Dear All,
I am in the process of improving my blog. I am adding a few new widgets that I think looks good. Please comment liberally and also use the shout box to let me know what you think of it. Theres also an aquarium way down at the bottom. You can feed my fishes by clicking on the white part. So just browse around and keep rocking...
Good Life :)
Feb 10, 2010
And then I realized
Finally I have arrived at the conclusion that all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. How you ask? Read on…

Feb 9, 2010
What we believe is true
"No matter what they tell us,
No matter what they do,
No matter what they teach us,
What we believe is true."
There are times when things don't go the way you want it. They often go exactly the way you don't want it. Feels like the principles, belief, faith, everything is a shit. But if what they say is true, then whatever we have believed so far, thought so far, lived by so far, don't hold any value. That would mean we have been a living lie all this while.
No matter what they do,
No matter what they teach us,
What we believe is true."
There are times when things don't go the way you want it. They often go exactly the way you don't want it. Feels like the principles, belief, faith, everything is a shit. But if what they say is true, then whatever we have believed so far, thought so far, lived by so far, don't hold any value. That would mean we have been a living lie all this while.
Keep the flame of faith burning. Let your belief be stronger than the strongest thing in the world. Shit happens. Shit happens all the time. But it is because of this shit happening that our faith is strengthened. So be thankful to it and walk the path called the journey of life, undeterred.
Feb 6, 2010
I Inspired
It gives a real good feeling to see that what you do is at times liked and adored by people around you. It is liked by them so much that they go to the extent of saying - 'you inspire me'. And such is a story about a friend of mine who had 6 first loves and 2 true loves(thats what he Claims - at which i exClaim). He doesn't drink, he doesn't smoke, he has no such "bad habits", and girls dig him. I wonder how. But thats not what I am writing about. I a writing about how what inspired him and how.
He went through mine and Sid's blogs when we both were wasted and lying half dead on my bed. He followed a few more links to check out more blogs, and found that we actually write good stuff without ever intending to do so. We just write what comes to our head right... and not a literary masterpiece - well not always at least. And this is what he liked. The thought of being able to document what's on top of your mind so that later on when you are in all your senses, you can retrace and enjoy all those moments once again. Over and over again. As many times as you want. Like I still enjoy reading my post about earning money and the one with ghosts in it. I cherish those moments. They are an intricate part of my elaborately ugly past, which is as of now lost somewhere, at times intentionally oblivious to me. But I still cherish them.
And Sattu was sold on this idea. He started his own blog which you can find here. Hope this turns out to be a good experience for him. I am sure it will be. After all, he was inspired by me(too :P).
The night that was
Yet again, I got drunk, spoke crap, did a whole lot of 'harkat' but at the end of the day, for the first time ever, didnt sleep. Been awake since yesterday 8am. That like 24 hours now(WOW!!) but it was good, enriching and fun with all the different kinds of people i was with. Not one had similarities with the other. 3 totally different characters, different types, likes, dislikes, motives, relations blah blah blah.
I am awake not because i was doing something, but just that my bed was occupied along with my blanket. So couldnt sleep in the chill. now that its morning again, i am wondering if i should go to sleep. I chatted with total strangers all night. Most were weird. So was I, I guess. And what else do you expect from a guy who was almost half asleep but didnt sleep just because he wasnt allowed in his own house?
Sweet sleep sacrificed for friendship... the night that was.
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