Blessings in Disguise

When can one count on his blessings? Does everyone of us know our blessings?
There are multiple questions in our mind related to assurance, apprehensions and future.
Today as I was walking down that dark and windy lane, I noticed someone waiting for my advent on both sides.
Sometimes you count someone as a blessing but the fact is that everybody is a blessing on his own. People are there to help you realize your blessings , add to them or count them.
Life is a very fair game for some and unfair for many others. All minds have to decide about the category they want to fall into.
The only question that crops up in my mind is ,which side will be a wise choice?

Mathematics and love

Don't they sound incompatible and grotesque? The opinion might might vary from one mind to another but the truth is very much defined and explained by a Mathematician.
The thought of being in love with a Mathematician is not attractive enough for the lot to crave for it.It leads more towards unconcern, baggage of unfulfilled emotions and all negative thoughts enveloped together.
Truth is most of the times different from what is pictured by the crowd.
What if I say that Mathematicians are the most ardent lover a girl can ever have ? Sounds funny????

I know it does to many people but they neglect the idea that beauty is always better when you create and explore it rather than appreciating what has already been made.
Mathematicians are the ones who create beauty for others to admire. Keys to locks give you an exhilarating result when you make a key and not use the one donated by another Jehovah.
Exploration, devotion and endowment of all forms can make you fall in love with a Mathematician:a synonym of love and creation

The phrase that carried the relation

Dependence, conviction, want or vulnerability can be the basis of any relation or many relations but today as I witness a phrase holding two people together, I feel an urge to live with it again.
Its just a phrase, not based on love or wisdom, an unadorned phrase which two people can appreciate. There could be grief and odium or love and contentment if they get back with the phrase and revive it. Phrase says the story, good or bad, happiness or sorrow.
It arouses the same pain, the same pleasure for both of them. Do they love the phrase or the past or the relation or the desire to relive the phrase?
Past buries the undecided pain and a longing to be free and the present witnesses the apathy of all types of warmth. Present seeks the raptness of the past.
Will they go astray?

The mystery of choice

Choosing, isn’t it a wonderful yet a difficult game ?
How can one choose when all the choices are equally good from some or the other perspective?
Go by the instincts, leave it to destiny or wait for the paramount to turn up?
I wish I could unravel the mystery of choosing when the choice will convoy every day ahead. I wonder if I am being contemptuous or the best is yet to come. I am a firm advocate of destiny so I know I will get what I am destined for and I will be choosing the same. But I am irresolute about the choice.
I never realized when impatience crept in and provoked the concern to take a quick decision. Am I running away from myself or is it just a false impression?
Waiting for the best to come can be a key but won’t it lead to something more severe?
I feel it would lead to a dormant thinking process.

LOVE

Subsistence of the above word is a mystery. There are relations with varied emotions.
The word itself submerges many emotions positive or downbeat but is it just a mixture of all these outlooks?
Inevitability, trepidation, exhilaration or retribution can be a part of this four lettered word.
I sometimes mingle all philosophies of life and its then I realize I am more mystified by the result. I was once talking to an acquaintance, whom I do not know much but there is no harm in admitting that he is very close to many philosophies and can explain them pretty well but I would be amazed to know which one he follows.
I got this new outlook from his cache. Love exists differently for everyone. I was dazed by this new facet but love has to be one.
Its just a desire, desire to be happy, sacrifice for someone you love, desire to be loved, desire to die, desire to live, desire to be obsessed, desire to win, desire to lose, desire to give selfless love or desire to achieve incredible.
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The ray of hope

I once came across a situation where a girl wanted some support to be happy for she thought that she was in a very despondent situation, mentally I mean.
She had the habit of clinging to things whenever she faced a difficult situation.
Her misery never allowed her to decide about her capabilities and things she deserves.
People often say “ Find your happiness in your inner self “ and then they say “ Man is a social animal”. Don’t they contradict each other or any one of them can happen at a time?
At times she felt so weak that even a single ray of hope appeared to be a magical support for her. I am wondering, if I am able to describe her right or am I judging her really scathingly. Is her situation really wretched or is she really weak?
Questions are never answered in a right way or probably we look for answers we yearn for.
Today I met her accidentally and what I found was dreadful enough to sympathaize. She is in a more wretched situation than before. She looked for a ray of hope but every time she got it, she had to buy some sorrows as well.