Confused and reversed

Jiya se Jiya - A R Rahman

2008-12-23T15:04:00.003+05:30

Lyrics:

Hai udo re udo re udo re udo re udo re
Hai
Udo re umang
Bina dor ke patang
Ek dusre ke sang
Judd gaya jiya se jiya
Jiya se jiya
Jiya se jiya
Jiya se jiyaaaa

Koi gaaye dhun
Koi naache chun chun
Koi kahe sun sun
Judd gaya jiya se jiya
Jiya se jiya
Ambar se surtaal barse, Gulbar se gulhaar barse [2]
Judd gaya, re judd gaya
Jiya se jiya, jiya se jiyaaaa

Yahaan ke pal pal mein
Dil ke darpan mein
Yahaan dagar dagar mein
Gaaon mein shahar mein
Prem har ek palak mein, har ek palak mein
Prem har ek jhalak mein, har ek jhalak mein
Judd gaya jiya se jiya
Jiya se jiya
Jiya se jiya

oooooooooooooooooooo

Udo re umang
Bina dor ke patang
Ek dusre ke sang
Judd gaya jiya se jiya
jiya se jiya
jiya se jiya
jiya se jiya
jiya se jiyaaaa

Koi gaaye dhun
Koi naache chun chun
Koi kahe sun sun
Judd gaya jiya se jiya
Jiya se jiya
Jiya se jiya
Jiya se jiya
Jiya se jiya

All's well that ends well!

2008-12-12T21:57:00.002+05:30

Every beginning has an end! Why can't the end be like the beginning?

Why is it so, that whenever your time to smile arrives, there is a wind of unhappiness?

When the night is followed with a new dawn, how does the dawn end up into the night? Or is the day of happiness just too short?

How do people assume that a person's view of a glass being half-full or half-empty makes more difference to his life that his ability to see at all that both the glass and its contents exist?

When death is so inevitable, why does everyone seek a good way to die?

Why do I question, when I know no one can answer these for me!

Rock it all over again! :)

2008-11-22T12:20:00.003+05:30

Bleed it Out!

Lyrics:

Yeah here we go for the hundredth time
Hand grenade pins in every line

Throw 'em up and let something shine
Going out of my fucking mind

Filthy mouth, no excuse
Find a new place to hang this noose

String me up from atop these roofs
Knot it tight so i won't get loose

Truth is you can stop and stare
Run myself out and no one cares

Dug the trench out laid down there
With a shovel up out of reach somewhere

Yeah, someone pour it in
Make it a dirt dance floor again

Say your prayers and stomp it out
When they bring that chorus in

[Chorus]
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away

I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away

I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away

Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away

I bleed it out
[End Chorus]

Go stop the show
Choppy words and a sloppy flow

Shotgun opera lock and load
Cock it back and then watch it go

Mama help me I've been cursed
Death is rolling in every verse

Candy paint on his brand new hearse
Can't contain him he knows he works

Fuck this hurts, I won't lie
Doesn't matter how hard I try

Half the words don't mean a thing
And I know that I wont be satisfied

So why try ignoring him
Make it a dirt dance floor again

Say your prayers and stomp it out
When they bring that chorus in

[Chorus]
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away

I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away

I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away

Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away

I bleed it out

I've opened up these scars
I'll make you face this

I've pulled myself so far
I'll make you, face, this, now!!!!

[Chorus]
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away

I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away

I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away

Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away

I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away

I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away

I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away

Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away

I bleed it out
I bleed it out
I bleed it out

Rock it!

2008-11-22T12:07:00.001+05:30

Been a long while since posted anything.

More songs and this time some fiery ones! :)

Lyrics (for you to sing along :) )

I am a little bit of loneliness a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints but I can’t help the fact that everyone can see
these scars
I am what I want you to want what I want you to feel
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you, to just believe
this is real
So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I got

[Chorus]
(I can't feel the way I did before)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)
(Time won't heal this damage anymore)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)

I am a little bit insecure a little unconfident
Cause you don't understand I do what I can but sometimes I don't make
sense
I am what you never wanna say but I've never had a doubt
It's like no matter what I do I can't convince you for once just to hear
me out
So I let go watching you turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I've got

[Chorus]
(I can't feel the way I did before)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)
(Time won't heal this damage anymore)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)

(No)
(Hear me out now)
(You're gonna listen to me, like it or not)
(Right now)
(Hear me out now)
(You're gonna listen to me, like it or not)
(Right now)

(I can't feel the way I did before)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)

[Chorus]
(I can't feel the way I did before)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)
(Time won't heal this damage anymore)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)

I can't feel
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
Time won't heal
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored

Nice songs!

