You know I'll come right to the point rather than beat around the bush. I have tried writing many times and always failed miserably. Not because I cant write or well that maybe the secondary reason. The primary reason is that I don't know what to write.
I am by birth a cribber crabby at times but I am not very sure if that is what I want to write and read about myself years down the line. To be absolutely frank if I meet someone like me I'm bound to hate that person. I am also a dreamer but you know pining down my dreams seems to suck the surreal part of it. I mean writing makes dreams a little more real.
So what exactly is your problem with the real part you will ask? Well I don't know! Your comments and critics are more than welcome. That's one good part about me or about mirage that I create which may seem like one but is real. My instinctive reaction to criticism is that of censorship, but believe me I do take all of it in. though critical remarks sometimes have leaped their boundaries to just heartless quips. But all that's best of dark and bright they have helped me evolve as a person for good I guess. Man is a social animal so it is said and so I believe in. we need to survive in this world and for that we need to listen. Listen to sometimes what we would never want to but we got to. Yes you will find like minded people and people who accept you for what you are but what's the harm in making the peregrination till you find them a little more amenable. Now that we are discussing how important is the society to me…well I do overrate it. I am reminded of the Billy Joel song "darling I don't know why I got to extremes too high or too low there aint no in betweens". No that does not suffice because it's not always extremes for me but most of the times it is. Take friendship, there were acquaintances, there were pals and then there were friends. Friendship for me is ambit infinity. It goes beyond the scope of words, beyond the rigmarole of relationships and transcends itself to a whole new world- a dazzling point of view. When I call somebody my friend the pragmatism vanishes and what remains is a utopian situation where everything is perfect. It's the F.R.I.E.N.D.S song "I'll be there for you coz you are there for me too." How feasible is this simple sentence is debatable. How many of these ideal friends have I had you may ask. Well picture perfect none but then neither have I been close to what I want in others. However there have been times when they have been there for me and in those times it has meant the world to me. In the end it is always about counting colours in the rainbow every time the clouds so grey go.
Have a nice day!
...not that i have some hideous ideas..but yeah! i'm probably going to say somethin meaner to hurt him.....somebody once tried to edify me about forgiveness and all that gyan and i was like listen dude i really dont go on a killing rampage that i have to be all forgiving.....i just like to beat a person at his "own game".....
