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To,
Mr.Anonymous,
who ever you are, nice of you to muster up your courage to comment on my blog, but if you were daring enough you could have written your name along with your comments.
I really pity you for not being born with proper understanding skills. Sad you don't even seem to understand few posts I blog. You should have read the whole post before you commented.
I donot feel ashamed of blogging my way anymore. If you are on a mission to discourage me, have your way, but don't get disheartend cause you cannot suceed. If you still don't understand what I typed here, I advice you to simply find another place to vent your darn feelings.
Donot pretend to be someone. I do know who you are. I could have blogged shit about you, but the difference is I am humane.

Lastly, Get a life and get out of mine.

peace,
Snigdha.

To be or not to be?

♫ After ages, am on the computer typing away furiously.For the first time(after years!),I am kind of happy and relaxed.I've been pretty busy with myself. Struggling to keep myself along with my classmates, and yeah trying to prove am worthy to be in that class after the great separation!My other new job is studying people around me. I am not boasting, I don't have a reason to boast about anyway, but the fact is, it's some serious fun if you are able to read the other guy's mind. Aren't we all born with this trait? Well never mind, all I know now is am pretty easy at life, and I badly need grades to keep me focused on "The Goal!"☻

My thinking hasn't changed. I wonder why I only question? Why don't I answer?

Why do we tend to get attracted to negative things than positive ones? (Now now...stop saying you are not in that category.We all have this problem.C'mon!).
Isn't that like THE BIG PROBLEM? I know. I am the victim. I came across a read nice article the other day. Why is negative so attractive? Why does everyone love being emo?
Why do we want to prove to somebody we just met 5 mins ago, that we are one of those guys you'll never meet again?
Why do we pretend? Why do we feel happy when the guy we dislike is suffering?
Reminds me of a kid from my class. Poor thing. It isn't really his fault for having this ADD syndrome, maybe all of us have this, in limiting levels though. Anyway, originality is like the best asset one can have. I am proud I am original.(o.k I've found the only reason I could be proud of!)
Why do we give up easily? or should I write...Why don't we give up easily?

There are a few situations we are familiar with. And most of the times we know how it ends. In fact, I found this very strange. It's all in our mind. You don't need an astrologer, you don't even need some guy to foretell you your future.
When ever we attempt something..we all know how it would end. It may either end in a disaster or a celebration. The thing is, none of us want to see how it ends. At least I don't. I always expect miracles to happen on the spur of the moment. Why? I could never sort that out.

Am I a question bank!? φ

I am not one of those bloggers who go on preaching shit, half of which they don't follow. I am one of those who really blog anything and everything they find fascinating, of course fantasies differ.I blog because I like blogging.

Now, when people tell me, rather drop anonymous notes or messages that they find my blog weird...for that second, I feel sick. I feel I shouldn't have started it. I feel I am being judged cause I blog 'my way'.
Half of me is already fed-up, and ready to give up. But the tougher half is not ready. Every morning , as soon as I wake up, the first thing I think of is being Independent.
But that's the last thing I think of as soon as I get into my college.
Schizophrenic? Weirdo?

Uh..whatever! Let's move on to the cheerful side of this post.

The other day, I was googling and I found this poem of Rudyard Kipling. Most of us know it. But how many of us understand it and apply it in our lives? The same poem was printed and given to my dad by his professor, and I found it in between his certificates,that was how I was introduced to this brilliant writer, poet. As far as my dad tells me, he says that poem changed his attitude. :D let's take a look at it anyway.


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 impostors 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 worn-out 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 breathe 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!

-Rudyard Kipling.

This is one of the best poems I ever read. Anyway, I guess this answers to all my questions. :-D

Life's normal. I'll be back with another episode. Till then, let peace prevail. ~God those blasts in Delhi sent a chill through my spine!~

The end of the world?

"The earth's going to blast!!" was the first thing I heard when my kiddo-sister woke me up.
Strange, I thought. Though I didn't believe a word of what she said, I always wanted to be the last one alive to see the remains of this planet. I know, Impossible.
The best part is, an end could also be the beginning of something. The same day our class bugged the physics lecturer to explain how exactly the "Big-Bang" experiment works. By the end of the class, I knew 2 things. 1-The process and how the experiment would be conducted.(yes, it is not that dangerous to wipe out life on earth.)
2- The class would be divided. (: no connection I know!)
That was seriously the "big-bang" nobody expected. The excitement about the experiment, the anxiety, the fear of dying (lol!) , everything vanished for a while when suddenly this lady-in-charge walks into the class, clutching a piece of paper, and began reading out names!
Uh...15 kids who scored well in the previous exams were separated from the rest of us. (o.k I know I should have worked pretty seriously!)
They put us in this crowded classroom, a pretty sick one, which includes a few sickos, cobwebs on the corners, dust on benches showing nobody sat over there for ages, and yeah broken window panes on the floor!
Oh yeah. A place where one cannot survive without bitching!
Two things were very disturbing. One was the classroom and the other was this gloom on the faces of my friends.
Why are we humans so attached to emotions ? Why don't we take things as they come to us? Why do we say '' I don't care'' and still cry deep inside? Why do we appear as if nothing happened even though we are struggling to remain stable inside? lastly, why do we act like we are appreciating someone totally, even though we are biting our heart inside? Why do we pretend?
Why?
That was it!
Two of my friends left to that class. One was a hard worker, totally chilled and fun to be with. She was the butt of all jokes but somehow found herself enjoying all the jokes. The other was a hard-worker, born with too much of brains, you will notice that as soon as you see him lol .
Though I was closer to this brainy guy, I somehow didn't want the other one to go. She was fun.
Now, as we are all sure we will survive, even though the experiment was started almost like 31 hours earlier I still didn't recover from the bang I faced the other day at college.
Why did they shuffle us? Why did they prevent us from talking to them? Why are they so insane?

Is this discrimination? What sort of?

Anyway, this surely can't be the end of life. Obviously it is a new beginning. Let's hope I prove myself.(why do I repeat this sentence always?)

There were a million questions buzzing in my mind. I don't know if that is natural but the thing is, each one of us has a different side. A side we never want anybody else to know. A side we hide within ourselves, but why? Because it could either be one's weaknesses or one's strength.

All of us have an awefully good side, we don't usually show. Why?

Why can't everyone accept the win-win situation instead of win-lose ?

I don't know if I'll receive my answers though I prefer knowing them myself through my own doings. Frankly, that day left all of us shocked. Reason 1: We missed our previous class. Reason 2: We were happy the way we spent time in that class.

Now, nothing seems to be exciting. Every thing is a bore. Why can't we accept change? :-(



I don't even know why I blogged it. That was the only thing I could think of, and that is the only thing I think of. . I miss that girl who was fun to be with. I miss lunching with my friends, happily chatting away. I miss fun! I miss my best friend.It isn't the end of the world right?I hope it isn't.