"You seem so familiar. Have we met before?"

-A Diary

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When Destiny awaits a Yes!

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It’s Just a matter of Resilience

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Why is life so boring?

Hi,

The thought of life being boring is one’s own perception. Its a way the body wants to say it needs to do something different from the routine. If you feel your life has become boring, try out something which is out of your routine. If you are unable to find something, the web would be of a lot of help. There are many amazing things to do in life. Make the most of it.

Cheers!

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Brain Jam

I think I think and think a lot! What I think is not I think I think. To think of thinking is what I think. But, I think it all and yet not think That, thinking to think is also thinking And thinking of thinking makes me think Why do I think a lot to think?

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The Bizarre Catastrophe

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Melancholy

When happy, we are more worried about how long it is going to last rather than enjoying it. When sad, we keep thinking how sad our life is rather than trying to make it happy again.

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Shame

“You are fit for nothing”, he thought to himself as the glass shattered, falling from his hand. The cut on his wrist was nothing compared to the scar in his heart. It was not unusual, that he thought himself to be impeccable and neither was his fault in it. After all, everyone is expected to be perfect. Poor soul, he could not understand that imperfection is perfection. No one ever told him. Only if he knew, another smile wouldn't have been lost forever.

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The Complacency

“And Timothy died of pnemonia.” She closed the book and addressed the class, “This ends our dictation class of today. I give you ten minutes. Check your spellings and punctuation marks. Today, I'm going to award a Gold star to those who will not have any mistake in their paragraph and if I find even a single mistake, you will be getting two black stars! So, check carefully and then come for the evaluation.” Back on one of the benches, Kenny rigorously started searching for any mistake in her paragraph. Line-by-line, she read, very carefully, ensuring the commas and the full stops were present appropriately. She wanted to be the first one to get evaluated and while walking to the teacher she was already imagining her page sparkling with a Gold Star! “Kenny, are you sure that you have written everything correctly? You still have two minutes left.” “Yes Ma'am, I'm sure I've checked each and every line.” “Very well, then.” The teacher returned her notebook with a smile. Kenny curiously opened the page only to find a Black Star! She was devastated. Everything was correct except for the last word. “You are a brilliant student Kenny, but you need to be more careful and use the time given.”

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The Peepal that left me alone.

There used to be a peepal tree in front of my house. It was huge and was full of big, fat, green leaves. Whenever I would go out, I would stare at this giant fig wondering if there lived any ghost on it. It was a belief that massive trees were home to the evil. But, as time passed, I slowly started developing a liking for that tree, especially its leaves. Being an artist, I wanted to make something out of those gigantic and beautiful curvy leaves. Every morning I would remind myself to pluck some leaves out of the tree, but at the end of the day I would always forget to do so or due to some or the other reason I would not be able to pluck them. Before going to bed, I would promise myself that I will do the job next morning without fail. As usual, I would be in the same state every other night.

One fine day, the first thing I remembered after waking up was to pluck those peepal leaves. I grabbed a basket and headed straight to the tree without even bothering to wash my face before stepping out of the house. To my astonishment, I found there nothing else but a big stump and there was no sign of the other part anywhere around. It was all gone in just one night! When asked about what happened to the tree, my neighbours told that it was cut down last night as it was causing inconvenience to the people around due to its long branches and big fat leaves which would fall off every now and then and they were tired with the entire raking job. With no option left, I returned home empty handed and extremely sad with the incident.

As long as something is right in front of your eyes, you keep delaying the job. But, when you are ready to do it, that thing may not be there anymore.

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A Random Page from my Diary

Too many ideas building up in the head at a time, it suddenly crashes down leaving behind only the trash. The lyrics I read, it was so simple and easy to understand with no heavy words used anywhere. The song was awesome! I just hope I can write and compose something like that someday. The video, it was so inspiring that it brought me goosebumps while watching it. Again, I just hope I can create something for my country and help in its development. Sometimes I feel I am at the wrong place. I should be leading a crowd somewhere but, I’m stuck here studying something which I am not at all interested in learning. Writing records, just copying from some source without understanding anything because you don't have much time, not taking viva-voce seriously are all symptoms of disinterest. Mind is diverted to something else. It is interested in doing something else at that time. If it is not allowed to do what it wants to do, it is not going to do anything else properly; even the routine work it does will get affected. Back in the washroom, I got an idea of writing a poem about myself, how I can relate my behaviour to that of my country’s. It was a nice idea though. But I lack the skill, the artistic talent of playing with words. I have a very weak vocabulary for it. I need to improve upon that thing first. Only then I can be a good writer. Then, now I got an idea of painting something on that piece of cloth I got from her. I couldn't even do that. I did not have much time. I wasted a lot of it doing nothing but staring at this idiot box like an idiot waiting for that message which never came. Anyways, it’s time now. I have to go to bed. I'm already too late. Tomorrow is a big day. I have my sig-net lab. I guess this week I'm going to have my viva-voce in both the labs. I better sleep now. Otherwise, I won't wake up tomorrow. Good night.

 I think I should stop bothering for no reason. The best way to set myself free from it is to let go. I can't force someone into something into what they don’t want to do.

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My first Time-lapse video

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Young Friendship

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In the midst of those days when we had no idea what life meant and those days when we became too busy to give time to life, there was the time when we were too curious to know what actually life meant. Teenage life has always been the most exciting and also the most vulnerable to depression. It is the time when we want to be in the limelight. We want to be the popular face and enjoy boasting even about the smallest thing we did yesterday that seemed too cool to us but at the same time are most conserved about our fears of facing the world confidently.

Friendship, at this point of life, becomes the most important component of life. We never let go of the chance to brag about the thousand friends on our friend-list. We like to be surrounded by friends all the time. The choice of friends we make at this time adversely affects the kind of future we are going to have. We like the company of friends so much that it makes us think that this is what life is all about, hanging out with the chuddi-buddies and going crazy 24/7. Somewhere between all the exuberance, we start forgetting about the other important aspects of life. Our family, education, everything else becomes less significant as we get high on friendship.

But, every hangover has an end to it. The time when we realise that we are no more considered by the so called friends of ours, it takes us no time to shatter into pieces. Life seems meaningless. We curse ourselves and take all the blame on ourselves for whatever bad happens. We lock ourselves from the rest of the world and it becomes next to impossible to open up once again. Fear becomes the boss and we succumb to its slavery.

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Do You Know?

What is the difference between yesterday and today? It is not only the time time that has changed, but your thoughts too. The way you think today is not governed by you, but by the people around you. When you were a kid, you did not care about what people would think of you. You were free back then. You are as enthusiastic as you were then, but now, you are scared, scared of being humiliated by others. When you were a kid, you just entered the battlefield, fearless, bold and not affected by the feeling of victory or defeat. Everything was new to you. You wanted to learn and you did learn, not in the first go, but by losing and learning from each failure. You did not give up. You tried until you mastered it. But today, you wish to win in the very first attempt and when you don't, you tag yourself to be a loser for life. You are scared to try again. The shame on your face keeps reminding you of that failure. You give up even before you start!