A PERSISTENT DREAM. And How my blog is heading to a Crash.

I Kept bungling my mind, (Not the right word for searching wide thorough), Something like tearing apart a place and finding nothing and standing in the middle of the mess and thinking where would i have placed it.

That's exactly how i feel.

No matter how i try to keep up my blog going, yes I'm talking about BLOGGING for a change, I just couldn't.

I am devoid of substance.

Content. Something which i'm passionate about. Something that I have been pulled into. Something I like talking about. And something I'm good at and enjoy doing.

Something which is usually called as "Interests".

Some are real fortunate to have their passions as career.

And Some, still exploring the horizons.

When i started this blog, I liked talking about it and in it. I babbled about all random stuffs. Alas, Randomness maybe me but not my interest.

For a three odd year existence, a Hit it would have been, only if it had been focussed and directional.

Quite Obvious, Nobody likes straying about a maze, just to get lost and find nothing.

My Passions, No clue as of yet.

Dreams are intended to surface in reality someday or the other, Else the memories would make you feel lost, more than ever.

Got constraints or blocks in your hobbies, then there comes your sense of reasoning. Once you know that you have got it right, then make it right.

Life is too short to be walked in dead leaves. 

Memories are great, only when they are of sound moments and not of your unspoken wishes.

I kept my blog generic cos' i was and still unsure of my genre. Well come on, i can't talk of politics or society. Though i have views of my own, i feel that certain topics must be kept to yourself.

Anyways, I will keep looking for it. And as for this space, I'm happy about it's sheer existence, and on my word, I intend to make it a better place to hang out. :-)

Till then, More randomness and Much Life.

THE TRANSIENT MOMENT OF MEMORY. .

This incident happened when i was studying 2nd std ( i guess), well, in my childhood. . This illustration is neither an history nor some great adventure-cum-experience. . and i have no reasons behind the post, except the way i am feeling right now and the contra-memory behind the feeling. .

Dated one and a half decade back, there was a small elocution competition held in my sweet simple school and the topic given was "if i were the prime minister of India". . And i remember making a clear speech that was written by my aunt. . Though the ideas that i voiced out did not originate from my mind, i did feel important when i did the talk. .

The moment of importance. . The moment of confidence and magnanimity. .

I never gave it an after-thought. . Maybe i would have really become the PM by now if i had.. (just kidding:P). . Well, i just realized that the feeling of importance had been illuminated deep inside my heart for a long time. . I realize it very well now, because i feel that i have lost it recently. . though unsure whether i have lost just the brightness or the entire light. .

Hoping to find an answer soon. .

P.S. : Too many questions, and i feel that life keeps going on in the quest for answers, but we stay indifferent to the answers and be focussed on further questions. . In the end, not the solutions but the search that matters. .

THE RUSTY PAGE OF LIFE..

A step down the memory lane,

dark but had a mark.

hope i dont have to step it again,

but glad it came up in my way.

All the worse started,

When someone had a peep into my world,

With an eye of care,

Instead found the devil inside my skin.

Anger and irritation at the surface,

Shame and stain at my doorstep,

Unable to face the outside,

Shut myself inside my own shell...

But only few nights to go,

For the dawn to come..

And when the sun finally did rise,

The shine had so much glare,

Which my eyes could hardly bare..

I still remember, not cherish,

The judgement day of a self-trial..

The day when i burnt the memry pages,

along with the evil base,

And swept the whole stage,

with no dirt at the slightest trace.

In life, choices dont come in single and the ultimate choice which we decide upon, not only makes a turn in life, but also, opens up a new view that broadens our mind and builds our character.

And the most difficult decision is done when emotions are set as alternatives.

Saint is not my attire,

Preaching is not my action,

but as long as my world exists,

Purity remains a passion.

In this cycle of life,

Evil horns and vampire teeth do pop up at times,

But then, perfection is not my plan,

I jus live, and never fail to learn..