A Mind Game.

There are people all round me. And there is Me. I deal with most of the people almost all the time, whether it is by contact, talking or whatever the means be and even without with talking / touching, but just by watching. I always appreciated myself as a good watcher. This  is the easiest thing to do unless it is a girl who would mind if she catches me and I too would mind that. Sometimes, watching becomes hard. The reasons for that are complex but it does happen. Then, what I would do is pull out my cell phone and pretend reading a text or doing something. I do this most of the times. The most probable reason for the same is that I don't talk much. I sit alone. Both the seats to my sides remain vacant most of the times. And even if it is occupied, I don't make past time talking about anything, unless I am a little bit out of my mind. So, People call me Silent. And so do I consider myself. For this reason, (what reason : being silent? Why the hell are you supposed to be silent and try to keep everything to yourself like an i-d-i-o-t). Okay, I just didn't hear that. I never knew the reason. The hell you know. Hmm, I think I know but I always thought it would be difficult to make people understand it. (Just tell that you are a d-u-m-b idiot who thinks he is the only unique person who is f-r-e-a-k-i-n-g genius. To h-e-l-l with it !) Whatever.  And also as I said I am a good watcher (or so I think) I don't usually spend much time on that. ( Now, don't start all over again )! Okay, Whatever!

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My mind has been so deceived by the talks of the people that it starts thinking without my knowledge in most aspects. The people say a lot of things and this rusted mind captures all the things that they say about the people and about them. But never does it captures a lesson taught by the lecturer. So, there were a lot of things people talked about others. What else does any body do? Seriously, It is either about you or your thought of interest or obviously other people. So, all those things get recorded in the mind somewhere which are more easily reached than anything else. Technically it is called cache memory, I guess. 

Recently, I watched a movie "Faces in the Crowd" . That's a nice movie. What I came to know from the movie is about the Human Mind. We all see many faces everyday. We have a lot of faces in our mind. When we look at a person, the mind automatically matches with that in the memory and we recollect everything associated with that face. Its' actually amazing when we realize the fact. And in this movie, the lead actress has the problem with this very part of the brain which identifies people with their faces.More to this problem was that the faces kept changing for the same person. It would be one hell of a problem in reality. I found this ability of the brain very compelling. I wonder how the mind stores information. Neurons, or some thing like that I guess, if I am not wrong. In another instance, some while back on the eve of New Year, I attended a party for the New Year at my dad's office. I don't know anyone in that crowd except a few of my dad's colleagues. Rest are all aliens. But when I saw one person, I felt I saw him somewhere. I just couldn't make it where and when. After sometime, when his mom came to speak to my mom and introduced me to him, I realized, Yeah, this is the person whom I saw 13 / 14 years back. I didn't realize the power of the mind then, but eventually when I think about it, it feels good. Good because when I saw him I was small & was in 2nd grade and also saw him in 3rd grade if I am not wrong. So after so many years, people would change a lot and so did he and also so did I. But still I kind of recognized the face from somewhere. His name is Rahul. And god save me, when I learnt about his academics. He studied from IIIT, then did his M.S. in US, then got a job in Amazon, worked there for some time and realized that he wanted to study more and so he is doing his PhD right now in US. My God! I am tired of studying now only. My mind stops right here.

P.S. : The opening paragraph was supposed to the the beginning paragraph of some other post in some other blog. But as I started writing, I thought it was more relevant over here and also I could link it with some of the facts. And the italicized text is a person called Inner-self speaking / saying / commenting on the situation.

Symbian Anna 7.5 !

Back to Symbian Anna 7.5 OS for Nokia 5800 Music Xpress. :) ;) :D B-)

It might not be implied to everyone that this happens to be awesome. This is no iPhone or anything like that. Just that iPhone is out of my range presently and so are all other sleek 'n slim new trendy phones in the market. I won't be given a new phone because I already have one. The old s-u-c-k-i-n-g Nokia 5800 Music Xpress. There is lot of time till I get an iPhone or something like that. So for now, I have to bear with this old r-o-t-t-e-n phone. Earlier I said Back to Symb..... here I meant that I had updated the firmware to the Anna Os some while back but again due to deception I had to go back to the Symbian v60. 

 Some 5 months back or so, I heard of a new firmware for my phone. That was totally awesome. But the problem was that it requires flashing of the phone which means that the phone will no longer have any kind of warranty and also the software would not be original. But w-h-a-t t-h-e h-e-l-l, my phone was already sucking at its peaks. So I made a bold attempt to make it better with the new OS called as Symbian Anna. My present phone version was v52.(something). And that Anna firmware was for this version only, which I came to know later. The actual thing is that this software OS was released for other phones, but it can also be used for my phone but the phone needed to be flashed. Those Nokia people should have updated the current version to that software. It would have been better. But no. So, It took me a long time to understand the steps and download the software. Finally, I flashed my phone following the steps given in the Internet. The phone was flashed in a single attempt. If it wouldn't have flashed in the first attempt, I would have panicked with my hearts out. But, alas, the phone was updated. The new Anna OS was superb. I installed all the new applications and all other stuff. My happiness with the new OS was limited. The Nokia Ovi Suite popped a notification that there is a new software update for the phone. Without thinking, I started updating the phone. After the update was installed, I realized that the phone OS was totally changed back to the sucking Nokia symbian OS v 60.something . I was hyper angry. I couldn't think of anything. I tried flashing my phone like I did earlier. This time, the software version had changed. So, the software with which I was flashing was obsolete now. It was only valid for the previous update. D-a-r-n... D-a-m-n.! Now the result was that my phone had nothing. It wont start. I finally made up my mind and told my mom and then dad. But I kept on searching the net for some way to get it back. So, finally I did find a way to get back the sucking Nokia Symbian v60 OS. After many attempts, it did come back to the disgusting old look. There was no new update for the Symbian Anna for the new release of V60. Luckily, I found one the previous night. I downloaded it this morning and flashed once again. There were some technical difficulties in the beginning. When all was done, the phone remained white for a long time. But the new Anna 7.5 did appear again. I was later busy updating the software  applications. So, Symbian Anna is back for my Nokia 5800 Music Xpress.

P.S. : The post title was actually "K-E-W-L" which probably means cool. The internet adaptation of the same. Frankly, I couldn't think of a proper post title, so after much thought changed it to this more awkward title. Another thing that I wanted to add in this post was a photo of my phone with the new OS, but for that I have to get the DSLR Camera from my study table, then take a picture, then find the USB cable, then upload the photo into the Laptop and then upload here. Doesn't it sound like a lengthy process.?So did I thought. Whatever! Finally, I have some time to to be happy for my phone or something like that. :-|

Hmm, Er.. !!

