Walkin down the road, i dont know why but somehow whenever i sit down to write something this is the first thing that comes to my mind, well im still walkin havent fallen yet , i guess thats why lifes called a rat race cos action is the only thing that u get out there, and can u beleive it thats what we are trying to run away from action.
Though on ythe other side people who r not gettin enough of the action, enough movement , who stopped ages ago , i wonder if they are happy. Probably not.
But then Happiness is such a relative term or is it, i think its an absolute cos when u happy u happy , not measurable not comparable. Yet man with his mad drive for measurement has even measured happiness , im not as happpy as i was, im not as happy as he is. I mean man cmon if im happy im happy if im not im not, i dont think iv ever been a little happy, iwas either happy or disappointed at not gettin what i wanted and getting the second best. Because after all thats not wat i was lookin for. So now its out in the open , it was all fake the feeling of slight happiness. Ecstacy though is another level and i dont think thts comparable with happiness.
Man do i like a good debate or what .
Now that iv wresteled with my self for a bit, i think ill sign out till the next trime i log in Adios.
Friday, March 24, 2006
Saturday, March 11, 2006
MY PAST MY PRESENT
Rudyard Kipling
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
Beautifull isnt it? Well its one of those poems that has pleased me ever since i was quite young, read it in some course book , was impressed by it. I never realised that i had carried it with me, i thought it was still burried there in the old edifices of dying literature.It was only when recently i was talkin to a friend , that i realised how much it meant to me , actually to both of us.
Well things have changed i guess thats wat life is all about , afterall life without change would be so bloody boring. We were a gang once , we were pals , scattered now through out this world, distances unimaginable , forget about travelling them. Every one buisy in with their own life , with their own problems, with their own joys.
Some of us left the past behind and very few of us still live in it. Im not here to criticize either group , cos they r correct on there own stands. Neither am I gonna talk about the path i took .
Well iv come a long way from those college days in these few months , almost 8 id say, i have tasted the bitterness of solitude, and at the same time the joy of being one. It has been a tough joureney but i think somewhere, my perspective of it has changed it dose not bite any more . To tell you the truth its probably the story of half of the population of students coming out of their college working in strange lands. Probably its the life of every working Man / Woman. Well i guess in the end every one lives a similar life , probably mostly dissatisfied lives.
Well i walked into the room one day and i realised i chose to be the way i am , and in fact that somewhere i am satisfied because i am what i made myself. Well you know what i will move on some day to maybe something new , when im bored , not when im dissatisfied because my satisfaction is upto me , not to others . after all lifes too short to remain angry at life
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
Beautifull isnt it? Well its one of those poems that has pleased me ever since i was quite young, read it in some course book , was impressed by it. I never realised that i had carried it with me, i thought it was still burried there in the old edifices of dying literature.It was only when recently i was talkin to a friend , that i realised how much it meant to me , actually to both of us.
Well things have changed i guess thats wat life is all about , afterall life without change would be so bloody boring. We were a gang once , we were pals , scattered now through out this world, distances unimaginable , forget about travelling them. Every one buisy in with their own life , with their own problems, with their own joys.
Some of us left the past behind and very few of us still live in it. Im not here to criticize either group , cos they r correct on there own stands. Neither am I gonna talk about the path i took .
Well iv come a long way from those college days in these few months , almost 8 id say, i have tasted the bitterness of solitude, and at the same time the joy of being one. It has been a tough joureney but i think somewhere, my perspective of it has changed it dose not bite any more . To tell you the truth its probably the story of half of the population of students coming out of their college working in strange lands. Probably its the life of every working Man / Woman. Well i guess in the end every one lives a similar life , probably mostly dissatisfied lives.
Well i walked into the room one day and i realised i chose to be the way i am , and in fact that somewhere i am satisfied because i am what i made myself. Well you know what i will move on some day to maybe something new , when im bored , not when im dissatisfied because my satisfaction is upto me , not to others . after all lifes too short to remain angry at life
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