3 Mistakes of My life

I have been struggling to be stable for some time now. I believe that I have somehow managed to see a lot of both good and bad phases in a short span of time. A long life is still left. But there are some mistakes I have made which I might never repeat again. A few of them are:
1. Money is not important
Once you finish your grads and land into a number of job offers, you are mostly attracted to the more monetarily lucrative offer. This seems good at that point of time considering that you had been undergoing the "more time less money"  syndrome till now, but this will prove to be pretty wrong in the long run. Its better to have a "plenty of time and plenty of money" syndrome in your life.
2. No one can love you more than your family not even friends
This lesson was learned the hard way, or rather I am still learning about it. During your times of need, most of the people around you vanish away. Only the true friends remain to support you. But the ones who actually hold you are your family. Try discussing even the smallest trouble in your life with me. Even if they can't provide you with a solution, they will make sure you stay afloat.Girlfriends/Boyfriends and love are usually a myth. Don't rum after them. If you believe in luck or kismat, let your kismat play a role in such matters.
3. Pursue your dreams
If you ever had a dream, don't just leave it aside. Start working on it. I regret not able to work earlier on with what I want in life, diverging from the path and not able to move back towards it. Once you start deterring, it would be very very difficult to get back on course. A time will come when you will think of staying happy with what you have achieved and will stop working towards your goals. I have seen people who lost hope. I don't want to suffer the same fate ever. If you want to be a painter, be a painter; don't be attracted by what the boring architect's job is paying you.

I do write...

I do write. And I write pretty well...
Its just the genuine stuff though. But I write pretty well...
I don't boast much. Nor do i try to sell random stuff...
But I do write. And I write pretty well..
I seem to not know much about what they write..
What they write is too complicated for me. But I do write..
I am not a connoisseur, but i write pretty well...
I am not that much into fiction and fantasy,
Nor am i a critic or a poet.. But I write..
I write my heart out..
I write what I feel..
I write whats in my mind. 
I write what shouldn't be in it.
And mind you, I do write pretty well..

I do care...

I do care for all that happens
To you and me, all that happens.
Though i can't express it well,
I do care when any such thing happens.

I might appear to be self-absorbed,
but believe me I am not.
Not a hedonist I am,
 just the master of my soul i am.

Your smile gives me joy.
Pain struck I am on seeing you sad.
Today you are sad, and i know that,
but i take a step back,
coz you dnt  feel that i would care...

Season 3- Diary of a confused hedonist

Its the advent of exam season in India. Exams that make or break the career of people.   Exams that confuse the already confused people. You receive calls daily from several unknown colleges in India and abroad asking you to join their universities. You see people around you trying hard. They wasted the whole year doing something else, but now they want to study. Amongst all this, there is this oen YOU.
The YOU guy wasted the whole year just like others, movies, sleeping, facebook, and what not. But now unlike others, he is still wasting his time. He is good at planning things for himself, making study plans and time tables for the next holiday. All of it goes in vain as soon as that holiday arrives and he involves himself in the usual obstinate things.
But the problem is his incongruous path. While most people themselves throw light on the path they choose, he has other people illuminating his path. He possible doesn't have the diffidence to light a torch himself or doesn't have enough resources to illuminate the path himself. Or maybe he doesn't want to defy the worldly pleasures which have made him into his current insolent self.
Only if there was a Decalogue he could follow, life would have been much much simpler....

The arcane chagrin in the head...

Ever have you felt that sudden chagrin in your head when someone around you starts talking about something you never want to discuss. Social milieu have these special characterstics that make them what they are. You have to just stand there and listen, try and curb your thoughts, maybe try and answer back if you have the audacity to do so.
Social networking on the other hand has created a far more appropriate platform for such situations. You can actually think about it, frame a suitable answer, and then reply back with the best words in your dictionary. Some even manage to aggrandize their reply with proofs from other websites. You will come across many such acrimonious debates on these websites, going on for eternity and aimed at nothing...
 

On days like this I really miss talking to you...
We never talked really.. we just texted
but why do I feel like talking to you every time i feel low!!

I want to talk to you.
But I can't
because I don't have the courage to go through it all again
I know the consequence.
Its just a cycle which would repeat itself again...

The song on the road...

There are days when you want to just walk away from the world, on a long lonely road, listening to the most soothing songs on your player, thinking about or rather imagining all the good things, that might happen to you. You just want to keep on walking just to see where the road leads to, where it ends, where all the miseries, all the anxiety, all the frustration ends, the end of the road, the end.
You think about the good things, you smile at the song playing in the background, you decide not to look back, you just do whats palatable. You remember a few people, who told you it was all a lie, who said that you are just so dead, you think about them, and you just smile, you smile coz you know the lie, the truth, and whatever the lie. You just don't bother to explain, because it was a long road you had in mind, the first thing in your mind.
There is a fear somewhere, what if there is no end here. The road might just be circular, to get you back just right here. Maybe its just the playlist, adjusted to repeat mode..