If you woke up at a different place and at a different time, could you wake up as a different person?

- Tyler Durden

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.