Friday, August 15, 2008

Limit of Love...


Sometimes I wonder I'll never understand the people around me. I'm not writing regularly because I couldn't find any reason why, people would want to know about only my personal views about everything about me. But somehow I figured out that if I never tell anyone about the overwhelming thoughts running inside my mind, I'll die. And I don't feel shame to admit that I am a coward. I am really scared to die.

But there are some things which just cann't be told to anybody. Then my pen helps me. I talk with it.

I never got any single thing in my life with pure luck. Not even friends. I had to earn everything. Somehow, I can't figure it out, but my first impression on any person is very bad. So, people are not much interested to make friends with me. That's why I have to earn their friendship. And that's why I am always scared to loose them. And that's why may be I'm always trying to pull them too hard towards me. And that's why sometimes, this pull of friendship is mistaken with love.

Despite of my misfortune, I never loose faith in the people. It might seem contradictory but I think, somehow it's my fault, why the people fail to understand me. And they are always suspicious about my interions.

Does anyone know what is the exact boundary line between friendship and love? People might know, but I don't. Then how can I understand when I'm crossing it? How am I supposed to know that what I am doing as a simple fun could make someone I think I'm crossing the limit of friendship and entering a territory of love, which is someone else's territory. What should be the code of conduct between friends?

I'm really confused. When people assumes someone is in love. Just how much distance I'm supposed to keep from my friends. Can someone help me out?

I can not bear seeing tears. It tears my heart apart. But somehow, wherever I go, whatever I do, I get to see someone crying. Why it's always me?

Thursday, August 14, 2008

The divine touch in life...


There are some moments in life, when very simple things get a completely new look. Have you ever wondered why this happen?

Again, in very few moments, people are lucky enough to catch the moment for ever. I think this is one of those preserved moment, when just a simple road lamp changed the whole meaning of the people below.

Saturday, August 09, 2008

Beauty Exposer...





There are some people, some peculiar people, who likes me. I don't know if it's good-luck or bad-luck. Maybe it's peculiar luck.

There are some guys who thinks, they need a little extra attention, which nobody is giving. Sometimes, I'm really confused with these guys. Are they suffering from inferiority-complex or superiority-complex. Most of the time I'm satisfied with the fact that, they are better (at least, they think) than other. And they want to be popular among others. These types of people are always trying to get attention from others. You might come across some of these types. (They are not very rare specimen in a world swarming or rather overflowing with people.)

You could meet them virtually in any place. They are the type who are always trying to be little louder without any apparent reason, might have some flashy outfit or flashy outlook. In whatever form you see them, you'll find all off them are doing the same thing. They are shouting, (not with audible sound, with their whole behavior) 'Look At Me', 'Look At Me', 'Look At Me'.

What I usually do, when I meet any of these people, is just ignoring. Then after some tries, they usually get board and angry and leaves me eventually. But some of them are really enthusiastic. They keep on trying.

Some of these people are so desperate that, they can do almost anything for a show-off. Even if, it makes them peculiar, never ever try to make them aware of it. What they will inevitably realize is 'Good I'm getting attention'.

I once made this mistake. And one of my juniors got so excited that, somehow I became something like a beta tester. He digs out many weird dresses and then his prime directive is to stick with me, whole day. Somehow he figured out, I am a popular person. (God knows how he got the idea). And being with me can make him popular. So here he is, always trying to stick with me whenever, wherever I'm seen. (And actually, I'm starting to get popularity. But just because of having a specimen like him). And he somehow found out my Blog. (I'll shoot the bastard who gave the address). And now I have to take his picture every-time he wears something new.

Any idea how can I cure (or get rid of) him?