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December 26, 2009

of december , realisations and positive resolutions...

When someone you had considered most genuine lets you down, that is when it hurts the most.
but the good thing is---along with the bitterness and regret, also comes an elimination of priorities and ironically an equal fairness in life.
Sometimes when you keep ignoring the thousand signs which come your way, life decides to impart one final hard blow which is much needed to knock you back into your senses and teach you that nobody is different...

and its only when that happens, that you realise that its YOU who needs to be indifferent!!


The rose coloured glasses are off and this time around ive crushed them for good!
and to my surprise, i think it has made me completely at peace with myself and reality!

In hindsight maybe i should have crushed them a long time back---they just blurred the whole picture...
'pink' is a pretty colour but life has a whole lot of other shades too!

so cheers to all the others

cheers to the 'new' me that december 09 has managed to bring around by putting to rest some issues in its own ironical little way.

and last but not the least, cheers to life!

Lets hope 2010 is a good year for all of us.
my wishes for the festive season and a wonderful new year ahead..


love and regards to all the genuine people in my life!!

December 17, 2009

a quick note

sorry for not being regular on here..Life has been a frenzy of events lately---some which are better off not explained.
one thing i can say is that this month has seen the heights of quirkiness in me to the extent that the only person who faced the maximum brunt of the quirkiness has declared me 'insane' and im sure im going to be stuck with that label for a long long time to come...sigh!

december has already shown me the 'trough'..
am looking forward to the 'crest' now..

keeping my fingers crossed,

cheers!!

December 05, 2009

HOPE
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by: Emily Brontë (1818-1848)

HOPE was but a timid friend;
She sat without the grated den,
Watching how my fate would tend,
Even as selfish-hearted men.

She was cruel in her fear;
Through the bars one dreary day,
I looked out to see her there,
And she turned her face away!

Like a false guard, false watch keeping,
Still, in strife, she whispered peace;
She would sing while I was weeping;
If I listened, she would cease.

False she was, and unrelenting;
When my last joys strewed the ground,
Even Sorrow saw, repenting,
Those sad relics scattered round;

Hope, whose whisper would have given
Balm to all my frenzied pain,
Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven,
Went, and never returned again!