Sep 21, 2008

I M SO TIRED

i m being tired of pretending myself
faking myself again and again
killing the real one inside me
and being the person i don't like

i m being tired of careing others
tired of faking my smile
even when i don't have a reason
tired of behaving nice 
when i am feeling awkward

i m being tired of this world
where no one understand me
and i don't understand anyone
where everyone is sweet at your face 
but behind ,they don't even care 

i m being tired of everything around  
jus like a blackhole 
doesn't allow anything to come out
jus like walking in circles
moving but getting nowhere

i m being tired of myself
who knows his limit 
still always tries to cross the barrier
who know he never get what he wanted
but still his hope never dies 

Sep 18, 2008

I DON'T KNOW

i don't know ...well have u imagine a day when u r not using this line.perhaps one of the most used in everyday life .do u ever think why u use this sentence ????...well let me guess ur answer.....u don't know...well that itself signify this almighty line.it is the question whose answer is the question itself.

prbbly in 7th or 8th class......siting in second row ...i was dreaming about something ....i dont really remember what i was dreaming about...but i think it must be something very importent [:D]....suddenly a voice called my name[damn teachersssss]...well rajat ..can you tell about devlopement in time of gupt kingdom [double damn]....i stand up and utterd four word ..i dont know sir....after that  answer again a history was created,that i dont want to discuss[i think if i m one of chol or gupt i may get a page in the history book]

this time i actually fell in love with a girl[:)].....my so called good friends know about it[dont know how]... and they started to tease me ..[:|]
friends:so who is this girl ??
me:what girl??
friends:jus tell us
me:i dont know
friends:cmon what do you mean by you dont know?
me : yaar ! i dont know means i just dont know?
friends:look we r ur friends ..u can tell us ...we want to help
me:i dont know 
friends:u dont know what...u dont cosider us as ur good friends...or u dont want to tell about this girl
me: no ...i mean yes....i mean ...i dont know
friends:u r so disgusting ..@#$#%$%$..what u think u r
me:i dont know
friends:ok do whatever u wanted to do
...huh..gud friends ..gud for nothing...thnk god this "i don't know "save me

I just wish people had those special sensory cells to grasp the meaning of our circumstantial DONT KNOW's.afterall not every time we r supposed to tell everything we know ,to others....this phrase then jus provide a excuse or simply a path for escape.

now if u r scraching ur head to find an answer or  if you are pissed off over the sensitive issue i choosed to write....you might anticipate what am i going to say next .  so dont even think about questioning ! [:D]

Sep 15, 2008

story of a loser.....

once there was a boy named sparky

For,Sparky, school was all but impossible. He failed every subject in the
eighth grade. He flunked physics in high school, getting a grade of
zero.
Sparky also flunked Latin, algebra, and English. He didn't do much better in sports. Although he did manage to make the school's golf team, he promptly lost the only important match of the season. There
was a consolation match; he lost that too.
Throughout his youth,Sparky was awkward, socially. He was not actually disliked by the other students; no one cared that much. He was astonished if a classmate ever
said hello to him outside of school hours.
There's no way to tell how he might have done at dating. Sparky never once asked a girl to go
out in high school. He was too afraid of being turned down.
Sparky was a loser. He, his classmates...everyone knew it. So he rolled with it. Sparky had made up his mind early in life that if things were meant to work out they would. Otherwise, he would content himself with what
appeared to be his inevitable mediocrity.
However, one thing was important to Sparky -- drawing. He was proud of his artwork. Of course,no one else appreciated it. In his senior year of high school, he submitted some cartoons to the editors of the yearbook. The cartoons
were turned down. Despite this particular rejection, Sparky was so
convinced of his ability that he decided to become a professional
artist.
After completing high school, he wrote a letter to Walt
Disney Studios. He was told to send some samples of his artwork, and
the subject for a cartoon was suggested. Sparky drew the proposed
cartoon. He spent a great deal of time on it and on all the other
drawings he submitted. Finally, the reply came from Disney Studios. He
had been rejected once again. Another loss for the loser.
So Sparky decided to write his own autobiography in cartoons. He described his
childhood self -- a little boy loser and chronic underachiever.
The cartoon character would soon become famous worldwide. For Sparky, the
boy who had such lack of success in school and whose work was rejected
again and again, was Charles Schulz.
He created the "Peanuts" comic
strip and the little cartoon character whose kite would never fly and
who never succeeded in kicking a football -- Charlie Brown

 
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