There are times; your mind slips away, for reasons unexplainable. For reasons that would not qualify as reasons, pains without wounds and tears that kind of bleeds. Life looks tough and deeds meaningless, as if the exciting walk towards death has slowed down and the torture prevails. Stimuli and response does not have a difference at this phase and the mind just asks you to explode, the execution is done with such accuracy that all the senses are turned off and just the Ego is on, Kill that ego, the daemon and you win!!!!!!
Is there a way a man can actually mend ways, “Will power“I have heard is not about with standing pressure, climbing mountains or reaching heights, It’s about denying yourselves a chocolate when you have decided to diet, It’s about learning a topic until you master it, It’s about having control on your eyes when you are along side your girl friend!!!!!!!
Searching the wounds is a big task, without knowing what to fix, fixation will be an issue. The demands of the external world and the needs within are often regarded different, the needs within are to be mapped to the demands outside. Decisions taken to change yourself, resolutions that has been run over, a hundred times which itself is capable of telling you “Hey you going to kick me out in another day”. Inspiring moments which makes you take these resolutions, raising questions, quite Valid though, “Will this inspiration last, if it lasts will it live as much as the resolution lives “????
Keeping yourself Inspired is a tough job, the toughest ever. Might be focus on a single goal and the work towards it can get the job done. Every bit of success keeps you pumped up and failure makes you come back, and the journey of life becomes easier and fruitful. A few lucky bunch never thinks on these lines they live, they laugh and leave one day, a few are aligned to certain instincts by birth they sing, dance, play and fade away one day as if it was magic and the rest we mortals who search for that goal, get stranded, get on the track every other day, just to realize that we are off track again, we go round and round.
Might be having a goal and not having one is the difference between, being great and not.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Love Stories Busted !!!!
When the phone rang at 12:00 in the night, from a number outside the country, I never knew the same would have been a moment much awaited by my Chilhood friend. Abin would have even searched the bowels of his memory or I believe would have hired professionals to hunt me down and get My number !!!!!. But he did it, and decided to spend 50 Indian Rupees on me, Quite high to his spending Standards. Being the bully of the gang I always had a gut feel that I would get back whatever I am giving !!!!.
The moment, I woke up from the " Manager Haunted Sleep " courtesy Asim Mehra my X manager, I could hear someone laugh, laugh his guts out. My hello's and attempts in different Languages made no Sense, the Laugh was emphatic, It signified a victory. The laugh ended and I hoped to hear this Alien Introduce me, all he said was your " First Love is getting Fucked Now". Then my job started to think who is he reffering to, affairs was common, heart breaks BAU !!!!.
Abin then settled dwn told me that the heroine of the most accalimed Love affair of my school days has officially being married. The girl is enjoying with her partner now, thanks to my taunts and bullying at school days, the news came from Dubai.
Love affairs at school are fun, when you turn around and think, Getting kissed and explaining the process to your freinds, who get calmmered under the stair case listening to the spiced up stuff , gives you the elevated status of having felt a woman!!!!!. Our gang had initiated the process for Abin with the heroine through me, Being a born Marketeer, My gang believed in me getting the project rolled out.Sadly, Instead of Abin, the chick chose me, there started the Affair which continued for the next Six years. The hidden meeting at the construction sites of the school, special classes that never happened, tears rolled out during vaccations, Money stolen from fathers pocket to call her up, The girl at the phone booth who acted as her friend an affair is a Drama in Itself.
I laughed at Abin for his ethusiasm for calling me up and taunting me, he was the most tortured soul during my school days and the torturer " Mr Deepak ". The call ended and I again went to sleep, but a pain remained, will remain, does not matter how much ever you laugh, you talk about practicalities of life, Love does not leave hapiness when lost, getting into it must be a very thoughtfull act. At school, you love and get loved for the no reasons, you do not bet your options and choices, future and needs are not evaluated, you love for the sheer joy of falling in love. People grow and so does the evil, the system teaches them to compare, evaluate and do the weeding, I was weeded out, but my love, Hey thats a joke !!!!!!!!
The moment, I woke up from the " Manager Haunted Sleep " courtesy Asim Mehra my X manager, I could hear someone laugh, laugh his guts out. My hello's and attempts in different Languages made no Sense, the Laugh was emphatic, It signified a victory. The laugh ended and I hoped to hear this Alien Introduce me, all he said was your " First Love is getting Fucked Now". Then my job started to think who is he reffering to, affairs was common, heart breaks BAU !!!!.
Abin then settled dwn told me that the heroine of the most accalimed Love affair of my school days has officially being married. The girl is enjoying with her partner now, thanks to my taunts and bullying at school days, the news came from Dubai.
Love affairs at school are fun, when you turn around and think, Getting kissed and explaining the process to your freinds, who get calmmered under the stair case listening to the spiced up stuff , gives you the elevated status of having felt a woman!!!!!. Our gang had initiated the process for Abin with the heroine through me, Being a born Marketeer, My gang believed in me getting the project rolled out.Sadly, Instead of Abin, the chick chose me, there started the Affair which continued for the next Six years. The hidden meeting at the construction sites of the school, special classes that never happened, tears rolled out during vaccations, Money stolen from fathers pocket to call her up, The girl at the phone booth who acted as her friend an affair is a Drama in Itself.
I laughed at Abin for his ethusiasm for calling me up and taunting me, he was the most tortured soul during my school days and the torturer " Mr Deepak ". The call ended and I again went to sleep, but a pain remained, will remain, does not matter how much ever you laugh, you talk about practicalities of life, Love does not leave hapiness when lost, getting into it must be a very thoughtfull act. At school, you love and get loved for the no reasons, you do not bet your options and choices, future and needs are not evaluated, you love for the sheer joy of falling in love. People grow and so does the evil, the system teaches them to compare, evaluate and do the weeding, I was weeded out, but my love, Hey thats a joke !!!!!!!!
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