Tuesday, January 05, 2010
Creating utopia is a both man's and woman's dream. The only difference is, the man starts thinking about the implying imperfections despite the fact that he, too is willing to give in his best for the perfect world. The woman, on the other hand, lives in the present tense and is constantly irritated by the alleged foresight of man. Whether this may or may not lead to a disruption, that only time can tell. But for man, there is nothing important than a woman who understands his dream and pushes him to go further and further. Such are relationships, and to give them a worldly name would be unjust.
It's weird. The man, in constant effort of finishing the challenge, tries hard and hard and hard. Soon, the fear of failure creeps in. But what is he afraid of? Is he afraid of failure? Why would he be? Because he hurt his ego? Or because he lost?
The reason of the fear cannot be known until the outcome of the effort and the time taken for the outcome are evaluated. It may be ego, love, fear, or a combination of all three. There is no way to get away from this fear, for the joy of a challenge is that there is a fear of loss, and when there is no fear of loss, it ain't worth a challenge.
As I keep writing, seconds pass and turn into minutes, and then hours. Every clock tick tries to tell me that I am going to fail and that I will lose everything I have. But hey!!! Listen!!!
I've lost many times. And after each loss, I've gained more than I could ever have!
Some winners might oppose my point. I don't care. I know I'm a winner because I can cover up my loss. Japan lost its two cities in the second world war, but that is the reason why it is what it is right now.
Damn, let me get back to work :P
Monday, December 21, 2009
People (including me) consider that people blog when they feel lonely, and particularly bloggers are humans that feel an urge to express but can't freely do it in the real world.
Anyway, there's always a reason for everything in life. It's just the curiosity of knowing the reason that kills an individual. If I get going to find out reasons to all things that I worry about, I'll be worried forever. The reason why I am writing today's post is because I need to express myself and I don't know whom to tell.
I want to say a lot of things but I have promises to keep, which keeps my lips sealed.
Awkward, isn't it? I'm writing about my inability to write certain things. But no man is handicap enough to be unable to express: It's just self control.
What is life without competition? And competition especially when you start feeling you're the only king of your dream world! What would you feel then? Dejected? Depressed? Demoralized? Sad? Is all the negativity just because you had considered that there was no obstacle between you and your target and then suddenly something came in between? Is it underconfidence that makes you feel you'll be unable to attain your dream? Or is it sadness?
Come on, jerk!! Be a MAN! Anyone can hit an open target, and there's not much fun in it except for the narcissists. But here? In this world of obstacles? Well it give's me one reasons to believe I am man enough to fight it out.
Suddenly, the single track racing road with just me on the road has been converted into a multilane grand prix, and I must go faster than the fastest... and boy, this is going to be fun!!!
Seems I've been too hard over this, but I want to tell you one thing: I am ready for the game; Bring it on!!
P.S. I don't know what title I should give to this post.
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Did you ever know?
It's just a pin-prick, and it feels just like you go to the doctor to kick your sickness away. Remember the long syringe and the needle tip lubricated by the inside fluids? It didn't take more than seconds to inject all the semi-transparent liquid into your veins.
Aaaaah! you cried...
But the next day you were thankful. Because, the big pain was gone...
Such is life... if you feel sad for a moment, just resist...
Thursday, July 23, 2009
It's so simple, shaking off the pressure - Just take the bottle, fill the glass, drink it, and then spit it away swearing for the last person you thought of before putting the glass to the mouth... [;)]
Try this, you'd feel better...
*[i]Bottle must not contain alcoholic drink.[/i]
Thursday, July 16, 2009
I saw this movie, Lakshya today.
My friend recommended this film to me way back in 2005. I didn’t pay much heed. But I liked the songs, used to listen to them when I was low.
However, following my urge to watch it, I finished the act today.
It took 24 years for him to realise. Well, I am 24. And I just realised that same thing, and then the film showed me that what I realised
was is correct.
I don’t know if it is the film’s effect but I feel I am in a similar situation: I have a faint idea of my aim, I have made some decisions, and (don’t know how to write this, let’s put it straight…) the girl I like has told that she’s got no time to talk to me anymore.
It’s high time that I act. People fall in love at all wrong times when they can not afford the comfort and love that their soul mates deserve. And then there’s a break up.
I don’t know if I’d get to meet her after this, but I am working on a project that will take me to a great height. I just want to reach that place and call her and then say, “Hey, finally, I have learnt what you wanted to teach me. Finally, I have learnt to make decisions…”
लक्ष्य तो ... हर हाल में पाना हैं!
(In any circumstances, I have to reach my goal!)
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Calvin: I don’t understand it, Hobbes. The kids teased me when I wouldn’t play baseball. Then they yelled at
me when I did play. Then the teacher called me a “quitter” when I stopped playing. Unless you’re a
star you can’t please anyone.
Hobbes: In that case, why not just please yourself?
Calvin: Because Mom won’t let me move to Madagascar.
I don’t like what we are doing sometimes because I am forced to do so without a logical satisfaction. I pledge, I’ll never do this kinda’ stuff again!
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Life seems like being caught in a Do While loop.
The escape condition is not getting satisfied.
Don’t know how many iterations left yet.
Good if I had kept a “count++” in the “do” block.
I return to this blog only when I don’t have any place to express my self.
This may seem selfish. Who isn’t selfish, anyway?
What has happened to the creative writer? He has lost his skills.
Nah, he has just lost his concentration. He did what his mind told him to do. He lost control over his mind and let his body freely obey it.
But now it’s over. From tonight, this geek is on a special diet: The diet for the brain. Just a bit of self control. No more throwing away actions. No more doing-as-I-like. Just me.
Me, me and me.
And me, too!
Let the loop iterate. Let the world see a butterfly out of the pupae. Let there be light.