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A pause…

To make a note of things going on…
To remind myself of everything that I was doing.

After I returned to my den, It all seems new—I mean, I was surprised to find soo much time, all for myself. I rejoice it. I rejoice having the opportunity of making a choice as to what I would do with my time… I haven’t been wise in using the freedom, but still, This is enough to boost me up. This is enough to
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Was just away to talk to my friend… I mean, write to my friend.So I lost track of what I wanted to write. But what was already written–Hmm.. I think its worth noting down.

Its so strange, I don’t feel the need to write any more today!! :-)

Back to my work!!


Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

College day!

When the celebrations began, I decided not to involve in ANY event– Right from inauguration till the last program.
The next day, I gave myself an exception..I told myself that I would play mixed doubles in carroms and nothing else. Then the number of exceptions became three–I added my name to the participant list for teams cricket and Treasure hunt…

That didn’t end there either!

Now I am the coordinator for the entire cultural programmes.
I am the one who takes care of lists, schedules the events, coordinates the activities of the participants of all batches–I dont know what else I need to do bearing the title of a coordinator…

I didn’t want to participate…I have no interest, absolutely no interest, in participation. I dont know the reason…Or perhaps I know–I think I can give two explanations though I am not sure about the right one among them.

Firstly, I am not ready to lose time. I want to study. I want to put as much effort and time as possible into my academics. I want to improve, desperately, and I wanted to invest every moment possible for its very sake.

Second cause, probably, is depression. Or inferiority, perhaps! When I sat down to think what I can do, I got no answer. I didn’t feel like participating in any competition. I was sure, cock sure, that I can do nothing. I was not even sure of striking a coin into the hole when I was playing carroms. I was gloomy all the time, all these days…. Perhaps, I would be right if I say that i didn’t dare to participate.

but now, I dont regret.
I have given myself enough time to stay gloomy.
I have given myself enough time to ponder over worthless thoughts
I was patient enouth to tolerate silly excuses.

I will no longer let everything go on like this.

To fail is not a sin.
To fail to try is a sin. An unforgivable sin.

I am happy now that i am involved in the job.
I am happy that I , now, realized that nothing is worse than being idle.
I am glad that I will never ever again feel like staying passive. I dread it.

I am back again!!

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Lost mixed doubles. Because of me, I know! Too many minuses on the verge of victory–Its all my fault… :-) . Desh dissappointed :-(

Teen’s cricket or team’s cricket, I dont know! With all its stupid rules, Our team– (of 6) with me who never knew how to hold a bat, won the game against our juniors–when 3 of 6 in the opponent’s team were players of our college’s main team!!

Treasure hunt: Managed to chase 16 clues out of 21 before someone made it to the end! Too far from the goal!!!

In addition,
participated in slow bike race. Lost, ofcourse, but happy :-D

III yr!!

Ha!

I forgot to post my marks!!

ENT : 66%
Ophthalmology : 66%
Community medicine : 61.5%

I dont know what to speak about them.
I expected something worse. I wasnt sure if I would be able to make them to 50%.
I know nothing. I’ve learnt nothing…
I’ve forgot the existance of a process called learning.

I’ve ceased to exist.
I’ve ceased to see find beauty in life.

This is its end

Strive to be perfect

Today taught me a lessen.

I had always been questioning myself ‘What’s wrong in being as I am now?’
I got an answer to it today.
I got to know whats really wrong in being like this.

The problem is not with making mistakes.
The problem lies in rationalizing, and ignoring them.
The problem lies in not attempting to correct them.
The problem lies in not trying to be better.
The problem lies in the tendency to taking no care about my next step.

I will work on it.

One must try to be perfect.
I know it is an ideal condition..But trials must never cease.

Discovery!!

Its as if I discovered something!

Discovered…
That I have done nothing!!

Its surprising..
But still..It is true.

Done nothing.
Know nothing.
Learnt nothing.
Created nothing.
Spoiled nothing.

:-)

Ha! Ha!

This is the begining!! :-)

My love will get you home by christine glass

If you wander off too far, my love will get you home.
If you follow the wrong star, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.

Boy, my love will get you home.

If the bright lights blinds your eyes, my love will get you home.
If your troubles break your stride, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.

Boy, my love will get you home.

If you ever feel ashamed, my love will get you home.
When there’s only you to blame, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.

Boy, my love will get you home.

If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.

Boy, my love will get you home,

Boy, my love will get you home.

my love will get you home ~ christine glass

Some crap.. may be.

Don’t know what is happening.
But it’s true…And I don’t want to stop it.
I want to let everything go on…May it gift me prospects…or lead me into everlasting devastation.

Beneficial or destructive doesnt matter. Well, Nothing really matters to me now.
NO…It matters. But I want to convince myself that it doesnt matter

I think I have learned to live with it.
Live with pain
Live with frustation
Live with disgust

tTo be more correct, I have learnt to live ignoring the pain and disgust…

I think I have learnt to stay moving on despite pain and desgust…
It would be correct perhaps if I say that I am trying to learn… … …

Well everything is new.
Everything is as if I am new here.
It is as if I have never been here before…
I want to move on.
I just want to keep moving on…

I am mad.

Perhaps its an excuse…

An excuse to explain all my failures
A reason chosen to rationalize my inabilities

I dont want excuses
I dont want regrets
I dont want to hear the stupid phrase ‘I could have been better”

I hate it.
I hate incapability.
I hate incompetence.

I hate dwelling in guise of excuses.

Will…

Will
Is strong.

Stronger than might
Powerful than fate
Reliable than fortune

Will
Is the core of existence.

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