And I slipped again..

Roaming about in the town for a quick weekend shopping spree, a feeling of loneliness engrossing yet again. Living a life out of Pandora's box! Away from family, away from humanity and civilization. There is everything wrong about the ambiance around. I dash out of the supermarket for a breather. Everything seemed so insanely organized. I was in no man's land and I was as volatile as I am now. Freaked out thoughts displaying its brutality all over again. And I started murmuring a song, don't have an idea why but I did.

Alright then I realized about the 'blast from the past'. I was back into the murky world of my pathetic past, dirty deeds and drunken drives. Such a moron I thought I was. I won't let it, do I? No point dreaming to reach Pluto when you know it is actually loads of light years away! But yes it happens frequently, if you say hourglass is frequent... I march ahead like a soldier out on a mission, entering another shop. Glanced here, glanced there; nothing amused... definitely in mars I yelled within. Then this song strikes instantaneously when I we stare each other...

Reverberating thoughts of the life I wished, all the flare and dreams ... man 'Life is Beautiful' guessed I...

No but, I should not let the feeling capture my imagination. I have been through what is called as 'LOVE' before and I did realize it was just pure addiction than affection. I ran out of the shop consoling a wounded jackssa... it ain't no worth trying to be in a relationship until you believe you need to be. My mind joggling to the tunes as...

saturday raga!

Just when the world seemed beautiful, energetic and so vibrant, my mind was in a recluse. The psychological imbalance had struck again, leading me to ask this common question. Does the human race ever get satisfied? Well the Maslow's hierarchy seems too steep and no sooner am I getting close to become one! Remembering back the days when life was not all about assignments and missed targets, everything seemed natural. Even the candid worries of having to convince your friend for new expeditions or maybe that of a petty quarrel never bothered. And these days even an unanswered call of a friend makes things go wild. Why? Why is there so much pressure to achieve? Do we really care about all these achievements or is it the recognition we are chasing? Even in recognition there are hidden agendas, like that as in monetary enrichment, fame, name or may be pure reward.

Alrite the point I intend to make is that in some way or other we are no less a con artist. We take on roles as the situation may be. I seriously have lost track of who I am. Vague instances of a person that used to be me a decade ago. Surrendered to the whims of this fantasy world, there is very less I can hardly do to be appraised by character and not desire. This my friends is the reality of life, a decade down the line, everything will be as hilarious as it can get.

Have a great decade ahead, cheers. It is a saturday morning and hell yeah I need to suit up for job.... cha tc