Well finally I started another blog. Are you kiddin' me ? How many blogs are you going to create? I am not kidding and I have no idea as of how many I will be creating. I am a total (Yeah, you got it right, whatever you think I am). Moving on. 

Dude, what is wrong with movies these days. They are really not at all good. I have to turn away my face  to escape those idiotic scenes. Tollywood & Bollywood are my concerns here. Hollywood is very much advanced. Atleast they don't make up those bogus idiotic out of mind movies, at least not all. But here the Tollywood really sucks man. Really. Though it is a copy of Bollywood movies, most of them, still they don't create much appeal. And Bollywood also copies from other languages even Tollywood, still it sucks big time. Bollywood goes Hollywood and start remaking with the Indian actors. They just take the story and turn it into a bogus and unbearable script and take up idiotic actors to work out the movie. Seriously. I get sick of watching those movies. It is a misconception of reality. I really don't know what the directors think when they direct the movie. If the movie is fiction, let it be, but don't make it too obsolete that it sickens the movie on the whole. In most of the movies here, a single person defeats the whole army of enemies with a small wound. He is called Hero. I appreciate his strength. But I would have appreciated more if he were a Superman or some kind of superhero. But no, he isn't. He is just another ordinary person with extra-orinary strength. He doesn't even look like a WWF fighter or anyone compared to the likes. He looks just like any other person with good physic and body. That's enough for scrambling the eggs and even the WWF fighters with a single blow. Grow up man. Atleast use the technology. Oh you do use it. But not in a effective manner. I can't even speak of it. The difference between the west and the east is that they work, but here they don't. They just follow the trend of the west and try to implement them. Seriously, it is way too much awkward. The new trend is the showing off finger. I don't know why do they even put that scene even when it is not necessary. What can they do? Its' the trend of the present. Even short films are also implementing it. God save the world. 

I don't know why I wrote this. I have No Idea. Now please don't tell, Get Idea. It is another idiotic advertisement. 

The (un)Steadiness !

Fourteen days have passed in this year and I feel nothing new. I didnt even feel the sense of new year. Why? I never knew. No. I never wanted to tell. There are many reasons. Now I feel so devastated. Seriously. I feel so s-c-r-e-w-e-d. I am in deep deep trouble. I know that I have eyes on my back. Sometimes I can't actually think what to do! I can't believe that I made some serious mistakes. That't not the problem. The problem is that I am unable to get out of the trouble. I was good at getting out of troubles. But now, my mind is totally numb. There is nothing that my mind can think of. There are so many things in my mind. And all those things are totally absurd and rubbish. Still, I am not getting a clear mind. Darn. 

Seriously, I lost touch of everything. Why? Fear? Frustration? wth..? Those two things are there. Fear of what ? Of future ! I have no answer to that. Actually I have the answer, but on this public forum, it is not so appropriate to tell. Frustration is when what I intended to do doesn't happen the way I want it to. (Its not anything new) . I know. The mind thing. It plays at the expense of (I don't know what to call it). 

I had a plan to work all this out. Really, I made one. If that had worked out perfectly, I wouldn't be here writing this nonsense post. I can't help it. I have to think of something else and this time I have to make it work. Somehow. 

Three days back my phone kept ringing most of the day. I was surprised to see it ringing. Actually no one calls me except my mom/dad. Dad did call though. But after him, my phone was still ringing for quite some time. I didn't answer it because I had no idea what to tell. I was myself in a chromatic shock. I know about them. They are real gems and brainy people. I don't know how they got into this college, but they deserve much better college. Probably now they will be going to better and best colleges. But I am stuck in this mess. The mess is so tangled. And I can't make out of this. I wish I had a magic wand and with a spell I could get out of this tangled mess!

I managed to write this far despite my unsteadiness of the mind / brain. Great. I am losing my touch of writing (as if I had earlier) ! Whatever. 

-Troubled Person. 

New Year 2012 !

So here we are. Yet another year. Don't you think I am growing a bit faster. May be not. It just a feeling, I guess. Whatever! So firstly Happy New Year : Twenty Twelve. 

Isn't this just another day of the year. Just a casual day, No? Yeah, you are right, it is not. It is the beginning of a new year. And hence all people would be loaded with new plans and "resolutions" kind of stuff. The precise moment that everyone across the world cherishes is when the clock strikes twelve. That moment is met with hugs, kisses and lots of love. Well its Party time, man. The next day begins and I actually like it is same like any other day. The only moment that electrifies me is the strike at twelve. A momentary lapse of time when I feel real, alive! And now that moment is past, it is just like any other day. So how was the previous year? Was it fun? , exciting? or any other feeling ? The whole previous year is dizzy in front of my eyes. Just the same feeling that I get at every first day of the yea when I try to recap the whole previous year. Anyways I will shoot in the air. Lets see if you can catch it. 

There were a lot of weird instances that happened the whole previous year. I already told about it, didn't I? Well, if you still haven't read it it is in the post titled "Till Now-So Far". Still, I will summarize it.

• One of the best thing that I got is a Camera. I am actually into photography. But it is really hard to roam around the city and find the right moment which I want to capture. I have had some really great captures. 
• One shocking thing is the job in Tata Consultancy Services. I was at my worst for the interview and I had the minutest hope, I mean no hope at all. Because I know what I did during the interview and it sucked big time, really.
• An amazing thing was a night out with friends and that was a ride to a beach for a birthday party. That I mentioned in the Midnight Rampage blog-post.
• One sad thing is that i spent the most money last year than I would have ever spent in any year. 
• Another f8 shocking thing is a call from a girl which was absolutely a prank call. 
• The fourth year started with a different beat. I mean it wasn't like any of the usual beginnings like the previous years or semesters. I wasn't feeling right about what I was doing. Actually I cared less what I did. So, I landed in some small yet complicated troubles. And that carelessness is still there and I am quite messed up right now. 
• And I am very easy to buy and people take advantage of it most of the times. I realized that and am trying not to be bought. And damn I am weak, man.

