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5th August -> 21st December.Four and a Half months since I wrote my last post.

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.

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