my PC trying to post the very first for my newly created blog. I really don’t know how to start, what to write or stuff like that, anyway I want this blog to be my new best friend…. Lately I’ve been struggling a lot in life, I feel I needed a companion, an outlet to filter my thoughts, and thus the purpose of this blog.

This past week I’ve been brooding upon the name of the blog I’ll come up with, and now “klapaucius” suits just fine. The significance of the name will pop up eventually afterwards so I’ll skip that. In the meantime, Dear Reader^^^ what I really want of this blog is to be my guide, my friend and my trustee, for you to be part of it or not is totally yours to decide.

Right now im tuning to a song, which I usually does in the evening, “I’m Yours” by The Script… a really smooth flowing song, sweet and tender^^^

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours

It’s unfortunate that I don’t have anyone to sing this song dearly to, anyway it doesn’t stop me from falling in love with the song. On second thought, I dedicate this song to my newly created blog “klapaucius”, to you Dear klapaucius….. through happy and sad days to come….

And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I'm yours