These are the things that I remember so far. That was the past. Past is for the lessons and the present is to learn from the lessons and tomorrow is not to make the same mistakes. Hmm, er.. I actually forgot what I was about to write in this post. May be that loud TV noise is creating the disturbance and not letting me to think clearly. Damn. Anyways, whatever. You want me to be frank? Actually I never enjoyed a New Year Day for the past four years. And so, I never went out or for any kind of parties. Why? I am always in the thought of the day that is about to come. And I am far-sighted also. Usually, the first results of the previous semester's result come out in the first or the second week of January. And seriously, that scares the sugarhoneyicedtea out of me. And this time, I am not worried about the result of my previous semester cuz like I said I am getting a quite careless. So I am over it. But there is some other thing that scares me. The mighty CAT. Seriously, I messed it up and am totally screwed. Serious  sugarhoneyicedtea. :( ! Totally scared. Escaping from it is real difficult this time. I am so very much dead. Anyways moving ahead, let me see what I am planning to do this year. Hmm, Resolutions? I am very good at breaking the resolutions I make every time. I am not that good at keeping them up to it. I always try my best to make that happen. My bad. I always fail. :( . Still I will make them now and try to follow them atleast from this year. (The same sentence / dialogue I had been telling for all the past years). Anyways, I gotto go. See you tomorrow. 

Take Care. 

Happy New Year. :)

So far-Till Now.

It is over. Almost over. This is the last day of the year. Glad, I am still here to write this post. I feel it was just yesterday that I wrote a post claiming my new resolutions and a greetings about the new year. A year has passed by then. Does it feel like the same to me? Nah. Not even a bit. Its all mixed up, crazy doodly-voodly in my mind. What was this year all about? Yeah, there were some tough days. Were there? I don't remember. Am I getting forgetful? Oh, yeah! Sure I am. There were really crazy turn of events lately this year. Some gave me a fine solid blow. Do you want to know ? Well, I am all yours today. I will tell anything you ask. All that you have to do is ask. (I am laughing inside, hehe, because at the end of the day, No questions will be asked, I guess may be no one reads). Well, Whatever!

The first hit was a JOB. Oh, yeah! The job in the mighty TCS. Seriously, I didn't expect it, even a fraction of the minutest possible chance. Lets say for the sake of readers, I was lucky enough to get it. :) .  While the events which led to the possible conclusion of me ending into a job is quite obselete as I have already told in my previous post. Nevertheless the unseen has been seen. No-Can-Help over there. 

The second was self-immoralization. Yeah. I am quite bit of order right now. Once I used to keep track of things I used to to, now I am losing that track. And also, I used to remember what I used to do and at what time(not precisely though). But now I am a total blunder. The reasons are several and probably you all don't want to know. 

I came to know a bit more about the crazy people around me. I thought all couldn't be the same. Yeah, no one can be same. All are crazy F6's in their own way. Count me, if you think I am too. But if you ask me whether I am in it, No I am not in that list. Some are intelligent, very intelligent, more intelligent than you can ever imagine, but when they act like AH's, I sure can't handle it. Seriously, grow up. There is this person, who has nearly double IQ than me, or probably more, but when he asks the silliest question, I wonder is he playing with me or he really doesn't know. Later I understand that he doesn't know, when he doesn't understand after explaining it. And the thing that I find totally amazing is that he first 'googles' it before asking. Well, sure he is increasing his IQ over here. 

And there is one more thing I never wanted to tell. But what the hell? No one gives a SugerHoneyIcedTea. So do I (from now on). In the early month of August, I got a call. When I say I got a call, it is probably from a girl & no need to get excited because I wasn't. I remember the day because that was the day, when I had the worst thirty minutes of my life. Did I tell you about it.? NO, I didn't , right? Do you want to know? "NOOOOOooooooo".  No need to be so loud, I get you. But I am a crazy insane person. So will brief about it. I had to give a powerpoint presentation of the Industrial Training which we did in the Summer Vacation. And I was like dead, because the last thing I ever wanted to do was getting in front of a crowd and give a speech or presentation or whatever. I was stage-sick. I bunked classes for completing the presentation. I thought I prepared for the presentation. The moment came when I had to finally give the PPT. Firstly, the room in which we were didn't had a good projector. So I had to un-wire it because we came to know about its condition after I made all the connections. My Bad. I was already shivering by the time. Again, I make all the connections in the projector room and start it. The four terabyte memory just went blank. Hung up, I guess. No rebooting. Nothing. A part of the mind was still in tact. So I read all the presentation slides without even looking at the faculty or the students. And the worst part is that I was the first in the class to give a presentation. My Bad.  If there were atleast one person before me, it could have given me some kind of perspective of how to deal with it. But no. So I kept on murmuring till  completed the presentation dumb-faced. I also couldn't reply to most of the questions asked by the faculty. So totally, It was a blunder and a great disaster. You can't even imagine what I had done to escape this very moment. But something deep inside me said, You can do it. And yeah! "Oh, F, I did." And that was it. I thought no more. So where was I? Yeah, the girl. Firstly I thought it was a prank that some one was playing. It sure was a prank. But this had far wide limitations. Seriously, out of coverage imitations. As this person says that she has seen me in the college. Firstly, I was a bit shocked. My friends only don't notice me when I am around them. Then she claims to know my name and even my facebook. Obviously, if anyone knows my name, it is sufficient to find my facebook and also everything else. Now, look at the connection as of how this very person came to know my number. A guy from Computer Science seems to know me. Serious bullshit. Frankly, I know only three guys from CSE and that's it. I am in contact with only one of them. God only knows how the hell did this fourth person who happens to be a Junior came to know about my number. Firstly, I don't publicize my number in the public. And secondly, I hate pranks. I was very well convinced about this that it definitely is a prank. But wanted to know how far it goes. This was a short termed. So, there is nothing much to discuss about it. The only thing that still bothers me "How in the name of God, did they get my phone number?". And if anyone wants what exactly happened, I would be happy to tell. So, please drop it in the comment section. 

And I also wanted to tell that there are some people who think I am good, and some even think I am great and awesome. Seriously, don't believe it. I am exactly the opposite. I don't know what made you think like that, but I am not whatever you think I am. So again, where was I ? I was speaking about people. Yeah, frankly speaking I am fed up of the artificiality of the people and the preposterous acting skills. Damn, they are really good actors. I did try my best to look behind the masks, but like I said they are good. Some get caught at the wrong time and some never. Hmm, err.. Like I said, I am fed up of that. 

And another exciting thing that I did this year was the Night-Ride. I wrote about it in the Midnight Rampage. I agree with you that I didn't quite write well. And speaking of that night, it was awesome. Care for another ride? Hmm, may be. Not confident about it. 