2008-08-18T16:54:00.002+05:30

Yeh kahaan mil gaye hum - KK

[ Yeh kahaan mil gaye hum..
Yeh kahaan mil gaye hum..
Aasmaan bhi.. lo has diya... ] 2

Har nazara bhi... Khil gaya...
Parbaton ke raaste.., rasto pe hum.
Chahto ke vaaste, Chahto mein hum
Chal mere sanam..

[Yeh kahaan mil gaye hum..
Yeh kahaan mil gaye hum..
Shayad ruthega sara jahaan..
Gham ke chayegi.. Woh badaliyaan...
Bahakega ye jahan, saath honge hum
Aaye na woh durriyan, paas honge hum
Chal mere sanam

Duniya se hai bhala ye samaa...
Deeware dale na darmiyaan....
Dilwalon ke liye hai sazaa
Dekho na, phulon se mehka gulsitan
Gungunati hai hawa, saath gaye hum
Dolegi nadi jahan, bahte jaye hum
Chal mere sanam

Maanaa hai pyaara ye jahaan
Tumpe thahare fir bhi nigah
Dil mera darta hai yahaan, har lamha
Tumko na khodu jaane jaan
Paas mere aao tum yaar har janam
Jism badalenge magar.. ruh wahi sanam
Chal mere sanam..

Yeh kahaan mil gaye.. hum
Yeh kahaan mil gaye.. hum
Harr nazara bhi khil gaya
Parbaton ke raaste, rasto pe hum
Chahto ke vaaste, chahto mein hum
Chal mere sanam

Aasmaan ke - KK

Lyrics
Asmaan ke hain saare taare,
Hai Mera chaand kahaan.
Ankhein hai num, Dil mein hai gham
Ho kuch to rehem khuda!
OuouOO Oo Mere Pyaar se Mila...
OuouOO Oo Sun Le meri dua...

Hai char dinnn zindagiii,
Gum hai Bepanaah...
Yeh dil mera kho gaya,
Dard-e-be-dawa..

Berang hai... Mera jahaan..
Kismat meri... Sajaa zara...

Asmaan ke hain sare taare..
Hai Mera chaand kahan..
Ankhein hai num
Dil mein hai gham
Ho kuch to rehem khudaa
OuouOO Oo Mere Pyaar se Mila..
OuouOO Oo Sun Le meri dua..

Chaahat ki rasmon ko..
Hum nibahye jaate hain..
Isqh ke dard ko sehte.. hain..
Aahon mein Ashko Mein
Raaatein guzre sanam..
Imtehaan sab de chuke abb to dede sila
OuouOO Oo Mere pyaar se mila ...
OuouOO Oo Sun le meri dua...

Dil-e-Nada Maane Abb Na
Yeh zidd pe hai yahan
Chahton ki de Nishani
Ya mita mere nishaan..
Berang hai mera jahaan..
Kismat meri sajaa zara..

[OuouOO Oo Mere Pyaar se Mila...
OuouOO Oo Sun Le meri dua...]2

Tu jo naa aayi.....

2008-08-18T16:27:00.001+05:30

Quite an old song, but seem to still have some novelty in it! :)

Especially with the new people singing it. ;)

Teri yaadein - Song + Lyrics

2008-08-12T19:14:00.004+05:30

:) Back after a real long time. Nothing original at the moment. However came across this nice song : Teri yaadein from the serial Love Story

Here are the lyrics:

Teri yaadein, mulaqatein, wo raatein, aur baatein;
Teri saansein, wo baahein, ab mujhko yaad aaye.

Tere bina mera jiya, sataaye kyu piya, yaadon ne teri mujhpe, ye jaadu kiya re.

Teri saansein, woh baahein, ab mujhko yaad aaye;
Woh aadaon, ki ghataayein, mere dil ko chhuu jaaye.

