desire has left my door, and to hope i have long waved goodbye
I don’t feel like blogging under the title of the blog(My Perpetual Pursuit) anymore. I think its too demanding. The whole journey on the life thing is intimidating me. I was, back then when choosing a title for this blog, very high in spirits. As the time went on I think that energy just draft away as much of my other endeavors in life, fuss went all the air.
Would I be betraying with this blog and myself if I just ditch it down here. I would be too cruel, eh? I stand guilty here.
Blogging is about summarily to write and comment about what one is interested in. I come across my interesting things I would like to share here and comment upon, but its just my handsome trait of procastinating and lack of motivation that fails me every time, now and then.
I really don’t understand the weather of Delhi. Its quite unpredictable and contradictory these days, like the city itself, as far as my personal experience goes. For a week, the Sun has been on a hide and seek spree among the clouds which have showered intermittently in their own mood. Western disturbances, the weather man says.
Careless winds blowing across my room making an intruding entry through a couple of windows lay open for daylight to enter. Curtains abiding by the each gust of wind meekly lifting up to make passage. And a beam of light gushes inside for that moment. The temperature is 20°C ish something. A lovely weather to hang out. :-)
ps. Gonna be more regular in posting here. I post here when i ‘think’, else I am just wasting my days involved in meaningless shitty things, killing time.
And just a lesson to self. No matter how shitty situation you are in never never never… give up.
Music bite: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FKi125iqnFg
lol.. post script is going to over run the main post. Thats it.
For past some years I have been more of a nocturnal animal. Beating this routine of life has been a real downer for me, particularly due to my habit of been distracted(or attracted) to stuff. I hate internet, a chain of distractions. I know I have to sleep, I know that I have already wasted much of time today, but every five minutes I will look at the clock and give me more five minutes to cut the crap and so on I continue. The alarm is set but it has also to be adjusted along. As the time time goes on and the night reaches dawn at a particular time when I am only able to get a couple of hours to sleep, I finally force myself close my eyes to sleep. And it would be no surprise when I won’t be able to get up when the alarm goes off, the intensity of my sleep is so much that sometimes I don’t even know myself that I turned off the alarm or incase muted down the volume.
All this process is of lying with oneself or being too hopeful, excessively optimistic.
gave up smoking.. so technically, I am saving 70 minutes of my life per day. ((
“either to be despondent and go just the way failure have tripped me down but the other option was then to stand up and face the challenge I had and infact change this hurdle into a moment of opportunity for myself.”
Days are all counted, as death waits in our ignorance at the end of the tunnel. Some may say to make merry because as it stands inevitable. But closing the eyes from it doesn’t makes a world better place, on the other hands it makes us waste the precious time, some may despise life as a mindless race. Years pass by and times run out, centuries have gone and in a moment some more moved on. Wouldn’t it be enlightening if we rinse of ignorance, pain has to be borne because dawn marks the darkest night always and will. Knowing and discovering each day, and in every now and then, what I am.