Hell i am back with a new post, and this time around it is not about war,nor Obama.It is about My selves and what i think i have been doing with the agelimit of mine,which optimistic people call "LIFE"
I have been put on this earth to do things which "Muggles" could never have dreamt of doing. I am born to lead the way and to achieve everything. I am better than anything or anyone who has walked the face of the earth. I am the ultra capable person who can overcome all odds and emerge glorious no matter what the circumstance may be. I am something.I am somebody.I am everything.
THIS WAS THE TRAIN OF THOUGHT I HAD HALF A DECADE AGO WHEN I WAS STILL A BRIGHT EYED KID IN THE SCHOOL WITH WORLD AT MY FEET. FIVE YEARS DOWN THE LINE THINGS,PEOPLE,CIRCUMSTANCES AND EVEN I MYSELF HAVE CHANGED. WHAT I THOUGHT THEN SEEMS SO CHILDISH AND IMMATURE NOW AT THIS JUNCTURE OF LIFE.
There were so many things i could have done then,which i did'nt, just because i was too full of myselves as a son,student and friend. It never occured to me that perhaps i was not as good as i thought myselves to be. Today i write this as a still-unemployed-final-year-student who has been harping to himselves, about himselves, since time immemorial.And now has cometh the judgment day.Now i face destiny.
I feel so bored in life and in-body. With everyone around me doing something or atleast looking forward to be doing something in the next 6 months i idle away my life blogging and downloading. I dont have a speciality,a trait or a characteristic which could set me apart from the crowd, i ain't dexter and have nothing to call mine on this planet,save this conscience and soul, both of them which i have come about to dislike and hence, now disregard.
There are many things i want to do. I want to get a tattoo, learn to play the guitar, get myselves a couple of dogs , perhaps write a book, travel to 5 international locations in one fiscal year, bungee jump, drink beer with my buddies sitting on a couch with not a bloody, F@*^#@G worry on my mind. There are social and professional wish lists also but i guess beggars ain't choosers.
This is not the end of the world. I may be sounding like a 45 year old man,with a beer belly who is still unemployed and who calls his wife's couch his home. I am not that.(The thing about the beer belly may be true) I am a confused 21 year old,hale and hearty and happy, to-be-engineer-during-recession who has come about lately to start thinking about what are his future prospects. This post was written because he did find none. But he wont take no for an answer.
God have mercy on the people who ridiculed me, who rejected me and also those who did'nt tell me i was great. It could be a late homecoming, a late awakening, but make no mistake i aint goin down not fighting destiny. I could be down now, but god and his people, make no mistake i am not out. I swear to make a life out of this shithole i created for myselves. One day i shall read this shit and exclaim "Destiny did take a turn back then.But later it sure did come back on track!!!"
"THE CHOICES WE MAKE,NOT THE CHANCES WE TAKE,MAKE UP OUR DESTINY"
2 comments:
hey no worries shriram.... u r great n u always have been..... always loved what u stood for n honestly the time spent with u all was i gess the best part of my life....woundn't trade it for anything else...... grt blog and keep it going man.... looking forward to ur next 1 :))) imran
IF you can figure out how to sit on the couch and drink beer with out a worry in your mind let me know...I am 12 years older than you...and I haven't figured that one out.
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