Pyari, ye duniya saari maine, hai tujhpe wari, dilne, mere dilne tujhse yaari, ki baazi haari re...

Mere khayalo mein, (khayalo mein ....), bas tum.

Meri nigahon mein, (nigahon mein .....), bas tuum.

Waapas aa jao... mere paas, tum sadaa, waapas aa jao.

Mere paas, tum sadaa ....

Suuna, mera jahaan bhula, main hun kahan jaana, hai jaanejaan, tera rahun...

Piyaaaaaa .................... (piyaaa.....) .........wapas aa jao.

Mere paas, tum sadaa, wapas aa jao.

Mere paas, tum sadaa

Piya tera jiya .... (Piya tera jiya...) .....Piya tera jiya .... (Piya tera jiya...)

Tuuuu hai kahaaaan ....

Tera karun intezar, tu mere dil ka karar;

Itna hai aitbar, maanunga naa main bhi haar...

Hopefully, this song brings me back on track! ;)

I am right, when I am wrong

2008-05-10T13:00:00.002+05:30

The tide is long gone past, when you realize that there was a tide in the first place.

Precisely the same goes with time.

Life passes beyond your expectations and brings up the past too.

Moving to the future looking at your past may seem wrong, but it is quite right. After all, the past is in the future.

Where is the present? The ephemeral present is an illusion, bridging the past and the future.

One needs to realize that the present is a state where you need to take hold of your past and set a course for future. Neither are exclusive.

Aamir Khan in RDB said "Ek pair hamara gujare hue kal pe hai aur ek aney wale kal pe isiliye hum aaj pe muut rahe hain".

Am confused and reversed. I'd say "Hum aaj pe toh khade hain lekin gujare hue kal ko dekhte hue, aane wale kal pe muut rahe hain".

Long live the future of the past. :P

I know I am wrong, but then I am right, when I am wrong. ;)

Listening to Life!!

2008-04-09T13:12:00.002+05:30

There are these special days, when you wake up with a severe hammering going on in your head. It feels quite disorienting, however you force yourself to ignore the obvious and move on.

The banging and clanging within the head doesn't stop. All you do is push it to the background.

Why don't you once ask - "What's Wrong?" Ohh!! Asking that pains a lot more. Doesn't it?

If you did pay attention to your head once, you'd find something really cool.

It's your life, desperate to give you a piece of your mind! :) Confusing ain't I?? ;)

How do you listen to it? Obviously go out into the rush of things and babble on, till no end and then drop dead tired. :P

Hmm.. well am really trying to figure out what my life wants to say. :(
Haven't been able to uncover a single clue, but yea, am listening and listening to quite a large amount of information. I guess, I haven't heard my life before.

Wish you luck for your tryst with life! :)

Personality Types

2008-04-04T22:59:00.002+05:30

http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp

Interesting thing about finding out your personality type. However, I get varying results each time I do it. ;) Dynamic personality??? :P

Current Personality Type:

ISFJ - Introverted Sensing Feeling Judging

Strength of Preferences:

Introverted - 33
Sensing - 25
Feeling - 12
Judging - 1

The Portait of the Protector (ISFJ)

The primary desire of the Protector Guardian is to be of service to others, but here "service" means not so much furnishing others with the necessities of life (the Provider's concern), as guarding others against life's pitfalls and perils, that is, seeing to their safety and security. There is a large proportion of Protectors in the population, perhaps as much as ten percent. And a good thing, because they are steadfast in their protecting, and seem fulfilled in the degree they can insure the safekeeping of those in their family, their circle of friends, or their place of business.

Protectors find great satisfaction in assisting the downtrodden and can deal with disability and neediness in others better than any other type. They go about their task of caretaking modestly, unassumingly, and because of this their efforts are not sometimes fully appreciated. They are not as outgoing and talkative as the Providers, except with close friends and relatives. With these they can chat tirelessly about the ups and downs in their lives, moving (like all the Guardians) from topic to topic as they talk over their everyday concerns. However, their shyness with strangers is often misjudged as stiffness, even coldness, when in truth these Protectors are warm-hearted and sympathetic, giving happily of themselves to those in need.