And there are so many things that happened, I think. I don't remember any of those. Didn't I mention earlier that I am losing track of myself and forgetting things. This is one of it. Like everybody say, in this year there were many ups and downs, there were many mistakes that were done and some good things also. Learning from the mistakes and moving ahead, I would like to be prosperous in the year to come. Serious LOL!! Well, So far-till now. 

Take Care. And Happy New Year, Twenty-Twelve. :)

Round the Clock - December.

I am trapped in the brain waves. Everything seems fuzzy, blurred. These days have been a kind of rough. I agree. And I am out of my mind also. Am I thinking too much? Oh, Yeah, thats' right I am thinking too much. No offense but its' one of my quality. For the past two weeks I had been sort of busy. Hmm, Busy not in the sense of studying. I was actually watching movies and English TV serials.

Twilight Saga : Breaking Dawn

Mission Impossible

Puss in Boots

Rockstar (Hindi Movie)

Rise of the Planet of Apes

The Warrior

Crazy, Stupid Love

Garden of Eden

Born to Race

The Whistleblower

Friends with Benefits

Penguin Poppers

Don2 (Hindi Movie)

Good Old Orgy

Shark Night

Veera (Telugu Movie)

Animal Kingdom

Restitution

A Perfect Teacher

Freebie

The Waiting City

White Collar. (TV Series)

House M.D. : One Season (TV Series)

And some more which I can not recollect. Almost it was my daily routine unless I am fixed with some lousy work. Why am I writing this? No Idea. Just wanted to tell, what I had been doing this whole month. What I actually wanted to do this month wasn't actually this. I wanted to start a fiction in my blog and later develop it into a novel or lets say like-wise. But I seem to be completely obsessed with these movies and frankly speaking I still have some in the pending list. 

Anonymous

Columbia

Cat Run

Punture

International Playboy

The Howling Reborn

Triangle

and after I get back to hostel I will be downloading some more. 

Why I told about all these movies which I watched was to tell something about it. I wanted to tell something more relevant to the present situation that is being happening around me. And I wanted to relate it to the movies which I actually saw. But i guess I failed in creating the link between my actual thoughts and the reality. My Bad. Like I said earlier I am trapped in the brain waves. I don't know what you understood from it, but I meant that I am not having a clear idea of what I am doing. All the movies are just wavering in front of my imaginary eyes and all I can see is nothing, literally speaking. What I mean is that I am not having a clear peace of mind for thinking. Hence this bullshit. Pardon Me. Probably, I will come up with some more exciting or atleast not so repelling posts. 

Take Care and Advance Happy New Year. :)

I will be Damned.

Ya. Hell Yeah, "I will be damned". The daily routine of mine usually involves finding myself growling about something that happened in the day about which I am not so proud of. But let me tell you, I am actually proud of everything that I do. Its' just the feeling that bothers me a lot. So, as usual I sit at the laptop start downloading something and watch a movie or a TV serial. The best part is that time flies by like anything. The worst part is that I sit ideally in front of the laptop with my headphones and don't move a muscle. When I realize that it's time to sleep, I try to complete another serial. Ya, I am obsessed with watching. And believe me, I am started having a pot-belly. Another thing is that these are just short timed. They end up in two or three days. Then I get hyper-bored again. Well, for now, I still got a season to watch. Ya, I am happy. But the thing is that I don't usually post anything while I have a season or a movie at stake. No matter what, I usually don't. Thats' why I will be damned. Thats' just half of the story and also not the real part either. The reason why I am posting this one is that I got a visitor. Yeah, a real visitor and also that wonderful person left a comment also. Is this a start? May be or may be not. But just for the heads up, it just feels good. 

But don't worry, this wont be the last post either. I am still good at writing. No, This is seriously a joke. So, an insight of the work that I will be doing probably this week. Don't worry, I am not giving the details and also this is about what I am about to write. So, that narrows it down, doesn't it? Never-mind. Some while back, a friend of mine asked me about my blog. Well, I was honored. He even asked whether anyone was reading or not. I said that I had a bit over 100 followers. 100 followers? Me ? Seriously? So I thought. Actually, it was the truth. But the fact that no one reads this is something else. Well, there is a trick for raising the followers. I played it and it did work. But the guy didn't know about this. He actually thought that those people are actually reading my blog. So, he tells about his story, something the usual stuff precisely related to what actually happens in college life and his part of the life. It was just a formal talk. Later at the end of the discussion, he says that I got a new topic for my blog. I then realize that "Yeah, I got one for a new post". 

So this little story is on the list hot-list. And adding to that some of the usual stuff that we usually encounter on the daily basis which surely has a great impact on the people. A little history of the author, just for the readers to know the real insane me. Believe me, I was insane and hell yeah, so am I now. There is a paradox when I say "Life". Amazingly it has a number of meanings. There are over hundred billion people of which lets say 10 billion people are mature enough to understand what happening with them and so when we ask them "What is Life?" you will sure get over 9 billion different answers. Don't believe me? Try it yourself? Ask those many people and let me know if I am wrong. Just kiddin'. It just crossed my mind. Frankly, I don't know why I wrote it. Better don't ask me. Like I mentioned earlier, I am Insane. So, I would like you to rest now. Take care. I got a whole season to complete. See ya'. (Yeah, I was talking to myself). 

Not Surprised!

Surprise! Surprise! Look who's back? Yeah, its me. I have been lately murmuring the inside-ness of the brilliant me. Thats' nothing new, I suppose. I do it all the time. But I have been doing too much of the over-action lately. Well, yeah, I was.

What do the dreams mean actually? Is it just the illusion of the daily self? If so, why can't I do things which I dream. "May be its' because the dreams are an illusion of imagination. And believe me, you got a pretty awkward hell of an imagination." says the voice in my head. Oh, I see. I have been very very desperate to write a fiction story. I just have a summary of it like in pieces which won't add up even half of the page. I am thinking of making it into an online novel. See, thats' what I call too much expectation. Again the voice. Nevermind it. I just had a thought of this fiction for quite some long time. What does a story require? Imagination. Thats' what I thought. Case study, ground study, research, back-research, threats, consequences, live-examples, et cetera and the list goes on. OMG. Really OMG!!! That's why I haven't been able to make it at least to the ground level. So to be that good as I dream to be, I need to do a lot of work. And I am ready for that. 

