Life turns and swirls around to accomplish sense.

Time: 7.00 am or little more.
Place: bathroom, standing naked thinking how long will it take to heat a bucket full of water
Designation: I think you don't need to know this to qualify to read this post.

Socrates was not my ancestor nor was Karl Marx a distant relative to me and that way even the modern day philosopher Robin Sharma wouldn't have heard of my name but still all these negative factors cant thwart my own philosophies and my own thoughts on my own blog. These words are purely mine. Now the phrase “these words” reminds me of Natasha Beddingfield's song "these words”. What?? You don’t know Natasha Beddingfield, arey sister of Daniel Beddingfield yar, the singer who used to record songs in his bedroom sitting in an underwear, What?? You don’t know Daniel Beddingfield, chal chadd aab apne dimag ke cells pe zyada zor math dal or google karle, and try downloading "these words" by Natasha Beddingfield, its a wonderful song.

Ranbeer is just like any other 25 yr old guy .He walks into a hotel and finds Zayad khan on [V] channel flaunting around with his bulging biceps, a girl sitting behind him on his new jazzy bike singing “Junoon Junoon Junoon”, though he does not identify with a singer who squeaks out a few Hindi words from his nose and appears wearing a different colored cap every time on a video alongside with the hero, he still does identify with his manhood, he identifies with the "Coolness' that Zayad khan imposes on the screens and he does think that girls do get attracted to bulging biceps. His thoughts revolve around a limited circle of his materialistic life. He is an intelligent man and has secured a fine job in a reputed company. He earns enough and wants to use all his opportunities to invest in the booming Indian economy. He dreams of a buying a car and actually making his dream of having long drives with special ones and loved ones true. He plans to go abroad on an exotic holiday when he has surplus to spend. He likes to party in his bachelorhood and thinks of an extremely satisfactory married life. Today he sports a French beard and is feeling good that every other girl in his work place is turning twice and unintentionally glancing at him

One fine day he is been told that he is actually suffering from a chronic life threatening disease and that his life is not secured in future. He is shaken and suddenly a feeling of regret creeps in .He walks back home dejectedly and finds the TV playing “Junoon Junoon Junoon”, Zayad Kahn as usual flirting with the heroine .The heroine thinks he is the strongest man on earth and his jazzy bike is the priced possession or may be stands as an insurance guarantee for him .The only thing different is Ranbeer no more identifies with it .He feels empty, he feels useless, he feels rejected and yes he feels heart broken and crest fallen. He eats as if he is unaware of what is happening around. He gets on the net and unknowingly logs into his demat account. His portfolio, gleams at him with green figures strewn all over his computer screen indicating that his stock holdings have been gaining on the stock market indices but he does not hold the same zeal or enthusiasm in it like before. What will he gain investing so much; the car that he dreamt of buying does not hold any importance to him any more. The naughty glances of the ladies in his work place don’t excite him anymore cause he know this world his fickle minded and any girl knowing the fact that he suffers from a life threatening disease is not going to marry him. He does not feel like a man suddenly. For him the definition of a man was to flaunt around with bulging biceps, excellent in sports, exhibiting the medieval art of chivalry, possessing vigorous skills in gulping down a few bottles of alcohol but today he feels that only if the world respects him as a person, the world respects him as a strong character person and only if the people around him had stopped expecting and building pressure on him. The true meaning of being strong suddenly switched places and it does not accomplish one to be man to be strong. However the world does not seem to accept this fact.

Being beautiful or handsome, having a jazzy mp3 player, possessing a large bank balance or being at a position of extreme power are things that no longer matter to Ranbeer. Smoking a cigratte sitting under the summer sun, pride dripping down the face and a few foul words being the part of your dictionary is not the definition of being a cool dude/dudette, being intrigued by a page 3 magazine and taking so much interest in the lives of socialites no more appeals to Ranbeer. Richard Gere kissing Shipa Shetty and making the headlines, following Jhoom Barabar's debacle at the box office religiously is not Ranbeer's style now. Ranbeer feels he is thrown at the mercy of his materialistic life and awakens to the call of self-relaization. He realizes that the world has become blind to values, morals, sprirituality, manners, self-tolerance and is completely alienated and void of these entites. However he realizes this and wants the world to realize the same but its just not possible for him to change the whole world. Ranbeer has been like every other normal materialistic human being on this planet perfectly acceptable by the society but today he sees a different side of life. Is he not interested in the wordly passions because he knows he is going to die soon? Is it good to be like this or to live in this world you got be balanced enough to be attached things that this world proudly boasts of? What do u choose, do you choose to be a saint among the human beings or choose to mingle with the cattle around? Has the world been sleeping all this while and forgotten the synonyms of the words “good” and “bad” or is it that Ranbeer is seeing things differently? If Ranbeer thinks he has undergone an awakening , is it possible for every human being to get awakened or its just that Ranbeer has seen death closely and he is out of his mind? Provide Ranbeer the solution to this?- comments are welcomed

What will happen next, for this you need to actually imitate me sitting on the closet and feeling the cold breeze blow on my face from the only window in our bathroom. Bangalore is quite chilly nowdays, ek dam "pehla nasha pehla pyaar " type ka climate hain .

What happened next is future of Ranbeer and no one can ever predict it, not even himself though he wants to desperately. A few philosophical thoughts of mine and yet another side of me. I am still discovering myself and I am seriously enjoying. !!!