Their quietness ought really to be seen as an expression, not of coldness, but of their sincerity and seriousness of purpose. Like all the Guardians, Protectors have a highly developed puritan work ethic, which tells them that work is good, and that play must be earned-if indulged in at all. The least hedonic of all types, Protectors are willing to work long, long hours doing all the thankless jobs the other types seem content to ignore. Thoroughness and frugality are also virtues for Protectors. When they undertake a task, they will complete it if at all humanly possible; and they know the value of material resources and abhor the squandering or misuse of these resources. Protectors are quite content to work alone; indeed, they may experience some discomfort when placed in positions of authority, and may try to do everything themselves rather than insist that others do their jobs.

With their extraordinary commitment to security, and with their unusual talent for executing routines, Protectors do well in many careers that have to do with conservation: curators, private secretaries, librarians, middle-managers, police officers, and especially general medical practitioners. To be sure, the hospital is a natural haven for them; it is home to the family doctor, preserver of life and limb, and to the registered nurse, or licensed practical nurse, truly the angels of mercy. The insurance industry is also a good fit for Protectors. To save, to put something aside against an unpredictable future, to prepare for emergencies-these are important actions to Protectors, who as insurance agents want to see their clients in good hands, sheltered and protected.

Mother Teresa, George H.W. Bush, Jimmy Steward, and Tsar Nicholas II are examples of Protector Guardian style.

Who has the time to read crap :P ;).

Biking n Life

2008-03-20T21:36:00.002+05:30

If you have ever gone biking, you shall appreciate the beauty of dynamic stability.

A four-wheeled drive, simply lacks the charisma of a bike.

Speed is not the essence of driving.

The splendour is in control.

Life is much like biking. You skid at times, sometimes the brakes squeal and sometimes you end up in ditches.

And then the cruise is so beautiful, that all the past pain is thrown to the winds which bring immense peace to the soul.

Sometimes you fly across hurdles, the super human effort that takes you places in life.

The turns are routine and yet each holds a freshness within. You may come to a bend everyday of your life, yet it isn't the same. The dynamism of biking just can't let a turn be the same on any of the day's.

That's what I like about life too.
Each day is new.
Fresh like never before.

Some days I fail to notice the freshness. Other days I just don't seem to lose the novelty of the day. It lingers till no end.

I don't know why, but life's just quite like biking. [Or maybe biking's quite like life ;)]
Who cares!! I enjoy both the same!! :)

Wat nxt??

2008-02-24T22:34:00.002+05:30

Life's moving just like a roller coaster ride!! Up, Down, Round and Round!!

But am hoping this one to be a little different. Not the regular roller coaster where you end up right where you began, but one that goes on and on and on till the end...

Roller coasters seem so interesting... the thrill of weightlessness, the fear of a drop down the abyss, the world turning upside down ... ohhh that's so much like life! :)

This post is just to remind myself that I am passing through a wonderful bend in the journey, a fall here, a lift there and yet it's fun everywhere. I don't know how shall this all end, but I really wish that this would remain a never-ending bend!

Choices?!?

2008-01-20T00:30:00.000+05:30

There is this queer issue that crops up now and then.

My shoe size is 9, but quite often a shoe of size 8 fits my foot perfectly and then there are times when size 9 seems a tad small for my feet.
The entire universe seems to conspire against this poor soul, out to select the shoes that fit him the best.
Some people crave for choices all their life and I ... I am reversed. I hate choices.

I'd rather relish a particular flavour of ice-cream rather than look at choices and desire the flavour that my brother has chosen.

People often confuse choices with an aversion to change. (Oops, I am the one confused on the contrary.)

Change is quite distinct from selecting among choices. I believe that change doesn't give you options. Opposing change is opposing the inevitable and those who are averse to change, merely make a mockery of their vocabulary.
Change is never an option and rather a given.

So going back to my aversion of choices, it stems from the fact that by some rule of nature, I shall get precisely that, which I don't want. Poor me!! :(

Choices are for those who aren't either confused or reversed or both. Well … certainly not for me.

I am unable to figure out, if I should stick to the shoe size for my subsequent shoe or the fitting. It may seem obvious right now, but when the choice stares you right in the face, somehow the obvious turns oblivious.

Risk

2008-01-20T00:26:00.000+05:30

To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To place our ideas, our dreams, before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk despair. To risk is to risk failure.
The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, and is nothing.
Only a person who risks is free.

