Tuesday, 6 December 2011

some worn out pages from my diary_1

some day july 2009



Life to me is a ruthless half baked cake... Its stingy sticky ... and yet most people prefer to cal it a cake.

there are candles to add beauty and wafers to sound the crisp.... but the cake is all mess...


life to me is a matter of half the dreams, half the success... and half only the mental peace...
and i wanna convert all those halves to full...
and one more thing I've now found out... behind all those halves ... there are half the attempts.. half the seriousness and half only the required dedication....

but may be that's how life is... or may be thats the way it is supposed to be...

IN ORDER TO CHANGE THE FLAVOR OF YOUR LIFE.. EITHER CHANGE THE DISH OR CHANGE THE RECIPIE.
dish.. is what the fuck u live for... and recipe is, how the fuck u live for it.

waiting for a second chance... to start my life afresh...
waiting for the doors of opportunity to open up, forgetting that before the doors of opportunity open up, they need to be knocked.

god no doubt gives a second chance, but only to those who grabbed the first one... coz for all others the second chance is nothing, but the first chance itself...

I am terribly in love with myself..as most people often complain... but that's no big deal. no one on this earth can dare to love someone else... all we love, and all i myself love, is my happiness. even if u love someone... its just that u feel terribly good in his or her company... even then you are craving for your happiness itself.

but thats my life from my eyes...
u'll still find it a lot fuller and composed than yours...
and before i end.. there's one more thing that i wanna say...
or i think i should leave it.... 'coz before every before.. there is a before...