I really wanted to share this because the depth of this monologue is something that I am still trying to fathom. The whole deal about the life is the transcript of a conversation that took place a while ago. The narrator was extremely sleepy. And profound?
Do ghadi woh jo paas aa baithe
Life is like sex. You can enjoy it or not.
Life is a book. Ruskin Bond's book. Half imagination, half reality. We want to take up the imagination and not reality.
Life is a tabla. However you play it, it will sound the same. Slowly, will sound that way, and the same with fast. And then it will tear. It will end. Deemak happens, like we fall sick.
Life is what we make it. What we want it to be.
Life is my computer's speakers. It can be your voice. Music. Ghazals, rock songs. When happy, nice songs. Gham, sad songs.
There is nothing else in this room.
"Chaahe jis bhi naam se pukaaro mujhe,
zindagi hun tumhaari, guzaaro mujhe."