"The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last.Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on."
Monday, March 21, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Enough!
I think I've had enough of myself. Enough of being whiny and self obsessing. Enough of this low self esteem. Enough of the delusions I'm living under.
I'm going to leave myself. Create a new self . Live differently.Think differently.Be independent.
Here I go....!
I'm going to leave myself. Create a new self . Live differently.Think differently.Be independent.
Here I go....!
Holi Reminiscing
Hiding like people in bunkers during war times fearing being bombed.Hiding like Jews during Holocaust.This is Holi for me.This is what I've turned it into.
I miss being home. The friends who used to stand and shout at the gate. Me bombing and hiding in my balcony. The motorcycle hooligans...and garrisoning near Anuj's place with an army of water baloons and waterguns and eggs and what not.
I miss the holi sweets.Miss massaging with oil early morning.and then getting the colour off.atleast trying to. Mom encouraging me to stay inside,with dad hoping for the opposite.
I dreamt of the park today.I miss the park.
I dont like it here. Sometimes I wonder if down the years I'll miss this place the same as I miss home now. Doesnt look like it.Because I havnt done anything exciting here.havnt gone out of my shell. It has been the same since day one. Same department gossips.Same last ditch effort before the minors.The quizzing and lazying around during normal days.Nothing much exciting.Nothing memorable.
Thats why I made a resolution today.I'll turn it around.I'll create good memories out of this place. I still have two years.
I miss being home. The friends who used to stand and shout at the gate. Me bombing and hiding in my balcony. The motorcycle hooligans...and garrisoning near Anuj's place with an army of water baloons and waterguns and eggs and what not.
I miss the holi sweets.Miss massaging with oil early morning.and then getting the colour off.atleast trying to. Mom encouraging me to stay inside,with dad hoping for the opposite.
I dreamt of the park today.I miss the park.
I dont like it here. Sometimes I wonder if down the years I'll miss this place the same as I miss home now. Doesnt look like it.Because I havnt done anything exciting here.havnt gone out of my shell. It has been the same since day one. Same department gossips.Same last ditch effort before the minors.The quizzing and lazying around during normal days.Nothing much exciting.Nothing memorable.
Thats why I made a resolution today.I'll turn it around.I'll create good memories out of this place. I still have two years.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Winds of Change
I am feeling good again. After 2 months.Theres something in the air which wasnt before. The weather seems a lot more pleasant. The music is uplifting. What used to be the burden of work just feels like ...useless light cotton clouds.I can notice the stars shining again.
I feel like floating through..Nothing seems important. I want to do some good work..talk to strangers...drink cold coffee..Laugh.Play.Swim.Travel.
The winds of change I was waiting for have finally arrived. :)
I feel like floating through..Nothing seems important. I want to do some good work..talk to strangers...drink cold coffee..Laugh.Play.Swim.Travel.
The winds of change I was waiting for have finally arrived. :)
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