Words are among your worst enemies. Even more so, when you have mastered them to mould situations to your needs.
Actions are always much better. They do not speak louder than words. They do not speak at all, they do not need to.
Words and Thoughts are over-rated, Actions under-researched.
Action.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Five Months
If to never be bored again is the dream, Congratulate me. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be busy and happy for a long time to come. These vacations have been nothing short of awesome!
Meanwhile, for the passerby : If you think your chance visit to this page was completely useless, you're wrong. You could entertain yourselves with a little more about my clan here. And just don't read the Eminent personalities list and go 'Whaddup!'. I'm sure Yours Truly completely deserves it.
Meanwhile, for the passerby : If you think your chance visit to this page was completely useless, you're wrong. You could entertain yourselves with a little more about my clan here. And just don't read the Eminent personalities list and go 'Whaddup!'. I'm sure Yours Truly completely deserves it.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Imperfect
Why did it have to be perfect? I could have waited for eleven more days and there you would have had it... A Birthday Post !! And then this blog would turn into a sort of a diary, marking every birthday of mine. That would have been perfect.
I say, stop being perfect.
The other day, I was on this bus from Delhi to God-forsaken-land Pilani. A bus ride is probably the worst thing that can happen to me. You might take a shot - the dust, the long hours spent sitting, coughing-spitting Rajwadas all around, the heat ?- No, its the thinking. Yeah, the thinking which hurts me the most. And here you are travelling all alone, wondering how you are going to spend the next 6 hours, all cramped up and already tired. But before you know it, you have thoughts creeping inside. And before you reach your room, you have thought enough. You are all worked up. Scared, perhaps.
I say, Stop thinking.
How much time would I give myself? I would say five months, tops.
You know , its funny sometimes, how promises act like a social security thing. I will meet you so-and-so years down the lane and I'll be this by then. Or I'll have done this by then. Not happening. Haven't you realised by now, its complete crap. If you really wanted it done, you wouldn't possibly wait for so long to get it done. It would be a rather lowly person who did something he loved for someone else.
I say, Stop promising.
I say, go out and do it. Don't do it for her, don't do it for him. Do it for 'I'.
I say, this is my life. Ending one minute at a time.
Lets have some Kick-ass fun.
I say, stop being perfect.
The other day, I was on this bus from Delhi to God-forsaken-land Pilani. A bus ride is probably the worst thing that can happen to me. You might take a shot - the dust, the long hours spent sitting, coughing-spitting Rajwadas all around, the heat ?- No, its the thinking. Yeah, the thinking which hurts me the most. And here you are travelling all alone, wondering how you are going to spend the next 6 hours, all cramped up and already tired. But before you know it, you have thoughts creeping inside. And before you reach your room, you have thought enough. You are all worked up. Scared, perhaps.
I say, Stop thinking.
How much time would I give myself? I would say five months, tops.
You know , its funny sometimes, how promises act like a social security thing. I will meet you so-and-so years down the lane and I'll be this by then. Or I'll have done this by then. Not happening. Haven't you realised by now, its complete crap. If you really wanted it done, you wouldn't possibly wait for so long to get it done. It would be a rather lowly person who did something he loved for someone else.
I say, Stop promising.
I say, go out and do it. Don't do it for her, don't do it for him. Do it for 'I'.
I say, this is my life. Ending one minute at a time.
Lets have some Kick-ass fun.
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