---Anonymous

Liked the quote a lot. Says too much about me.

A person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing and is nothing.

Can't Post!! :((

2007-11-16T22:48:00.000+05:30

Its been ages since I could get a post aboard.

Am I busy? Maybe, though not much certainly.

Am I bored with life? Certainly not.

Am I bored of blogging?? hmmm... Naah. Just not able to figure out what to put here.

Never mind. I am back!! Let's c for how long do I last!! :P

The 8RF Game

2007-06-30T17:59:00.000+05:30

Tagged by Twilight Fairy

Rules:

1. Players start with 8 random facts about themselves.
2. Those who are tagged should post these rules and their 8 random facts.
3. Players should tag 8 other people and notify them they have been tagged.

Hmm. About myself!!

1. I analyze every second I exist, Beating up my mind every second with my fist. (Limp Bizkit-Take a look Around).

2. I am never more confused than when I am sure.

3. I am somehow stuck with the belief of 99% Inspiration and 1% Perspiration to gather the Inspiration.

4. T, t and more t is what drives me. Ohh, I meant tea.

5. I love to Procrastinate until nothing is left. [I wonder, how did I respond to the Tag so soon. ;)]

6. I love writing, but the effort of thought before writing, puts me to sleep, so I usually don't end up writing what I actually meant.

7. I can't comb my hair till date! :( Maaaaaa [It's as if my hair tracks my behaviour to the r. I just can't set it right, but my mom seems to always get it the way it should be.]

8. For once, I seem to know myself a lot better. Thanks for the tag Twilight Fairy.

Ohh man! This seems unfair. After such a heart wrenching affair, now I gotta churn out 8 other bloggers.

1. Confused Kannadiga
2. ADJ
3. Hiren
4. Mystic Ranger
5. Odysseytocypher
6. Wordsmith
7. Charanya
8. Sthupit Girl

Yipee!! :) Friends to the rescue as always!!

Something is empty!!

2007-06-06T18:20:00.000+05:30

Why is it so often that life seems a big void? A void inconcievably huge and realistically insurmountable.
Is life a void or is void a life??
Is void a question or is it the answer?
I wonder why, with a mind filled with a void.
Ouch!
Do voids have an end? Or are ends void?
Is loss a void or is void a loss?

Confused I am again in the nothingness of a void.
Blissful is this confusion for once,
Now to resurface, the void doesn't have a chance!! :)

Strange!!

2007-06-01T20:51:00.000+05:30

Something's strange and very queer,
How come I have an all new fear?
Life's taking on a new direction, I don't know where,
But for once, its hardly that I care.

Colours seem new, like I have never seen before,
Thoughts, dreams and ideas, I suddenly have galore.
Its only me or so I feel,
And something's helping all wounds to heal.

Funny it is that I write this,
But for once, distance seems bliss.
A defining U-turn this has been,
One I had never imagined to have seen.

The sky has never ever seemed so blue,
And why is it so, am still searching for a clue.
Wondering hard, what strange thing's happening to me,
I hope, just hope that I remain me. Let's see.

Thinking Hard!! ;)

2007-05-23T17:52:00.000+05:30

When the wind blows and the stars shine bright,
Sometimes there is this golden light,
That emanates from the nothingness within the mind,
And answers to many a question, one can then find.

Churning emotions and a pained soul,
Something in the heart is burning a hole.
Flustered hopes and withered dreams,
Yet that light unscathed gleams.

Just pay sufficient attention to the light,
Like the stars of Bethlehem, it shall guide,
To a place, where questions melt into answers right,
And the mind takes off on another endless flight.

Why am I doing this to myself?

2007-05-19T22:27:00.000+05:30

Why do I do what I shouldn't? Why do I end up where I mustn't?

Why do I think, when the mind is numbed? Why do I breathe, when the end is certain?

Why do I see, when fathom I can't? Why do I try, when succeed I can't?

Everything that glitters isn't gold. Is this is right view to hold?

If gold wouldn't glitter, what would it be called?? Or would no one be so enthralled?

Have I really grown so old, or do I refuse to leave my childhood?

Incoherent!! Why am I doing this to myself??????????

It has been a real long time!!

