1242 BST
20-02-2009
Once it used to be a daily job…
Now, well, I don’t even remember when I did last time…
Life changes, faster than one can ever imagine… good or bad… right or wrong… happy or sad… joy or sorrow… whatever…
Sometimes I wonder, what exactly is the objective of a man’s life? Some vie for success, some live for their emotion, some die for their career, some simply to live… me? Don’t know? May be to do what I enjoy doing!
Is it necessary to have one?
Oh, it is my first in the year 2009, probably! I used to be good in them, may be still am! The style changed, at least in this one … I would like to acknowledge the person who once wrote, “Memories are like retained snapshots.”
What is the objective of writing? Is it putting down explicitly what you want to say? Or is it carefully articulating mundane affairs into artistic illusions with the aid of flamboyant yet elegant phrases? I would prefer the latter one, a writers’ inner pleasure…
Switching to the subject I intended. Like life, writing never goes according to the plan.
I’ve seen people compete to become “The One” in every aspect of life. Are they happy? Not at all, jealous at others’ every success, spending nights pondering why someone else got better results and hurling through days doing whatever needs to be done to achieve the goal, at the expense of self-respect and dignity, if required. I’ve seen people putting emphasis on how they feel no matter what logic says… act a fool… act stupid… act irresponsible… feel the heat (or heart)… life goes on…
My life… well, I’m happy, with what I get… no regrets for my past actions and decisions… no regrets for what if… Try best; live with what you get… Life is beautiful and the beauty is in the eye of beholder… you need to see though… Be grateful for the lessons you’ve learnt… I’m, for all of the lessons and experiences, truly I’m…
And Life indeed is beautiful…
1411 BST
28-02-2009