Recently, I advised a friend of mine who was supposedly having problem writing to write whatever comes to mind rather than finding a specific topic to fill the space. I was actually surprised that someone asked me that question. I was rather good at giving advices. Its' easier than following it, right? Thats' me again, lazy crazy idiot. Actually, I have never written anything useful other than picking up a topic and writing an essay on it. And the previous posts wouldn't tally with this statement. Well, I am back to the pick & describe essay writing competition. I will surely keep the fiction thing in mind and will definitely work on it. By the way, I am not that good at keeping promises. So I wont promise about that.

And lately I realized, it just needs just a person to figure out whats' happening and it is like a rapid fire in the forest. It just spreads like a fire. {Technically speaking} . How many people read my blog? One in a trillion people. Okay, fine add one more. The problem is not how many people read my blog! The problem is why does those people keep saying "Did they read your blog-post?"  And one guy even says that people are talking about my blog. I am pleased to know that. So, if that post was so much appealing in the wrong sense though, I am ready to do that. Anyways, what was the surprise about? That you mentioned in the opening lines. That was nothing, just to catch your attention. So I thought. I actually wanted to write a brief history of mine, which no one probably would know unless he knows me, I mean personally. Surprise! Not Surprised. I know you won't be. 

Another Random Post.

This should be it. I was wrong. I think I was. Or may be not. But it is still my problem. It is about me, so I don't want you to brag about it more. Kindly switch to Facebook. Yeah, with Facebook, I realize that I am completely obsessed with it. No matter what, I don't have a notification and even if I do, thats kinda crappy and the Ticker keeps ticking. Well, I think its a social problem. And my problem is that I am a complete Idiot. Don't you agree? I know you do. So, I just realized that I just  be-little myself. I get that more often. I have a kind of soft feeling for others. Believe me, I did. But these days I am getting over it. I keep bragging about my writing and about people, don't I ? So, I am giving the bragging thing on the writing thing. So let me quote, "I am an awesome writer". Most of you would disagree, sorry I mean all of you and if you don't then you are lying. Anyways moving on, yeah, about people, I get quite rational. And these days I am in a mood of kicking their ass.


Recently, I made a very lame post about my batch mates. Should I be sorry about it? "Yeah" *I hear some voices(shouting)* . Well I am sorry that I am not sorry because I meant it. Yeah, I am insane. But I will be more insane. Just make sure you don't piss me off. Well, I am kind of pissed right now. So, another chicken for the sacrifice. Am I not one lonely little  big freak? Fortunately, I am. And more fortunately, I don't really care whatever the hell you think about it. So,  buckle up. And kindly note, I don't get into anybody's way. So I would expect the same. Even if you cross the line, its fine. But pissing me off, would be quite hard for me to give a shit about you. Yeah, I am starting to swear. Don't be naive and don't make me do this. This is a warning for the rest of the so-called nicest people. But it's a bit late for the others. They are already in the place-of-selfish-B# and made hard on me.  



And after reading my previously mentioned blog-post a guy said that I have some guts that he hadn't known. Well, yeah, I do have some but it is trapped inside. And whats more is that I am writing this even after knowing that my dad reads my blog-posts. Still want more? My dad is on facebook also. Well, my debate ends there.

Random

Note: This is about a friend of mine.

It always takes a person to motivate to write. Sometimes, it happens to be yourself. And sometimes, it is always an other person. And frankly speaking it is not at all easy to accept the fact that it was because of that person. Believe me, I know. I have been through similar kind of experience. So, I am kinda familiar with it. I actually don't know why I am writing this post now, but anyways moving forward. I think this began in the end of November, when my friend wanted to post something in his blog. As the great critic I am, I started bombarding the elements for a fusion. Finally I did made him write a post. If I hadn't done that, he might not have written even that. What I did was challenge him and he accepted the challenge. But he did say that more were about to come. I knew that was hard to accept it, but still I backfired him. But this wasn't as effective as the earlier one. The earlier one was so powerful that he wrote away a post at that moment itself. And then no more as I had expected. 

P.S. This is totally random. I just wanted something to boost me into writing. Anyways this did not help though. I just had an awkward conversation with a so-called friend of mine. So, I am down on energy. But don't you worry, I will come up with a mind-blowing post. Yeah, I mean it to the word. Your minds will blow off, really and seriously. So, choice is yours. :P . Anyways, have fun this weekend, Enjoy. 

Random Rambling.

Disclaimer : "You really don't want to read this one".

This was not something new. I am used to it. Was I crying ? No. I wasn't. Once I used to for situations like such. Now, I am not. I want to, but I really can't. It was a dark room filled with the hotness of the frustration. Why frustration ?  Something happened the other day. And the day before that and the whole week before that and the whole previous year. It just grew bigger and bigger, bolder and bolder. But what about me? I was just staring ruthlessly at it, even helping it grow bigger and bolder. There was frustration in me and there still is. I am the cause and I should be the remedy. But how? I tried. I summoned myself. It didn't help. It never did. I was lucky. Yeah, lucky to be unlucky. Somethings really don't change. And some people don't change either. I am not an exceptional. I am unchangeable. I disagree with the previous statement of mine. Some people can be changed and some people don't want to be changed. And some people try to change. This post isn't about change. I already wrote about it in the previous posts. 

How was this supposed to be dealt? I clearly don't have an idea about it. I feel like shouting at the top of my voice. Aaaaaaaargh. ! Seriously, I want to. I do shout, but it's silent mode shouting. So, I call it. Else, blow the heads off. I wish that was a lot simpler than it really is. Nothing is as easy as it seems. And also not easy when someone tries to tell that its easy. Its f'ing not. Whats' easier is to accept defeat and live hopelessly. But who wants to be like that. No one. Everybody faces a wall, a point when one has to stop and think the way out. Troubles are a part of life. Whats' life without troubles? Its' isnt a life to be lived. Actually what do you have to live if you do not have troubles at all. Trouble is a part of life. Just like a recipe, you need all the ingredients to make it worth. Sometimes, if the ingredients aren't in proper proportion it f'ing sucks. One needs to have all the ingredients and also in the right proportion. 

A part where sometimes the trouble rises is when we don't fit in properly. Everybody aren't like water to take the shape of the container and live with its dimensions. Thats really very difficult and sometimes impossible. The world would have been a much more better place if it was so. But unfortunately it isn't so. You can't make a solid block to shape of the container just by placing it. If you really want to fit in, you need to work in. Burn, melt, condense, whatever it takes to make it possible. The point here is to tell about hard-work. Who doesn't tell to work hard? Starting with you mom to the last person who you would see would always tell you to work hard to achieve whatever your goal is. 

