PERSONAL LEGEND..

Now this has nothing to do with oxymoron. It simply has to do with ‘Parting’ [not partying], the ‘Sorrow’ that is ‘Sweet’.
First a little introduction, so the idea isn’t completely mine, its Prasoon aka Ashu’s brainchild. But the credit is all mine because I am writing it
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Let’s cut the crap, it’s just that I too have felt this ‘sweet sorrow’. Like many others I too have been up, close and personal with this particular emotion.
Be it regarding our friends or our loves, all of us have felt this intense pinch within ourselves every time we were made to let go off something that meant the world to us.
Be it your favorite toy, your old ragged pair of denims or your favorite adda… It may be the most practical & rational thing to do, but all the reasons given to justify the loss seem totally impractical, irrational, wrong, baseless and eerie. But then you had to let go off that thing, no matter how hard you protest but sometimes you just have to surrender. And now when you look back you miss those things and all you do is smile thinking of those moments, those happy moments.
Isn’t it strange that when you are forced to leave a part of your life you feel overwhelmed by grief, but when you look back all you remember is the delight that you’ve shared. If you ever come across your ex after a long time why do you feel awkward? Isn’t it because of what you two shared once, can’t you see that his/her eyes still reflect that [it may not be that intense but it still says something]. And that feeling is beautiful.

Now the flip side, all those friends [read false friends], whom you parted ways with, who bitched behind your back. All those who back stabbed you and went for the guy/gal you’ve been meaning to ask out for quite sometime. And that ‘love of life’ that turned out to be nothing more than a gold-digger.
So why am I making you recall all these instances, you’d ask!
I know you cribbed and cried like hell at first, so did I, we all do so… but then you soon realize that whatever happened, happened for good. You are better off without those ‘friends’ and if you’d notice then you’ll find all those who really care for you.

And now try and imagine this- a picture perfect life. Those who’ve never faced any hardships in their entire life. They have the same group of friends since their first day at the playground. And have been dating the same guy who they’d fancied since the same day at the playground- sounds a Fairy tale?? Simple, sober, sweet… just fell short of describing the Bright side of it. Because for me it is rather dull, slow, monotonous, too safe, unadventurous, boring, lacking fun and color…
I mean just recall the silliest thing you’ve done, like going out on a date with the ‘Bad boy’ of the area or the ’Blonde’ and then how your friends rescued you from the ‘Lets talk about me’ date. These are the decisions generally taken either on impulse or when you are high on adrenalin. Whereas, these people never got a chance to go wild or silly, they never came across any new or interesting character, and above that these people could never know what fun is it in dressing up (or down) for a date [lol]

So a risk-free life doesn’t really spells out the recipe for a good life. So enjoy your break up’s, get all the sympathy you want (lol). So don’t feel bad, it’s just a part of the game. Just to make you a lil more mature and sensible. And if even this doesn’t pacifies you then just merry in the fact that a lot of people feel the same way and its time to move on [this part is NOT sponsored by Fast track]