I am back..Yes..I am back on the track after some days of total despair when i had given up on everything and had accepted my defeat.I am back with a promise to myself that this time i wont bother about trivial issues and will not give up this time nomatter what may come.
So here i am starting afresh again at a new place with a new set of people as my companions and this time, the place is Hyderabad..yup..A few months ago, i would have laughed at the idea of leaving Delhi. Me...leaving delhi..out of question..That was my belief.
But i was wrong.Be prepared for the unexpected.This is what i have learnt lately.Life is so unpredictable. It throws surprises at every end, at every step you take. Just be prepared and flow with the winds of change.Go with them wherever these winds may take you.There will be something good store for you.Just have faith in yourself and never have second thoughts about your capabilities.
I was so stupid that i had started doubting my own abilities.I thought that maybe i was disillusioned about myself, about my own capabilities . i had lost faith in myself.
This is the worst thing that can happen.Losing your self confidence..Come on..You cant do this to yourself but i was stupid enough to do that ...And yes, it caused me hell lot of trouble.
But now i am back and i am very clear this time about what i want.And i wont lose sight of that .
So here i am fastening my seat belt for a new rollercoaster ride with a promise that i would cheer at the turns and would shout my lungs out on the lows and yes,i wont give up this time.I will fight back ... : ) : )
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
It hurts..
It hurts to see your dream dying a painful death.
It hurts to watch those ferocious winds of time playing with her ruthlessly.They toss her up in the air from one side to the other as if she is some crumpled, dry, lifeless thing.They rip her apart and down, she comes crashing on the floor after fighting with all her might with the hostile winds.
There she lies, writhing in pain, tattered to pieces. Taking her last breath ; weak and fragile .
And you stand there as a mute spectator of the whole show , watching your dream die. The dream that you had nurtured in your heart with so much love and passion . You had marvelled at her beauty and she brought so much joy to you.She grew up with time , gradually becoming stronger and stronger.She was so spectacular but it took only one fateful moment to do the job.
Now she lies on the ground, ready to embrace death.Once she had flown high in the sky on those magnificient wings of hope and aspirations.
Tears well up in the eyes coz it hurts.
Yes, it really does.
It hurts to watch those ferocious winds of time playing with her ruthlessly.They toss her up in the air from one side to the other as if she is some crumpled, dry, lifeless thing.They rip her apart and down, she comes crashing on the floor after fighting with all her might with the hostile winds.
There she lies, writhing in pain, tattered to pieces. Taking her last breath ; weak and fragile .
And you stand there as a mute spectator of the whole show , watching your dream die. The dream that you had nurtured in your heart with so much love and passion . You had marvelled at her beauty and she brought so much joy to you.She grew up with time , gradually becoming stronger and stronger.She was so spectacular but it took only one fateful moment to do the job.
Now she lies on the ground, ready to embrace death.Once she had flown high in the sky on those magnificient wings of hope and aspirations.
Tears well up in the eyes coz it hurts.
Yes, it really does.
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