Whats' my problem actually? I know that I have a problem, but does that really bother you? No, right ? Then why bother? I stopped giving a damn about it. So, telling about it is out of question. Whats' much more creepy is that I am under a kind of surveillance. I need to be alert and keep my thoughts together before I slip anything wrong. Yeah, I am holding myself back. I don't want to be a  good-boy-bad-boy dual personality person. Accept the fact that I am an idiot and if in case you are having some doubt, I will prove you wrong. Believe me in that,  I seriously will. But the unfortunate thing is that I make it a lot easier for you to believe it in the first glance itself so that I don't have to work hard later to prove it. Earlier the previous day, I had a sort of argument. Believe me, I would have kept my way quite all the time, but I am no same person anymore. I was firing back strongly. What happened was that I kinda blacked out. This doesn't mean that I fell down. I was sitting comfortably in  the sofa when the argument began. As it was going on ( lets say, it was their turn of the so-called-debate ) and were speaking their part out, everything around me went black. I knew that something was happening, but what that I really don't know. And when it was my turn, the sight was clear by then and again as they started back-firing (so I call it), I blacked out. But, this was no big deal as I ended it with a draw. :)

Why I wrote this post? I have no idea. What am I writing? No idea. Why are you reading this? I seriously don't have an answer to this question. Though I may make up some kind of explanation to the former two questions, but the third one has to figured out by yourself. Actually, I wanted to write something catchy, witty and something unusual hoping that I could attract some lot of people (Just joking) . Okay, now stop laughing. Move on with your other work. 

Rock n' Rolla.

"Rock n' Rolla" 

This word was on my mind while I was having my semester end exams. I precisely don't know where I got this word, I mean even during the busy hour of the exam-tension. I got this word and it started humming itself in the mind. And it eventually led to a dance also. Though, this was a short dance, but it energized me. And to add to this, this was a short lived humming bird. After a exam, it disappeared. 

After the exams were over; here with exams I mean the semester end exams, but I still had two more exams. Unlucky me. So I had to stay back at hostel. Staying at hostel isn't a problem for me. The problem was the Laptop. It gets a disease every time during exams. I call it "Exam-sick". Seriously, for every semester end exams, this shows up with this annoying behavior. It gets hung up, sometimes crashes down and sometimes the keyboard doesn't work. All this ultimately leads to the laptop disaster and much more complex thing that it generates is the anger in me. I get real pissed off, when such things happen. And much more when its just before the exams. 

In order to pass the time, I went to some movies. I watched four new movies during a period of 3 days. Well the first one is Rockstar movie. That was a beginning of the new Rockstar, which I call myself now. The other two movies were out of passion and the last movie was because of boredom. Yeah, Boredom. I was getting real bored staring at my partly working laptop and the 'no notifications' on my facebook. I did write some wild posts lately. And I am really proud of it. I don't really give a rats' ass about what others are thinking right now. Once i used to give precedence to others thoughts than mine. But this whole world is a ruthless inglorious and sick. Being good is just a character who would be mold to others interests, just because that person doesn't want to hurt others and obviously he's nice. FTS (mln). 

I wanted change. And I will bring change. I didn't intend to hurt others. Really. I didn't. But those people don't give a damn shit about others. Even then I was nice. And they still didn't give a shit. The level was crossed. My patience was tested. I changed. I had fantasized many times, how I would be if I had changed. And frankly speaking, I never fantasized what I think I have changed to. This is new and out of my league. I know I can't bear the atrocities and beat them. Whats' wrong in trying? When the world is busy with their "own bloody problems", what in the name of god would any one care. I don't know and I don't care. "People may get hurt". This thing maneuvered in my mind as I was writing the previous line. "Who are these people? They didn't care about mine. Why should I about theirs?"  F'em. Well, okay. I am nice; most of the times, but if someone crosses a line, I would be the worst, or lets say its' their luck and won't give a damn thing about what you / others'  think. Thats' when I call this feeling "Rock n' Rolla".  \m/ ! 

Mid-Night Rampage.

The time was half past twelve and the day was 29th September. And we haven't yet started for the destination. The destination was "Yarada" which was quite far, rather too far. And the journey as I did hear was a big bumpy as we have to pass through a hill. I actually thought it was at the hill top. The occasion was a friend's birthday. I was actually invited. Yeah, I was. Most of the times, I am not. But this time I was. There is a little history behind this. Anyways, the history remains as history. 



That day I was busy exploring the city of destiny, Visakhapatnam. I wanted pictures. I took my camera and started wandering down the beach road. I went as far as I could till the point where it ended. It was the ship harbor. I was actually inside the ship harbor wandering on my bike. Anyways I didn't know that. So I took my camera out and started the burst sequence. I took a few and while I was returning back I noticed that it was the ship harbor. By the time, I almost got out. And the rest of the road was a bit crowded and the smell of the dried fish covered the arena. I had to hold my breath until I came out of the place. Then I got a call from a friend of mine, asking me whether I was interested in coming to the party later that night. I would have actually said NO, But I didn't, because I had my  reasons. 


So, finally the hour came and I was at the meeting point. The birthday boy had already arrived by then and the time was past twelve. We had to leave right away in order to wind up quickly. So the vroom and zroom began. The empty streets were lit by the engine sound. The silence of the roads were broken. One after the another we headed towards Yarada. I was a little bit excited. Or was I? I don't clearly remember. Because if I wasn't I wouldn't have gone. Or, may be I couldn't have said no and was going under dire situations. Never-the-less I was on my bike and was speeding in the lonely National Highway-5. Usually, this is a very populated road and that the time was quite some time past twelve, it was all calm and dreamy. I passed through each signal, following the bikes ahead of me because I didn't know the way. Whatever. I was following them. After a long journey, we had to stop for a moment just to clarify the route. Well, this moment took rather long time to find the way. Again, we started and headed towards the desti. I was still thinking it was at the hill top. Because I heard people saying that we have to climb a hill and the road is not at all good and sometimes its steep also. This was for the ca actually, which I over-heard. 



Anyways, the rugged hill did arrive at last. And believe me, it was not at all good. All ruggedness and unevenness and also the curves added to it. We forced the bikes and the car through the unevenness and was going up and up. The scene of the night and the lights from the top was aesthetic and totally awesome. But the journey wasn't over yet. This was the point where I came to know that the destination is a beach and not the hill top. Now the next task was getting down the hill. And the same type of road was ahead of us. The brakes were on, but the bike wasn't stopping. That was the steepness of the hill. Finally, when we did reach the bottom of the hill, it wasn't over yet. Now what lied ahead of us was another few km's of unevenness and ruggedness. I was almost sit-sick as I had been driving for almost more than an hour by then. The road never ended, it seemed like that way. We drove and drove and finally we reached the so called "Yarada Beach".