2007-05-17T21:07:00.000+05:30

Events - these make or break lives. I wonder what's happening with me?
Well there are just two kinds of events- hazardous events and the extremely hazardous events.

Was going through a combination of the two, hence the delay. But I am back with a vengeance and am pretty sure that now the third event is about to occur - a calamitous event!!

Enjoy the show!

The End

2007-04-23T22:32:00.000+05:30

Why is it that one hurts them the most, whom they love the most? And the ones who hurt one the most are again the ones who love one the most?

Strange life is, and stranger it becomes,

When strangers turn important ones.

Hard is the fall, whose rise never was,

Simple is the death, whose life never was.

Pain has its way all through the life,

Leaving only strife, strife and yet more strife.

A despised existence is the only way to be,

When with open eyes you just can't see.

Pretensions die hard, just as they should,

Hate wins the race by miles, as if love just stood.

Numbed are the senses to the obvious,

Attuned one is, to the oblivious.

Failure is the success in its true being,

Or is it just in the matter of viewing.

End it is, of a phase that once was,

Killed it has, a perspective that once was.

The End is a beginning of a dawn,

A dawn, not marked by shine, but gloomy darkness on, on and on!

Incomplete!

2007-04-21T01:04:00.000+05:30

When fire meets ice, what gives way?? The ice melts to put out the fire!!

Why does a blind man still SEE the world with a different perspective, though a sighted person loses his perspective rather too soon?

How long does one survive to just get to the border of living?

When something breaks, and afresh a person wakes,
Can one ever realize how high are the stakes?

When something gives way, and life tends to sway,
Why does it have to be all, on that one defining day?

When pain overruns logic, and it seems all is tragic,
Why does one hope to still see some magic?

This is as complete, as complete can be,
'Cause complete things are sometimes, just not meant to be.

Destiny!!

2007-04-09T11:08:00.000+05:30

Are our lives determined by destiny?

Or is destiny governed by life’s meandering ways?

When one wakes up with a splitting headache, after a complete night’s sleep, is it destiny at work or will destiny be the result?

Walking on the beaches of time, a look back either makes one smile or a tear rolls down the cheek.

Was the look back destiny?

Was the smile or the tear destiny?

Was the past itself the much wanted destiny?

Destiny……… what are you? Where are you? When are you? How are you? Why are you so elusive?

Destiny isn’t in missing your bus. But it certainly is the choice between cribbing or walking all the way or waiting for another bus.

Destiny isn’t in realizing you love someone. But it certainly is the choice between letting the other person know or despising yourself or just giving up.

For once, let me conclude. ;)

Destiny is what one knew of the future when seen in the past. It is neither made by our actions nor is it written a priori. It is merely an observer. Just the same as the common man in R. K. Laxman’s cartoons.

Make what you can of your life, destiny shall follow!!

Does life love U-turns?

2007-04-07T00:10:00.000+05:30

Why is it that dying to live and living to die are so much the same yet so different?

Why is it that pain is always accompanied by joy, though they may be experienced by souls afar?

Why is it that life seems to take a U-turn just when it seems to be moving forward?

The ephemeral sands of time always seem to slip ever faster, when the grip is tighter. A success is meant to be followed with a failure. Happiness is meant to be followed by pain.

A look from the other side of the glass is certainly more blissful.

Pain being followed by happiness, failure being followed by success and a faster paced life being a lot more enjoyable.

But how long can one survive the insanity of being brought back to where one started. Or do the twists and turns make one so delirious, to miss the panoramic view that follows alongside the long and winding road of life?

Every cloud has a silver lining they say. But why doesn't every u-turn lead you forward? Or does it? Is the step that seemingly takes one back, actually a step forward? Or what seems to be going forward actually taking away the truth of life?

Could life be bribed to be the way it is wanted to be? Or has the deal been struck, oblivious to the eye?

Can death be better than life? Or is living a way of the dead?

Is life the option or is it death?

Imagine:

You board a bus to head to a destination far off. Midway, the bus takes a U-turn. What do you do? Sit and hope that the U-turn is a part of the journey? Get off the bus, immediately 'cause you are sure to end up where you began? Or just focus elsewhere, a direction which you may or may not ever take?

Thinking hard is not an option, but hard thinking is and hardly thinking even more so.

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