Ironically?

" Every man in the earth possesses some share of intellect, large or small; and be it large or be it small he takes pride in it. Also his heart swells at mention of the names of the majestic intellectual chiefs of his race, and he loves the tale of their splendid achievements. For he is of their blood, and in honoring themselves they have honored him. Lo, what the mind of man can do! he cries, and calls the roll of the illustrious of all ages; and points to the imperishable literatures they have given to the world, and the mechanical wonders they have invented, and the glories wherewith they have clothed science and the arts; and to them he uncovers as to kings, and gives to them the profoundest homage, and the sincerest, his exultant heart can furnish -- thus exalting intellect above all things else in the world, and enthroning it there under the arching skies in a supremacy unapproachable. And then he contrived a heaven that hasn't a rag of intellectuality in it anywhere!

Is it odd, is it curious, is it puzzling? It is exactly as I have said, incredible as it may sound. This sincere adorer of intellect and prodigal rewarder of its mighty services here in the earth has invented a religion and a heaven which pay no compliments to intellect, offer it no distinctions, fling it no largess: in fact, never even mention it."-Mark Twain -Letters from the Earth

Getting used to life

when it decides to take a halt in the wrong place at the wrong time.Ironically it feels good to finally reach a stage where I can distinguish between the movies and real life.Life no more is a gamble of infinite possibilities but a set with limited elements. No more do tag lines like 'nothing is impossible' inspire me rather sometimes frustrate for misguiding the young blood-making even the possible impossible!The sudden increase in heart beat is nothing more than a change in biological functioning.Panic attacks no more create panic.There is no falling in or falling out for anything.Quixotic terms take a back seat and decide to remain limited to the movies,songs and books.Its no more a do or die situation but only bat on.

what exactly is 'good' as in good or 'bad' as in bad??

where do the real definitions exist? who verified them and who finalized them?
are the below definitions correct :
good : things which i don't want and so i want u to have them?!!
bad : things which i want and so are the one's from which i want u to keep off !!@@
Holy lord tell!!

Black or White?

That's all,is it?
Does the resultant of any process be summarized as right or wrong-black or white?
Is there nothing between the black and white,if so then what about red,yellow,green....do they not exist? or it does not matter............hmm

How does it matter?

If in the end you are the one who has to give up ,just because somebody else does not want to try.How does it matter whether you had it all or none?

Was I fasting or something???????

It seems the account gets inactive after 90 days...
Does it?why does it? why should it not?..............
......Whatever it is it does also mean that i have been inactive on the post for more than 2 years......("what was I doing? Why am I not writing anything?"!!)
Well one does write when one thinks about something and also thinks so much that it has to be thrown out into some other medium of expression (blog probably is one of them.....)Or no...probably one did not think so much about writing it down?and m I that 'one'??Or no was I on a 'No-thinking at all' diet??

What nonsense???

The Lucky loser..............

I always blamed myself for being lucky and not being extra talented.Just hated myself for having a mediocre life,no extra outstanding talents as such.Seriously naive,mundane life.How much I tried to prove,not to others but to myself that i have that outstanding quality ,that spark in me,everytime I tried i failed.The more I tried ,the more nervous I got.at a point in my life I declaredthat I was that common person in the crowd,the sheep in the herd not even the black ship!I am not and I never will be that rockstar of the century.Because nothing uptill now nothing had happened in my life had proved that.Yes there were some turning points,achievements,but they did not satisfy me because that was not exactly what i had always yearned for.

But inspite of all this craving for being a winner and the struggle to get out of that loser coat I still had a good life.Leaving aside this part of life,life had been good to me.I never had to struggle really hard for my survival as such.I was blessed with a secure life,protective parents,caring siblings and a good friends circle.And still I am crying for being a loser.And I don't mind to do the same for the rest of my life.....what difference is it going to make if I keep on doing so.The world will remain same and so will I .But then just while doing the usual cribbing business ,for a moment suddenly a question just popped up for no reason and it was not supporting my sucked up ,failed life.It stated that why was I even blessed for??If i had born in a poor family or devasted country ,it would have had been far more better.I would have had atleast got a reason to struggle and I would have not got struck in this horrible vicious circle of faliure attitude.But no I was born lucky, left out free do what I wanted to.Not many restrictions,no fears apart from that stupid loser thing!May be there is areason for this too.......may be I was not suppose to spend my time in improving myself but should spend time in improving something else............may be I was born lucky to make others lives lucky........I can go n help the needy.........and there are many who need that ray of hope in the dark world of their's......life is more than what I think....the happiness in there eyes may be will make me free......don't know but this thought soothes me and keeps me away from that loser ghost ,,,,,,,,,,,,,wat say????

Am i being mean or selfish????trying to help myself out by helping others............but then i m just another girl in pursuit of peace ...........of mind................

'WHY'?

Time and only Time waits for nobody................................................
and i still dare to waste it.........................
only God knows why...............
Will i ever know why am i doing so???????
Will i ever stop doing so???????????
Will i ever stop using so many ????!!!!!!
And above all do i have to keep on talking about myself?
Why is the 'I' in the spotlight?
Why is it 'always' in the spot light?
Why can't I look around?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why can't i stop asking why of all things?
Is there life beyond this 'why'?
Will i ever get out of this vicious circle ?
Will i ever post a sensible blog????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Will i ever know where i started and where i ended up?
Does this blog make any sense???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I guess 'no'
but again 'why'!