It was pitch dark. Totally dark. Even the moon wasn't able to provide the light. That was a beach by the way. And I came to know by the sounds of the waves. I frankly didn't know who came over here through all that road and found this place. This place was supposed to be a nice beach spot. But for me it was a dark beach where nothing was visible. And the party began. Actually this was for two people. One was Abhiram whose was the birthday boy and the other was Prithvinath, whose actual birthday was a week earlier but wasn't celebrated because of the exams. So two cakes, two birthday guys and nearly twenty other people. The cake was set and so were the candles. And the party began in the darkness. 

The birthday bumps were a common thing in these kind of parties, but these people invented another thing also which was dangerous though. It was setting the pants on fire using the foam or whatever it is called. I was busy clicking in the darkness and filling the lame dullness with the flash firing. After some time, the party was over , but none was ready to move. They sat by the beach and did nothing. It was nearly past three by the time it was all over. 


After a great deal of thinking and talking and cracking lame jokes, the return journey began. I would have cursed them if we had to go the same way back. But they were saved. We took a rather good one. I wondered why they didn't take this one earlier. This was a tarred road and rather smooth. The steep was never the problem now. I actually enjoyed the ride. I don't know about Prithvi who was siting behind me. Whenever I asked, he said he was comfortable, so does everybody says. And before I forget, there was a patrol on the road this time. We actually expected one in the way up and this wasn't a surprise though. We suddenly stopped and it took some time to find a way to get away without being noticed. This was rather too difficult. It would be easy to find the engine sound in the silent streets. We went through the streets and nearly escaped the patrol. That was kinda fun actually. Then we went acing through the NH-5 , disturbing the late night silence of the streets. Rather exuding feeling. By the time we reached back, it was nearly 4 in the morning. It was still dark like mid-night.

On the contrary, I did had a amazing ride and night out with friends. But, I am not going to do it once again. 

P.S. This is totally absurd on my part. There was a lot of things that happened that night and a lot of things I wanted to tell. I cut short it too much. My apologies. 

A Rule.

This is my Playground. And there is a place for you, here, referring to the readers, to play as well. I just set up the pitch and the ground for the play. I clean the mess and sometimes I make the mess. But mind you, this is still my playground. I may keep it neat & clean or make it as nasty & disgusting as I like. Here are my rules. You may play, but the rules are still mine. Does this post seem rational? It is . What do you care? This isn't your place. Nor your party place. None. You like to stay, stay as long as you want. Party as long as you want. Read as long as you want. 

But mind you, there is a boundary. Everything that happens inside stays inside. This is the rule. No one talks about it outside this boundary. Got it. You got a comment section, fill it. Let you thoughts kill the post. 


You want to speak / tell / criticize / anything, you do it here. Nothing goes outside this region. 

This is the first rule of  TSS  is "You don't speak about this outside this boundary "! 

And the second rule is "YOU DO NOT SPEAK ABOUT THIS OUTSIDE THIS BOUNDARY" ! 



#Inspired

#FightClub


P.S. Does this look familiar. Yeah, Inspired by Fight Club. :P :D (haha) 

An Intended Change.

I have made a list of topics which I want to write. I know, I should have written then by now. But, just because I made a list, it becomes much more harder for me to write upon them. I know, its kinda funny. But, I can't help it. The best way to write is to not to select a topic. So all my upcoming posts will be changed. It will never be the same. I have been Insane. I know. My insanity shouldn't lead to a conclusion that I am totally insane. I will prove that I am insane and will also try to prove that I'm not, at the same time. So I am thinking of changing the performa of my blog. Totally. I will be including some things which I haven't seen and imagined. And these are the most common things happening in the world. Well, its a start. Don't actually know where it may lead. I would be glad if I succeeded in writing perfectly, well if not perfectly, at least fine. So, the upcoming posts will be random and totally imaginary. Though I created a blog especially for this. But what can I say, I don't actually know what to say. Well, now I get it. I will start over here and will continue over there when I think that I am faring well in my new dimension. 




I call it the advancement of Insanity. Never mind if you don't read or read. I don't really care now. I used to. I used to wait for the people to comment. I used to wait for the people to read what I had written. I am getting over it. I am no more the same guy which I used to be. Now I am feeling like I am the "ROCKSTAR" when I am writing. And hell with the people who criticize. Who told them to read? And one more thing, I am not forcing you to read any of my posts. So you would be much happy if you left it in the early phase, else you would end up with a severe head-ache. That was a head's up. Just that you know.





Hmm, this was a quick post. There will be much more. And one last thing to all this, that I am changing the topics of the upcoming posts to totally random and rather insane topics doesn't mean that I am leaving the earlier non-sensual which I had been writing for the past three year (approx) . NO. Not at all. This new venture, what I it, is just like an added bonus to the people who are trying to waste (my apologies) spend time over here. Let's see if they like the newness with the insanity of not. And don't forget there is always a comment section over here. When I am writing insane, probably I would be getting much insane comments. And yeah, I am actually ready for all those. Bring it on. 



Regards
The Writer

Self-Moralizing.

Dear Self,

Don't you think you are over-reacting and over-acting at the same time? You write, that's well and fine. Why do you have to tell in every post that you suck at writing ? You make a post entirely for that purpose, and dont mention in the remaining posts. Well, now that people know that you suck and you have made plenty of space for them to think the same. So buckle up. Don't mention about writing in the future posts. Okay? If interested, people will read. If not they won't. Just that, you write that you are not good at writing in the beginning of each post doesn't make them read or leave. Ok? Got the point ? And what the hell do you care about the people not reading your blog? Nothing, right ? You too know that people don't read your blog, so that makes it clear that you don't have anything to worry about. So, chill. Tuck it, and let the words do the disaster. What do you care? And what does anyone else care? 




Sincerely,
The Writer.

Self Moralizing.

Dear Self,

Why are you singing songs loudly in SILENT MODE? The songs you are singing need to be loud enough. They are called HARD ROCK. So, shout, enjoy the rhythm, live it. ROCK IT. 


Sincerely,
The Singer.


P.S. : The shortest post ever. :D 

Overwhelm.

