A Bit of the Real

“Life’s disappointments are harder to take when you don’t know any swear words.” 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]conditions apply[/i] *[i]Bottle must not contain alcoholic drink.[/i]

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

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!

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.