Dear Self-Overwhelming People,




You really suck at giving advices. Unfortunately people like are you are everywhere. It seems like the world is filled with advisors. You may be good at something or even know some stuff, but you are not god. MIND IT.  And what with some of the people, don't they understand simple ENGLISH or sometimes Hindi. Seriously, can't help those people. You are good. GOOD FOR YOU.  I am good too, "NOT AT ALL GOOD FOR ME". Being good is just a criteria for getting the works done. You want something, you ask it immediately, not planning when how to return the favor. Seriously, you don't want to return any favors also. And If i lend something, I have to ask it back myself. You don't even minimum sense to return it? I really dont know what to call you. 

And seriously, you are good at advising. But please don't give advices to me. You are good to yourself, not me. You really suck. And one more thing. "MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS"! You wont accept facts. You live with your own dreamy-creamy shitty world of yours and pretend you know everything. I really pity. Actually, I don't.  And what is with you guys? I seriously dont get your nerve. Buckle up. Sometimes its better to keep your thought to yourself than trying to be over-smart ! And what is up with you, why do you want to comment on the status which I post. When I am MAD, I seriously don't give a sh_t what you say / think. 

Again, Mind Your Work, if its not your area / workplace. 


Sincerely,
Advised one.


#iDontNeedYourAdvices

Struggle.

Where do I start ? I kept on thinking for a long time where and how to begin. Do beginnings really matter, when... what I am about is write isn't good. But a formal writing is considered to have a good beginning to catch the readers' attention. I have been following this mantra for quite some time. Really, I did try my best. But the fact that whenever I try to create such an impression, I utterly fail. Like this one. Nevertheless, I am on the good side because no one reads. :P .

Time is an elusive thief. I read it somewhere. Its really nice and a thought provoking line. Well, atleast I consider so; or lets say I use it the most. You got me. Well I will get down to the matter right away and leave you some time for your work. But Seriously? Are you still here ? [ lol; really? Please dont be such a stubborn person. Go to facebook and check the notifications or you can even play farmville ]. Thank god, you left me alone to my thoughts. I am telling you this is some crazy sh_t I am writing; call it stupid, idiocy, weirdness. I accept all kinds of abuses. Because I am in such a mood. The reason? Well, it is kinda complicated, but isn't that hard to tell also. Hope, you would understand if you read this in entirety. [ Dude, you still here. Com'on man. Okay fine. Your wish! ].   


As the monsoon swept the dizziness of the sky and made it splendidly vibrant with all the clarity, it was a matter of time that it was about to end. The reason being inadequate and irregular rainfalls. Nevertheless, the rains are refreshing though. It is a matter of time, that it ends so quickly without even giving you the time to feel its splendid presence. Whats' next then? The winters. Winters are chilly. If you ask me whether I enjoy this season; I still dont have a valid reason for not liking it other than wearing overlays of clothes to protect us from it. The nights are totally amazing, as I wrap myself in the coziness of the blankets and sleep like a baby. But this is not what concerns me. These seasons are eventual. My concern is about Life. What the hell is this  Life? Life.. hmm, has many meanings. Define it then? Thats what I am telling. Its a definition-less entity.You may find one in an Oxford dictionary. But does that really help with what you are? So, let me ask you: Who you are? What do you want to be? What is  you ambition ? What is you goal ? What ... ? What ... ? Questions !? Too many questions and too many answers. Is life just about asking as answering?

To give a life is as difficult as taking one. We cant give life to each and everything. But we can sure destroy or preferably say take life in this context. Isn't life a life-long struggle? Yes o No ? Be honest. Keep you opinions to yourself and think about it. And I was talking about people struggling, which most people do unless you are born with a silver spoon or you have a Empirical-Ancestral background where you have never ending money ($). Well whatever, Isn't it hard to live? The life long struggle to earn, make someone you love happy and even the people loving you happy and for your own sake. That's what Life is, right? I actually dont know, hence I am asking.! Life is the pleasure in the simple things; sometimes complicated also. Its the sweetness of the struggle when ultimately when we succeed, we are at the top of the world like No one  else in the whole world. Because there was an element of extreme hard-work. Life isn't just a god's gift. Its a responsibility. Don't you think? I think it as such. But the problem is that I never felt it like my responsibility. Thats why may be I am so stubborn and too idiotic. Have you read the newspaper? I sure know, you did. But I didnt. Anyways, have you seen the successful people profile? Arent the most famous and richest person drop outs? Now, imagine a situation of a drop out student in the present time, though he has the same caliber and the imaginative ideas as them. My opinion is that he might as well succeed but as high as them. Even if he does, it will take 2 lifetimes for that. Seriously, think about it! How much long does one have to struggle for survival? Survival in the sense not only food, also including the mere luxuries. By the time one does, isnt he too old to enjoy the same? Time decides when happens when. We decide what happens when. But by the we do realize we feel suffocated, drowned in despair, heated discussions fly around, heartbroken, extreme pain of tension, and so so so so so things. Well, Isn't this the Life we are talking about? I am quoting my own line here which I already wrote in the above lines, "Isn't Life a Life-Long Struggle"? Just ask yourself. I don't want you accept it. Debate about it. Also, I am not telling you to go with the flow. Just think for a moment. Well your decision doesnt depend on what I tell, do they? So, just a wild thought about it. When life is such a tiresome struggle and probably a never ending formula, I do sometimes think, Is it necessay? Is it really worth it? Everytime I asked myself, the response which I got isn't that good to hear. What else can we do ? Just end it ? Woah, woah ! This is at extremities. But, its a nice thought though. When the mind isn't well versed with the habit of working hard, how can it possibly think out-of-box things like this. Impossible ! As I said, its a nice thought, I am adding a little more to it. Whats better : A life of lifelong struggle ? or A short life with a little struggle? Now this is at extremities. Anyways, another wild thought of the daily innumerable meaningless thoughts.


What good is a failure, if you haven't learned from it.?
What good is an idea, if you haven't thought how to apply it.?
What good is knowledge, if you don't know where to apply it.?
What good is a dream, if haven't found a way to make them true.?
What good is money, if you aren't satisfied.?
What good is an education, if you aren't using it for the greater good.?
What good is a success, if you haven't worked hard for it.?
What good is a life, if you haven't struggled for it.?

Did you take this post seriously.? You shouldn't. Because it doesn't contain anything serious. Well, this was on my mind for a long long time. Haven't got enough time to write. And moreover, this isnt the complete idea I had. Just a small part. And believe me, I cannot write the whole thing. :P . 

P.S. : Told you, This is a weird post. One of the worst. And the one in the italics at the end is a modified version of something I had collected earlier. The original one is totally different and much better than this.
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